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                  <ref target="Title_" corresp="Title">THE<lb/> LIFE<lb/> AND STRANGE SURPRIZING<lb/> ADVENTURES<lb/> OF<lb/> ROBINSON CRUSOE,<lb/>
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                                        <hi rend="italic">The Life and Strange Surprizing Adventures of Robinson Crusoe</hi> is one of those books that we all know even if we have never read it. With his first work of fiction, Daniel Defoe--a businessman turned poet, journalist, and political propagandist--created a character who very quickly went on to have a life that went well beyond the pages of the book that first appeared, without build-up, fanfare, or even the author's name on the title page, in April 1719. <hi rend="italic">Robinson Crusoe</hi> was an immediate bestseller; the bookseller went through several editions in the first year alone. By August, Defoe had produced a sequel, <hi rend="italic">The Farther Adventures of Robinson Crusoe</hi>, a work that he wrote quickly in part to head off the possibility that someone else might beat him to it. Over the last three hundred years, the story of a person isolated on a deserted island or something like it, has been used by dozens, maybe hundreds of writers, who have made it a genre of its own, the "Robinsoniad," a genre that includes satirical parodies like <hi rend="italic">Gulliver's Travels</hi>, children's books like <hi rend="italic">The Swiss Family Robinson</hi>, Bugs Bunny cartoons, television situation comedies like <hi rend="italic">Gilligan's Island</hi>, and science fiction works like the 2015 film <hi rend="italic">The Martian</hi>. Robinson Crusoe, the man and the book in which he first appeared, has become one of the foundational myths of the modern world.The story of one man's survival has become so well known in all of these instances that it can be difficult to see through the mythology to analyze Defoe's original book and to imagine what its first readers might have noticed and found so striking. It is important to recognize, for example, that the book is told in the first person, by a narrator who never lets on that this is a work of fiction. Defoe's name, as noted above, did not appear on the title page of the first edition (although it quickly became clear to those in the know that he was the author), or even in any of the many editions issued in his lifetime. Although the book is famous for the many years that Crusoe spends on the island, it takes a while for him to get there, and his experiences both before and after his time there are worth paying attention to for the way that they frame the central experience. Defoe's prose is sometimes clunky-he has a tendency to shape sentences and paragraphs that would never pass muster with a modern copyeditor--but it is also capable of great beauty and insight, and rewards careful attention.</p>
                     
                     <p>Perhaps most important, this is not a "novel" in any sense that either Defoe or we would recognize. In 1719, that word was most typically associated with short works of romantic fiction. This book, by contrast, has no romance at all (one of the stranger things about it, in fact, is how little Crusoe thinks of sex), is very long, and grounds itself thoroughly in circumstantial details drawn from a world that can be identified and verified. <hi rend="italic">Robinson Crusoe</hi> dates its events precisely, and locates its scenes in real places that can be found on a map. (In fact, <hi rend="italic">The Farther Adventures</hi> includes a map, inviting the reader to trace its fictional hero's exploits as he were an explorer in the world.) Defoe is very likely basing at least parts of the story on the real-life experience of Alexander Selkirk, a Scottish sailor who had been left on a deserted island for several years. Even the slave trading voyage that Crusoe goes on that results in the shipwreck that isolates him was drawn from contemporary events; because of the outbreak of war with Spain in 1718, the English South Sea Company found itself unable to exercise its right to transport slaves from Africa to the Spanish colonies in the Americas, with the result that private merchants were undertaking such voyages, as Crusoe does. Contemporaries quickly recognized that Crusoe's story was fictional, but took a lot of pleasure in the way that it blurred the lines between the real world and the imagination. <hi rend="italic">Robinson Crusoe</hi> has remained perhaps the single most important, influential, and popular work of fiction in the English language ever since.</p>
                                </note>Of <hi rend="italic">YORK,</hi> MARINER:<lb/> Who lived Eight and Twenty Years all alone in <lb/> an un-inhabited Island on the Coast of AMERICA,<lb/> near the Mouth of the Great River of OROONOQUE;<lb/> Having been cast on Shore by Shipwreck, where<lb/>in all the Men perished but himself.<lb/>
                  WITH <lb/> An Account how he was at last as strangely<lb/> deliver'd by PYRATES.<lb/>
                  Written by Himself.
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            <head>THE PREFACE.</head>
            <p>IF ever the Story of any private Man's Adventures in the World were worth making
               Publick, and were acceptable when Publish'd, the Editor of this Account thinks this
               will be so.</p>
            <p>The Wonders of this Man's Life exceed all that (he thinks) is to be found extant; the
               Life of one Man being scarce capable of a greater Variety.</p>
            <p>The Story is told with Modesty, with Seriousness, and with a
               religious Application of Events to the Uses to which wise Men <pb/> always apply them (<ref target="viz_" corresp="viz">viz.</ref>)<note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="viz" target="viz_" type="gloss">An abbreviation for the Latin videlicet, meaning "namely." Source:
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                            </note> to the Instruction of others by this Example, and to justify and honour the Wisdom of Providence in
               all the Variety of our Circumstances, let them happen how they will.</p>
            <p>The Editor believes the thing to be a just History of Fact; neither is there any Appearance of Fiction in it: And however
               thinks, because all such things are dispatch'd, that the Improvement of it, as well
               to the Diversion, as to the Instruction of the Reader, will be the same; and as such,
               he thinks, without farther Compliment to the World, he does
               them a great Service in the Publication.</p>
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            <head>THE LIFE AND ADVENTURES OF ROBINSON CRUSOE, <hi rend="italic">&amp;c.</hi>
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                                <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/defoe-crusoe/soundFiles/robinsoncrusoe_01_defoe_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Mark F. Smith</note>
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              I Was born in the Year 1632, in the City of
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                                <hi rend="italic">York,</hi>
                            </placeName> of a good Family, tho' not of that Country, my Father being a Foreigner of <placeName key="tgn" type="7005286">
                                <ref target="bremen_" corresp="bremen">Bremen,</ref>
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                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="bremen" target="bremen_" type="gloss">A city in Northern Germany. Source: Wikipedia</note>
               who settled first at <hi rend="italic">Hull:</hi> He got a good Estate by Merchandise, and leaving
               off his Trade, lived afterward at <hi rend="italic">York,</hi> from whence he had married my
               Mother, whose Relations were named <hi rend="italic">Robinson,</hi> a very good Family in that
               Country, and from whom I was called <ref target="kreutznaer_" corresp="kreutznaer">Robinson Kreutznaer;</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="kreutznaer" target="kreutznaer_" type="gloss">In naming his title
                  character "Crusoe," Defoe may be recalling his childhood schoolmate Timothy Cruso
                  (1656-1697), who would go on to a prominent career as a Presbyterian minister. The
                  name "Kreutznaer," from which Crusoe tells us his name is derived, is suggestive
                  of the Christian cross. And the fact that Crusoe lives his adult life with a name
                  other than that he was born with links him both to Defoe, who was born simply
                  Daniel Foe, and Alexander Selkirk, who was born Alexander Selcraig.</note> but by
               the usual Corruption of Words in <hi rend="italic">England,</hi> we are now called, nay we call our
               selves, and write our Name <hi rend="italic">Crusoe,</hi> and so my Companions always call'd
               me.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="2"/>I had two elder Brothers, one of which was
               Lieutenant Collonel to an <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Regiment of Foot in <hi rend="italic">Flanders,</hi>
               formerly commanded by the famous Coll. <hi rend="italic">Lockhart,</hi> and was killed at the
               Battle near <hi rend="italic">Dunkirk</hi> inagast the <hi rend="italic">Spaniards:</hi> What became of my second
               Brother I never knew any more than my Father or Mother did know what was become of
               me.</p>
            <p>Being the third Son of the Family, and not bred to any Trade, my Head began to be
               fill'd 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 a Country
               Free-School generally goes, and design'd me for the Law; but I would be satisfied
               with nothing but going to Sea, and my Inclination to this
               led me so strongly against the Will, nay the Commands of my
               Father, and against all the Entreaties and Perswasions of my Mother and other
               Friends, that there seem'd to be something fatal in that Propension of Nature tending directly to the Life of Misery which was to befal me.</p>
            <p>My Father, a wise and grave Man, gave me serious and excellent Counsel against what
               he foresaw was my <ref target="design_" corresp="design">Design</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="design" target="design_" type="gloss">Intended purpose. Source: Oxford English
                  Dictionary</note>. He call'd me one Morning into his
               Chamber, where he was confined by the Gout, and expostulated very <ref target="warmly_" corresp="warmly">warmly</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="warmly" target="warmly_" type="gloss">Vehemently. Source: Oxford English Dictioanry</note> with me upon this Subject:
               He ask'd me what Reasons more than a meer wandring Inclination I had for leaving my
               Father's House and my native Country, where I might be well introduced, and had a
               Prospect of raising my Fortunes by Application and Industry,
               with a Life of Ease and Pleasure. He told me it was for Men of desperate Fortunes on
               one Hand, or of aspiring, superior Fortunes on the other, who went abroad upon
               Adventures, to rise by Enterprize, and make themselves famous in Undertakings of a Nature out of the common Road; <pb n="3"/> that these things were all either too far above me, or
               too far below me; that mine was the <ref target="middleclass_" corresp="middleclass">middle State</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="middleclass" target="middleclass_" type="gloss">A social middle class between the gentry and
                  the commons; the kind of place occupied in this era by the emergent merchant and
                  professional class. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                            </note>, or what might be
               called the upper Station of <hi rend="italic">Low Life,</hi> which he had found by long Experience
               was the best State in the World, the most suited to human Happiness, not exposed to
               the Miseries and Hardships, the Labour and Sufferings of the <ref target="mechanick_" corresp="mechanick">mechanick</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="mechanick" target="mechanick_" type="gloss">Manual laboring. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                            </note> Part of Mankind, and
               not embarass'd with the Pride, Luxury, Ambition and Envy of the upper Part of Mankind. He told me, I might judge of the
               Happiness of this State, by this one thing, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> That this was the State of
               Life which all other People envied, that Kings have frequently lamented the miserable Consequences of being born to great
               things, and wish'd they had been placed in the Middle of the two Extremes, between
               the Mean and the Great; that the wise Man gave his Testimony to this as the just
               Standard of true Felicity, when he prayed to have neither
               Poverty or Riches.</p>
            <p>He bid me observe it, and I should always find, that the Calamities of Life were
               shared among the upper and lower Part of Mankind; but that the middle Station had the
               fewest Disasters, and was not expos'd to so many Vicissitudes as the higher or lower
               Part of Mankind; nay, they were not subjected to so many
               Distempers and Uneasinesses either of Body or Mind, as those were who, by vicious
               Living, Luxury and Extravagancies on one Hand, or by hard Labour, Want of
               Necessaries, and mean or insufficient Diet on the other Hand, bring Distempers upon themselves by the natural Consequences of their Way of Living; <hi rend="italic">That</hi> the middle Station of Life was calculated for all kind of Vertues and all
               kinds of Enjoyments; that Peace and Plenty were the
               Hand-maids of a middle Fortune; that Temperance, Moderation, Quietness, Health, <pb n="4"/> Society, all agreeable Diversions, and all
               desirable Pleasures, were the Blessings attending the middle Station of Life; that
               this Way Men went silently and smoothly thro' the World, and comfortably out of it,
               not embarass'd with the Labours of the Hands or of the Head, not sold to the Life of
                  Slavery for daily Bread, or harrast with perplex'd Circumstances, which rob the Soul of Peace, and the Body of
               Rest; not enrag'd with the Passion of Envy, or secret
               burning Lust of Ambition for great things; but in easy Circumstances sliding gently
               thro' the World, and sensibly tasting the Sweets of living, without the bitter,
               feeling that they are happy, and learning by every Day's Experience to know it more
               sensibly.</p>
            <p>After this, he press'd me earnestly, and in the most affectionate manner, not to play
               the young Man, not to precipitate my self into Miseries which Nature and the Station
               of Life I was born in, seem'd to have provided against; that I was under no Necessity
               of seeking my Bread; that he would do well for me, and endeavour to enter me fairly
               into the Station of Life which he had been just recommending
               to me; and that if I was not very easy and happy in the
               World, it must be my meer Fate or Fault that must hinder it, and that he should have
               nothing to answer for, having thus discharg'd his Duty in
               warning me against Measures which he knew would be to my Hurt: In a word, that as he
               would do very kind things for me if I would stay and settle at Home as he directed,
               so he would not have so much Hand in my Misfortunes, as to
               give me any Encouragement to go away: And to close all, he told me I had my elder
               Brother for an Example, to whom he had used the same earnest Perswasions to keep him
               from going into the Low Country Wars, but could not prevail, <pb n="5"/> his young Desires
               prompting him to run into the Army where he was kill'd; and tho' he said he would not
               cease to pray for me, yet he would venture to say to me, that if I did take this
               foolish Step, God would not bless me, and I would have Leisure hereafter to reflect
               upon having neglected his Counsel when there might be none to assist in my
               Recovery.</p>
            <p>I observed in this last Part of his Discourse, which was truly Prophetick, tho' I
               suppose my Father did not know it to be so himself; I say, I observed the Tears run down his Face very plentifully, and especially when he spoke of my Brother who was
               kill'd; and that when he spoke of my having Leisure to repent, and none to assist me,
               he was so mov'd, that he broke off the Discourse, and told me, his Heart was so full
               he could say no more to me.</p>
            <p>I was sincerely affected with this Discourse, as indeed who could be otherwise; and I
               resolv'd not to think of going abroad any more, but to settle at home according to my
               Father's Desire. But alas! a few Days wore it all off; and in short, to prevent any
               of my Father's farther Importunities, in a few Weeks after, I resolv'd to run quite
               away from him. However, I did not act so hastily neither as my first Heat of
               Resolution prompted, but I took my Mother, at a time when I thought her a little
               pleasanter than ordinary, and told her, that my Thoughts were so entirely bent upon
               seeing the World, that I should never settle to any thing with Resolution enough to
               go through with it, and my Father had better give me his Consent than force me to go
               without it; that I was now Eighteen Years old, which was <ref target="apprentice_" corresp="apprentice">too late to go Apprentice to a Trade</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="apprentice" target="apprentice_" type="gloss">Crusoe is too old because apprenticeships in this period typically
                  began around the age of thirteen, and lasted seven years.</note>, or Clerk to an
               Attorney; that I was sure if I did, I should never serve out my time, and I <pb n="6"/> should certainly run away from my Master before my Time
               was out, and go to Sea; and if she would speak to my Father to let me go but one
               Voyage abroad, if I came home again and did not like it, I
               would go no more, and I would promise by a double Diligence to recover that Time I
               had lost.</p>
            <p>This put my Mother into a great Passion: She told me, she knew it would be to no
               Purpose to speak to my Father upon any such Subject; that he knew too well what was
               my Interest to give his Consent to any thing so much for my Hurt, and that she
                  wondered how I could think of any such thing after such a
               Discourse as I had had with my Father, and such kind and tender Expressions as she
               knew my Father had us'd to me; and that in short, if I would ruine my self there was
               no Help for me; but I might depend I should never have their
               Consent to it: That for her Part she would not have so much Hand in my Destruction;
               and I should never have it to say, that my Mother was willing when my Father was
               not.</p>
            <p>Tho' my Mother refused to move it to my Father, yet as I
               have heard afterwards, she reported all the Discourse to him, and that my Father,
               after shewing a great Concern at it, said to her with a Sigh, That Boy might be happy
               if he would stay at home, but if he goes abroad he will be the miserablest Wretch that was ever born: I can give no Consent
               to it.</p>
            <p>It was not till almost a Year after this that I broke loose, tho' in the mean time I
               continued obstinately deaf to all Proposals of settling to
               Business, and frequently expostulating with my Father and Mother, about their being
               so positively determin'd against what they knew my Inclinations prompted me to. But
               being one Day at <ref target="hull_" corresp="hull">Hull</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="hull" target="hull_" type="gloss">A
                  coastal town in southeast Yorkshire, on the river Humber leading out to the North
                  Sea, and a major port.</note>, where I went casually, and
               without any Purpose of making an <ref target="elope_" corresp="elope">Elopement</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="elope" target="elope_" type="gloss">That is, the general action of fleeing, with no
                  suggestion of a clandestine marriage. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
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               that time; but I say, being there, and <pb n="7"/> one of my
               Companions being going by Sea to <hi rend="italic">London,</hi> in his Father's Ship, and prompting
               me to go with them, with the common Allurement of Seafaring Men, <hi rend="italic">viz</hi> That it
               should cost me nothing for my Passage, I consulted neither Father or Mother any more,
               nor so much as sent them Word of it; but leaving them to
               hear of it as they might, without asking God's Blessing, or my Father's, without any
                  Consideration of Circumstances or Consequences, and in an
               ill Hour, God knows. On the first of <hi rend="italic">September</hi> 1661
               I went on Board a Ship bound for <hi rend="italic">London</hi>; never any young Adventurer's
               Misfortunes, I believe, began sooner, or continued longer
               than mine. The Ship was no sooner gotten out of the <hi rend="italic">Humber,</hi> but the Wind began to blow, and the Winds to rise in a most frightful
               manner; and as I had never been at Sea before, I was most
               inexpressibly sick in Body, and terrify'd in my Mind: I began now seriously to reflect upon what I had done, and how justly I was overtaken by the Judgment of Heaven for my wicked
               leaving my Father's House, and abandoning my Duty; all the
               good Counsel of my Parents, my Father's Tears and my
               Mother's Entreaties came now fresh into my Mind, and my
               Conscience, which was not yet come to the Pitch of Hardness which it has been since,
               reproach'd me with the Contempt of Advice, and the Breach of my Duty to God and my
               Father.</p>
            <p>All this while the Storm encreas'd, and the Sea, which I had never been upon before,
               went very high, tho' nothing like what I have seen many times since; no, nor like
               what I saw a few Days after: But it was enough to affect me then, who was but a young
               Sailor, and had never known any thing of the matter. I expected every Wave would have
               swallowed us up, and that every time the Ship fell down, as I thought, in the Trough
               or Hollow <pb n="8"/> of the Sea, we should never rise more;
               and in this Agony of Mind, I made many Vows and Resolutions, that if it would please
               God here to spare my Life this one Voyage, if ever I got once my Foot upon dry Land
               again, I would go directly home to my Father, and never set it into a Ship again
               while I liv'd; that I would take his Advice, and never run my self into such Miseries
               as these any more. Now I saw plainly the Goodness of his Observations about the
               middle Station of Life, how easy, how comfortably he had liv'd all his Days, and
               never had been expos'd to Tempests at Sea, or Troubles on Shore; and I resolv'd that
               I would, like a true repenting <ref target="prodigal_" corresp="prodigal">Prodigal</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="prodigal" target="prodigal_" type="gloss">Alluding to the Biblical story of the prodigal
                  son, who left home, squandered his inheritance, and finally returned to his father
                  in shame, only to be forgiven for his folly. Source: Luke 15:11</note>, go home to
               my Father.</p>
            <p>These wise and sober Thoughts continued all the while the Storm continued, and indeed
               some time after; but the next Day the Wind was abated and
               the Sea calmer, and I began to be a little <ref target="inure_" corresp="inure">inur'd</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="inure" target="inure_" type="gloss">Accustomed. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                            </note> to it: However I
               was very grave for all that Day, being also a little Sea sick still; but towards
               Night the Weather clear'd up, the Wind was quite over, and a charming fine Evening
               follow'd; the Sun went down perfectly clear and rose so the next Morning; and having
               little or no Wind and a smooth Sea, the Sun shining upon it, the Sight was, as I
               thought, the most delightful that ever I saw.</p>
            <p>I had slept well in the Night, and was now no more Sea sick but very chearful,
               looking with Wonder upon the Sea that was so rough and terrible the Day before, and could be so calm and so pleasant in so little time after.
               And now least my good Resolutions should continue, my Companion, who had indeed
               entic'd me away, comes to me, <hi rend="italic">Well</hi> Bob, says he, clapping me on the
               Shoulder, <hi rend="italic">How do you do after it? I warrant you were frighted, wa'n't you, last
                  Night, when it blew but a Cap full of <pb n="9"/> Wind? A
                  Cap full d'you call it?</hi> said I, <hi rend="italic">'twas a terrible
                  Storm: A Storm, you Fool you,</hi> replies he, <hi rend="italic">do you call that a Storm why it
                  was nothing at all; give us but a good Ship and Sea Room, and we think nothing of
                  such a Squal of Wind as that; but you're but a fresh Water Sailor,</hi> Bob;
                  <hi rend="italic">come let us make a Bowl of Punch and we'll forget all that, d'ye see what
                  charming Weather 'tis now.</hi> To make short this sad Part of my Story, we went
               the old way of all Sailors, the Punch was made, and I was made drunk with it, and in
               that one Night's Wickedness I drowned all my Repentance, all
               my Reflections upon my past Conduct, and all my Resolutions for my future. In a word,
               as the Sea was returned to its Smoothness of Surface and
               settled Calmness by the Abatement of that Storm, so the Hurry of my Thoughts being
               over, my Fears and Apprehensions of being swallow'd up by the Sea being forgotten,
               and the Current of my former Desires return'd, I entirely forgot the <ref target="vows_" corresp="vows">Vows and Promises</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="vows" target="vows_" type="gloss">This
                  account of how Crusoe forgot the vows he made fits well within the tradition of
                  the "sea-Providence," stories of others who testify how the urge to repent
                  prompted by a storm wears off as soon as the weather calms.</note> that I made in
               my Distress. I found indeed some Intervals of Reflection, and the serious Thoughts
               did, as it were endeavour to return again sometimes, but I
               shook them off, and rouz'd my self from them as it were from a Distemper, and applying my self to Drink and Company, soon master'd the Return of those Fits, for so I
               call'd them, and I had in five or six Days got as compleat a Victory over Conscience
               as any young, Fellow that resolv'd not to be troubled with it, could desire: But I
               was to have another Trial for it still; and Providence, as in such Cases generally it
               does, resolv'd to leave me entirely without Excuse. For if I would not take this for
               a Deliverance, the next was to be such a one as the worst and most Wretch among us
               would confess both the harden'd Danger and the Mercy.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="10"/>The sixth Day of our being at Sea we came into <ref target="yarmouth_" corresp="yarmouth">Yarmouth</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="yarmouth" target="yarmouth_" type="gloss">A stretch of sea east of the coastal town of Great
                  Yarmouth, in the English county of Norfolk.</note> Roads; the Wind having been
               contrary, and the Weather calm, we had made but little Way since the Storm. Here we
               were obliged to come to an Anchor, and here we lay, the Wind continuing contrary,
                  <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> at South-west, for seven or eight Days, during which time a great
               many Ships from <hi rend="italic">Newcastle</hi> came into the same Roads, as the common Harbour where the Ships might wait for a Wind for the
               River.</p>
            <p>We had not however <ref target="rid_" corresp="rid">rid</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="rid" target="rid_" type="gloss">Remained anchored;
                  floated stationary. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                            </note> here so long, but
               should have <ref target="tide_" corresp="tide">Tided it</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="tide" target="tide_" type="gloss">Let the
                  tide carry them up. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                            </note> up the River, but
               that the Wind blew too fresh; and after we had lain four or five Days, blew very
               hard. However, the Roads being reckoned as good as a Harbour, the Anchorage good, and
               our <ref target="groundtackle_" corresp="groundtackle">Ground-Tackle</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="groundtackle" target="groundtackle_" type="gloss">Equipment used to anchor the ship. Source: Oxford English
                  Dictionary</note> very strong, our Men were unconcerned, and not in the least
               apprehensive of Danger, but spent the Time in Rest and Mirth, after the manner of the
               Sea; but the eighth Day in the Morning, the Wind increased, and we had all Hands at
               Work to strike our Top-Masts, and make every thing snug and close, that the Ship
               might ride as easy as possible. By Noon the Sea went very high indeed, and our Ship
               rid <ref target="forecastle_" corresp="forecastle">Forecastle in,</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="forecastle" target="forecastle_" type="gloss">With the bow (the foremost part of the hull) in the water. Source:
                  <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                            </note> shipp'd several Seas, and we thought once or
               twice our Anchor had come <ref target="home_" corresp="home">home</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="home" target="home_" type="gloss">Undone;
                  loose. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                            </note>; upon which our Master order'd out
               the <ref target="sheetanchor_" corresp="sheetanchor">Sheet Anchor</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="sheetanchor" target="sheetanchor_" type="gloss">A very large, heavy spare anchor stored in the waist of the ship,
                  used in emergencies like the one described here. Source: Oxford English
                  Dictionary</note>; so that we rode with two Anchors a-Head, and the Cables vered
               out to the better End.</p>
            <p>By this Time it blew a terrible Storm indeed, and now I began to see Terror and
               Amazement in the Faces even of the Seamen themselves. The Master, tho' vigilant to
               the Business of preserving the Ship, yet as he went in and out of his Cabbin by me, I
               could hear him softly to himself say several times, <hi rend="italic">Lord be merciful to us, we
                  shall be all lost, we shall be all undone</hi>; and the like. During these first
                  <pb n="11"/> Hurries, I was <ref target="stupid_" corresp="stupid">stupid</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="stupid" target="stupid_" type="gloss">In a stupor. Source: Oxford English
                  Dictionary</note>, lying still in my Cabbin, which was in the <ref target="steerage_" corresp="steerage">Steerage</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="steerage" target="steerage_" type="gloss">The lower deck of a ship, just below the main deck and above the ballast; lower
                  classes of passengers often purchased chapter tickets to travel in this part of
                  the ship. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                            </note>, and cannot describe my Temper:
               I could ill re-assume the first Penitence, which I had so apparently trampled upon,
               and harden'd my self against: I thought the Bitterness of Death had been past, and
               that this would be nothing too like the first. But when the
               Master himself came by me, as I said just now, and said we should be all lost, I was
               dreadfully frighted: I got up out of my Cabbin, and look'd out; but such a dismal
               Sight I never saw: The Sea went Mountains high, and broke upon us every three or four
               Minutes: When I could look about, I could see nothing but Distress round us: Two
               Ships that rid near us we found had cut their Masts by the Board, being deep loaden;
               and our Men cry'd out, that a Ship which rid about a Mile a-Head of us was foundered.
               Two more Ships being driven from their Anchors, were run out of the Roads to Sea <ref target="adventure_" corresp="adventure">at all Adventures</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="adventure" target="adventure_" type="gloss">At the mercy of all risks or dangers</note>, and that with not a Mast
               standing. The light Ships fared the best, as not so much labouring in the Sea; but two or three of them drove, and came close by us, running
               away with only their <ref target="spiritsail_" corresp="spiritsail">Sprit-sail</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="spiritsail" target="spiritsail_" type="gloss">A small, usually square-shaped sail at the front
                  of a sailing ship</note> out before the Wind.</p>
            <p>Towards Evening the Mate and <ref target="boatswain_" corresp="boatswain">Boat-Swain</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="boatswain" target="boatswain_" type="gloss">Pronounced "bosun," he was the supervisor of the
                  deck crew</note> begg'd the Master of our Ship to let them cut away the Foremast,
               which he was very unwilling to: But the Boat-Swain protesting to him, that if he did
               not, the Ship would founder, he consented; and when they had <ref target="foremast_" corresp="foremast">cut away the Foremast</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="foremast" target="foremast_" type="gloss">In adverse weather conditions, one may cut away the mast of a ship to prevent it
                  capsizing. Without the force of the heavy wind on the mast, the boat has a lower
                  probability of tipping over.</note>, the Main-Mast stood so loose, and shook the
               Ship so much, they were obliged to cut her away also, and make a clear Deck.</p>
            <p>Any one may judge what a Condition I must be in at all this, who was but a young
               Sailor, and who had been in such a Fright before at but a little. But if I can express at this Distance the <pb n="12"/> Thoughts I had about me at that time, I was in tenfold more Horror of Mind upon
               Account of my former Convictions, and the having returned from them to the
               Resolutions I had wickedly taken at first, than I was at Death it self; and these
               added to the Terror of the Storm, put me into such a Condition, that I can by no
               Words describe it. But the worst was not come yet, the Storm continued with such
               Fury, that the Seamen themselves acknowledged they had never known a worse. We had a
               good Ship, but she was deep loaden, and wallowed in the Sea, that the Seamen every
               now and then cried out, she would founder. It was my Advantage in one respect, that I
               did not know what they meant by Founder, till I enquir'd. However, the Storm was so
                  violent, that I saw what is not often seen, the Master,
               the Boat-Swain, and some others more sensible than the rest, at their Prayers, and
               expecting every Moment when the Ship would go to the Bottom.
               In the Middle of the Night, and under all the rest of of our Distresses, one of the
               Men that had been down on Purpose to see, cried out we had sprung a Leak; another
               said there was four Foot Water in the Hold. Then all Hands were called to the Pump.
               At that very Word my Heart, as I thought, died within me, and I fell backwards upon
               the Side of my Bed where I sat, into the Cabbin. However, the Men roused me, and told
               me, that I that was able to do nothing before, was as well able to pump as another;
               at which I stirr'd up, and went to the Pump and work'd very heartily. While this was
               doing, the Master seeing some light <ref target="collier_" corresp="collier">Colliers</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="collier" target="collier_" type="gloss">Coal barges</note>, who not able to ride out the
               Storm, were oblig'd to flip and run away to Sea, and would come near us, ordered to
               fire a Gun as a Signal of Distress. I who knew nothing what that meant, was so
                  surprised, that I thought the Ship had broke, or some <pb n="13"/> dreadful thing had happen'd. In a word, I was so
               surprised, that I fell down in a Swoon. As this was a time when every Body had his
               own Life to think of, no Body minded me, or what was become of me; but another Man
               stept up to the Pump, and thrusting me aside with his Foot, let me lye, thinking I had been dead; and it was a great while before I came
               to my self.</p>
            <p>We work'd on, but the Water encreasing in the Hold, it was apparent that the Ship
               would founder, and tho' the Storm began to abate a little, yet as it was not possible
               she could swim till we might run into a Port, so the Master continued firing Guns for
               Help; and a light Ship who had rid it out just a Head of us ventured a Boat out to
               help us. It was with the utmost Hazard the Boat came near us, but it was impossible
               for us to get on Board, or for the Boat to lie near the Ship Side, till at last the
               Men rowing very heartily, and venturing their Lives to save ours, our Men cast them a
               Rope over the Stern with a Buoy to it, and then vered it out a great Length, which
               they after great Labour and Hazard took hold of and we
               hall'd them close under our Stern and got all into their Boat. It was to no Purpose
               for them or us after we were in the Boat to think of reaching to their own Ship, so
               all agreed to let her drive and only to pull her in towards
               Shore as much as we could, and our Master promised them, That if the Boat was stav'd
               upon Shore <ref target="makegood_" corresp="makegood">he would make it good to their
                  Master</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="makegood" target="makegood_" type="gloss">That is, if the boat was crushed or damaged while
                  running aground, he would reimburse their master.</note>, so partly rowing and
               partly driving our Boat went away to the <ref target="norward_" corresp="norward">Norward</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="norward" target="norward_" type="gloss">Northward</note> sloaping towards the Shore almost as far as <ref target="winterton_" corresp="winterton">Winterton Ness.</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="winterton" target="winterton_" type="gloss">An area of foreland along the north Norfolk coast of England</note>
            </p>
            <p>We were not much more than a quarter of an Hour out of our Ship but we saw her sink,
               and then I understood for the first time what was meant by a Ship foundering in the
               Sea; I must acknowledge <pb n="14" facs="tcp:0653600100:18"/> I had hardly Eyes to look up when the Seamen told me she
               was sinking; for from that Moment they rather put me into
               the Boat than that I might be said to go in, my Heart was as it were dead within me,
               partly with Fright, partly with Horror of Mind and the Thoughts of what was yet
               before me.</p>
            <p>While we were in this Condition, the Men yet labouring at the Oar to bring the Boat
               near the Shore, we could see, when our Boat mounting the Waves, we were able to see
               the Shore, a great many People running along the Shore to assist us when we should
               come near, but we made but slow way towards the Shore, nor were we able to reach the
               Shore, till being past the Light-House at <hi rend="italic">Winterton,</hi> the Shore falls off to the Westward towards <hi rend="italic">Cromer,</hi> and so
               the Land broke off a little the Violence of the Wind: Here we got in, and tho' not
                  without much Difficulty got all safe on Shore and walk'd
               afterwards on Foot to <hi rend="italic">Yarmouth,</hi> where, as unfortunate Men, we were used with great Humanity as well by the Magistrates of the
               Town, who assign'd us good Quarters, as by particular Merchants and Owners of Ships,
               and had Money given us sufficient to carry us either to
                  <hi rend="italic">London</hi> or back to <hi rend="italic">Hull,</hi> as we thought fit.</p>
            <p>Had I now had the Sense to have gone back to <hi rend="italic">Hull,</hi> and have gone home, I had
               been happy, and my Father, an Emblem of our Blessed Saviour's Parable, had even <ref target="calf_" corresp="calf">kill'd the fatted Calf for me</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="calf" target="calf_" type="gloss">Another
                  allusion to the parable of the Prodigal Son, when the father kills the fatted calf
                  to feast and celebrate the return of his ruined son (Luke 15:23)</note>; for
               hearing the Ship I went away in was cast away in <hi rend="italic">Yarmouth</hi> Road, it was a
               great while before he had any Assurance that I was not drown'd.</p>
            <p>But my ill Fate push'd me on now with an Obstinacy that
               nothing could resist; and tho' I had several times loud
               Calls from my Reason and my more composed Judgment to go home, yet I had <pb n="15"/> no Power to do it. I know not what to call this, nor
               will I urge, that it is a secret over-ruling Decree that hurries us on to be the
               Instruments of our own Destruction, even tho' it be before us, and that we rush upon
               it with our Eyes open. Certainly nothing but some such
               decreed unavoidable Misery attending, and which it was impossible for me to escape,
               could have push'd me forward against the calm Reasonings and Perswasions of my most
                  retired Thoughts, and against two such visible Instructions as I had met with in my first Attempt.</p>
            <p>My Comrade, who had help'd to harden me before, and who was
               the Master's Son, was now less forward than I; the first time he spoke to me after we
               were at <hi rend="italic">Yarmouth,</hi> which was not till two or three Days, for we were
               separated in the Town to several Quarters; I say, the first time he saw me, it
               appear'd his Tone was alter'd, and looking very melancholy and shaking his Head,
               ask'd me how I did, and telling his Father who I was, and how I had come this Voyage
               only for a Trial in order to go farther abroad; his Father turning to me with a very
               grave and concern'd Tone, <hi rend="italic">Young Man,</hi> says he, <hi rend="italic">you ought never to go to
                  Sea any more, you ought to take this for a plain and visible Token that you are
                  not to be a Seafaring Man,</hi> why, Sir, said I, will you go to Sea no more?
                  <hi rend="italic">That is another Case,</hi> said he, <hi rend="italic">it is my Calling, and therefore my
                  Duty; but as you made this Voyage for a Trial, you see what a Taste Heaven has
                  given you of what you are to expect if you persist; perhaps this is all befallen
                  us on your Account, like</hi>
               <ref target="jonah_" corresp="jonah">Jonah</ref>
               <hi rend="italic">in the Ship of</hi> Tarshish <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="jonah" target="jonah_" type="gloss">The Biblical Jonah boarded a ship bound for Tarshish,
                  but was thrown overboard and swallowed by a whale when the crew discovered that he
                  was fleeing God's commandment, and held him responsible for the violent storms
                  encountered by their ship.</note>. <hi rend="italic">Pray,</hi> continues he, <hi rend="italic">what are you?
                  and on what Account did you go to Sea?</hi> Upon that I told him some of my Story;
               at the End of which he burst out with a strange kind of Passion, What had I done,
               says he, that such an unhappy Wretch should come into my Ship? I would not set my
               Foot in <pb n="16"/> the same Ship with thee again for a
               Thousand Pounds. This indeed was, as I said, an Excursion of his Spirits which were
               yet agitated by the Sense of his Loss, and was farther than he could have Authority
               to go. However he afterwards talk'd very gravely to me, exhorted me to go back to my
                  Father, and not tempt Providence to my Ruine; told me I
               might see a visible Hand of Heaven against me, <hi rend="italic">And young Man,</hi> said he,
                  <hi rend="italic">depend upon it, if you do not go back, where-ever you go, you will meet with
                     nothing but Disasters and Disappointments till your
                  Father's Words are fulfilled upon you.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>We parted soon after; for I made him little Answer, and I saw him no more; which way
               he went, I know not. As for me, having some Money in my
               Pocket, I travelled to <hi rend="italic">London</hi> by Land; and there, as well as on the Road,
               had many Struggles with my self, what Course of Life I
               should take, and whether I should go Home, or go to Sea.</p>
            <p>As to going Home, Shame opposed the best Motions that offered to my Thoughts; and it
                  immediately occurr'd to me how I should be laugh'd at
               among the Neighbours, and should be asham'd to see, not my Father and Mother only,
               but even every Body else; from whence I have since often observed, how incongruous
               and irrational the common Temper of Mankind is, especially
               of Youth, to that Reason which ought to guide them in such Cases, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> That
               they are not asham'd to sin, and yet are asham'd to repent; not asham'd of the Action for which they ought justly to be esteemed Fools, but are
               asham'd of the returning, which only can make them be esteem'd wise Men.</p>
            <p>In this State of Life however I remained some time, uncertain what Measures to take,
               and what Course of Life to lead. An irresistible Reluctance continu'd to going Home;
               and as I stay'd a while, <pb n="17"/> the Remembrance of the
               Distress I had been in wore off; and as that abated, the little Motion I had in my
               Desires to a Return wore off with it, till at last I quite lay'd aside the Thoughts
               of it, and lookt out for a Voyage.</p>  
            <head> <ref target="Audio2_" corresp="Audio2">[Audio File]</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Audio2" target="Audio2_">
                                <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/defoe-crusoe/soundFiles/robinsoncrusoe_02_defoe_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Mark F. Smith</note>
                        </head>
            <p>That evil Influence which carryed me first away from my Father's House, that hurried
               me into the wild and indigested Notion of raising my Fortune; and that imprest those
               Conceits so forcibly upon me, as to make me deaf to all good Advice, and to the
               Entreaties and even Command of my Father: I say the same
               Influence, whatever it was, presented the most unfortunate of all Enterprises to my
               View; and I went on board a Vessel bound to the Coast of <hi rend="italic">Africa</hi>; or, as our
               Sailors vulgarly call it, a Voyage to <hi rend="italic">Guinea.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>It was my great Misfortune that in all these Adventures I did not ship my self as a
               Sailor; whereby, tho' I might indeed have workt a little harder than ordinary, yet at
               the same time I had learn'd the Duty and Office of a <ref target="mastman_" corresp="mastman">Fore-mast Man</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="mastman" target="mastman_" type="gloss">Common sailor</note>; and in time
               might have quallified my self for a Mate or Lieutenant, if not for a Master: But as
               it was always my Fate to choose for the worse, so I did here; for having Money in my
               Pocket, and good Cloaths upon my Back, I would always go on board in the Habit of a
               Gentleman; and so I neither had any Business in the Ship, or learn'd to do any.</p>
            <p>It was my Lot first of all to fall into pretty good Company in <hi rend="italic">London,</hi> which
               does not always happen to such loose and unguided young
               Fellows as I then was; the Devil generally not omitting to lay some Snare for them
               very early: But it was not so with me, I first fell acquainted with the Master of a
               Ship who had been on the Coast of <hi rend="italic">Guinea</hi>; and who having had very good
               Success there, was resolved <pb n="18"/> to go again; and who taking a Fancy to my Conversation,
               which was not at all disagreeable at that time, hearing me say I had a mind to see
               the Word, told me if I wou'd go the Voyage with him I should be at no Expence; I
               should be his <ref target="messmate_" corresp="messmate">Mess-mate</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="messmate" target="messmate_" type="gloss">Person with whom one regularly takes meals.</note> and his Companion, and if I
               could carry any thing with me, I should have all the Advantage of it that the Trade
               would admit; and perhaps I might meet with some Encouragement.</p>
            <p>I embrac'd the Offer, and entring into a strict Friendship with this Captain, who was
               an honest and plain-dealing Man, I went the Voyage with him, and carried a small <ref target="capital_" corresp="capital">Adventure</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="capital" target="capital_" type="gloss">Quantity of capital or valuables</note> with me, which by the disinterested
               Honesty of my Friend the Captain, I increased very
               considerably; for I carried about 40 <ref target="gbp_" corresp="gbp">l.</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="gbp" target="gbp_" type="gloss">40
                  pounds</note> in such Toys and Trifles as the Captain
               directed me to buy. This 40 <hi rend="italic">l.</hi> I had mustered
               together by the Assistance of some of my Relations whom I
               corresponded with, and who, I believe, got my Father, or at
               least my Mother, to contribute so much as that to my first Adventure.</p>
            <p>This was the only Voyage which I may say was successful in all my Adventures, and
               which I owe to the Integrity and Honesty of my Friend the Captain, under whom also I got a competent Knowledge of the
               Mathematicks and the Rules of Navigation, learn'd how to
               keep an Account of the Ship's Course, take an Observation; and in short, to
               understand some things that were needful to be understood by
               a Sailor: For, as he took Delight to introduce me, I took Delight to learn; and, in a
               word, this Voyage made me both a Sailor and a Merchant: for I brought Home
                  <hi rend="italic">L.</hi>
               <ref target="ounces_" corresp="ounces">5.9</ref>
               <hi rend="italic">Ounces</hi>
               <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="ounces" target="ounces_" type="gloss">Five pounds, nine ounces</note> of Gold Dust for my Adventure, which yielded me
               in <hi rend="italic">London</hi> at my Return, almost 300 <ref target="gbp2_" corresp="gbp2">l.</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="gbp2" target="gbp2_" type="gloss">300 British pounds, a very substantial sum at a time when a person
                  could live on a fraction of that for a year</note> and this fill'd me with those
               aspiring Thoughts which have since so compleated my Ruin.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="19"/>Yet even in this Voyage I had my Misfortunes
               too; particularly, that I was continually sick, being thrown
               into a violent <ref target="calenture_" corresp="calenture">Calenture</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="calenture" target="calenture_" type="gloss">Feverish delirium</note> by the excessive Heat of the Climate; our
               principal Trading being upon the Coast, from the Latitude of 15 Degrees, North even
               to the <ref target="equator_" corresp="equator">Line</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="equator" target="equator_" type="gloss">The Equator</note> it self.</p>
            <p>I was now set up for a <ref target="guiney_" corresp="guiney">Guiney</ref> Trader
                  <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="guiney" target="guiney_" type="gloss">A merchant in the goods that Europeans sought from Africa: gold,
                  ivory, and ultimately, slaves.</note>; and my Friend, to my great Misfortune,
               dying soon after his Arrival, I resolved to go the same Voyage again, and I embark'd
               in the same Vessel with one who was his Mate in the former Voyage, and had now got
               the Command of the Ship. This was the unhappiest Voyage that
               ever Man made; for tho' I did not carry quite 100 <hi rend="italic">l.</hi> of my new gain'd
               Wealth, so that I had 200 left, and which I lodg'd with my Friend's Widow, who was
               very just to me, yet I fell into terrible Misfortunes in this Voyage; and the first
               was this, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> Our Ship making her Course towards the <hi rend="italic">Canary</hi>
               Islands, or rather between those Islands, and the <hi rend="italic">African</hi> Shore, was
               surprised in the Grey of the Morning, by a <hi rend="italic">Turkish</hi> Rover of <ref target="sallee_" corresp="sallee">Sallee,</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="sallee" target="sallee_" type="gloss">A
                  city in northwest Morocco</note> who gave Chase to us with all the Sail she could
               make. We crowded also as much Canvass as our Yards would spread, or our Masts carry,
               to have got clear; but finding the Pirate gain'd upon us, and would certainly come up
               with us in a few Hours, we prepar'd to fight; our Ship having 12 Guns, and the Rogue
               18. About three in the Afternoon he came up with us, and
               bringing to by Mistake, just athwart our Quarter, instead of athwart our Stern, as he
               intended, we brought 8 of our Guns to bear on that Side, and <ref target="cannons_" corresp="cannons">pour'd in a Broadside</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="cannons" target="cannons_" type="gloss">That is, they fired all the
                  cannons on one side of the ship</note> upon him, which made him sheer off again,
               after returning our Fire, and pouring in also his small Shot from near 200 Men which
               he had on Board. However, we had not a Man touch'd, all our Men keeping close. He
               prepar'd to attack us <pb n="20"/> again, and we to defend
               our selves; but laying us on Board the next time upon our other Quarter, he entred 60
               Men upon our Decks, who immediatel fell to cutting and
               hacking the Decks and Rigging. We ply'd them with Small-shot, Half-Pikes,
               Powder-Chests, and such like, and clea'rd our Deck of them twice. However, to cut
               short this melancholly Part of our Story, our Ship being disabled, and three of our
               Men kill'd, and eight wounded, we were obliged to yield, and were carry'd all Prisoners into <ref target="sallee2_" corresp="sallee2">Sallee,</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="sallee2" target="sallee2_" type="gloss">A city in northwest Morocco</note>
               a Port belonging to the <hi rend="italic">Moors.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>The <ref target="usage_" corresp="usage">Usage I had</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="usage" target="usage_" type="gloss">Treatment I received</note> there was not so dreadful as at first I apprehended,
               nor was I carried up the Country to the Emperor's Court, as
               the rest of our Men were, but was kept by the Captain of the Rover, as his proper
               Prize, and made his Slave, being young and nimble, and fit for his Business. At this
               surprising Change of my Circumstances from a Merchant to a
               miserable Slave, I was perfectly overwhelmed; and now I
               look'd back upon my Father's prophetick Discourse to me, that I should be miserable, and have none to relieve me, which I thought was now
               so effectually brought to pass, that it could not be worse; that now the Hand of
               Heaven had overtaken me, and I was undone without Redemption. But alas! this was but a Taste of the Misery I was
               to go thro', as will appear in the Sequel of this Story.</p>
            <p>As my new Patron or Master had taken me Home to his House, so I was in hopes that he
               would take me with him when he went to Sea again, believing
               that it would some time or other be his Fate to be taken by a <hi rend="italic">Spanish</hi> or
                  <hi rend="italic">Portugal</hi> Man of War; and that then I should be set at Liberty. But this
               Hope of mine was soon taken away; for when he went to Sea, he left me on Shoar to
               look after his <pb n="21"/> little Garden, and do the common
               Drudgery of Slaves about his House; and when he came home again from his Cruise, he
               order'd me to lye in the Cabbin to look after the Ship.</p>
            <p>Here I meditated nothing but my Escape; and what Method I might take to effect it,
               but found no Way that had the least Probability in it: Nothing presented to make the Supposition of it rational;
               for I had no Body to communicate it to, that would embark with me; no Fellow-Slave,
               no <hi rend="italic">Englishman, Irishman,</hi> or <hi rend="italic">Scotsman</hi> there
               but my self; so that for two Years, tho' I often pleased my self with the
               Imagination, yet I never had the least encouraging Prospect
               of putting it in Practice.</p>
            <p>After about two Years an odd Circumstance presented it self,
               which put the old Thought of making some Attempt for my
               Liberty, again in my Head: My Patron lying at Home longer than usual, without fitting out his Ship, which, as I heard, was for
               want of Money; he used constantly, once or twice a Week, sometimes oftner, if the
               Weather was fair, to take the Ship's <ref target="pinnace_" corresp="pinnace">Pinnace</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="pinnace" target="pinnace_" type="gloss">A light rowboat carried aboard large merchant and
                  war vessels.</note>, and go out into the Road a-fishing; and as he always took me
               and a young <hi rend="italic">Maresco</hi> with him to row the Boat, we made him very merry, and I
               prov'd very dexterous in catching Fish; insomuch that sometimes he would send me with
               a <hi rend="italic">Moor,</hi> one of his Kinsmen, and the Youth the <ref target="maresco_" corresp="maresco">Maresco,</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="maresco" target="maresco_" type="gloss">Moor, a term generally used in this period to refer to people from northern
                  Africa.</note> as they call'd him, to catch a Dish of Fish for him.</p>
            <p>It happen'd one time, that going a fishing in a stark calm Morning, a Fog rose so
               thick, that tho' we were not half a League from the Shoar we lost Sight of it; and
               rowing we knew not whither or which way, we labour'd all Day and all the next Night,
               and when the Morning came we found we had pull'd off to Sea instead of pulling in for
               the Shoar; and that we were at least two Leagues from <pb n="22"/> the Shoar: However we got well in again, tho' with a
               great deal of Labour, and some Danger; for the Wind began to blow pretty fresh in the
                  Morning; but particularly we were all very hungry.</p>
            <p>But our Patron warn'd by this Disaster, resolved to take more Care of himself for the
               future; and having lying by him the Long-boat of our <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Ship we had
               taken, he resolved he would not go a fishing any more without a Compass and some
               Provision; so he ordered the Carpenter of his Ship, who also was an <hi rend="italic">English</hi>
               Slave, to build a little State-room or Cabin in the middle of the Long Boat, like
               that of a Barge, with a Place to stand behind it to steer and hale home the
               Main-sheet; and Room before for a hand or two to stand and work the Sails; she sail'd
               with that we call a Shoulder of Mutton Sail; and the Boom
                  <ref target="gib_" corresp="gib">gib'd</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="gib" target="gib_" type="gloss">Shifted from one side of the vessel to the
                  other when running before the wind.</note> over the Top of the Cabbin, which lay
               very snug and low, and had in it Room for him to lye, with a Slave or two, and a
               Table to eat on, with some small Lockers to put in some Bottles of such Liquor as he
               thought fit to drink in; particularly his Bread, Rice and Coffee.</p>
            <p>We went frequently out with this Boat a fishing, and as I was most dextrous to catch
               fish for him, he never went without me: It happen'd that he had appointed to go out
               in this Boat, either for Pleasure or for Fish, with two or three <hi rend="italic">Moors</hi> of
               some Distinction in that Place, and for whom he had provided extraordinarily; and had
               therefore sent on board the Boat over Night, a larger Store of Provisions than
               ordinary; and had order'd me to get ready three Fuzees with Powder and Shot, which
               were on board his Ship; for that they design'd some Sport of
               Fowling as well as Fishing.</p>
            <p>I got all things ready as he had directed, and waited the next Morning with the Boat,
               washed <pb n="23"/> clean, her <ref target="ancient_" corresp="ancient">Antient and Pendants</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="ancient" target="ancient_" type="gloss">An ancient or ensign is the
                  national flag a ship flies at sea; pennants would be other flags on the rigging
                  that would communicate facts about the ship, such as its master and status, to
                  other ships.</note> out, and every thing to accomodate his Guests; when by and by
               my Patroon came on board alone, and told me his Guests had put off going, upon some
               Business that fell out, and order'd me with the Man and Boy, as usual, to go out with
               the Boat and catch them some Fish, for that his Friends were to sup at his House; and
               commanded that as soon as I had got some Fish I should bring it home to his House;
               all which I prepar'd to do.</p>
            <p>This Moment my former Notions of Deliverance darted into my
               Thoughts, for now I found I was like to have a little Ship at my Command; and my
               Master being gone, I prepar'd to furnish my self, not for a fishing Business but for
               a Voyage; tho' I knew not, neither did I so much as consider whither I should steer;
               for any where to get out of that Place was my Way.</p>
            <p>My first Contrivance was to make a Pretence to speak to this <hi rend="italic">Moor,</hi> to get
               something for our Subsistance on board; for I told him we must not presume to eat of
               our Patroon's Bread, he said that was true; so he brought a large Basket of Rusk or
               Bisket of their kind, and three Jarrs with fresh Water into the Boat; I knew where my
               Patroon's Case of Bottles stood, which it was evident by the make were taken out of
               some <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Prize; and I convey'd them into the Boat while the
                  <hi rend="italic">Moor</hi> was on Shoar, as if they had been there before, for our Master: I
               convey'd also a great Lump of Bees-Wax into the Boat, which weighed above <ref target="hundredweight_" corresp="hundredweight">half a Hundred Weight</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="hundredweight" target="hundredweight_" type="gloss">More than 56 lb (a full hundredweight is 112 lb)</note>, with a
               Parcel of Twine or Thread, a Hatchet, a Saw and a Hammer, all which were of great Use
               to us afterwards; especially the Wax to make Candles. Another Trick I try'd upon him,
               which he innocently came into also; his Name was <hi rend="italic">Ismael,</hi> who they call
                  <hi rend="italic">Muly</hi>
               <pb n="24"/> or <hi rend="italic">Moely,</hi> so I call'd to him,
                  <hi rend="italic">Moely</hi> said I, our Patroon's Guns are on board
               the Boat, can you not get a little Powder and Shot, it may be we may kill some
                  <hi rend="italic">Alcamies</hi> (a Fowl like our <ref target="curlew_" corresp="curlew">Curlieus</ref>) <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="curlew" target="curlew_" type="gloss">Or curlew; a wading bird of mottled brown color with
                  a long, slender beak.</note> for our selves, for I know he keeps the Gunner's
               Stores in the Ship? Yes, <hi rend="italic">says he,</hi> I'll bring some, and accordingly he
               brought a great Leather Pouch which held about a Pound and half of Powder, or rather
               more; and another with Shot, that had five or six Pound, with some Bullets; and put
               all into the Boat: At the same time I had found some Powder of my Masters in the
               Great Cabbin, with which I fill'd one of the large Bottles in the Case, which was
               almost empty; pouring what was in it into another: and thus furnished with every
               thing needful, we sail'd out of the Port to fish: The Castle which is at the Entrance
               of the Port knew who we were, and took no Notice of us; and we were not above a Mile
               out of the Port before we hal'd in our Sail, and set us down to fish: The Wind blew
               from the N. NE. which was contrary to my Desire; for had it blown southerly I had
               been sure to have made the Coast of <hi rend="italic">Spain,</hi> and at least reacht to the Bay of
                  <ref target="cadiz_" corresp="cadiz">Cadiz</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="cadiz" target="cadiz_" type="gloss">A
                  coastal city in southwest Spain</note>; but my Resolutions were, blow which way it
               would, I would be gone from that horrid Place where I was, and leave the rest to
               Fate.</p>
            <p>After we had fisht some time and catcht nothing, for when I had Fish on my Hook, I
               would not pull them up, that he might not see them; I said to the <hi rend="italic">Moor,</hi> this
               will not do, our Master will not be thus serv'd, we must stand farther off: He
                  thinking no harm agreed, and being in the head of the
               Boat set the Sails; and as I had the Helm I run the Boat out near a League farther,
               and then brought her too as if I would fish; when giving the Boy the Helm, I stept
               forward to where the <hi rend="italic">Moor</hi> was, and making as if I stoopt for something <pb n="25"/> hehind him, I
               took him by Surprize with my Arm under his <ref target="twist_" corresp="twist">Twist</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="twist" target="twist_" type="gloss">Crotch</note>, and tost him clear over-board
               into the Sea; he rise immediately, for he swam like a Cork, and call'd to me, begg'd
               to be taken in, told me he would go all over the World with me; he swam so strong
               after the Boat that he would have reacht me very quickly, there being but little
               Wind; upon which I stept into the Cabbin and fetching one of the <ref target="fowling_" corresp="fowling">Fowling-pieces</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="fowling" target="fowling_" type="gloss">Guns, usually used to shoot birds</note>, I <ref target="presented_" corresp="presented">presented it</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="presented" target="presented_" type="gloss">Aimed</note> at him, and told
               him, I had done him no hurt, and if he would be quiet I would do him none; but said
               I, you swim well enough to reach to the Shoar, and the Sea is calm, make the best of
               your Way to Shoar and I will do you no harm, but if you come near the Boat I'll shoot
               you thro' the Head; for I am resolved to have my Liberty; so he turn'd himself about
               and swam for the Shoar, and I make no doubt but he reacht it with Ease, for he was an
               Excellent Swimmer.</p>
            <p>I could ha' been content to ha' taken this <hi rend="italic">Moor</hi> with me, and ha' drown'd the
               Boy, but there was no venturing to trust him: When he was gone I turn'd to the Boy,
               who they call'd <hi rend="italic">Xury,</hi> and said to him, <hi rend="italic">Xury,</hi> if you will be
               faithful to me I'll make you a great Man, but if you will not stroak your Face to be
               true to me, <hi rend="italic">that is, swear by</hi> Mahomet <hi rend="italic">and his Father's Beard,</hi> I
               must throw you into the Sea too; the Boy smil'd in my Face and spoke so innocently that I could not mistrust him; and swore to be
               faithful to me, and go all over the World with me.</p>
            <p>While I was in View of the <hi rend="italic">Moor</hi> that was swimming, I stood out directly to
               Sea with the Boat, rather stretching to Windward, that they might think me gone
               towards the <hi rend="italic">Straits</hi>-mouth (as indeed any one that had been in their Wits
               must ha' been supposed to do) for who would ha' suppos'd we
               were saild <pb n="26"/> on to the southward to the truly
                  <ref target="barbarian_" corresp="barbarian">Barbarian</ref> Coast<note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="barbarian" target="barbarian_" type="gloss">The North African coast, between Tripoli and Morocco.</note>, where
               whole Nations of Negroes were sure to surround us with their Canoes, and destroy us;
               where we could ne'er once go on shoar but we should be devour'd by savage Beasts, or
               more merciless Savages of humane kind.</p>
            <p>But as soon as it grew dusk in the Evening, I chang'd my Course, and steer'd directly
               South and by East, bending my Course a little toward the East, that I might keep in
               with the Shoar; and having a fair fresh Gale of Wind, and a smooth quiet Sea, I made
               such Sail that I believe by the next Day at Three a Clock in the Afternoon, when I
               first made the Land, I could not be less than 150 Miles South of <hi rend="italic">Sallee</hi>;
               quite beyond the Emperor of <hi rend="italic">Morocco</hi>'s Dominions, or
               indeed of any other King thereabouts, for we saw no
               People.</p>
            <p>Yet such was the Fright I had taken at the <hi rend="italic">Moors,</hi> and the dreadful
               Apprehensions I had of falling into their Hands, that I would not stop, or go on
               Shoar, or come to an Anchor; the Wind continuing fair, 'till I had sail'd in that
               manner five Days: And then the Wind shifting to the southward, I concluded also that if any of our Vessels were in Chase of me, they also
               would now <ref target="giveover_" corresp="giveover">give over</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="giveover" target="giveover_" type="gloss">If any of his Master's men had tried to follow him, he was by now so far away
                  that they would have given up.</note>; so I ventur'd to make to the Coast, and
               came to an Anchor in the Mouth of a little River, I knew not what, or where; neither
               what Latitude, what Country, what Nations, or what River: I neither saw, or desir'd
               to see any People, the principal thing I wanted was fresh Water: We came into this
               Creek in the Evening, resolving to swim on shoar as soon as it was dark, and discover
               the Country; but as soon as it was quite dark, we heard such dreadful Noises of the
               Barking, Roaring, and Howling of Wild Creatures, of we knew not what Kinds, that the
               poor Boy was ready to die with <pb n="27"/> Fear, and beg'd
               of me not to go on shoar till Day; well <hi rend="italic">Xury</hi> said I, then I won't, but it
               may be we may see Men by Day, who will be as bad to us as those Lyons; <hi rend="italic">then we
                  give them the shoot Gun</hi> says <hi rend="italic">Xury</hi> laughing, <hi rend="italic">make them run
                  wey</hi>; such <hi rend="italic">English Xury</hi> spoke by conversing among us Slaves, however I was glad to see the Boy so cheerful, and I gave him a
                  <ref target="dram_" corresp="dram">Dram</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="dram" target="dram_" type="gloss">a small amount from a bottle, a swig or
                  a sip</note> (out of our Patroon's Case of Bottles) to
               chear him up: After all, <hi rend="italic">Xury</hi>'s Advice was good, and I took it, we dropt our
               little Anchor and lay still all Night; I say still, for we
               slept none! for in two or three Hours we saw vast great Creatures (we knew not what
               to call them) of many sorts, come down to the Sea-shoar and run into the Water,
               wallowing and washing themselves for the Pleasure of cooling themselves; and they
               made such hideous Howlings and Yellings, that I never indeed heard the like.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Xury</hi> was dreadfully frighted, and indeed so was I too; but we were both more
               frighted when we heard one of these mighty Creatures come swimming towards our Boat, we could not see him, but we might hear him by his blowing
               to be a monstrous, huge and furious Beast; <hi rend="italic">Xury</hi>
               said it was a Lyon, and it might be so for ought I know; but poor <hi rend="italic">Xury</hi> cryed
               to me to weigh the Anchor and row away; no says I, <hi rend="italic">Xury,</hi> we can slip our
               Cable with the Buoy to it and go off to Sea, they cannot
               follow us far; I had no sooner said so, but I perceiv'd the Creature (whatever it
               was) within Two Oars Length, which something surprized me; however I immediately
               stept to the Cabbin-door, and taking up my Gun fir'd at him, upon which he
               immediately turn'd about and swam towards the Shoar
               again.</p>
            <p>But it is impossible to describe the horrible Noises, and
               hideous Cryes and Howlings, that were <pb n="28"/> raised as
               well upon the Edge of the Shoar, as higher within the
               Country; upon the Noise or Report of the Gun, a Thing I have
               some Reason to believe those Creatures had never heard before: This Convinc'd me that
               there was no going on Shoar for us in the Night upon that Coast, and how to venture
               on Shoar in the Day was another Question too; for to have
               fallen into the Hands of any of the Savages, had been as bad as to have fallen into
               the Hands of Lyons and Tygers; at least we were equally apprehensive of the Danger of
               it.</p>
            <p>Be that as it would, we were oblig'd to go on Shoar somewhere or other for Water, for
               we had not a Pint left in the Boat; when or where to get to it was the Point:
                  <hi rend="italic">Xury</hi> said, if I would let him go on Shoar with one of the Jarrs, he would
               find if there was any Water and bring some to me. I ask'd him why he would go? Why I
               should not go and he stay in the Boat? The Boy answer'd with so much Affection that
               made me love him ever after. Says he, <hi rend="italic">If wild Mans come, they eat me, you go
                  wey.</hi> Well, <hi rend="italic">Xury,</hi> said I, we will both go, and if the wild Man's come
               we will kill them, they shall Eat neither of us; so I gave <hi rend="italic">Xury</hi> a piece of
               Rusk-bread to Eat and a Dram out of our Patroons Case of
               Bottles which I mentioned before; and we hal'd the Boat in as near the Shoar as we
               thought was proper, and so waded on Shoar, carrying nothing
               but our Arms and two Jarrs for Water.</p>
            <p>I did not care to go out of Sight of the Boat, fearing the coming of Canoes with
                  <hi rend="italic">Savages</hi> down the River; but the Boy seeing a low Place about a Mile up
               the Country rambled to it; and by and by I saw him come running towards me, I thought
               he was pursued by some Savage, or <pb n="29"/> frighted with
               some wild Beast, and I run forward towards him to help him, but when I came nearer to him, I saw something hanging over his Shoulders which
               was a Creature that he had shot, like a Hare but different in Colour, and longer
               Legs, however we were very glad of it, and it was very good Meat; but the great Joy
               that poor <hi rend="italic">Xury</hi> came with, was to tell me he had found good Water and seen no
               wild Mans.</p>
            <p>But we found afterwards that we need not take such Pains for Water, for a little
               higher up the Creek where we were, we found the Water fresh when the Tide was out,
               which flowed but a little way up; so we filled our Jarrs and feasted on the Hare we
               had killed, and prepared to go on our Way, having seen no Foot-steps of any humane
               Creature in that part of the Country.</p>
            <p>As I had been one Voyage to this Coast before, I knew very well that the Islands of
               the <ref target="canaries_" corresp="canaries">Canaries,</ref> and the <hi rend="italic">Cape de
                  Verd</hi> Islands also, lay not far off from the Coast <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="canaries" target="canaries_" type="gloss">There is a geographical inconsistency here. Crusoe and Xury are somewhere along
                  the southwest Moroccan coast if the Canary Islands are close by. Therefore, they
                  are to the southwest of their starting point at Salé, which is in northwest Morocco. However, Crusoe claims to have sailed south
                  and east of Salé - this is, in fact, impossible, since traveling southeast of Salé
                  would entail going inland.</note>. But as I had no Instruments to take an
               Observation to know what Latitude we were in, and did not exactly know, or at least
                  remember what Latitude they were in; I knew not where to
               look for them, or when to stand off to Sea towards them; otherwise I might now easily
               have found some of these Islands. But my hope was, that if I stood along this Coast
               till I came to that Part where the <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Traded, I should find some of
               their Vessels upon their usual Design of Trade, that would relieve and take us
               in.</p>
            <p>By the best of my Calculation, that Place were I now was, must be that Country, which
               lying between the Emperor of <placeName type="tgn" key="1000179">
                                <hi rend="italic">Morocco</hi>
                            </placeName>'s Dominions
               and the <hi rend="italic">Negro</hi>'s, lies wast and uninhabited, except by wild Beasts; the
                  <hi rend="italic">Negroes</hi> having abandon'd it and gone farther South for fear of the
                  <hi rend="italic">Moors</hi>; and the <hi rend="italic">Moors</hi>
               <pb n="30"/> not thinking it worth inhabiting, by reason of
               its Barrenness; and indeed both forsaking it because of the prodigious Numbers of
               Tygers, Lyons, Leopards and other furious Creatures which harbour there; so that the <hi rend="italic">Moors</hi> use it for their Hunting only, where they go like an Army, two or three thousand Men at a time; and
               indeed for near an hundred Miles together upon this Coast, we saw nothing but a wast
               uninhabited Country, by Day; and heard nothing but Howlings and Roaring of wild
               Beasts, by Night.</p>
            <p>Once or twice in the Day time, I thought I saw the <hi rend="italic">Pico</hi> of
                  <hi rend="italic">Teneriffe,</hi> being the high top of the Mountain <hi rend="italic">Teneriffe</hi> in the
                  <hi rend="italic">Canaries</hi>; and had a great mind to venture out in hopes of reaching
               thither; but having tried twice I was forced in again by contrary Winds, the Sea also
               going too high for my little Vessel, so I resolved to pursue my first Design and keep
               along the Shoar.</p>
            <p>Several times I was obliged to land for fresh Water, after we had left this Place;
               and once in particular, being early in the Morning, we came to an Anchor under a
               little Point of Land which was pretty high, and the Tide beginning to flow, we lay
               still to go farther in; <hi rend="italic">Xury,</hi> whose Eyes were more about him than it seems
               mine were, calls softly to me, and tells me that we had best go farther off the
               Shoar; for, says he, look yonder lies a dreadful Monster on the side of that Hillock
               fast asleep: I look'd where he pointed, and saw a dreadful Monster indeed, for it was
               a terrible great Lyon that lay on the Side of the Shoar, under the Shade of a Piece
               of the Hill that hung as it were a little over him. <hi rend="italic">Xury,</hi> says I, you shall
               go on Shoar and kill him; <hi rend="italic">Xury</hi> look'd frighted, and said, <hi rend="italic">Me kill! he
                  eat me at one Mouth</hi>; one Mouthful he meant; however, I said no more to the
               Boy, but <pb n="31"/> bad him lye still, and I took our
               biggest Gun, which was almost <ref target="bore_" corresp="bore">Musquet-bore</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="bore" target="bore_" type="gloss">"Bore" refers to the interior of the barrel of a gun,
                  and the diameter of the bore determines the calibre. Crusoe's gun, then, is musket
                  calibre.</note>, and loaded it with a good Charge of Powder, and with two <ref target="slug_" corresp="slug">Slugs</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="slug" target="slug_" type="gloss">Bullets</note>, and laid it down; then I
               loaded another Gun with two Bullets, and the third, for we had three Pieces, I loaded
               with five smaller Bullets. I took the best aim I could with the first Piece to have
               shot him into the Head, but he lay so with his Leg rais'd a little above his Nose,
               at first, but finding his Leg broke fell down again, and then got up upon three Legs
               and gave the most hideous Roar that ever I heard; I was a little suppriz'd that I had
               not hit him on the Head; however I took up the second Piece immediately, and tho' he
               began to move off fir'd again, and shot him into the Head, and had the Pleasure to
               see him drop, and make but little Noise, but lay struggling for Life. Then
                  <hi rend="italic">Xury</hi> took Heart, and would have me let him go on Shoar: Well, go said I,
               so the Boy jump'd into the Water, and taking a little Gun in
               one Hand swam to Shoar with the other Hand, and coming close to the Creature, put the
               Muzzle of the Piece to his Ear, and shot him into the Head again which dispatch'd him quite.</p>
            <p>This was Game indeed to us, but this was no Food, and I was very sorry to lose three
               Charges of Powder and Shot upon a Creature that was good for nothing to us. However
                  <hi rend="italic">Xury</hi> said he would have some of him; so he comes on board, and ask'd me
               to give him the Hatchet; for what, <hi rend="italic">Xury,</hi> said I? <hi rend="italic">Me cut off his
                  Head,</hi> said he. However <hi rend="italic">Xury</hi> could not cut
               off his Head, but he cut off a Foot and brought it with him, and it was a monstrous
               great one.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="32"/>I bethought my self however, that perhaps the
               Skin of him might one way or other be of some Value to us; and I resolved to take off
               his Skin if I could. So <hi rend="italic">Xury</hi> and I went to work with him; but <hi rend="italic">Xury</hi>
               was much the better Workman at it, for I knew very ill how to do it. Indeed it took
               us up both the whole Day, but at last we got of the Hide of him, and spreading it on
               the top of our Cabbin, the Sun effectually dried it in two Days time, and it
               afterwards serv'd me to lye upon.</p>
            
            <head> <ref target="Audio3_" corresp="Audio3">[Audio File]</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Audio3" target="Audio3_">
                                <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/defoe-crusoe/soundFiles/robinsoncrusoe_03_defoe_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Mark F. Smith</note>
                        </head>
            <p>After this Stop we made on to the Southward continually for ten or twelve Days,
               living very sparing on our Provisions, which began to abate very much, and going no
               oftner into the Shoar than we were oblig'd to for fresh Water; my Design in this was to make the River <hi rend="italic">Gambia</hi> or
                     <hi rend="italic">Sennegall,</hi> that is to say, any where about
               the <ref target="caboverde_" corresp="caboverde">Cape de Verd,</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="caboverde" target="caboverde_" type="gloss">The area south of Morocco, near modern Senegal, was an epicenter for
                  British trade in salt and slaves.</note> where I was in hopes to meet with some
                     <hi rend="italic">European</hi> Ship, and if I did not, I knew not
               what Course I had to take, but to seek out for the <hi rend="italic">Islands,</hi> or perish there among the <hi rend="italic">Negroes.</hi> I knew that all the
               Ships from <hi rend="italic">Europe,</hi> which sail'd either to the Coast of <hi rend="italic">Guiney,</hi> or
               to <hi rend="italic">Brasil,</hi> or to the <ref target="indies_" corresp="indies">East-Indies,</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="indies" target="indies_" type="gloss">European merchant vessels would have carried salt,
                  gold, and slaves away from Africa, and sugar and spices back from Brazil and the
                  Indies respectively.</note> made this <hi rend="italic">Cape</hi> or those <hi rend="italic">Islands</hi>; and
               in a word, I put the whole of my Fortune upon this single Point, either that I must
               meet with some Ship, or must perish.</p>
            <p>When I had pursued this Resolution about ten Days longer, as I have said, I began to
               see that the Land was inhabited, and in two or three Places as we sailed by, we saw
               People stand upon the Shoar to look at us, we could also perceive they were quite
               Black and Stark-naked. I was once inclin'd to ha' gone on Shoar to them; but
                  <hi rend="italic">Xury</hi> was my better Councellor, and said to me, <hi rend="italic">no go, no go</hi>;
               however I hal'd in nearer the Shoar that I might talk to them, and I found they run
               along the Shoar by me a good way; I observ'd they had <pb n="33"/> no Weapons in their Hands, except one who had a long
               slender Stick, which <hi rend="italic">Xury</hi> said was a Lance, and that they would throw them a
               great way with good aim; so I kept at a distance, but talk'd with them by Signs as
               well as I could; and particularly made Signs for some thing to Eat, they beckon'd to
               me to stop my Boat, and that they would fetch me some Meat; upon this I lower'd the
               top of my Sail, and lay by, and two of them run up into the Country, and in less than
               half an Hour came back and brought with them two Pieces of dry Flesh and some Corn,
               such as is the Produce of their Country, but we neither knew what the one or the
               other was; however we were willing to accept it, but how to come at it was our next
               Dispute, for I was not for venturing on Shore to them, and they were as much affraid
               of us; but they took a safe way for us all, for they brought it to the Shore and laid
               it down, and went and stood a great way off till we fetch'd it on Board, and then
               came close to us again.</p>
            <p>We made Signs of Thanks to them, for we had nothing to make them amends; but an
                  Opportunity offer'd that very Instant to oblige them
                  wonderfully, for while we were lying by the Shore, came
               two mighty Creatures one pursuing the other, (as we took it) with great Fury, from
               the Mountains towards the Sea; whether it was the Male pursuing the Female, or
               whether they were in Sport or in Rage, we could not tell, any more than we could tell
                  whether it was usual or strange, but I believe it was the
               latter; because in the first Place, those ravenous Creatures seldom appear but in the
               Night; and in the second Place, we found the People terribly frighted, especially the
               Women. The Man that had the Lance or Dart did not fly from them, but the rest did;
               however as the two Creatures <pb n="34"/> ran directly into
               the Water, they did not seem to offer to fall upon any of
               the <hi rend="italic">Negroes,</hi> but plung'd themselves into the Sea and swam about as if they
               had come for their Diversion; at last one of them began to come nearer our Boat than
               at first I expected, but I lay ready for him, for I had loaded my Gun with all
               possible Expedition, and bad <hi rend="italic">Xury</hi> load both the other; as soon as he came
               fairly within my reach, I fir'd, and shot him directly into
               the Head; immediately he sunk down into the Water, but rose instantly and plung'd up
               and down as if he was struggling for Life; and so indeed he was, he immediately made
               to the Shore, but between the Wound which was his mortal Hurt, and the strangling of
               the Water, he dyed just before he reach'd the Shore.</p>
            <p>It is impossible to express the Astonishment of these poor Creatures at the Noise and
               the Fire of my Gun; some of them were even ready to dye for Fear, and fell down as
               Dead with the very Terror. But when they saw the Creature dead and sunk in the Water,
               and that I made Signs to them to come to the Shore; they took Heart and came to the
               Shore and began to search for the Creature, I found him by his Blood staining the
               Water, and by the help of a Rope which I slung round him and gave the
                  <hi rend="italic">Negroes</hi> to hawl, they drag'd him on Shore, and found that it was a most
               curious Leopard, spotted and fine to an admirable Degree,
               and the <hi rend="italic">Negroes</hi> held up their Hands with Admiration to think what it was I
               had kill'd him with.</p>
            <p>The other Creature frighted with the flash of Fire and the Noise of the Gun swam on
               Shore, and ran up directly to the Mountains from whence they came, nor could I at
               that Distance know what it was. I found quickly the <hi rend="italic">Negroes</hi> were for eating
               the Flesh of this Creature, so I was willing <pb n="35"/> to have them take it as a Favour from me, which when I
               made Signs to them that they might take him, they were very thankful for, immediately they fell to work with him, and tho' they had no Knife,
               yet with a sharpen'd Piece of Wood they took off his Skin as readily, and much more
               readily than we cou'd have done with a Knife; they offer'd me some of the Flesh,
               which I declined, making as if I would give it them, but made Signs for the Skin,
               which they gave me very freely, and brought me a great deal more of their Provision,
               which tho' I did not understand, yet I accepted; then I made Signs to them for some
               Water, and held out one of my Jarrs to them, turning it bottom upward, to shew that it was empty, and that I wanted to have
               it filled. They call'd immediately to some of their Friends, and there came two Women and brought a great Vessel made of Earth, and burnt as I
               suppose in the Sun; this they set down for me, as before, and I sent <hi rend="italic">Xury</hi> on
               Shore with my Jarrs, and filled them all three: The Women
               were as stark Naked as the Men.</p>
            <p>I was now furnished with Roots and Corn, such as it was, and Water, and leaving my
               friendly <hi rend="italic">Negroes,</hi> I made forward for about eleven
               Days more without offering to go near the Shoar, till I saw the Land run out a great
               Length into the Sea, at about the Distance of four or five
               Leagues before me, and the Sea being very calm I kept a large, offing to make this
               Point; at length, doubling the Point at about two Leagues from the Land, I saw
               plainly Land on the other Side to Seaward; then I concluded, as it was most certain
               indeed, that this was the <hi rend="italic">Cape de Verd,</hi> and those the <hi rend="italic">Islands,</hi> call'd from thence <hi rend="italic">Cape de Verd
                  Islands.</hi> However they were at a great Distance, and I could not well tell
               what I had best to do, for if I <pb n="36"/> should be taken
               with a Fresh of Wind I might neither reach one or other.</p>
            <p>In this Dilemna, as I was very pensive, I stept into the Cabbin and sat me down,
                  <hi rend="italic">Xury</hi> having the Helm, when on a suddain the Boy cry'd out, <hi rend="italic">Master,
                  Master, a Ship with a Sail,</hi> and the foolish Boy was frighted out of his Wits,
               thinking it must needs be some of his Master's Ships sent to pursue us, when, I knew
               we were gotten far enough out of their reach. I jump'd out of the Cabbin, and
               immediately saw not only the Ship, but what she was, (<hi rend="italic">viz.</hi>) that it was a
                  <hi rend="italic">Portuguese</hi> Ship, and as I thought was bound to the Coast of
                  <hi rend="italic">Guinea</hi> for <hi rend="italic">Negroes.</hi> But when I observ'd the Course she steer'd,
               I was soon convinc'd they were bound some other way, and did not design to come any
               nearer to the Shoar; upon which I stretch'd out to Sea as much as I could, resolving
               to speak with them if possible.</p>
            <p>With all the Sail I could make, I found I should not be able to come in their Way,
               but that they would be gone by, before I could make any Signal to them; but after I
               had crowded to the utmost, and began to despair, they it seems saw me by the help of
               their Perspective-Glasses, and that it was some <hi rend="italic">European</hi> Boat, which as they
               supposed must belong to some Ship that was lost, so they shortned Sail to let me come up. I was encouraged with this, and as I had my Patroon's
               Antient on Board, I made a Waft of it to them for a Signal of Distress, and fir'd a
               Gun, both which they saw, for they told me they saw the Smoke, tho' they did not hear
               the Gun; upon these Signals they very kindly brought too, and lay by for me, and in
                  about three Hours time I came up with them.</p>
            <p>They ask'd me what I was, in <hi rend="italic">Portuguese,</hi> and in <hi rend="italic">Spanish,</hi> and in
                  <hi rend="italic">French,</hi> but I understood none of <pb n="37"/>
               them; but at last a <hi rend="italic">Scots</hi> Sailor who was on board, call'd to me, and I
               answer'd him, and told him I was an <hi rend="italic">Englishman,</hi> that I had made my escape
               out of Slavery from the <hi rend="italic">Moors</hi> at <hi rend="italic">Sallee</hi>; then they bad me come on
               board, and very kindly took me in, and all my Goods.</p>
            <p>It was an inexpressible Joy to me, that any one will believe, that I was thus
               deliver'd, as I esteem'd it, from such a miserable and
               almost hopeless Condition as I was in, and I immediately
                  offered all I had to the Captain of the Ship, as a Return
               for my Deliverance; but he generously told me, he would take nothing from me, but
               that all I had should be deliver'd safe to me when I came to the <hi rend="italic">Brasils,</hi>
               for says he, <hi rend="italic">I have sav'd your Life on no other Terms than I would be glad to be
                  saved my self, and it may one time or other be my Lot to be taken up in the same
                  Condition; besides,</hi> said he, <hi rend="italic">when I carry you to the</hi> Brasils, <hi rend="italic">so
                  great a way from your own Country, if I should take from you what you have, you
                  will be starved there, and then I only take away that Life I have given. No, no,
                  Seignor</hi> Inglese, says he, <hi rend="italic">Mr.</hi> Englishman, <hi rend="italic">I will carry you
                  thither in Charity, and those things will help you to buy your Subsistance there
                  and your Passage home again.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>As he was Charitable in his Proposal, so he was Just in the Performance <ref target="tittle_" corresp="tittle">to a tittle</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="tittle" target="tittle_" type="gloss">Down
                  to the smallest detail; to the highest degree</note>, for he ordered the Seamen
               that none should offer to touch any thing I had; then he took every thing into his
               own Possession, and gave me back an exact Inventory of them, that I might have them,
               even so much as my three Earthen Jarrs.</p>
            <p>As to my Boat it was a very good one, and that he saw, and told me he would buy it of
               me for the Ship's use, and ask'd me what I would have for it? I told him he had been
               so generous to me in every thing, that I could not offer to make any <pb n="38"/> Price of the Boat,
               but left it entirely to him, upon which he told me he would give me a Note of his
               Hand to pay me <ref target="po8_" corresp="po8">80 Pieces of Eight</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="po8" target="po8_" type="gloss">Eighty
                  Spanish dollars ("Pieces of eight" were so called because one was worth eight
                  Spanish reales.)</note> for it at <hi rend="italic">Brasil,</hi> and when it came there, if any
               one offer'd to give more he would make it up; he offer'd me
               also 60 Pieces of Eight more for my Boy <hi rend="italic">Xury,</hi> which I was loath to take, not
               that I was not willing to let the Captain have him, but I was very loath to sell the
               poor Boy's Liberty, who had assisted me so faithfully in
               procuring my own. However when I let him know my Reason. he
               own'd it to be just, and offer'd me this Medium, that he would give the Boy an
               Obligation to set him free in ten Years, if he turn'd Christian; upon this, and
                  <hi rend="italic">Xury</hi> saying he was willing to go to him, I let the Captain have him.</p>
            <p>We had a very good Voyage to the <hi rend="italic">Brasils,</hi> and arriv'd in the <hi rend="italic">Bay de Todos los Santos,</hi> or <ref target="allsaints_" corresp="allsaints">All-Saints Bay,</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="allsaints" target="allsaints_" type="gloss">A bay near Salvador.</note> in
               about <ref target="twentytwo_" corresp="twentytwo">Twenty-two Days after</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="twentytwo" target="twentytwo_" type="gloss">This duration is actually remarkably short. Merchant vessels carrying
                  slaves and cargo could take anywhere from four weeks to several months to travel
                  from the Gold Coast to the Americas.</note>. And now I was once more deliver'd
               from the most miserable of all Conditions of Life, and what to do next with my self I
               was now to consider.</p>
            <p>The generous Treatment the Captain gave me, I can never enough remember; he would
               take nothing of me for my Passage, gave me <ref target="ducat_" corresp="ducat">twenty Ducats</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="ducat" target="ducat_" type="gloss">A gold or silver trade coin, formerly current in most
                  European countries.</note> for the Leopard's Skin, and forty for the Lyon's Skin
               which I had in my Boat, and caused every thing I had in the Ship to be punctually
               deliver'd me, and what I was willing to sell he bought, such as the Case of Bottles,
               two of my Guns, and a Piece of the Lump of Bees-wax, for I had made Candles of the
               rest; in a word, I made about 220 Pieces of Eight of all my Cargo, and with this
               Stock I went on Shoar in the <hi rend="italic">Brasilo.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>I had not been long here, but being recommended to the House
               of a good honest Man like himself, who had an
                  <hi rend="italic">Ingeino</hi> as they call it; that is, a <pb n="39"/>
               Plantation and a <ref target="sugarhouse_" corresp="sugarhouse">Sugar-House</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="sugarhouse" target="sugarhouse_" type="gloss">Portugal colonized Brazil in the late sixteenth
                  century and instituted the lucrative sugar plantation system, which relied on
                  African and Native American slave labor. In the seventeenth century, Brazil was
                  the world's leading exporter of sugar.</note>. I lived with him some time, and
               acquainted my self by that means with the Manner of their planting and making of
               Sugar; and seeing how well the Planters liv'd, and how they grew rich suddenly, I
               resolv'd, if I could get Licence to settle there, I would turn Planter among them,
               resolving in the mean time to find out some Way to get my Money which I had left in
                  <hi rend="italic">London</hi> remitted to me. To this Purpose getting a kind of a Letter of
               Naturalization, I purchased as much Land that was Uncur'd, as my Money would reach,
               and form'd a Plan for my Plantation and Settlement, and such
               a one as might be suitable to the Stock which I proposed to my self to receive from
                  <hi rend="italic">England.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>I had a Neighbour, a <hi rend="italic">Portugueze</hi> of <hi rend="italic">Lisbon,</hi> but born of
                  <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Parents, whose Name was <hi rend="italic">Wells,</hi> and in much such
               Circumstances as I was. I call him my Neighbour, because his Plantation lay next to
               mine, and we went on very sociably together. My Stock was but low as well as his; and
               we rather planted for Food than any thing else, for about two Years. However, we
               began to increase, and our Land began to come into Order; so that the third Year we
               planted some Tobacco, and made each of us a large Piece of Ground ready for planting
               Canes in the Year to come; but we both wanted Help, and now I found more than before,
               I had done wrong in parting with my Boy <hi rend="italic">Xury.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>But alas! for me to do wrong that never did right, was no great Wonder: I had no
               Remedy but to go on; I was gotten into an Employment quite remote to my Genius, and
               directly contrary to the Life I delighted in, and for which I forsook my Father's House, and broke thro' all his good Advice; nay, I
               was coming into the very Middle Station, or upper Degree of low Life, which my Father
                  advised me to before; and which if I resolved to go on
                  <pb n="40"/> with, I might as well ha' staid at Home, and
               never have fatigu'd my self in the World as I had done; and I used often to say to my
               self, I could ha' done this as well in <hi rend="italic">England</hi> among my Friends, as ha' gone
               5000 Miles off to do it among Strangers and Salvages in a Wilderness, and at such a
               Distance, as never to hear from any Part of the World that had the least Knowledge of
               me.</p>
            <p>In this manner I used to look upon my Condition with the utmost Regret. I had no body
               to converse with but now and then this Neighbour; no Work to
               be done, but by the Labour of my Hands; and I used to say, I liv'd just like a Man
               cast away upon some desolate Island, that had no body there but himself. But how just
               has it been, and how should all Men reflect, that when they compare their present Conditions with others that are worse, Heaven may
               oblige them to make the Exchange, and be convinc'd of their former Felicity by their
                  Experience: I say, how just has it been, that the truly
                  solitary Life I reflected on in an Island of meer
                  Desolation should be my Lot, who had so often unjustly
               compar'd it with the Life which I then led, in which had I continued, I had in all
               Probability been exceeding prosperous and rich.</p>
            <p>I was in some Degree settled in my Measures for carrying on the Plantation, before my
               kind Friend the Captain of the Ship that took me up at Sea, went back; for the Ship
               remained there in providing his Loading, and preparing for
               his Voyage, near three Months, when telling him what little Stock I had left behind
               me in <hi rend="italic">London,</hi> he gave me this friendly and sincere Advice, <hi rend="italic">Seignior
                  Inglese says he</hi>; for so he always called me, if you will give me Letters, and
               a Procuration here in Form to me, with Orders to the Person who has your Money in
                  <hi rend="italic">London,</hi> to send your Effects to <hi rend="italic">Lisbon,</hi> to such Persons as I
               shall direct, <pb n="41"/> and in
               such Goods as are proper for this Country, I will bring you
               the Produce of them, God willing, at my Return; but since human Affairs are all
               subject to Changes and Disasters, I would have you give Orders but for One Hundred
               Pounds <ref target="sterl_" corresp="sterl">Sterl.</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="sterl" target="sterl_" type="gloss">British pounds are also referred to as pounds sterling</note> which you say is
               Half your Stock, and let the Hazard be run for the first; so
               that if it come safe, you may order the rest the same Way; and if it miscarry, you
               may have the other Half to have Recourse to for your
               Supply.</p>
            <p>This was so wholesom Advice, and look'd so friendly, that I could not but be
               convinc'd it was the best Course I could take; so I accordingly prepared Letters to
               the Gentlewoman with whom I had left my Money, and a Procuration to the
                  <hi rend="italic">Portuguese</hi> Captain, as he desired.</p>
            <p>I wrote the <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Captain's Widow a full Account of all my Adventures, my
               Slavery, Escape, and how I had met with the <hi rend="italic">Portugal</hi> Captain at Sea, the
                  Humanity of his Behaviour, and in what Condition I was
               now in, with all other necessary Directions for my Supply; and when this honest
               Captain came to <hi rend="italic">Lisbon,</hi> he found means by some of the <hi rend="italic">English</hi>
               Merchants there, to send over not the Order only, but a full Account of my Story to a
               Merchant at <hi rend="italic">London,</hi> who represented it effectually to her; whereupon, she
               not only delivered the Money, but out of her own Pocket sent the <hi rend="italic">Portugal</hi>
               Captain a very handsom Present for his Humanity and Charity
               to me.</p>
            <p>The Merchant in <hi rend="italic">London</hi> vesting this Hundred Pounds in <hi rend="italic">English</hi>
               Goods, such as the Captain had writ for, sent them directly to him at
                  <hi rend="italic">Lisbon,</hi> and he brought them all safe to me to the <hi rend="italic">Brasils,</hi> among
               which, without my Direction (for I was too young in my Business to think of them) he
               had taken Care to have all Sorts of Tools, Iron-Work, and Utensils <pb n="42"/> necessary for my Plantation, and which
               were of great Use to me.</p>
            <p>When this Cargo arrived, I thought my Fortunes made, for I was surprised with the Joy
               of it; and my good Steward the Captain had laid out the Five Pounds which my Friend
               had sent him for a Present for himself, to purchase, and
               bring me over a Servant under Bond for six Years Service, and would not accept of any
               Consideration, except a little Tobacco, which I would have
               him accept, being of my own Produce.</p>
            <p>Neither was this all; but my Goods being all <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Manufactures, such as
               Cloath, Stuffs, Bays, and things particularly valuable and desirable in the Country,
               I found means to sell them to a very great Advantage; so that I might say, I had more
               than four times the Value of my first Cargo, and was now infinitely beyond my poor
               Neighbour, I mean in the Advancement of my Plantation; for the first thing I did, I
               bought me a Negro Slave, and an <hi rend="italic">European</hi> Servant also; I mean another
               besides that which the Captain brought me from <hi rend="italic">Lisbon.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>But as abus'd Prosperity is oftentimes made the very Means of our greatest Adversity,
               so was it with me. I went on the next Year with great Success in my Plantation: I
               raised fifty great Rolls of Tobacco on my own Ground, more
               than I had disposed of for Necessaries among my Neighbours; and these fifty Rolls
               being each of above a <ref target="hundredweight2_" corresp="hundredweight2">100
                     <hi rend="italic">Wt.</hi>
                            </ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="hundredweight2" target="hundredweight2_" type="gloss">A hundredweight, also known as a centum
                  weight or quintal, equal to eight stone, or about 112 lb according to the imperial
                  system. (The American hundredweight, by contrast, equals 100 lb.)</note> were well
               cur'd and laid by against the Return of the Fleet from <hi rend="italic">Lisbon</hi>: and now
               increasing in Business and in Wealth, my Head began to be full of Projects and Undertakings beyond my Reach; such as are indeed
               often the Ruine of the best Heads in Business.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="43"/>Had I continued in the Station I was now in, I
               had room for all the happy things to have yet befallen me,
               for which my Father so earnestly recommended a quiet retired
               Life, and of which he had so sensibly describ'd the middle Station of Life to be full
               of; but other things attended me, and I was still to be the wilful Agent of all my
               own Miseries; and particularly to encrease my Fault and double the Reflections upon
               my self, which in my future Sorrows I should have leisure to make; all these
               Miscarriages were procured by my apparent obstinate adhering to my foolish inclination of wandring abroad and pursuing that Inclination, in contradiction to the clearest Views of doing
               my self good in a fair and plain pursuit of those Prospects and those measures of
               Life, which Nature and Providence concurred to present me with, and to make my
               Duty.</p>
            <p>As I had once done thus in my breaking away from my Parents, so I could not be
               content now, but I must go and leave the happy View I had of being a rich and thriving Man in my new Plantation, only to
               pursue a rash and immoderate Desire of rising faster than the Nature of the Thing
                  admitted; and thus I cast my self down again into the
               deepest Gulph of human Misery that ever Man fell into, or perhaps could be consistent
               with Life and a State Health of in the World.</p>
            
            <head> <ref target="Audio4_" corresp="Audio4">[Audio File]</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Audio4" target="Audio4_">
                                <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/defoe-crusoe/soundFiles/robinsoncrusoe_04_defoe_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Mark F. Smith</note>
                        </head>
            
            <p>To come then by just Degrees, to the Particulars of this
               Part of my Story; you may suppose, that having now lived
               almost four Years in the <hi rend="italic">Brasilo,</hi> and beginning to thrive and prosper very well upon my Plantation; I had not only learn'd the
               Language, but had contracted Acquaintance and Friendship among my Fellow-Planters, as
               well as among the Merchants at St. <hi rend="italic">Salvadore,</hi> which was our Port; and that
               in my Discourses among <pb n="44"/> them, I had frequently
               given them an Account of my two Voyages to the Coast of <hi rend="italic">Guinea,</hi> the manner
               of Trading with the <hi rend="italic">Negroes</hi> there, and how easy it was to purchase upon the
               Coast, for Trifles, such as Beads, Toys, Knives, Scissars, Hatchets, bits of Glass,
               and the like; not only Gold Dust, <hi rend="italic">Guinea</hi> Grains, Elephants Teeth,
                  <hi rend="italic">&amp;c.</hi> but <hi rend="italic">Negroes</hi> for the Service of the <hi rend="italic">Brasils,</hi> in
               great Numbers.</p>
            <p>They listened always very attentively to my Discourses on these Heads, but especially
               to that Part which related to the buying <hi rend="italic">Negroes,</hi> which was a Trade at that
               time not only not far entred into, but as far as it was, had been carried on by the
                  <ref target="asiento_" corresp="asiento">Assiento's</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="asiento" target="asiento_" type="gloss">The asiento was the contract to provide slaves to the Spanish and Portuguese
                  colonies in the Americas. At the time of the publication of Robinson Crusoe, the
                  contract was held by Great Britain, which could not exercise it in 1718 and 1719
                  due to the outbreak of war with Spain. The language here makes it seem as though
                  African slaves were rare in Brazil, but in reality, the sugar and tobacco
                  plantations of colonial Brazil were heavily dependent on slave labor and the
                  trans-Atlantic slave trade. In 1888, Brazil became the last country in the Western
                  world to abolish slavery.</note>, or Permission of the Kings of <hi rend="italic">Spain</hi> and
                  <hi rend="italic">Portugal,</hi> and engross'd in the Publick, so that few <hi rend="italic">Negroes</hi> were
               brought, and those excessive dear.</p>
            <p>It happen'd, being in Company with some Merchants and
               Planters of my Acquaintance, and talking of those things very earnestly, three of
               them came to me the next Morning, and told me they had been musing very much upon
               what I had discoursed with them of, the last Night, and they came to make a secret
               Proposal to me; and after enjoining me Secrecy, they told me, that they had a mind to
               fit out a Ship to go to <ref target="guinea_" corresp="guinea">Guinea,</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="guinea" target="guinea_" type="gloss">A
                  country south of Guinea-Bissau and north of Sierra Leone, along the west coast of
                  Africa</note> that they had all Plantations as well as I, and were <ref target="straiten_" corresp="straiten">straiten'd for</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="straiten" target="straiten_" type="gloss">Lacking</note> nothing so much as Servants; that as it was a Trade that could not
               be carried on, because they <ref target="sale_" corresp="sale">could not publickly sell the <hi rend="italic">Negroes</hi>
                            </ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="sale" target="sale_" type="gloss">Because
                  the sales were not authorized by the Spanish or Portuguese crowns under the terms
                  of the asiento.</note> when they came home, so they desired to make but one
               Voyage, to bring the <hi rend="italic">Negroes</hi> on Shoar privately, and divide them among their
               own Plantations; and in a Word, the Question was, whether I would go their
               Super-Cargo in the Ship to manage the Trading Part upon the Coast <pb n="45"/> of <hi rend="italic">Guinea</hi>? And they offer'd me that I should
               have my equal Share of the <hi rend="italic">Negroes</hi> without providing any Part of the
               Stock.</p>
            <p>This was a fair Proposal it must be confess'd, had it been made to any one that had
               not had a Settlement and Plantation of his own to look after, which was in a fair way
               of coming to be very Considerable, and with a good Stock upon it. But for me that was
               thus entered and established, and had nothing to do but go on as I had begun for
               three or four Years more, and to have sent for the other hundred Pound from
                  <hi rend="italic">England,</hi> and who in that time, and with that little Addition, could
               scarce ha' fail'd of being worth three or four thousand
               Pounds Sterling, and that encreasing too; for me to think of such a Voyage, was the
               most prepostorous Thing that ever Man in such Circumstances could be guilty of.</p>
            <p>But I that was born to be my own Destroyer, could no more resist the Offer than I
               could restrain my first rambling Designs, when my Father's good Counsel was lost upon me. In a word, I told them
               I would go with all my Heart, if they would undertake to look after my Plantation in
               my Absence, and would dispose of it to such as I should direct if I miscarry'd. This
               they all engag'd to do, and entred into Writings or Covenants to do so; and I made a formal Will, disposing of my
               Plantation and Effects, in Case of my Death, making the Captain of the Ship that had
               sav'd my Life as before, my universal Heir, but obliging him to dispose of my Effects
               as I had directed in my Will, one half of the Produce being
               to himself, and the other to be ship'd to <hi rend="italic">England.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>In short, I took all possible Caution to preserve my Effects, and keep up my
               Plantation; had I used half as much Prudence to have look'd
               into my <pb n="46"/> own Intrest, and have made a Judgment
               of what I ought to have done, and not to have done, I had certainly never gone away
               from so prosperous an Undertaking, leaving all the probable
               Views of a thriving Circumstance, and gone upon a Voyage to
               Sea, attended with all its common Hazards; to say nothing of
               the Reasons I had to expect particular Misfortunes to my self.</p>
            <p>But I was hurried on, and obey'd blindly the Dictates of my Fancy rather than my
               Reason; and accordingly the Ship being fitted out, and the Cargo furnished, and all
               things done as by Agreement, by my Partners in the Voyage. I
               went on Board in an evil Hour, the _____ th of _____ , being the same Day eight Year that I went from my Father and Mother at <hi rend="italic">Hull,</hi> in order to act the Rebel to their Authority, and
               the Fool to my own Interest.</p>
            <p>Our Ship was about 120 Tun Burthen, carried 6 Guns, and 14 Men, besides the Master,
               his Boy, and my self; we had on board no large Cargo of Goods, except of such Toys as
               were fit for our Trade with the <hi rend="italic">Negroes,</hi> such as Beads, bits of Glass,
               Shells, and odd Trifles, especially little Looking-Glasses, Knives, Scissars,
               Hatchets, and the like.</p>
            <p>The same Day I went on board we set sail, standing away to the Northward upon our own
               Coast, with Design to stretch over for the <hi rend="italic">Affrican</hi> Coast, when they came
               about 10 or 12 Degrees of Northern Latitude, which it seems was the manner of their Course in those Days. We had very good Weather,
               only excessive hot, all the way upon our own Coast, till we
               came the Height of <hi rend="italic">Cape</hi> St. <hi rend="italic">Augustino,</hi> from whence keeping farther
               off at Sea we lost Sight of Land, and steer'd as if we was bound for the Isle <ref target="fernand_" corresp="fernand">Fernand de Noronha</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="fernand" target="fernand_" type="gloss">An
                  archipelago off the coast of Brazil, northwest of Cape St. Augustine</note>
               holding <pb n="47"/> our Course <hi rend="italic">N.E.</hi> by <hi rend="italic">N.</hi>
               and leaving those Isles on the East; in this Course we past the Line in about 12 Days
               time, and were by our last Observation in 7 Degrees 22 <ref target="latitude_" corresp="latitude">Min.</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="latitude" target="latitude_" type="gloss">The degree, the primary unit if
                  latitude, can be subdivided twice into smaller units: each degree consists of 60
                  minutes, and each minute of 60 seconds.</note> Northern Latitude, when a violent
               Tournado or Hurricane took us quite out of our Knowledge; it began from the
               South-East, came about to the North-West, and then settled into the North-East, from
               whence it blew in such a terrible manner, that for twelve Days together we could do
               nothing but drive, and scudding away before it, let it carry us whither ever Fate and
               the Fury of the Winds directed; and during these twelve Days, I need not say, that I
               expected every Day to be swallowed up, nor indeed did any in
               the Ship expect to save their Lives.</p>
            <p>In this Distress, we had besides the Terror of the Storm, one of our Men dyed of the
                  <ref target="calenture2_" corresp="calenture2">Calenture</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="calenture2" target="calenture2_" type="gloss">Feverish delirium prevalent in the tropics.</note>, and one Man and
               the Boy wash'd over board; about the 12th Day the Weather
               abating a little, the Master made an Observation as well as he could, and found that
               he was in about 11 Degrees North Latitude, but that he was 22 Degrees of Longitude
               difference West from <hi rend="italic">Cape</hi> St. <hi rend="italic">Augustino</hi>; so that he found he was
               gotten upon the Coast of <ref target="guinea2_" corresp="guinea2">Guinea,</ref> or
               the North Part of <hi rend="italic">Brasil,</hi>
               <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="guinea2" target="guinea2_" type="gloss">The language here can be misleading. Crusoe is not referring to Guinea, on the
                  west coast of Africa, but to the Guianas, a region of South America north of
                  Brazil.</note> beyond the River <hi rend="italic">Amozones,</hi> toward that of the River
                     <hi rend="italic">Oronoque,</hi> commonly call'd the <ref target="amazon_" corresp="amazon">Great River,</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="amazon" target="amazon_" type="gloss">The
                  Amazon River extends from Peru through Brazil, and the Orinoco River from
                  Venezuela to Colombia. These details help the reader to estimate the location of
                  the island on which Crusoe is marooned.</note> and began
               to consult with me what Course he should take, for the Ship was leaky and very much
                  disabled, and he was going directly back to the Coast of
                  <hi rend="italic">Brasil.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>I was positively against that, and looking over the Charts of the Sea-Coast of
                  <hi rend="italic">America</hi> with him, we concluded there was no inhabited Country for us to
               have recourse to, till we came within the Circle of the <ref target="caribbean_" corresp="caribbean">Carrible-Islands,</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="caribbean" target="caribbean_" type="gloss">Caribbean Islands</note> and therefore resolved to stand away for
                  <hi rend="italic">Barbadoes,</hi> which by keeping off <pb n="48"/> at
               Sea, to avoid the Indraft of the Bay or Gulph of <hi rend="italic">Mexico,</hi> we might easily
               perform, as we hoped, in about fifteen Days Sail; whereas we could not possibly make
               our Voyage to the Coast of <hi rend="italic">Affrica</hi> without some Assistance, both to our Ship
               and to our selves.</p>
            <p>With this Design we chang'd our Course and steer'd away <hi rend="italic">N. W.</hi> by <hi rend="italic">W.</hi>
               in order to reach some of our <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Islands, where I hoped for Relief; but our Voyage was otherwise determined, for being in
               the Latitude of 12 Deg. 18 Min. a second Storm came upon us, which carry'd us away with the same Impetuosity Westward, and drove us so out
               of the very Way of all humane Commerce, that had all our Lives been saved, as to the
               Sea, we were rather in Danger of being devoured by Savages
               than ever returning to our own Country.</p>
            <p>In this Distress, the Wind still blowing very hard, one of our Men early in the
               Morning, cry'd out, <hi rend="italic">Land</hi>; and we had no sooner run out of the Cabbin to look
               out in hopes of seeing where abouts in the World we were; but the Ship struck upon a
               Sand, and in a moment her Motion being so stopp'd, the Sea broke over her in such a
               manner, that we expected we should all have perish'd
               immediately, and we were immediately driven into our close
               Quarters to shelter us from the very Foam and Sprye of the Sea.</p>
            <p>It is not easy for any one, who has not been in the like Condition, to describe or
               conceive the Consternation of Men in such Circumstances; we knew nothing where we
               were, or upon what Land it was we were driven, whether an Island or the Main, whether
               inhabited or not inhabited; and as the Rage of the Wind was still great, tho' rather less than at first, we could not so much as <pb n="49"/> hope to have the Ship hold many Minutes without breaking in Pieces, unless the Winds by a kind of
               Miracle should turn immediately about. In a word, we sat looking upon one another,
               and expecting Death every Moment, and every Man acting accordingly, as preparing for
               another World, for there was little or nothing more for us to do in this; that which
               was our present Comfort, and all the Comfort we had, was, that contrary to our
               Expectation the Ship did not break yet, and that the Master said the Wind began to
                  abate.</p>
            <p>Now tho' we thought that the Wind did a little abate, yet
               the Ship having thus struck upon the Sand, and sticking too fast for us to expect her
               getting off, we were in a dreadful Condition indeed, and had nothing to do but to
               think of saving our Lives as well as we could; we had a Boat
               at our Stern just before the Storm, but she was first <ref target="stave_" corresp="stave">stav'd</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="stave" target="stave_" type="gloss">The hull probably bashed in</note> by dashing against
               the Ship's Rudder, and in the next Place she broke away, and
                  either sunk or was driven off to Sea, so there was no
               hope from her; we had another Boat on board, but how to get her off into the Sea, was
               a doubtful thing; however there was no room to debate, for
               we fancy'd the Ship would break in Pieces every Minute, and
               some told us she was actually broken already.</p>
            <p>In this Distress the Mate of our Vessel lays hold of the Boat, and with the help of
               the rest of the Men, they got her slung over the Ship's-side, and getting all into
               her, let go, and committed our selves being Eleven in Number, to God's Mercy, and the
               wild Sea; for tho' the Storm was abated considerably, yet the Sea went dreadful high
                  upon the Shore, and might well be call'd, <ref target="wildzee_" corresp="wildzee">Den wild Zee,</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="wildzee" target="wildzee_" type="gloss">"the wild sea"</note> as the <hi rend="italic">Dutch</hi> call the Sea in a Storm.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="50"/>And now our Case was very dismal indeed; for we
               all saw plainly, that the Sea went so high, that the Boat could not live, and that we
               should be inevitably drowned. As to making Sail, we had
               none, nor, if we had, could we ha' done any thing with it; so we work'd at the Oar
               towards the Land, tho' with heavy Hearts, like Men going to Execution; for we all knew, that when the Boat came nearer the
               Shore, she would be dash'd in a Thousand Pieces by the
               Breach of the Sea. However, we committed our Souls to God in the most earnest Manner,
               and the Wind driving us towards the Shore, we hasten'd our Destruction with our own
               Hands, pulling as well as we could towards Land.</p>
            <p>What the Shore was, whether Rock or Sand, whether Steep or Shoal, we knew not; the
               only Hope that could rationally give us the least Shadow of Expectation, was, if we
               might happen into some Bay or Gulph, or the Mouth of some River, where by great
               Chance we might have run our Boat in, or got <ref target="leeland_" corresp="leeland">under the Lee of the Land</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="leeland" target="leeland_" type="gloss">In such a position that the land
                  intercepts the wind, so that it does not buffet the boat.</note> , and perhaps
               made smooth Water. But there was nothing of this appeared; but as we made nearer and
               nearer the Shore, the Land look'd more frightful than the Sea.</p>
            <p>After we had row'd, or rather driven about a <ref target="leaguepointfive_" corresp="leaguepointfive">League and a Half</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="leaguepointfive" target="leaguepointfive_" type="gloss">Approximately three and a half miles</note>, as we reckon'd it, a
               raging Wave, Mountain-like, came rowling <ref target="astern_" corresp="astern">a-stern</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="astern" target="astern_" type="gloss">Towards the rear of the boat</note> of us, and
               plainly bad us expect the <ref target="coup_" corresp="coup">Coup de
                  Grace.</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="coup" target="coup_" type="gloss">Death blow</note> In a word, it took us with such a Fury, that it
               overset the Boat at once; and separating us as well from the Boat, as from one
               another, gave us not time hardly to say, O God! for we were all swallowed up in a
               Moment.</p>
            <p>Nothing can describe the Counfusion of Thought which I felt when I sunk into the
               Water; for tho' I swam very well, yet I could not deliver my self from the Waves so
               as to draw Breath, till that Wave <pb n="51"/> having driven
               me, or rather carried me a vast Way on towards the Shore, and having spent it self,
               went back, and left me upon the Land almost dry, but half-dead with the Water I took
               in. I had so much Presence of Mind as well as Breath left, that seeing my self nearer
               the main Land than I expected, I got upon my Feet, and endeavoured to make on towards
               the Land as fast as I could, before another Wave should return, and take me up again.
               But I soon found it was impossible to avoid it; for I saw the Sea come after me as
               high as a great Hill, and as furious as an Enemy which I had no Means or Strength to
               contend with; my Business was to hold my Breath, and raise my self upon the Water, if
               I could; and so by swimming to preserve my Breathing, and
               Pilot my self towards the Shore, if possible; my greatest
               Concern now being, that the Sea, as it would carry me a great Way towards the Shore
               when it came on, might not carry me back again with it when it gave back towards the
               Sea.</p>
            <p>The Wave that came upon me again, buried me at once 20 or 30 Foot deep in its own
               Body; and I could feel my self carried with a mighty Force and Swiftness towards the
               Shore a very great Way; but I held my Breath, and assisted my self to swim still
               forward with all my Might. I was ready to burst with holding my Breath, when, as I
               felt my self rising up, so to my immediate Relief, I found my Head and Hands shoot
               out above the Surface of the Water; and tho' it was not two Seconds of Time that I
               could keep my self so, yet it reliev'd me greatly, gave me Breath and new Courage. I
               was covered again with Water a good while, but not so long but I held it out; and
               finding the Water had spent it self, and began to return, I strook forward against the Return of the Waves, and felt Ground again
               with my Feet. I stood still a few <pb n="52"/> Moments to
               recover Breath, and till the Water went from me, and then took to my Heels, and run
               with what Strength I had farther towards the Shore. But neither would this deliver me
               from the Fury of the Sea, which came pouring in after me again, and twice more I was
               lifted up by the Waves, and carried forwards as before, the Shore being very
               flat.</p>
            <p>The last Time of these two had well near been fatal to me; for the Sea having hurried
               me along as before, landed me, or rather dash'd me against a Piece of a Rock, and
               that with such Force, as it left me senseless, and indeed helpless, as to my own
               Deliverance; for the Blow taking my Side and Breast, beat the Breath as it were quite
               out of my Body; and had it returned again immediately, I must have been strangled in
               the Water; but I recover'd a little before the return of the
               Waves, and seeing I should be cover'd again with the Water, I resolv'd to hold fast
               by a Piece of the Rock, and so to hold my Breath, if possible, till the Wave went
               back; now as the Waves were not so high as at first, being nearer Land, I held my
               Hold till the Wave abated, and then fetch'd another Run,
               which brought me so near the Shore, that the next Wave, tho' it went over me, yet did
               not so swallow me up as to carry me away, and the next run I took, I got to the main
               Land, where, to my great Comfort, I clamber'd up the Clifts of the Shore, and sat me
               down upon the Grass, free from Danger, and quite out of the Reach of the Water.</p>
            <p>I was now landed, and safe on Shore, and began to look up and thank God that my Life
               was sav'd in a Case wherein there was some Minutes before scarce any room to hope. I
               believe it is impossible to express to the Life what the
               Extasies and Transports of <pb n="53"/> the Soul are, when
               it is so sav'd, as I may say, out of the very Grave; and I do not wonder now at that
               Custom, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> That when a <ref target="malefactor_" corresp="malefactor">Malefactor</ref> who has the Halter about his Neck, is tyed up, and just going to
               be turn'd off, and has a Reprieve brought to him: I say, I do not wonder that they
               bring a Surgeon with it, to let him Blood that very Moment
               they tell him of it, that the Surprise may not drive the Animal Spirits from the
               Heart, and overwhelm him: <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="malefactor" target="malefactor_" type="gloss">Crusoe compares himself to a criminal condemned to be hanged, who
                  receives a last-minute pardon or reduced sentence. Bleeding was thought to release
                  adverse humors from the body, in this case those produced by the shock of the
                  lightened sentence.</note>
               <lg>
                                <l>For sudden Joys, like Griefs, confound at first.</l>
                            </lg>
            </p>
            <p>I walk'd about on the Shore, lifting up my Hands, and my whole Being, as I may say,
               wrapt up in the Contemplation of my Deliverance, making a Thousand Gestures and Motions which I cannot describe, reflecting upon all my Comerades
               that were drown'd, and that there should not be one Soul sav'd but my self; for, as
               for them, I never saw them afterwards, or any Sign of them, except three of their
               Hats, one Cap, and two Shoes that were <ref target="shoes_" corresp="shoes">not
                  Fellows</ref>. <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="shoes" target="shoes_" type="gloss">Did not comprise a single identical pair</note>
            </p>
            <p>I cast my Eyes to the stranded Vessel, when the Breach and Froth of the Sea being so
               big, I could hardly see it, it lay so far off, and considered, Lord! how was it
               possible I could get on Shore?</p>
            <p>After I had solac'd my Mind with the comfortable Part of my Condition, I began to
               look round me to see what kind of Place I was in, and what was next to be done, and I
               soon found my Comforts abate, and that in a word I had a dreadful Deliverance: For I
               was wet, had no Clothes to shift me, nor any thing either to eat or drink to comfort
               me, neither did I see any Prospect before me, but that of
               perishing with Hunger, or being devour'd by wild Beasts; and that which was
               particularly afflicting to me, was, that I had no Weapon either to hunt <pb n="54"/> and kill any Creature for my Sustenance, or to defend my self against any other Creature that might desire to
               kill me for theirs: In a Word, I had nothing about me but a
               Knife, a Tobacco-pipe, and a little Tobacco in a Box, this was all my Provision, and this threw me into terrible Agonies of Mind, that
               for a while I run about like a Mad-man; Night coming upon me, I began with a heavy
               Heart to consider what would be my Lot if there were any ravenous Beasts in that
               Country, seeing at Night they always come abroad for their Prey.</p>
            <p>All the Remedy that offer'd to my Thoughts at that Time, was, to get up into a thick
               bushy Tree like a Firr, but thorny, which grew near me, and where I resolv'd to set
               all Night, and consider the next Day what Death I should dye, for as yet I saw no
               Prospect of Life; I walk'd about a <ref target="furlong_" corresp="furlong">Furlong</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="furlong" target="furlong_" type="gloss">One eighth of a mile, or 220 yards.</note> from the
               Shore, to see if I could find any fresh Water to drink,
               which I did, to my great Joy; and having drank and put a little Tobacco in my Mouth
               to prevent Hunger, I went to the Tree, and getting up into it, endeavour'd to place
               my self so, as that if I should sleep I might not fall; and having cut me a short
               Stick, like a Truncheon, for my Defence, I took up my Lodging, and having been excessively fatigu'd, I fell fast asleep, and
               slept as comfortably as, I believe, few could have done in my Condition, and found my
               self the most refresh'd with it, that I think I ever was on such an Occasion.</p>
            
            <head> <ref target="Audio5_" corresp="Audio5">[Audio File]</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Audio5" target="Audio5_">
                                <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/defoe-crusoe/soundFiles/robinsoncrusoe_05_defoe_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Mark F. Smith</note>
                        </head>
            <p>When I wak'd it was broad Day, the Weather clear, and the Storm abated, so that the
               Sea did not rage and swell as before: But that which surpris'd me most, was, that the Ship was lifted off in the Night from the Sand where
               she lay, by the Swelling of the Tyde, and was driven up almost as far as the Rock which I first mention'd, <pb n="55"/> where I had been so bruis'd by the dashing me against
               it; this being within about a Mile from the Shore where I was, and the Ship seeming to stand upright still, I wish'd my self on board, that,
               at least, I might save some necessary things for my use.</p>
            <p>When I came down from my Appartment in the Tree, I look'd about me again, and the
               first thing I found was the Boat, which lay as the Wind and the Sea had toss'd her up
               upon the Land, about two Miles on my right Hand, I walk'd as
               far as I could upon the Shore to have got to her, but found a Neck or Inlet of Water
               between me and the Boat, which was about half a Mile broad, so I came back for the
               present, being more intent upon getting at the Ship, where I hop'd to find something
               for my present Subsistence.</p>
            <p>A little after Noon I found the Sea very calm, and the Tyde ebb'd so far out, that I
               could come within a Quarter of a Mile of the Ship; and here I found a fresh renewing
               of my Grief, for I saw evidently, that if we had kept on board, we had been all safe,
               that is to say, we had all got safe on Shore, and I had not been so miserable as to
               be left entirely destitute of all Comfort and Company, as I
               now was; this forc'd Tears from my Eyes again, but as there was little Relief in
               that, I resolv'd, if possible, to get to the Ship, so I pull'd off my Clothes, for
               the Weather was hot to Extremity, and took the Water, but when I came to the Ship, my
               Difficulty was still greater to know how to get on board, for as she lay a ground,
               and high out of the Water, there was nothing within my Reach to lay hold of, I swam
               round her twice, and the second Time I spy'd a small Piece of a Rope, which I
               wonder'd I did not see at first, hang down by the Fore-Chains so low, <pb n="56"/> as that with great Difficulty I got hold of it, and by
               the help of that Rope, got up into the <ref target="forecastle2_" corresp="forecastle2">Forecastle</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="forecastle2" target="forecastle2_" type="gloss">The forward part of a ship below the main deck, usually the crew's
                  living quarters.</note> of the Ship, here I found that the Ship was bulg'd, and
               had a great deal of Water in her Hold, but that she lay so on the Side of a Bank of
               hard Sand, or rather Earth, that her Stern lay lifted up upon the Bank, and her Head
               low almost to the Water; by this Means all her Quarter was free, and all that was in
               that Part was dry; for you may be sure my first Work was to search and to see what
               was spoil'd and what was free; and first I found that all the Ship's Provisions were dry and untouch'd by the Water, and being very
               well dispos'd to eat, I went to the Bread-room and fill'd my Pockets with Bisket, and eat it as I went about other things, for I had no
               time to lose; I also found some Rum in the great Cabbin, of which I took a large
               Dram, and which I had indeed need enough of to spirit me for what was before me: Now
               I wanted nothing but a Boat to furnish my self with many things which I foresaw would
               be very necessary to me.</p>
            <p>It was in vain to sit still and wish for what was not to be had, and this Extremity
               rouz'd my <ref target="application_" corresp="application">Application</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="application" target="application_" type="gloss">Ingenuity and determination (archaic usage)</note>; we had several
               spare Yards, and two or three large sparrs of Wood, and a spare Top-mast or two in
               the Ship; I resolv'd to fall to work with these, and I flung as many of them over
               board as I could manage for their Weight, tying every one with a Rope that they might
               not drive away; when this was done I went down the Ship's Side, and pulling them to
               me, I ty'd four of them fast together at both Ends as well as I could, in the Form of
               a Raft, and laying two or three short Pieces of Plank upon them cross-ways, I found I
               could walk upon it very <pb n="57"/> well, but that it was
               not able to bear any great Weight, the Pieces being too light; so I went to work, and
               with the Carpenters Saw I cut a spare Top-mast into three Lengths, and added them to
               my Raft, with a great deal of Labour and Pains, but hope of furnishing my self with
               Necessaries, encourag'd me to go beyond what I should have been able to have done
               upon another Occasion.</p>
            <p>My Raft was now strong enough to bear any reasonable Weight; my next Care was what to
               load it with, and how to preserve what I laid upon it from the Surf of the Sea; But I
               was not long considering this, I first laid all the Plank or
               Boards upon it that I could get, and having consider'd well what I most wanted, I
               first got three of the Seamens Chests, which I had broken open and empty'd, and
               lower'd them down upon my Raft; the first of these I fill'd with Provision,
                  <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> Bread, Rice, three Dutch Cheeses, five Pieces of dry'd Goat's Flesh,
               which we liv'd much upon, and a little Remainder of
                  <hi rend="italic">European</hi> Corn which had been laid by for some Fowls which we brought to
               Sea with us, but the Fowls were kill'd, there had been some Barly and Wheat together,
               but, to my great Disappointment, I found afterwards that the
               Rats had eaten or spoil'd it all; as for Liquors, I found several Cases of Bottles belonging to our <ref target="skipper_" corresp="skipper">Skipper</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="skipper" target="skipper_" type="gloss">Master of the ship</note>, in which were some <ref target="cordialwater_" corresp="cordialwater">Cordial Waters</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="cordialwater" target="cordialwater_" type="gloss">Medicinal concoctions, often consisting of brandy or whiskey mixed
                  with various spices</note>, and in all about five or six Gallons of <ref target="rack_" corresp="rack">Rack</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="rack" target="rack_" type="gloss">A type of liqeur</note>, these I stow'd
               by themselves, there being no need to put them into the Chest, nor no room for them.
               While I was doing this, I found the Tyde began to flow, tho' very calm, and I had the
               Mortification to see my Coat, Shirt, and Wast-coat which I had left on Shore upon the
               Sand, swim away; as for my Breeches which were only Linnen and open knee'd, I swam on
               board in them and my Stockings: However <pb n="58"/> this put me upon rummaging for Clothes, of which I
               found enough, but took no more than I wanted for present use, for I had other things
               which my Eye was more upon, as first Tools to work with on Shore, and it was after
               long searching that I found out the Carpenter's Chest, which
               was indeed a very useful Prize to me, and much more valuable than a Ship Loading of
               Gold would have been at that time; I got it down to my Raft, even whole as it was,
               without losing time to look into it, for I knew in general what it contain'd</p>
            <p>My next Care was for some Ammunition and Arms; there were two very good <ref target="fowlingpieces_" corresp="fowlingpieces">Fowling-pieces</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="fowlingpieces" target="fowlingpieces_" type="gloss">Shotguns</note> in the great Cabbin, and two Pistols, these I secur'd first, with some <ref target="powderhorn_" corresp="powderhorn">Powder-horns</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="powderhorn" target="powderhorn_"> type="gloss"&gt;A container for gunpowder,
                  made from an ox or buffalo horn.</note>, and a small Bag of Shot, and two old
               rusty Swords; I knew there were three Barrels of Powder in the Ship, but knew not
               where our Gunner had stow'd them, but with much search I found them, two of them dry
               and good, the third had taken Water, those two I got to my Raft, with the Arms, and
               now I thought my self pretty well freighted, and began to
               think how I should get to Shore with them, having neither Sail, Oar, or Rudder, and
               the least Cap full of Wind would have overset all my Navigation.</p>
            <p>I had three Encouragements, 1. A smooth calm Sea, 2. The Tide rising and setting in
               to the Shore, 3. What little Wind there was blew me towards the Land; and thus,
               having found two or three broken Oars belong to the Boat, and besides the Tools which were in the Chest, I found two Saws,
               an Axe, and a Hammer, and with this Cargo I put to Sea: For a Mile, or thereabouts,
               my Raft went very well, only that I found it drive a little distant from the Place
               where I had landed before, by which I perceiv'd that there
               was some <ref target="indraft_" corresp="indraft">Indraft</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="indraft" target="indraft_" type="gloss">A type of current</note>
               <pb n="59"/> of the Water, and consequently I hop'd to find
               some Creek or River there, which I might make use of as a Port to get to Land with my
               Cargo.</p>
            <p>As I imagin'd, so it was, there appear'd before me a little opening of the Land, and
               I found a strong Current of the Tide set into it, so I guided my Raft as well as I could to keep in the Middle of
               the Stream: But here I had like to have suffer'd a second Shipwreck, which, if I had,
               I think verily would have broke my Heart, for knowing
               nothing of the Coast, my Raft run a-ground at one End of it upon a Shoal, and not
               being a-ground at the other End, it wanted but a little that all my Cargo had slip'd
               off towards that End that was a-float, and so fall'n into the Water: I did my utmost
               by setting my Back against the Chests, to keep them in their Places, but could not
               thrust off the Raft with all my Strength, neither durst I
               stir from the Posture I was in, but holding up the Chests with all my Might, stood in
               that Manner near half an Hour, in which time the rising of the Water brought me a
               little more upon a Level, and a little after, the Water still rising, my Raft floated
               again, and I thrust her off with the Oar I had, into the Channel, and then driving up
               higher, I at length found my self in the Mouth of a little River, with Land on both
               Sides, and a strong Current or Tide running up, I look'd on both Sides for a proper
               Place to get to Shore, for I was not willing to be driven too high up the River,
               hoping in time to see some Ship at Sea, and therefore resolv'd to place my self as
               near the Coast as I could.</p>
            <p>At length I spy'd a little Cove on the right Shore of the Creek, to which with great
               Pain and Difficulty I guided my Raft, and at last got so near, <pb n="60"/> as that, reaching Ground with my Oar, I could thrust
               her directly in, but here I had like to have dipt all my Cargo in the Sea again; for
               that Shore lying pretty steep, that is to say sloping, there was no Place to land,
               but where one End of my Float, if it run on Shore, would lie so high, and the other
               sink lower as before, that it would endanger my Cargo again:
               All that I could do, was to wait 'till the Tide was at highest, keeping the Raft with
               my Oar like an Anchor to hold the Side of it fast to the Shore, near a flat Piece of
               Ground, which I expected the Water would flow over; and so it did: As soon as I found
               Water enough, for my Raft drew about a Foot Water, I thrust her on upon that flat
               Piece of Ground, and there fasten'd or mor'd her by sticking my two broken Oars into
               the Ground; one on one Side near one End, and one on the other Side near the other
               End; and thus I lay 'till the Water ebb'd away, and left my Raft and all my Cargoe
               safe on Shore.</p>
            <p>My next Work was to view the Country, and seek a proper Place for my Habitation, and
               where to stow my Goods to secure them from whatever might happen; where I was I yet
               knew not, whether on the Continent or on an Island, whether
                  inhabited or not inhabited, whether in Danger of wild
               Beasts or not: There was a Hill not above a Mile from me, which rose up very steep
               and high, and which seem'd to over-top some other Hills which lay as in a Ridge from
               it northward; I took out one of the fowling Pieces, and one of the Pistols, and an Horn of Powder, and thus arm'd I travell'd for
               Discovery up to the Top of that Hill, where after I had with great Labour and
                  Difficulty got to the Top, I saw my Fate to my great
               Affliction, (<hi rend="italic">viz.</hi>) that I was in an Island environ'd <pb n="61"/> every Way with the Sea, no Land to be seen, except some Rocks which lay a great Way off, and two small
               Islands less than this, which lay about three Leagues to the West.</p>
            <p>I found also that the Island I was in was barren, and, as I
               saw good Reason to believe, un-inhabited, except by wild
               Beasts, of whom however I saw none, yet I saw Abundance of Fowls, but knew not their
               Kinds, neither when I kill'd them could I tell what was fit for Food, and what not;
               at my coming back, I shot at a great Bird which I saw sitting upon a Tree on the Side
               of a great Wood, I believe it was the first Gun that had been fir'd there since the
               Creation of the World; I had no sooner fir'd, but from all the Parts of the Wood
               there arose an innumerable Number of Fowls of many Sorts, making a confus'd
               Screaming, and crying every one according to his usual Note; but not one of them of
               any Kind that I knew: As for the Creature I kill'd, I took it to be a Kind of a Hawk,
               its Colour and Beak resembling it, but had no Talons or Claws more than common, its
               Flesh was Carrion, and fit for nothing.</p>
            <p>Contented with this Discovery, I came back to my Raft, and fell to Work to bring my
               Cargoe on Shore, which took me up the rest of that Day, and what to do with my self
               at Night I knew not, nor indeed where to rest; for I was afraid to lie down on the
               Ground, not knowing but some wild Beast might devour me, tho', as I afterwards found,
               there was really no Need for those Fears.</p>
            <p>However, as well as I could, I barricado'd my self round with the Chests and Boards
               that I had brought on Shore, and made a Kind of a Hut for that Night's Lodging; as
               for Food, I yet saw not which Way to supply my self, except that I had <pb n="62"/> seen two or three Creatures like Hares run out of the
               Wood where I shot the Fowl.</p>
            <p>I now began to consider, that I might yet get a great many Things out of the Ship,
               which would be useful to me, and particularly some of the Rigging, and Sails, and such other Things as might come to Land, and I resolv'd to
               make another Voyage on Board the Vessel, if possible; and as I knew that the first
               Storm that blew must necessarily break her all in Pieces, I resolv'd to set all other
               Things apart, 'till I got every Thing out of the Ship that I could get; then I call'd
               a Council, that is to say, in my Thoughts, whether I should take back the Raft, but
               this appear'd impracticable; so I resolv'd to go as before, when the Tide was down,
               and I did so, only that I stripp'd before I went from my Hut, having nothing on but a
                  Chequer'd Shirt, and a Pair of Linnen Drawers, and a Pair
               of Pumps on my Feet.</p>
            <p>I got on Board the Ship, as before, and prepar'd a second Raft, and having had
               Experience of the first, I neither made this so unwieldy, nor loaded it so hard, but
               yet I brought away several Things very useful to me; as first, in the Carpenter's
               Stores I found two or three Bags full of Nails and Spikes, a great Skrew-Jack, a
               Dozen or two of Hatchets, and above all, that most useful Thing call'd a <ref target="grindstone_" corresp="grindstone">Grindstone</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="grindstone" target="grindstone_" type="gloss">A stone on which to sharpen stone tools</note>; all these I secur'd
               together, with several Things belonging to the Gunner,
                  particularly two or three <ref target="crowbar_" corresp="crowbar">Iron Crows</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="crowbar" target="crowbar_" type="gloss">Crowbars</note>, and two Barrels
               of Musquet Bullets, seven Musquets, and another fowling Piece, with some small
               Quantity of Powder more; a large Bag full of small Shot, and
               a great Roll of Sheet Lead: But this last was so heavy, I
               could not hoise it up to get it over the Ship's Side.</p>
            <p>Besides these Things, I took all the Mens Cloths that I could find, and a spare
               Fore-top-sail, a Hammock, <pb n="63"/> and some Bedding; and with this I loaded my second
               Raft, and brought them all safe on Shore to my very great Comfort.</p>
            <p>I was under some Apprehensions during my Absence from the
               Land, that at least my Provisions might be devour'd on Shore; but when I came back, I
               found no Sign of any Visitor, only there sat a Creature like a wild Cat upon one of
               the Chests, which when I came towards it, ran away a little Distance, and then stood
               still; she sat very compos'd, and unconcern'd, and look'd
               full in my Face, as if she had a Mind to be acquainted with me, I presented my Gun at
               her, but as she did not understand it, she was perfectly
               unconcern'd at it, nor did she offer to stir away; upon which I toss'd her a Bit of
               Bisket, tho' by the Way I was not very free of it, for my Store was not great: However, I spar'd her a Bit, I say, and she went to it, smell'd
               of it, and ate it, and look'd (as pleas'd) for more, but I thank'd her, and could
               spare no more; so she march'd off.</p>
            <p>Having got my second Cargoe on Shore, tho' I was <ref target="fain_" corresp="fain">fain</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="fain" target="fain_" type="gloss">Eager</note> to open the Barrels of Powder, and bring them by
               Parcels, for they were too heavy, being large Casks, I went to work to make me a
               little Tent with the Sail and some Poles which I cut for that Purpose, and into this
               Tent I brought every Thing that I knew would spoil, either with Rain or Sun, and I
               piled all the empty Chests and Casks up in a Circle round the Tent, to fortify it
               from any sudden Attempt, either from Man or Beast.</p>
            <p>When I had done this I block'd up the Door of the Tent with some Boards within, and
               an empty Chest set up on End without, and spreading one of
               the Beds upon the Ground, laying my two Pistols just at my Head, and my Gun at Length
               by me, I went to Bed for the first Time, and slept <pb n="64"/> very quietly all Night, for I was very weary and heavy,
               for the Night before I had slept little, and had labour'd very hard all Day, as well
               to fetch all those Things from the Ship, as to get them on Shore.</p>
            <p>I had the biggest <ref target="magazine_" corresp="magazine">Maggazin</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="magazine" target="magazine_" type="gloss">Here not referring exclusively to an arsenal of weaponry, but more generally to
                  Crusoe's store of provisions.</note> of all Kinds now that ever were laid up, I
               believe, for one Man, but I was not satisfy'd still; for while the Ship sat upright
               in that Posture, I thought I ought to get every Thing out of her that I could; so
               every Day at low Water I went on Board, and brought away some Thing or other: But
               particularly the third Time I went, I brought away as much of the Rigging as I could,
               as also all the small Ropes and Rope-twine I could get, with a Piece of spare
               Canvass, which was to mend the Sails upon Occasion, the
               Barrel of wet Gun-powder: In a Word, I brought away all the Sails first and last,
               only that I was fain to cut them in Pieces, and bring as much at a Time as I could;
               for they were no more useful to be Sails, but as meer
               Canvass only.</p>
            <p>But that which comforted me more still was, that at last of all, after I had made
               five or six such Voyages as these, and thought I had nothing more to expect from the
               Ship that was worth my medling with, I say, after all this,
               I found a great <ref target="hog_" corresp="hog">Hogshead</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="hog" target="hog_" type="gloss">A large cask, or a quantity sufficient to fill a hogshead</note> of
               Bread and three large <ref target="runlet_" corresp="runlet">Runlets</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="runlet" target="runlet_" type="gloss">A
                  cask, specifically one for storing liquids</note> of Rum or Spirits, and a Box of
               Sugar, and a Barrel of fine Flower; this was surprizing to me, because I had given
               over expecting any more Provisions, except what was spoil'd by the Water: I soon
               empty'd the Hogshead of that Bread, and wrapt it up Parcel by Parcel in Pieces of the
               Sails, which I cut out; and in a Word, I got all this safe on Shore also.</p>
            
            <head> <ref target="Audio6_" corresp="Audio6">[Audio File]</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Audio6" target="Audio6_">
                                <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/defoe-crusoe/soundFiles/robinsoncrusoe_06_defoe_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Mark F. Smith</note>
                        </head>
            <p>The next Day I made another Voyage; and now having plunder'd the Ship of what was
                  portable <pb n="65"/> and fit to
               hand out, I began with the Cables; and cutting the great Cable into Pieces, such as I
               could move, I got two Cables and a <ref target="hawser_" corresp="hawser">Hawser</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="hawser" target="hawser_" type="gloss">A large rope used in warping or mooring a
                  ship</note> on Shore, with all the Iron Work I could get; and having cut down the
               Spritsail-yard, and the <ref target="missenyard_" corresp="missenyard">Missen-yard</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="missenyard" target="missenyard_" type="gloss">The cross-beams attached at right angles to the
                  masts, from which the various sails hang</note>, and every Thing I could to make a
               large Raft, I loaded it with all those heavy Goods, and came away: But my good Luck
               began now to leave me; for this Raft was so unweildy, and so overloaden, that after I
               was enter'd the little Cove, where I had landed the rest of my Goods, not being able to guide it so handily as I did the other, it
               overset, and threw me and all my Cargoe into the Water; as for my self it was no
               great Harm, for I was near the Shore; but as to my Cargoe, it was great Part of it
               lost, especially the Iron, which I expected would have been of great Use to me:
               However, when the Tide was out, I got most of the Pieces of Cable ashore, and some of
               the Iron, tho' with infinite Labour; for I was fain to dip for it into the Water, a
               Work which fatigu'd me very much: After this I went every Day on Board, and brought
               away what I could get.</p>
            <p>I had been now thirteen Days on Shore, and had been eleven Times on Board the Ship;
               in which Time I had brought away all that one Pair of Hands could well be suppos'd
               capable to bring, tho' I believe verily, had the calm
               Weather held, I should have brought away the whole Ship Piece by Piece: But preparing
               the 12th Time to go on Board, I found the Wind begin to rise; however at low Water I went on Board, and tho' I thought I had rumag'd the Cabbin so effectually, as that nothing more could
               be found, yet I discover'd a Locker with Drawers in it, in one of which I found two
               or three Razors, and one Pair of large Sizzers, with some ten or a Dozen of good
               Knives and <pb n="66"/> Forks, in another I found about
               Thirty six Pounds value in Money, some <hi rend="italic">European</hi> Coin, some <hi rend="italic">Brasil,</hi>
               some Pieces of Eight, some Gold, some Silver.</p>
            <p>I smil'd to my self at the Sight of this Money, O Drug! Said I aloud, what art thou
               good for, Thou art not worth to me, no not the taking off of the Ground, one of those
               Knives is worth all this Heap, I have no Manner of use for thee, e'en remain where
               thou art, and go to the Bottom as a Creature whose Life is not worth saving. However, upon Second Thoughts, I took it away, and wrapping all
               this in a Piece of Canvas, I began to think of making another Raft, but while I was
               preparing this, I found the Sky over-cast, and the Wind began to rise, and in a
               Quarter of an Hour it blew a fresh Gale from the Shore; it presently occur'd to me,
               that it was in vain to pretend to make a Raft with the Wind off Shore, and that it
               was my Business to be gone before the Tide of Flood began, otherwise I might not be
               able to reach the Shore at all: Accordingly I let my self down into the Water, and
               swam cross the Channel, which lay between the Ship and the Sands, and even that with
               Difficulty enough, partly with the Weight of the Things I had about me, and partly
               the Roughness of the Water, for the Wind rose very hastily, and before it was quite
               high Water, it blew a Storm.</p>
            <p>But I was gotten home to my little Tent, where I lay with all my Wealth about me very
               secure. It blew very hard all that Night, and in the Morning when I look'd out,
               behold no more Ship was to be seen; I was a little surpriz'd, but recover'd my self
               with this satisfactory Reflection, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> That I had lost no time, nor abated
               no Dilligence to get every thing out of her that could be useful to me, and that
               indeed there was little left in her that I <pb n="67"/> was
               able to bring away if I had had more time.</p>
            <p>I now gave over any more Thoughts of the Ship, or of any thing out of her, except
               what might drive on Shore from her Wreck, as indeed divers Pieces of her afterwards
               did; but those things were of small use to me.</p>
            <p>My Thoughts were now wholly employ'd about securing my self against either Savages,
               if any should appear, or wild Beasts, if any were in the Island; and I had many
               Thoughts of the Method how to do this, and what kind of Dwelling to make, whether I should make me a Cave in the Earth, or a Tent upon
               the Earth: And, in short, I resolv'd upon both, the Manner
               and Discription of which, it may not be improper to give an Account of.</p>
            <p>I sooon found the Place I was in was not for my Settlement, particularly because it
               was upon a low moorish Ground near the Sea, and I believ'd would not be wholsome, and
               more particularly because there was no fresh Water near it, so I resolv'd to find a
               more healthy and more convenient Spot of Ground.</p>
            <p>I consulted several Things in my Situation which I found would be proper for me, 1st.
               Health, and fresh Water I just now mention'd, 2dly. Shelter from the Heat of the Sun,
               3dly. Security from ravenous Creatures, whether Men or
               Beasts, 4thly. a View to the Sea, that if God sent any Ship in Sight, I might not
               lose any Advantage for my Deliverance, of which I was not
               willing to banish all my Expectation yet.</p>
            <p>In search of a Place proper for this, I found a little Plain on the Side of a rising
               Hill, whose Front towards this little Plain, was steep as a House-side, so that
               nothing could come down upon me from the Top; on the Side of this Rock <pb n="68"/> there was a hollow Place worn a little way in like the
               Entrance or Door of a Cave, but there was not really any Cave or Way into the Rock at
               all.</p>
            <p>On the Flat of the Green, just before this hollow Place, I resolv'd to pitch my Tent:
               This Plain was not above an Hundred Yards broad, and about twice as long, and lay
               like a Green before my Door, and at the End of it descended irregularly every Way
               down into the Low-grounds by the Sea-side. It was on the <hi rend="italic">N. N. W.</hi> Side of
               the Hill, so that I was shelter'd from the Heat every Day, till it came to a
                  <hi rend="italic">W.</hi> and by <hi rend="italic">S.</hi> Sun, or thereabouts, which in those Countries is
               near the Setting.</p>
            <p>Before I set up my Tent, I drew a half Circle before the hollow Place, which took in
               about Ten Yards in its <ref target="radius_" corresp="radius">Semi-diameter</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="radius" target="radius_" type="gloss">Radius</note> from the Rock, and Twenty Yards in its
               Diameter, from its Beginning and Ending.</p>
            <p>In this half Circle I pitch'd two Rows of strong Stakes, driving them into the Ground
               till they stood very firm like Piles, the biggest End being out of the Ground about
               Five Foot and a Half, and sharpen'd on the Top: The two Rows did not stand above Six
               Inches from one another.</p>
            <p>Then I took the Pieces of Cable which I had cut in the Ship, and I laid them in Rows
               one upon another, within the Circle, between these two Rows of Stakes, up to the Top,
               placing other Stakes in the In-side, leaning against them, about two Foot and a half
               high, like a Spurr to a Post, and this Fence was so strong, that neither Man or Beast
               could get into it or over it: This cost me a great deal of Time and Labour,
               especially to cut the Piles in the Woods, bring them to the Place, and drive them
               into the Earth.</p>
            <p>The Entrance into this Place I made to be not by a Door, but by a short Ladder to go
               over <pb n="69"/> the Top, which Ladder, when I was in, I
               lifted over after me, and so I was compleatly fenc'd in, and fortify'd, as I thought,
               from all the World, and consequently slept secure in the Night, which otherwise I could not have done, tho', as it appear'd afterward, there was no need of all this Caution from the
               Enemies that I apprehended Danger from.</p>
            <p>Into this Fence or Fortress, with infinite Labour, I carry'd
               all my Riches, all my Provisions, Ammunition and Stores, of which you have the
               Account above, and I made me a large Tent, which, to preserve me from the Rains that
               in one Part of the Year are very violent there, I made double, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> One
               smaller Tent within, and one larger Tent above it, and cover'd the uppermost with a
               large Tarpaulin which I had sav'd among the Sails.</p>
            <p>And now I lay no more for a while in the Bed which I had brought on Shore, but in a
                  Hammock, which was indeed a very good one, and belong'd
               to the Mate of the Ship.</p>
            <p>Into this Tent I brought all my Provisions, and every thing that would spoil by the
               Wet, and having thus enclos'd all my Goods, I made up the
               Entrance, which till now I had left open, and so pass'd and re-pass'd, as I said, by
               a short Ladder.</p>
            <p>When I had done this, I began to work my Way into the Rock, and bringing all the
               Earth and Stones that I dug down out thro' my Tent, I laid 'em up within my Fence in
               the Nature of a Terras, that so it rais'd the Ground within
               about a Foot and a Half; and thus I made me a Cave just behind my Tent, which serv'd
               me like a Cellar to my House.</p>
            <p>It cost me much Labour, and many Days, before all these
               Things were brought to Perfection, and therefore I must go back to some other Things
               which took up some of my Thoughts. At the same time it <pb n="70"/> happen'd after I had laid my Scheme for the setting up my Tent and making the Cave, that a Storm of Rain
               falling from a thick dark Cloud, a sudden Flash of Lightning happen'd, and after that
               a great Clap of Thunder, as is naturally the Effect of it; I was not so much
               surpris'd with the Lightning as I was with a Thought which
               darted into my Mind as swift as the Lightning it self: O my Powder! My very Heart
               sunk within me, when I thought, that at one Blast all my Powder might be destroy'd,
               on which, not my Defence only, but the providing me Food, as I thought, entirely
                  depended; I was nothing near so anxious about my own
               Danger, tho' had the Powder took fire, <ref target="irony_" corresp="irony">I had
                     never known who had hurt me</ref>. <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="irony" target="irony_" type="gloss">Had
                  the explosive gunpowder caught fire from the lightning, Crusoe would ironically
                  not have survived the explosion to have suffered harm at the hands of man or
                  beast.</note>
            </p>
            <p>Such Impression did this make upon me, that after the Storm was over, I laid aside
               all my Works, my Building, and Fortifying, and apply'd my self to make Bags and Boxes
               to separate the Powder, and keep it a little and a little in a Parcel, in hope, that
               whatever might come, it might not all take Fire at once, and to keep it so apart that
               it should not be possible to make one part fire another: I finish'd this Work in
               about a Fort night, and I think my Powder, which in all was about <ref target="pound_" corresp="pound">240 l.</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="pound" target="pound_"> type="gloss"&gt;240 pounds</note> weight was divided
               in not less than a Hundred Parcels; as to the Barrel that
               had been wet, I did not apprehend any Danger from that, so I plac'd it in my new
               Cave, which in my Fancy I call'd my Kitchin, and the rest I hid up and down in Holes
               among the Rocks, so that no wet might come to it, marking very carefully where I laid
               it.</p>
            <p>In the Interval of time while this was doing I went out once at least every Day with
               my Gun, as well to divert my self, as to see if I could kill any thing fit for Food,
               and as near as I could to acquaint <pb n="71"/> my self with what the Island produc'd. The first time I
               went out I presently discover'd that there were Goats in the Island, which was a
               great Satisfaction to me; but then it was attended with this Misfortune to me,
                  <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> That they were so shy, so subtile, and so swift of Foot, that it was
               the difficultest thing in the World to come at them: But I was not discourag'd at
               this, not doubting but I might now and then shoot one, as it soon happen'd, for after I had found their Haunts a little, I laid
               wait in this Manner for them: I observ'd if they saw me in the Valleys, tho' they
               were upon the Rocks, they would run away as in a terrible Fright; but if they were
               feeding in the Valleys, and I was upon the Rocks, they took no Notice of me, from
               whence I concluded, that by the Position of their Opticks, their Sight was so
               directed downward, that they did not readily see Objects
               that were above them; so afterward I took this Method, I always clim'd the Rocks
               first to get above them, and then had frequently a fair Mark. The first shot I made
               among these Creatures, I kill'd a She-Goat which had a little Kid by her which she
               gave Suck to, which griev'd me heartily; but when the Old one fell, the Kid stood
               stock still by her till I came and took her up, and not only so, but when I carry'd
               the Old one with me upon my Shoulders, the Kid follow'd me quite to my Enclosure,
               upon which I laid down the Dam, and took the Kid in my Arms, and carry'd it over my
               Pale, in hopes to have bred it up tame, but it would not eat, so I was forc'd to kill
               it and eat it my self; these two supply'd me with Flesh a great while, for I eat
               sparingly; and sav'd my Provisions (my Bread especially) as much as possibly I
               could.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="72"/>Having now fix'd my Habitation, I found it absolutely necessary to provide a Place to make a Fire in, and
               Fewel to burn; and what I did for that, as also how I enlarg'd my Cave, and what
               Conveniencies I made, I shall give a full Account of in its Place: But I must first
               give some little Account of my self, and of my Thoughts about Living, which it may
               well be suppos'd were not a few.</p>
            <p>I had a dismal Prospect of my Condition, for as I was not cast away upon that Island
               without being driven, as is said, by a violent Storm quite
               out of the Course of our intended Voyage, and a great Way, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> some
               Hundreds of Leagues out of the ordinary Course of the Trade of Mankind, I had great
               Reason to consider it as a Determination of Heaven, that in this desolate Place, and
               in this desolate Manner I should end my Life; the Tears would run plentifully down my
               Face when I made these Reflections, and sometimes I would expostulate with my self, Why Providence should thus compleatly
               ruine its Creatures, and render them so absolutely miserable, so without Help
               abandon'd, so entirely depress'd, that it could hardly be rational to be thankful for such a Life.</p>
            <p>But something always return'd swift upon me to check these Thoughts, and to reprove
               me; and particularly one Day walking with my Gun in my Hand by the Sea-side, I was
               very pensive upon the Subject of my present Condition, when Reason as it were
               expostulated with me t'other Way, thus: Well, you are in a desolate Condition 'tis
               true, but pray remember, Where are the rest of you? Did not you come Eleven of you
               into the Boat, where are the Ten? Why were not they sav'd and you lost? Why were you
               singled out? Is it better to be here or there, and then I pointed to the Sea? All <pb n="73"/> Evills are to be consider'd with the Good that
               is in them, and with what worse attends them.</p>
            <p>Then it occurr'd to me again, how well I was furnish'd for my Subsistence, and what
               would have been my Case if it had not happen'd, <hi rend="italic">Which was an Hundred Thousand to
                  one,</hi> that the Ship floated from the Place where she first struck and was
                  driven so near to the Shore that I had time to get all
               these Things out of her: What would have been my Case, if I had been to have liv'd in
               the Condition in which I at first came on Shore, without
               Necessaries of Life, or Necessaries to supply and procure them? Particularly said I
               aloud, (tho' to my self) what should I ha' done without a Gun, without Ammunition,
               without any Tools to make any thing, or to work with, without Clothes, Bedding, a
               Tent, or any manner of Covering, and that now I had all
               these to a Sufficient Quantity, and was in a fair way to provide my self in such a
               manner, as to live without my Gun when my Ammunition was
               spent; so that I had a tollerable View of subsisting without any Want as long as I
               liv'd; for I consider'd from the beginning how I would provide for the Accidents that might happen, and for the time that was to
               come, even not only after my Ammunition should be spent, but even after my Health or
               Strength should decay.</p>
            <p>I confess I had not entertain'd any Notion of my Ammunition being destroy'd at one
               Blast, I mean my Powder being blown up by Lightning, and this made the Thoughts of it
               so surprising to me when it lighten'd and thunder'd, as I observ'd just now.</p>
            <p>And now being to enter into a melancholy Relation of a Scene
               of silent Life, such perhaps as was never heard of in the World before, I shall take
               it from its Beginning, and continue it in its <pb n="74"/>
               Order. It was, by my Account, the 30th. of <hi rend="italic">Sept.</hi> when, in the Manner as
               above said, I first set Foot upon this horrid Island, when the Sun being, to us, in
               its Autumnal Equinox, was almost just over my Head, for I reckon'd my self, by
               Observation, to be in the Latitude of <ref target="parallel_" corresp="parallel">9
                  Degrees 22 Minutes North of the Line</ref>. <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="parallel" target="parallel_" type="gloss">The 9th parallel north
                  intersects both Colombia and Venezuela, from which we can estimate that Crusoe's
                  island is somewhere off the northern coast of South America.</note>
            </p>
            <p>After I had been there about Ten or Twelve Days, it came into my Thoughts, that I
               should lose my Reckoning of Time for want of Books and Pen and Ink, and should even
               forget the Sabbath Days from the working Days; but to
               prevent this I cut it with my Knife upon a large Post, in Captital Letters, and
               making it into a great Cross I set it up on the Shore where I first landed, viz.
                  <hi rend="italic">I came on Shore here on the</hi> 30<hi rend="italic">th of</hi> Sept. 1659. Upon the Sides
               of this square Post I cut every Day a Notch with my Knife, and every seventh Notch
               was as long again as the rest, and every first Day of the Month as long again as that
               long one, and thus I kept my Kalander, or weekly, monthly,
               and yearly reckoning of Time.</p>
            <p>In the next place we are to observe, that among the many things which I brought out
               of the Ship in the several Voyages, which, as above mention'd, I made to it, I got
               several things of less Value, but not all less useful to me, which I omitted setting down before; as in particular, Pens, Ink, and Paper,
               several Parcels in the Captain's, Mate's, Gunner's, and Carpenter's keeping, three or
               four Compasses, some Mathematical Instruments, Dials, Perspectives, Charts, and Books
               of Navigation, all which I huddel'd together, whether I might want them or no; also I
               found three very good Bibles which came to me in my Cargo from <hi rend="italic">England,</hi> and which I had pack'd up among my things;
               some <hi rend="italic">Portugueze</hi> Books also, and among them two <pb n="75"/> or three <ref target="popish_" corresp="popish">Popish</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="popish" target="popish_" type="gloss">Roman Catholic</note> Prayer-Books, and several
               other Books, all which I carefully secur'd. And I must not forget, that we had in the
               Ship a Dog and two Cats, of whose eminent History I may have occasion to say
               something in its place; for I carry'd both the Cats with me, and as for the Dog, he
               jump'd out of the Ship of himself and swam on Shore to me the Day after I went on
               Shore with my first Cargo, and was a trusty Servant to me
               many Years; I wanted nothing that he could fetch me, nor any Company that he could
               make up to me, I only wanted to have him talk to me, but that would not do. As I
               observ'd before, I found Pen, Ink and Paper, and I <ref target="husband_" corresp="husband">husbanded</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="husband" target="husband_" type="gloss">Economized or eked out, so they
                  would last</note> them to the utmost, and I shall shew, that while my Ink lasted,
               I kept things very exact, but after that was gone I could not, for I could not make
               any Ink by any Means that I could devise.</p>
            <p>And this put me in mind that I wanted many things, notwithstanding all that I had
               amass'd together, and of these, this of Ink was one, as also
               Spade, Pick-Axe, and Shovel to dig or remove the Earth, Needles, Pins, and Thread; as
               for Linnen, I soon learn'd to want that without much Difficulty.</p>
            <p>This want of Tools made every Work I did go on heavily, and it was near a whole Year
               before I had entirely finish'd my little Pale or surrounded Habitation: The Piles or
               Stakes, which were as heavy as I could well lift, were a long time in cutting and preparing in the Woods, and more by far in bringing
               home, so that I spent some times two Days in cuttting and bringing home one of those
               Posts, and a third Day in driving it into the Ground; for which Purpose I got a heavy
               Piece of Wood at first, but at last bethought my self of one of the Iron Crows, which
               however tho' I found it, yet <pb n="76"/> it made driving
               those Posts or Piles very laborious and tedious Work.</p>
            <p>But what need I ha' been concern'd at the Tediousness of any
               thing I had to do, seeing I had time enough to do it in, nor had I any other Employment if that had been over, at least, that I could
               foresee, except the ranging the Island to seek for Food, which I did more or less
               every Day.</p>
            <p>I now began to consider seriously my Condition, and the Circumstance I was reduc'd
               to, and I drew up the State of my Affairs in Writing, not so much to leave them to
               any that were to come after me, for I was like to have but few Heirs, as to deliver my Thoughts from daily poring upon them, and
               afflicting my Mind; and as my Reason began now to master my Despondency, I began to
                  comfort my self as well as I could, and to set the good
               against the Evil, that I might have something to distinguish my Case from worse, and
               I stated it very impartially, like Debtor and Creditor, the Comforts I enjoy'd,
               against the Miseries I suffer'd, Thus, </p>
            
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                                        <cell role="label">Evil.</cell>
                                        <cell role="label">Good.</cell>
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                          <row> <cell>I am cast upon a horrible desolate Island,
                              void of all hope of Recovery.</cell>
                           <cell>But I am alive, and not drown'd as all my Ship's Company was.</cell>
                              </row>
                          <row>
                                        <cell>I am singl'd out and separated, as it were,
                             from all the World to be miserable.</cell>
                              <cell>But I am singl'd out too from all the Ship's Crew to be spar'd from
                                 Death; and he that miraculously sav'd me from Death, can deliver me from this Condition.</cell>
                                    </row>
                           <row>
                                        <cell>I am divided from Mankind, a Solitaire, one
                                 banish'd from humane Society.</cell>
                               <cell>But I am not starv'd and perishing on a barren Place, affording no
                              Sustenance.</cell>
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                                        <cell>I have not Clothes to cover me.</cell>
               <cell>But I am in a hot Climate, where if I had Clothes I could hardly
                  wear them.</cell>
                                    </row>
                           <row>
                                        <cell>I am without any Defence or Means to resist
                              any Violence of Man or Beast.</cell> <cell>But I am cast on an Island, where I see no
                                 wild Beasts to hurt me, as I saw on the Coast of <hi rend="italic">Africa</hi>: And
                                 what if I had been Shipwreck'd there?</cell>
                                    </row>
                          <row> <cell>I have no Soul to speak to, or relieve me.</cell>                 
                     <cell>But God wonderfully sent the Ship in near enough to the Shore, that I
                              have gotten out so many necessary things as
                              will either supply my Wants, or enable me to supply my self even as
                              long as I live.</cell>
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            <p>Upon the whole, here was an undoubted Testimony, that there
               was scarce any Condition in the World so miserable, but there was something
                     <hi rend="italic">Negative</hi> or something <hi rend="italic">Positiv</hi> to be
               thankful for in it; and let this stand as a Direction from the Experience of the most miserable of all Conditions in this World,
               that we may always find in it something to comfort our selves from, and to set in the
                  Description of Good and Evil, on the Credit Side of the
               Accompt.</p>
            <p>Having now brought my Mind a little to relish my Condition, and given over looking
               out to Sea to see if I could spy a Ship, I say, giving over these things, I began to
               apply my self to accommodate my way of Living, and to make
               things as easy to me as I could.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="78"/>I have already describ'd my Habitation, which
               was a Tent under the Side of a Rock, surrounded with a strong Pale of Posts and
               Cables, but I might now rather call it a Wall, for I rais'd a kind of Wall up against
               it of Turfs, about two Foot thick on the Out-side, and after some time, I think it
               was a Year and Half, I rais'd Rafters from it leaning to the
               Rock, and thatch'd or cover'd it with Bows of Trees, and such things as I could get
               to keep out the Rain, which I found at some times of the Year very violent.</p>
            <p>I have already observ'd how I brought all my Goods into this Pale, and into the Cave
               which I had made behind me: But I must observe too, that at first this was a confus'd
               Heap of Goods, which as they lay in no Order, so they took up all my Place, I had no
               room to turn my self; so I set my self to enlarge my Cave and Works farther into the Earth, for it was a loose sandy Rock,
               which yielded easily to the Labour I bestow'd on it; and so when I found I was pretty
               safe as to Beasts of Prey, I work'd side-ways to the Right Hand into the Rock, and
               then turning to the Right again, work'd quite out and made me a Door to come out, on
               the Out-side of my Pale or Fortification.</p>
            <p>This gave me not only Egress and Regress, as it were a back Way to my Tent and to my
               Store-house, but gave me room to stow my Goods.</p>
            <p>And now I began to apply my self to make such necessary things as I found I most
               wanted, as particularly a Chair and a Table, for without
               these I was not able to enjoy the few Comforts I had in the World, I could not write,
               or eat, or do several things with so much Pleasure without a Table.</p>
            <p>So I went to work; and here I must needs observe, that as
               Reason is the Substance and Original <pb n="79"/> of the Mathematicks, so by stating and squaring every thing by Reason, and by making the most rational
               Judgment of things, every Man may be in time Master of every mechanick Art. I had
               never handled a Tool in my Life, and yet in time by Labour, Application, and
               Contrivance, I found at last that I wanted nothing but I could have made it,
               especially if I had had Tools; however I made abundance of things, even without
               Tools, and some with no more Tools than an <ref target="adze_" corresp="adze">Adze</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="adze" target="adze_" type="gloss">A tool like a pickax, with a blade at right angles to the
                  handle.</note> and a Hatchet, which perhaps were never made that way before, and
               that with infinite Labour: For Example, If I wanted a Board, I had no other Way but
               to cut down a Tree, set it on an Edge before me, and hew it flat on either Side with
               my Axe, till I had brought it to be thin as a Plank, and then dubb it smooth with my
               Adze. It is true, by this Method I could make but one Board out of a whole Tree, but
               this I had no Remedy for but Patience, any more than I had for the prodigious deal of
               Time and Labour which it took me up to make a Plank or Board: But my Time or Labour
               was little worth, and so it was as well employ'd one way as another.</p>
            <p>However, I made me a Table and a Chair, as I observ'd above, in the first Place, and
               this I did out of the short Pieces of Boards that I brought on my Raft from the Ship:
               But when I had wrought out some Boards, as above, I made large Shelves of the Breadth
               of a Foot and Half one over another, all along one Side of my Cave, to lay all my
               Tools, Nails, and Iron-work, and in a Word, to separate every thing at large in their
               Places, that I might come easily at them; I knock'd Pieces into the Wall of the Rock
               to hang my Guns and all things that would hang up.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="80"/>So that had my Cave been to be seen, it look'd
               like a general <ref target="magazine2_" corresp="magazine2">Magazine</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="magazine2" target="magazine2_" type="gloss">Storehouse</note> of all Necessary things, and I had every thing so
               ready at my Hand, that it was a grear Pleasure to me to see all my Goods in such
               Order, and especially to find my Stock of all Necessaries so great.</p>
            <p>And now it was when I began to keep a Journal of every Days
               Employment, for indeed at first I was in too much Hurry, and not only Hurry as to
               Labour, but in too much Discomposure of Mind, and my Journal would ha' been full of
               many dull things: For Example, I must have said thus. <hi rend="italic">Sept.</hi> the 30th. After
               I got to Shore and had escap'd drowning, instead of being thankful to God for my
               Deliverance, having first vomited with the great Quantity of salt Water which was
               gotten into my Stomach, and recovering my self a little, I ran about the Shore,
               wringing my Hands and beating my Head and Face, exclaiming
               at my Misery, and crying out, I was undone, undone, till tyr'd and faint I was forc'd
               to lye down on the Ground to repose, but durst not sleep for fear of being devour'd.</p>
            <p>Some Days after this, and after I had been on board the Ship, and got all that I
               could out of her, yet I could not forbear getting up to the Top of a little Mountain
               and looking out to Sea in hopes of seeing a Ship, then fancy at a vast Distance I spy'd a Sail, please my self with the Hopes of it,
               and then after looking steadily till I was almost blind,
               lose it quite, and sit down and weep like a Child, and thus encrease my Misery by my
               Folly.</p>
            <p>But having gotten over these things in some Measure, and
               having settled my houshold Stuff and Habitation, made me a
               Table and a Chair, and all as handsome about me as I could, I began to keep <pb n="81"/> my Journal, of which I shall here give you the
               Copy (tho' in it will be told all these Particulars over again) as long as it lasted,
               for having no more Ink I was forc'd to leave it off.</p>
            <p>The <hi rend="italic">JOURNAL.</hi>
            </p>
           
               <head> <ref target="Audio7_" corresp="Audio7">[Audio File]</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Audio7" target="Audio7_">
                                <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/defoe-crusoe/soundFiles/robinsoncrusoe_07_defoe_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Mark F. Smith</note>
                        </head>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">September</hi> 30, 1659. I poor miserable <hi rend="italic">Robinson Crusoe,</hi> being
               shipwreck'd, during a dreadful Storm, in the offing, came on Shore on this dismal
               unfortunate Island, which I call'd <hi rend="italic">the Island of Despair,</hi> all the rest of the Ship's Company being drown'd, and my self almost
               dead.</p>
            <p>All the rest of that Day I spent in afflicting my self at the dismal Circumstances I
               was brought to, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> I had neither Food, House, Clothes, Weapon, or Place to
               fly to, and in Despair of any Relief, saw nothing but Death before me, either that I
               should be devour'd by wild Beasts, murther'd by Savages, or starv'd to Death for Want
               of Food. At the Approach of Night, I slept in a Tree for fear of wild Creatures, but
               slept soundly tho' it rain'd all Night.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">October</hi> 1. In the Morning I saw to my great Surprise the Ship had floated with the high Tide, and was driven on Shore again much
               nearer the Island, which as it was some Comfort on one hand, for seeing her sit
               upright, and not broken to Pieces, I hop'd, if the Wind
               abated, I might get on board, and get some Food and Necessaries out of her for my
               Relief; so on the other hand, it renew'd my Grief at the Loss of my Comrades, who I
                  imagin'd if we had all staid on board might have sav'd
               the Ship, or at least that they would not have been all drown'd as they were; and
               that had the Men been sav'd, we might perhaps have built us a Boat out of the Ruins
               of the Ship, to have carried <pb n="82"/> us to some other Part of the World. I spent great Part
               of this Day in perplexing my self on these things; but at length seeing the Ship
               almost dry, I went upon the Sand as near as I could, and then swam on board; this Day
               also it continu'd raining, tho' with no Wind at all.</p>
            <p>From the 1st of <hi rend="italic">October,</hi> to the 24th. All these Days entirely spent in many
               several Voyages to get all I could out of the Ship, which I brought on Shore, every
               Tide of Flood, upon Rafts. Much Rain also in these Days, tho' with some Intervals of
               fair Weather: But, it seems, this was the rainy Season.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Oct.</hi> 20. I <ref target="overset_" corresp="overset">overset</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="overset" target="overset_" type="gloss">Overturned</note> my Raft, and all the Goods I had got upon it, but being in <ref target="shoal_" corresp="shoal">shoal</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="shoal" target="shoal_" type="gloss">Shallow</note> Water, and the things
               being chiefly heavy, I recover'd many of them when the Tide was out.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Oct.</hi> 25. It rain'd all Night and all Day, with some Gusts of Wind, during
               which time the Ship broke in Pieces, the Wind blowing a little harder than before,
               and was no more to be seen, except the Wreck of her, and that only at low Water. I
               spent this Day in covering and securing the Goods which I had sav'd, that the Rain
               might not spoil them.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Oct.</hi> 26. I walk'd about the Shore almost all Day to find out a place to fix
               my Habitation, greatly concern'd to secure my self from an Attack in the Night,
               either from wild Beasts or Men. Towards Night I fix'd upon a proper Place under a
               Rock, and mark'd out a Semi-Circle for my Encampment, which
               I resolv'd to strengthen with a Work, Wall, or Fortification made of double Piles,
               lin'd within with Cables, and without with Turf.</p>
            <p>From the 26th. to the 30th. I work'd very hard in carrying all my Goods to my new
               Habitation, <pb n="83"/> tho' some Part of the time it
               rain'd exceeding hard</p>
            <p>The 31st. in the Morning I went out into the Island with my Gun to see for some Food,
               and discover the Country, when I kill'd a She-Goat, and her
               Kid follow'd me home, which I afterwards kill'd also because it would not feed.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">November</hi> 1. I set up my Tent under a Rock, and lay there for the first
               Night, making it as large as I could with Stakes driven in to swing my Hammock upon.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Nov.</hi> 2. I set up all my Chests and Boards, and the Pieces of Timber which
               made my Rafts, and with them form'd a Fence round me, a little within the Place I had mark'd out for my Fortification.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Nov.</hi> 3. I went out with my Gun and kill'd two Fowls like Ducks, which were
               very good Food. In the Afternoon went to work to make me a Table.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Nov.</hi> 4. This Morning I began to order my times of Work, of going out with my
               Gun, time of Sleep, and time of Diversion, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> Every Morning I walk'd out
               with my Gun for two or three Hours if it did not rain, then employ'd my self to work
               till about Eleven a-Clock, then eat what I had to live on, and from Twelve to Two I
               lay down to sleep, the Weather being excessive hot, and then in the Evening to work
               again: The working Part of this Day and of the next were wholly employ'd in making my
               Table, for I was yet but a very sorry Workman, tho' Time and Necessity made me a
               compleat natural Mechanick soon after, as I believe it would do any one else.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Nov.</hi> 5. This Day went abroad with my Gun and my Dog, and kill'd a wild Cat,
               her Skin pretty soft, but her Flesh good for nothing: Every <pb n="84"/> Creature I kill'd I took off the Skins and preserv'd
               them: Coming back by the Sea Shore, I saw many Sorts of Sea Fowls which I did not
               understand, but was surpris'd and almost frighted with two or three Seals, which,
               while I was gazing at, not well knowing what they were, got into the Sea and escap'd
               me for that time.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Nov.</hi> 6. After my Morning Walk I went to work with my Table again, and
               finish'd it, tho' not to my liking; nor was it long before I learn'd to mend it.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Nov.</hi> 7. Now it began to be settled fair Weather. The 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th,
               and Part of the 12th. (for the 11th. was Sunday) I took wholly up to make me a Chair,
               and with much ado brought it to a tolerable Shape, but never to please me, and even
               in the making I pull'd it in Pieces several times.
                  <hi rend="italic">Note,</hi> I soon neglected my keeping Sundays, for omitting my Mark for them
               on my Post, I forgot which was which.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Nov.</hi> 13. This Day it rain'd, which refresh'd me exceedingly, and cool'd the
               Earth, but it was accompany'd with terrible Thunder and
               Lightning, which frighted me dreadfully for fear of my Powder; as soon as it was over, I resolv'd to separate my Stock of Powder into as many
               little Parcels as possible, that it might not be in Danger.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Nov.</hi> 14, 15, 16. These three Days I spent in making little square Chests or
               Boxes, which might hold about a Pound or two Pound, at most, of Powder, and so
               putting the Powder in, I stow'd it in Places as secure and remote from one another as
               possible. On one of these three Days I kill'd a large Bird that was good to eat, but
               I know not what to call it.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Nov.</hi> 17. This Day I began to dig behind my Tent into the Rock to make room
               for my farther <pb n="85"/> Conveniency: <hi rend="italic">Note,</hi> Two
               Things I wanted exceedingly for this Work, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> A
               Pick-axe, a Shovel, and a Wheel-barrow or Basket, so I desisted from my Work, and
               began to consider how to supply that Want and make me some Tools; as for a Pick-axe,
               I made use of the Iron Crows, which were proper enough, tho' heavy; but the next
               thing was a Shovel or Spade, this was so absolutely
               necessary, that indeed I could do nothing effectually without it, but what kind of
               one to make I knew not.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Nov.</hi> 18. The next Day in searching the Woods I found a Tree of that Wood, or
               like it, which, in the <hi rend="italic">Brasils</hi> they call the <ref target="ironwood_" corresp="ironwood">Iron Tree,</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="ironwood" target="ironwood_" type="gloss">The Brazil Ironwood, sometimes
                  called the Leopard Tree, has yellow flowers and extremely hard, spotted
                  wood.</note> for its exceeding Hardness, of this, with
               great Labour and almost spoiling my Axe, I cut a Piece, and brought it home too with
               Difficulty enough, for it was exceeding heavy.</p>
            <p>The excessive Hardness of the Wood, and having no other Way, made me a long while
               upon this Machine, for I work'd it effectually by little and little into the Form of
               a Shovel or Spade, the Handle exactly shap'd like ours in <hi rend="italic">England,</hi> only that
               the broad Part having no Iron shod upon it at Bottom, it
               would not last me so long, however it serv'd well enough for the uses which I had occasion
               to put it to; but never was a Shovel, I believe, made after that Fashion, or so long
               a making.</p>
            <p>I was still deficient, for I wanted a Basket or a Wheel-barrow, a Basket I could not
               make by any Means, having no such things as Twigs that would bend to make Wicker
               Ware, at least none yet found out; and as to a Wheel-barrow, I fancy'd I could make
               all but the Wheel, but that I had no Notion of, neither did I know how to go about
               it; besides I had no possible Way to make the Iron <ref target="gudgeon_" corresp="gudgeon">Gudgeons</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="gudgeon" target="gudgeon_" type="gloss">The cylindrical shaft running
                  through the center of a wheel, upon which it pivots.</note>
               <pb n="86"/> for the Spindle or Axis of the Wheel to run in,
               so I gave it over, and so for carrying away the Earth which I dug out of the Cave, I
               made me a Thing like a <ref target="hodd_" corresp="hodd">Hodd</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="hodd" target="hodd_" type="gloss">An open
                  receptacle for carrying mortar, bricks, stones, or coal.</note>, which the
               Labourers carry Morter in, when they serve the Bricklayers.</p>
            <p>This was not so difficult to me as the making the Shovel; and yet this, and the
               Shovel, and the Attempt which I made in vain, to make a Wheel-Barrow, took me up no
               less than four Days, I mean always, excepting my Morning Walk with my Gun, which I
               seldom fail'd, and very seldom fail'd also bringing Home something fit to eat.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Nov.</hi> 23. My other Work having now stood still, because of my making these
               Tools; when they were finish'd, I went on, and working every Day, as my Strength and
               Time allow'd, I spent eighteen Days entirely in widening and
               deepening my Cave, that it might hold my Goods commodiously.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Note,</hi> During all this Time, I work'd to make this Room or Cave spacious
               enough to accommodate me as a Warehouse or Magazin, a
               Kitchen, a Dining-room, and a Cellar; as for my Lodging, I kept to the Tent, except
               that some Times in the wet Season of the Year, it rain'd so hard, that I could not
               keep my self dry, which caused me afterwards to cover all my
               Place within my Pale with long Poles in the Form of Rafters leaning against the Rock,
               and load them with Flaggs and large Leaves of Trees like a Thatch.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">December</hi> 10th, I began now to think my Cave or Vault finished, when on a
               Sudden, (it seems I had made it too large) a great Quantity of Earth fell down from
               the Top and one Side, so much, that in short it frighted me, and not without Reason too; for if I had been under it I had never wanted a
               Grave-Digger: Upon this Disaster I had <pb n="87"/> a great
               deal of Work to do over again; for I had the loose Earth to carry out; and which was
               of more Importance, I had the Seiling to prop up, so that I might be sure no more
               would come down.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Dec.</hi> 11. This Day I went to Work with it accordingly, and got two Shores or Posts pitch'd upright to the Top, with two Pieces of
               Boards a-cross over each Post, this I finish'd the next Day; and setting more Posts
               up with Boards, in about a Week more I had the Roof secur'd; and the Posts standing
               in Rows, serv'd me for Partitions to part of my House.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Dec.</hi> 17. From this Day to the Twentieth I plac'd Shelves, and knock'd up
               Nails on the Posts to hang every Thing up that could be hung up, and now I began to
               be in some Order within Doors.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Dec.</hi> 20. Now I carry'd every Thing into the Cave, and began to furnish my
               House, and set up some Pieces of Boards, like a Dresser, to order my Victuals upon,
               but Boards began to be very scarce with me; also I made me another Table.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Dec.</hi> 24. Much Rain all Night and all Day, no stirring out.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Dec.</hi> 25. Rain all Day.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Dec.</hi> 26. No Rain, and the Earth much cooler than before, and pleasanter.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Dec.</hi> 27. Kill'd a young Goat, and lam'd another so
               as that I catch'd it, and led it Home in a String; when I had it Home, I bound and
                  splinter'd up its Leg which was broke, <hi rend="italic">N. B.</hi> I
               took such Care of it, that it liv'd, and the Leg grew well, and as strong as ever;
               but by my nursing it so long it grew tame, and fed upon the
                  little Green at my Door, and would not go away: This was
               the first Time that I entertain'd a Thought of breeding up some tame Creatures, <pb n="88"/> that I might have Food when my Powder and Shot
               was all spent.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Dec.</hi> 28, 29, 30. Great Heats and no Breeze; so that there was no Stirring
               abroad, except in the Evening for Food; this Time I spent in putting all my Things in
               Order within Doors.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">January</hi> 1. Very hot still, but I went abroad early
               and late with my Gun, and lay still in the Middle of the Day; this Evening going
               farther into the Valleys which lay towards the Center of the Island, I found there
               was plenty of Goats, tho' exceeding shy and hard to come at, however I resolv'd to
               try if I could not bring my Dog to hunt them down.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Jan.</hi> 2. Accordingly, the next Day, I went out with my Dog, and set him upon
               the Goats; but I was mistaken, for they all fac'd about upon the Dog, and he knew his
               Danger too well, for he would not come near them.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Jan.</hi> 3. I began my Fence or Wall; which being still
                  <ref target="jealous_" corresp="jealous">jealous</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="jealous" target="jealous_" type="gloss">Fearful, apprehensive, or wary.</note> of my being attack'd by some Body, I resolv'd to make very thick and strong.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">N. B.</hi> This Wall being describ'd before, I purposely omit what was said in
               the Journal; it is sufficient to observe, that I was no less
               Time than from the <hi rend="italic">3</hi>d of <hi rend="italic">January</hi> to the <hi rend="italic">14</hi>th of
                  <hi rend="italic">April,</hi> working, finishing, and perfecting this Wall, tho' it was no more
               than about <hi rend="italic">24</hi> Yards in Length, being a half Circle from one Place in the
               Rock to another Place about eight Yards from it, the Door of the Cave being in the
               Center behind it.</p>
            <p>All this Time I work'd very hard, the Rains hindering me many Days, nay sometimes
               Weeks together; but I thought I should never be perfectly
               secure 'till this Wall was finish'd; and it is <pb n="89"/>
               scarce credible what inexpressible Labour every Thing was done with, especially the
               bringing Piles out of the Woods, and driving them into the Ground, for I made them
               much bigger than I need to have done.</p>
            <p>When this Wall was finished, and the Out-side double fenc'd with a Turff-Wall rais'd
               up close to it, I perswaded my self, that if any People were to come on Shore there,
               they would not perceive any Thing like a Habitation; and it was very well I did so,
               as may be observ'd hereafter upon a very remarkable Occasion.</p>
            <p>During this Time, I made my Rounds in the Woods for Game every Day when the Rain
                  admitted me, and made frequent Discoveries in these Walks
               of something or other to my Advantage; particularly I found a Kind of wild Pidgeons,
               who built not as Wood Pidgeons in a Tree, but rather as House Pidgeons, in the Holes
               of the Rocks; and taking some young ones, I endeavoured to bread them up tame, and
               did so; but when they grew older they flew all away, which perhaps was at first for
               Want of feeding them, for I had nothing to give them;
               however I frequently found their Nests, and got their young ones, which were very
               good Meat.</p>
            <p>And now, in the managing my houshold Affairs, I found my self wanting in many Things,
               which I thought at first it was impossible for me to make, as indeed as to some of
               them it was; <hi rend="italic">for Instance,</hi> I could never make a Cask to be <ref target="hoop_" corresp="hoop">hooped</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="hoop" target="hoop_" type="gloss">A typical wooden barrel, consisting of
                  vertical wooden staves bound with lateral metal hoops.</note>, I had a small <ref target="runlet2_" corresp="runlet2">Runlet</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="runlet2" target="runlet2_" type="gloss">A
                  roundlet, or, in wine-measure, a barrel holding about 48 gallons.</note> or two,
                  <hi rend="italic">as I observed before,</hi> but I cou'd never arrive to the Capacity of making
               one by them, tho' I spent many Weeks about it; I could neither put in the Heads, or
               joint the <ref target="staves_" corresp="staves">Staves</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="staves" target="staves_" type="gloss">Wooden planks from which barrels are made.</note> so true to one another, as to
               make them hold Water, so I gave that also over.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="90"/>In the next Place, I was at a great Loss for
               Candle; so that as soon as ever it was dark, which was generally by Seven-a-Clock, I
               was oblig'd to go to Bed: I remembred the Lump of Bees-wax with which I made Candles
               in my <hi rend="italic">African</hi> Adventure, but I had none of that
               now; the only Remedy I had was, that when I had kill'd a
               Goat, I sav'd the Tallow, and with a little Dish made of Clay, which I bak'd in the
               Sun, to which I added a Wick of some Oakum, I made me a Lamp; and this gave me Light,
               tho' not a clear steady Light like a Candle; in the Middle of all my Labours it
               happen'd, that rumaging my Things, I found a little Bag, which, as I hinted before,
               had been fill'd with Corn for the feeding of Poultry, not for this Voyage, but
               before, as I suppose, when the Ship came from <hi rend="italic">Lisbon,</hi> what little Remainder
               of Corn had been in the Bag, was all devour'd with the Rats, and I saw nothing in the
               Bag but Husks and Dust; and being willing to have the Bag for some other Use, I think
               it was to put Powder in, when I divided it for Fear of the Lightning, or some such
               Use, I shook the Husks of Corn out of it on one Side of my Fortification under the
               Rock.</p>
            <p>It was a little before the great Rains, just now mention'd, that I threw this Stuff
               away, taking no Notice of any Thing, and not so much as remembring that I had thrown any Thing there; when about a Month after, or thereabout, I
               saw some few Stalks of something green, shooting out of the Ground, which I fancy'd
               might be some Plant I had not seen, but I was surpriz'd and perfectly astonish'd, when, after a little longer Time, I saw about ten or twelve Ears come out, which were perfect green
               Barley of the same Kind as our <hi rend="italic">European,</hi> nay, as
               our <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Barley.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="91"/>It is impossible to express the Astonishment and
               Confusion of my Thoughts on this Occasion; I had hitherto acted upon no religious
               Foundation at all, indeed I had very few Notions of Religion in my Head, or had
               entertain'd any Sense of any Thing that had befallen me, otherwise than as a Chance,
               or, as we lightly say, what pleases God; without so much as enquiring into the End of
               Providence in these Things, or his Order in governing Events
               in the World: But after I saw Barley grow there, in a
               Climate which I know was not proper for Corn, and especially that I knew not how it
               came there, it startl'd me strangely, and I began to suggest, that God had
               miraculously caus'd this Grain to grow without any Help of Seed sown, and that it was
               so directed purely for my Sustenance, on that wild miserable Place.</p>
            <p>This touch'd my Heart a little, and brought Tears out of my Eyes, and I began to
               bless my self, that such a Prodigy of Nature should happen
               upon my Account; and this was the more strange to me, because I saw near it still all
               along by the Side of the Rock, some other straggling Stalks, which prov'd to be
               Stalks of Ryce, and which I knew, because I had seen it grow in <hi rend="italic">Africa</hi> when
               I was ashore there.</p>
            <p>I not only thought these the pure Productions of Providence for my Support, but not
               doubting, but that there was more in the Place, I went all over that Part of the
               Island, where I had been before, peering in every Corner, and under every Rock, to
               see for more of it, but I could not find any; at last it occur'd to my Thoughts, that
               I had shook a Bag of <ref target="chicken_" corresp="chicken">Chickens
                  Meat</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="chicken" target="chicken_" type="gloss">Chicken's food; in this case, barley (referred to here sometimes as
                  corn), which Crusoe realizes must have germinated and sprouted.</note> out in that
               Place, and then the Wonder began to cease; and I must confess, my religious
               Thankfulness to God's Providence began to abate too upon the
                  Discovering that all this was nothing but what was <pb n="92"/> common; tho' I ought to have been as thankful
               for so strange and unforseen Providence, as if it had been miraculous; for it was
               really the Work of Providence as to me, that should order or appoint, that 10 or 12
               Grains of Corn should remuin unspoil'd, (when the Rats had
               destroy'd all the rest,) as if it had been dropt from Heaven; as also, that I should
               throw it out in that particular Place, where it being in the Shade of a high Rock, it
               sprang up immediately; whereas, if I had thrown it anywhere else, at that Time, it
               had been burnt up and destroy'd.</p>
            <p>I carefully sav'd the Ears of this Corn you may be sure in their Season, which was
               about the End of <hi rend="italic">June</hi>; and laying up every Corn, I resolv'd to sow them all
               again, hoping in Time to have some Quantity sufficient to supply me with Bread; But
               it was not till the 4th Year that I could allow my self the least Grain of this Corn
               to eat, and even then but sparingly, as I shall say afterwards in its Order; for I lost all that I sow'd the first Season, by not
               observing the proper Time; for I sow'd it just before the dry Season, so that it
               never came up at all, at least, not as it would ha' done: <ref target="place_" corresp="place">Of which in its Place.</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="place" target="place_" type="gloss">Crusoe will describe this predicament
                  at greater length farther along in the narrative (i.e. "More about this
                  later.")</note>
            </p>
            <p>Besides this Barley, there was, as above, 20 or 30 Stalks of Ryce, which I preserv'd
               with the same Care, and whose Use was of the same Kind or to the same Purpose,
                  (<hi rend="italic">viz.</hi>) to make me Bread, or rather Food; for I found Ways to cook it up
                  without baking, tho' I did that also after some Time. But
               to return to my Journal,</p>
            <p>I work'd excessive hard these three or four Months to get my Wall done; and the 14th
               of <hi rend="italic">April</hi> I closed it up, contriving to go into it, not by a Door, but over
               the Wall by a Ladder, that <pb n="93"/> there might be no
               Sign in the Out-side of my Habitation.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">April</hi> 16. I finish'd the Ladder, so I went up with the Ladder to the Top,
               and then pull'd it up after me, and let it down in the In-side: This was a compleat
               Enclosure to me; for within I had Room enough, and nothing could come at me from
               without, unless it could first mount my Wall.</p>
            <p>The very next Day after this Wall was finish'd, I had almost had all my Labour
               overthrown at once, and my self kill'd, the Case was thus, As I was busy in the
               Inside of it, behind my Tent, just in the Entrance into my Cave, I was terribly
               frighted with a most dreadful surprising Thing indeed; for
               all on a sudden I found the Earth come crumbling down from the Roof of my Cave, and
               from the Edge of the Hill over my Head, and two of the Posts I had set up in the Cave
               crack'd in a frightful Manner; I was heartily scar'd, but thought nothing of what was
               really the Cause, only thinking that the Top of my Cave was falling in, as some of it
               had done before; and for Fear I shou'd be bury'd in it, I run foreward to my Ladder,
               and not thinking my self safe there neither, I got over my Wall for Fear of the
               Pieces of the Hill which I expected might roll down upon me: I was no sooner stepp'd down upon the firm Ground, but I plainly saw it was a terrible Earthquake, for the Ground I stood
               on shook three Times at about eight Minutes Distance, with
               three such Shocks, as would have overturn'd the strongest Building that could be
               suppos'd to have stood on the Earth, and a great Piece of the Top of a Rock, which
               stood about half a Mile from me next the Sea, fell down with
               such a terrible Noise, as I never heard in all my Life, I perceiv'd also, the very
               Sea was put into violent Motion by it; and I believe the <pb n="94"/> Shocks were <ref target="shocks_" corresp="shocks">stronger under the Water than on the Island</ref>. <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="shocks" target="shocks_" type="gloss">An
                  astonishingly accurate observation, given that Defoe had probably never
                  experienced an earthquake himself, and that plate tectonic theory was only
                  introduced in the 20th century.</note>
            </p>
            <p>I was so amaz'd with the Thing it self, having never felt the like, or discours'd
               with any one that had, that I was like one dead or stupify'd; and the Motion of the
               Earth made my Stomach sick like one that was toss'd at Sea; but the Noise of the
               falling of the Rock awak'd me as it were, and rousing me from the stupify'd Condition
               I was in, fill'd me with Horror, and I thought of nothing then but the Hill falling
               upon my Tent and all my houshold Goods, and burying all at once; and this sunk my
               very Soul within me a second Time.</p>
            <p>After the third Shock was over, and I felt no more for some Time, I began to take
               Courage, and yet I had not Heart enough to go over my Wall again, for Fear of being
               buried alive, but sat still upon the Ground, greatly cast down and disconsolate, not knowing what to do: All this while I had not
               the least serious religious Thought, nothing but the common, <hi rend="italic">Lord ha' Mercy upon
                  me</hi>; and when it was over, that went away too.</p>
            <p>While I sat thus, I found the Air over-cast, and grow cloudy, as if it would Rain;
               soon after that the Wind rose by little and little, so that,
               in less than half an Hour, it blew a most dreadful Hurricane: The Sea was all on a
               Sudden cover'd over with Foam and Froth, the Shore was cover'd with the Breach of the
               Water, the Trees were torn up by the Roots, and a terrible Storm it was; and this
               held about three Hours, and then began to abate, and in two Hours more it was stark
               calm, and began to rain very hard.</p>
            <p>All this while I sat upon the Ground very much terrify'd and dejected, when on a
               sudden it came into my thoughts, that these Winds and Rain being the <ref target="earthquake_" corresp="earthquake">Consequences of the
                  Earthquake</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="earthquake" target="earthquake_" type="gloss">Defoe's scientific reasoning is interesting, but
                  inaccurate: there is, in fact, no causal link between seismic activity and
                  hurricanes.</note>, the Earthquake <pb n="95"/> it self
               was spent and over, and I might venture into my Cave again: With this Thought my
               Spirits began to revive, and the Rain also helping to perswade me, I went in and sat down in my Tent, but the Rain was so violent, that my
               Tent was ready to be beaten down with it, and I was forc'd to go into my Cave, tho'
               very much affraid and uneasy for fear it should fall on my Head.</p>
            <p>This violent Rain forc'd me to a new Work, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> To cut a Hole thro' my new
               Fortification like a Sink to let the Water go out, which would else have drown'd my
               Cave. After I had been in my Cave some time, and found still no more Shocks of the
               Earthquake follow, I began to be more compos'd; and now to
               support my Spirits, which indeed wanted it very much, I went to my little Store and
               took a small Sup of Rum, which however I did then and always very sparingly, knowing
               I could have no more when that was gone.</p>
            <p>It continu'd raining all that Night, and great Part of the next Day, so that I could
               not stir abroad, but my Mind being more compos'd, I began to think of what I had best do, concluding that if the
               Island was subject to these Earthquakes, there would be no living for me in a Cave,
               but I must consider of building me some little Hut in an open Place which I might
               surround with a Wall as I had done here, and so make my self secure from wild Beasts
               or Men; but concluded, if I staid where I was, I should certainly, one time or other,
               be bury'd alive.</p>
            <p>With these Thoughts I resolv'd to remove my Tent from the Place where it stood, which
               was just under the hanging Precipice of the Hill, and which, if it should be shaken
               again, would certainly fall upon my Tent: And I spent the
               two next <pb n="96"/> Days, being the 19th and 20th of
                  <hi rend="italic">April,</hi> in contriving where and how to remove my
               Habitation.</p>
            <p>The fear of being swallow'd up alive, made me that I never slept in quiet, and yet
               the Apprehensions of lying abroad without any Fence was
               almost equal to it; but still when I look'd about and saw how every thing was put in
               order, how pleasantly conceal'd I was, and how safe from Danger, it made me very
               loath to remove.</p>
            <p>In the mean time it occur'd to me that it would require a vast deal of time for me to
               do this, and that I must be contented to run the Venture where I was, till I had
               form'd a Camp for my self, and had secur'd it so as to remove to it: So with this
               Resolution I compos'd my self for a time, and resolv'd that
               I would go to work with all Speed to build me a Wall with Piles and Cables,
                  <hi rend="italic">&amp;c.</hi> in a Circle as before, and set my Tent up in it when it was
               finish'd, but that I would venture to stay where I was till it was finish'd and fit
               to remove to. This was the 21st.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">April</hi> 22. The next Morning I began to consider of Means to put this Resolve
               in Execution, but I was at a great loss about my Tools; I had three large Axes and
               abundance of Hatchets, (for we carried the Hatchets for <ref target="traffick_" corresp="traffick">Traffick</ref> with the <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi>) <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="traffick" target="traffick_" type="gloss">Violent altercation</note> but with much chopping and cutting knotty hard Wood,
               they were all full of Notches and dull, and tho' I had a Grindstone, I could not turn
               it and grind my Tools too, this cost me as much Thought as a Statesman would have
               bestow'd upon a grand Point of Politicks, or a Judge upon the Life and Death of a
               Man. At length I contriv'd a Wheel with a String, to turn it with my Foot, that I
               might have both my Hands at Liberty: <hi rend="italic">Note,</hi> I had never seen any such thing
               in <hi rend="italic">England,</hi> or at least not to take Notice how it was done, tho' since I <pb n="97"/> have observ'd it is very common there; besides
               that, my Grindstone was very large and heavy. This Machine cost me a full Weeks Work
               to bring it to Perfection.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">April</hi> 28, 29. These two whole Days I took up in grinding my Tools, my
               Machine for turning my Grindstone performing very well.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">April</hi> 30. Having perceiv'd my Bread had been low a great while, now I took a
               Survey of it, and reduc'd my self to one Bisket-cake a Day, which made my Heart very
               heavy.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">May</hi> 1. In the Morning looking towards the Sea-side, the Tide being low, I
               saw something lye on the Shore bigger than ordinary, and it look'd like a Cask, when
               I came to it, I found a small Barrel, and two or three Pieces of the Wreck of the
               Ship, which were driven on Shore by the late Hurricane, and looking towards the Wreck
               itself, I thought it seem'd to lye higher out of the Water
               than it us'd to do; I examin'd the Barrel which was driven on Shore, and soon found
               it was a Barrel of Gunpowder, but it had taken Water, and the Powder was cak'd as
               hard as a Stone, however I roll'd it farther on Shore for
               the present, and went on upon the Sands as near as I could to the Wreck of the Ship
               to look for more.</p>
            
            <head> <ref target="Audio8_" corresp="Audio8">[Audio File]</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Audio8" target="Audio8_">
                                <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/defoe-crusoe/soundFiles/robinsoncrusoe_08_defoe_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Mark F. Smith</note>
                        </head>
            <p>When I came down to the Ship I found it strangely remov'd,
               The Fore-castle which lay before bury'd in Sand, was heav'd
               up at least Six Foot, and the Stern which was broke to Pieces and parted from the
               rest by the Force of the Sea soon after I had left rummaging her, was toss'd, as it
               were, up, and cast on one Side, and the Sand was thrown so high on that Side next her
               Stern, that whereas there was a great Place of Water before, so that I could not come
               within a Quarter of a Mile of the Wreck without swimming, I could now walk <pb n="98"/> quite up to her when the Tide was out; I was surpriz'd with this at first, but soon concluded it must be
               done by the Earthquake, and as by this Violence the Ship was more broken open than
               formerly, so many Things came daily on Shore, which the Sea
               had loosen'd, and which the Winds and Water rolled by Degrees to the Land.</p>
            <p>This wholly diverted my Thoughts from the Design of removing my Habitation; and I
               busied my self mightily that Day especially, in searching whether I could make any
               Way into the Ship, but I found nothing was to be expected of that Kind, for that all
               the In-side of the Ship was choack'd up with Sand: However, as I had learn'd not to
               despair of any Thing, I resolv'd to pull every Thing to Pieces that I could of the
               Ship, concluding, that every Thing I could get from her would be of some Use or other
               to me.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">May</hi> 3. I began with my Saw, and cut a Piece of a Beam thro', which I thought
               held some of the upper Part or Quarter-Deck together, and when I had cut it thro', I
               clear'd away the Sand as well as I could from the Side which lay highest; but the
               Tide coming in, I was oblig'd to give over for that Time.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">May</hi> 4. I went a fishing, but caught not one Fish that I durst eat of, till I
               was weary of my Sport, when just going to leave off, I caught a young Dolphin. I had
               made me a long Line of some Rope Yarn, but I had no Hooks, yet I frequently caught
               Fish enough, as much as I car'd to eat; all which I dry'd in the Sun, and eat them
               dry.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">May</hi> 5. Work'd on the Wreck, cut another Beam asunder, and brought three
               great Fir Planks off from the Decks, which I ty'd together, and made swim on Shore
               when the Tide of Flood came on.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="99"/>
               <hi rend="italic">May</hi> 6. Work'd on the Wreck, got several Iron Bolts out of her, and other
               Pieces of Iron Work, work'd very hard, and came Home very much tyr'd, and had
               Thoughts of giving it over.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">May</hi> 7. Went to the Wreck again, but with an Intent not to work, but found
               the Weight of the Wreck had broke itself down, the Beams being cut, that several
               Pieces of the Ship seem'd to lie loose, and the In-side of the Hold lay so open, that
               I could see into it, but almost full of Water and Sand.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">May</hi> 8. Went to the Wreck, and carry'd an Iron Crow to wrench up the Deck,
               which lay now quite clear of the Water or Sand; I wrench'd open two Planks, and
               brought them on Shore also with the Tide: I left the Iron Crow in the Wreck for next
               Day.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">May</hi> 9. Went to the Wreck, and with the Crow made Way into the Body of the
               Wreck, and felt several Casks, and loosen'd them with the Crow, but could not break
               them up; I felt also the Roll of <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Lead, and could stir it, but it was
               too heavy to remove.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">May</hi> 10, 11, 12, 13, 14. Went every Day to the Wreck, and got a great deal of
               Pieces of Timber, and Boards, or Plank, and 2 or 300 Weight
               of Iron.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">May</hi> 15. I carry'd two Hatchets to try if I could not cut a Piece off of the
               Roll of Lead, by placing the Edge of one Hatchet, and driving it with the other; but
               as it lay about a Foot and a half in the Water, I could not make any Blow to drive
               the Hatchet.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">May</hi> 16. It had blow'd hard in the Night, and the Wreck appear'd more broken
               by the Force of the Water; but I stay'd so long in the Woods to get Pidgeons for
               Food, that the Tide prevented me going to the Wreck that Day.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="100"/>
               <hi rend="italic">May</hi> 17. I saw some Pieces of the Wreck blown on Shore, at a great Distance,
               near two Miles off me, but resolv'd to see what they were, and found it was a Piece
               of the Head, but too heavy for me to bring away.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">May</hi> 24. Every Day to this Day I work'd on the Wreck, and with hard Labour I
               loosen'd some Things so much with the Crow, that the first blowing Tide several Casks
               floated out, and two of the Seamens Chests; but the Wind blowing from the Shore,
               nothing came to Land that Day, but Pieces of Timber, and a Hogshead which had some
                  <hi rend="italic">Brazil</hi> Pork in it, but the Salt-water and the Sand had spoil'd it.</p>
            <p>I continu'd this Work every Day to the 15th of <hi rend="italic">June,</hi> except the Time
               necessary to get Food, which I always appointed, during this Part of my Employment,
               to be when the Tide was up, that I might be ready when it was ebb'd out, and by this
               Time I had gotten Timber, and Plank, and Iron-Work enough, to have builded a good
               Boat, if I had known how; and also, I got at several Times, and in several Pieces,
               near <ref target="hundredweight3_" corresp="hundredweight3">100 Weight</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="hundredweight3" target="hundredweight3_" type="gloss">An imperial hundredweight, or about 112 lb</note> of the
               Sheet-Lead.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">June</hi> 16. Going down to the Sea-side, I found a large Tortoise or Turtle;
               this was the first I had seen, which it seems was only my Misfortune, not any Defect
               of the Place, or Scarcity; for had I happen'd to be on the
               other Side of the Island, I might have had Hundreds of them every Day, as I found
               afterwards; but perhaps had paid dear enough for them.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">June</hi> 17. I spent in cooking the Turtle; I found in her threescore Eggs; and
               her Flesh was to me at that Time the most savoury and pleasant that ever I tasted in
               my Life, having had no Flesh, <pb n="101"/> but of Goats
               and Fowls, since I landed in this horrid Place.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">June</hi> 18. Rain'd all Day, and I stay'd within. I thought at this Time the
               Rain felt Cold, and I was something chilly, which I knew was not usual in that
               Latitude.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">June</hi> 19. Very ill, and shivering, as if the Weather
               had been cold.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">June</hi> 20. No Rest all Night, violent Pains in my Head, and feaverish.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">June</hi> 21. Very ill, frighted almost to Death with the Apprehensions of my sad
               Condition, to be sick, and no Help: Pray'd to GOD for the first Time since the Storm
               off of <hi rend="italic">Hull,</hi> but scarce knew what I said, or why; my Thoughts being all
               confused.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">June</hi> 22. A little better, but under dreadful Apprehensions of Sickness.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">June</hi> 23. Very bad again, cold and shivering, and then a violent
               Head-ach.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">June</hi> 24. Much better.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">June</hi> 25. An Ague very violent; the Fit held me seven Hours, cold Fit and
               hot, with faint Sweats after it.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">June</hi> 26. Better; and having no Victuals to eat, took my Gun, but found my
               self very weak; however I kill'd a She-Goat, and with much Difficulty got it Home, and broil'd some of it, and eat; I wou'd fain have stew'd it,
               and made some Broath, but had no Pot.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">June</hi> 27. The Ague again so violent, that I lay a-Bed all Day, and neither
               eat or drank. I was ready to perish for Thirst, but so weak, I had not Strength to
               stand up, or to get my self any Water to drink: Pray'd to God again, but was
               light-headed, and when I was not, I was so ignorant, that I
               knew not what to say; only I lay and <pb n="102"/> cry'd,
                  <hi rend="italic">Lord look upon me, Lord pity me, Lord have Mercy upon me</hi>: I suppose I did
               nothing else for two or three Hours, till the Fit wearing off, I fell asleep, and did
               not wake till far in the Night; when I wak'd, I found my self much refresh'd, but
               weak, and exceeding thirsty: However, as I had no Water in
               my whole Habitation, I was forc'd to lie till Morning, and
               went to sleep again: In this second Sleep, I had this terrible Dream.</p>
            <p>I thought, that I was sitting on the Ground on the Out-side of my Wall, where I sat
               when the Storm blew after the Earthquake, and that I saw a Man descend from a great
               black Cloud, in a bright Flame of Fire, and <ref target="light_" corresp="light">light</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="light" target="light_" type="gloss">Alight</note> upon the Ground: He was all over as bright as a Flame,
               so that I could but just bear to look towards him; his Countenance was most
               inexpressibly dreadful, impossible for Words to describe; when he stepp'd upon the
               Ground with his Feet, I thought the Earth trembl'd, just as it had done before in the
               Earthquake, and all the Air look'd, to my Apprehension, as
               if it had been fill'd with Flashes of Fire.</p>
            <p>He was no sooner landed upon the Earth, but he moved forward towards me, with a long
               Spear or Weapon in his Hand, to kill me; and when he came to a rising Ground, at some
               Distance, he spoke to me, or I heard a Voice so terrible, that it is impossible to
               express the Terror of it; all that I can say, I understood, was this, <hi rend="italic">Seeing all
                  these Things have not brought thee to Repentance, now thou shalt die</hi>: At
               which Words, I thought he lifted up the Spear that was in his Hand, to kill me.</p>
            <p>No one, that shall ever read this Account, will expect that I should be able to
               describe the Horrors of my Soul at this terrible Vision, I mean, that even while it
               was a Dream, I even dreamed of those Horrors; nor is it any more possible to describe
                  <pb n="103"/> the Impression that remain'd upon my Mind
               when I awak'd and found it was but a Dream.</p>
            <p>I had alas! no divine Knowledge; what I had received by the
               good Instruction of my Father was then worn out by an uninterrupted Series, for 8
               Years, of Seafaring Wickedness, and a constant Conversation with nothing but such as
               were like my self, wicked and prophane to the last Degree: I do not remember that I
               had in all that Time one Thought that so much as tended either to looking upwards
               toward God, or inwards towards a Reflection upon my own Ways: But a certain Stupidity
               of Soul, without Desire of Good, or Conscience of Evil, had
               entirely overwhelm'd me, and I was all that the most hardned, unthinking, wicked
               Creature among our common Sailors, can be supposed to be, not having the least Sense,
               either of the Fear of God in Danger, or of Thankfulness to God in Deliverances.</p>
            <p>In the relating what is already past of my Story, this will be the more easily
               believ'd, when I shall add, that thro' all the Variety of Miseries that had to this
               Day befallen me, I never had so much as one Thought of it being the Hand of God, or
               that it was a just Punishment for my Sin; my rebellious
               Behaviour against my Father, or my present Sins which were
               great; or so much as a Punishment for the general Course of
               my wicked Life. When I was on the desperate Expedition on the desart Shores of <hi rend="italic">Africa,</hi> I never had so much as one
               Thought of what would become of me; or one Wish to God to direct me whether I should
               go, or to keep me from the Danger which apparently surrounded me, as well from voracious Creatures as cruel Savages: But I was meerly
               thoughtless of a God, or a Providence; acted like a meer Brute from the Principles of
               Nature, and by the Dictates of common Sense only, and indeed hardly that.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="104"/>When I was deliver'd and taken up at Sea by
               the <hi rend="italic">Portugal</hi> Captain, well us'd, and dealt justly and honourably with, as
               well as charitably, I had not the least Thankfulness on my Thoughts: When again I was
               shipwreck'd, ruin'd, and in Danger of drowning on this Island, I was as far from Remorse, or looking on it as a Judgment; I only said to my
               self often, that I was <hi rend="italic">an unfortunate Dog,</hi> and born to be always
               miserable.</p>
            <p>It is true, when I got on Shore first here, and found all my Ship's Crew drown'd, and
               my self spar'd, I was surpriz'd with a Kind of Extasie, and some Transports of Soul,
               which, had the Grace of God assisted, might have come up to true Thankfulness; but it ended where it begun, in a meer common
               Flight of Joy, or as I may say, <hi rend="italic">being glad I was alive,</hi> without the least
               Reflection upon the distinguishing Goodness of the Hand which had preserv'd me, and
               had singled me out to be preserv'd, when all the rest were
               destroy'd; or an Enquiry why Providence had been thus
               merciful to me; even just the same common Sort of Joy which Seamen generally have
               after they are got safe ashore from a Shipwreck, which they drown all in the next
               Bowl of Punch, and forget almost as soon as it is over, and all the rest of my Life
               was like it.</p>
            <p>Even when I was afterwards, on due Consideration, made
               sensible of my Condition, how I was cast on this dreadful Place, out of the Reach of
                  humane Kind, out of all Hope of Relief, or Prospect of
               Redemption, as soon as I saw but a Prospect of living, and that I should not starve
               and perish for Hunger, all the Sense of my Affliction wore off, and I begun to be
               very easy, apply'd my self to the Works proper for my Preservation and Supply, and
               was far enough from being afflicted at my Condition, as a
               Judgment from Heaven, or as the <pb n="105"/> Hand of God
               against me; these were Thoughts which very seldom enter'd into my Head.</p>
            <p>The growing up of the Corn, as is hinted in my Journal, had at first some little
               Influence upon me, and began to affect me with Seriousness, as long as I thought it
               had something miraculous in it; but as soon as ever that Part of the Thought was
               remov'd, all the Impression which was rais'd from it, wore off also, as I have noted
               already.</p>
            <p>Even the Earthquake, tho' nothing could be more terrible in its Nature, or more
               immediately directing to the invisible Power which alone directs such Things, yet no sooner was the first Fright over, but the Impression it
               had made went off also. I had no more Sense of God or his Judgments, much less of the
               present Affliction of my Circumstances being from his Hand,
               than if I had been in the most prosperous Condition of Life.</p>
            <p>But now when I began to be sick, and a leisurely View of the
               Miseries of Death came to place itself before me; when my
               Spirits began to sink under the Burthen of a strong
               Distemper, and Nature was exhausted with the Violence of the Feaver; Conscience that
               had slept so long, begun to awake, and I began to reproach my self with my past Life,
               in which I had so evidently, by uncommon Wickedness,
               provok'd the Justice of God to lay me under uncommon Strokes, and to deal with me in
               so vindictive a Manner.</p>
            <p>These Reflections oppress'd me for the second or third Day of my Distemper, and in
               the Violence, as well of the Feaver, as of the dreadful Reproaches of my Conscience,
               extorted some Words from me, like praying to God, tho' I cannot say they were either
               a Prayer attended with Desires or with Hopes; it was rather the Voice of meer Fright
               and Distress; my Thoughts were confus'd, the <pb n="106"/>
               Convictions great upon my Mind, and the Horror of dying in such a miserable Condition
               rais'd Vapours into my Head with the meer Apprehensions; and in these Hurries of my Soul, I know not what my
               Tongue might express: but it was rather Exclamation, such
               as, Lord! what a miserable Creature am I? If I should be sick, I shall certainly die for Want of Help, and what will become of me! Then
               the Tears burst out of my Eyes, and I could say no more for a good while.</p>
            <p>In this Interval, the good Advice of my Father came to my Mind, and presently his
               Prediction which I mention'd at the Beginning of this Story, <hi rend="italic">viz. That if I did
                  take this foolish Step, God would not bless me, and I would have Leisure hereafter
                  to reflect upon having neglected his Counsel, when there might be none to assist
                  in my Recovery.</hi> Now, said I aloud, My dear Father's Words are come to pass:
               God's Justice has overtaken me, and I have none to help or hear me: I rejected the
               Voice of Providence, which had mercifully put me in a Posture or Station of Life, wherein I might have been happy and easy; but
               I would neither see it my self, or learn to know the Blessing of it from my Parents;
               I left them to mourn over my Folly, and now I am left to mourn under the Consequences
               of it: I refus'd their Help and Assistance who wou'd have lifted me into the World,
               and wou'd have made every Thing easy to me, and now I have Difficulties to struggle with, too great for even Nature itself to support, and no Assistance, no Help, no Comfort, no Advice;
               then I cry'd out, <hi rend="italic">Lord be my Help, for I am in great Distress.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>This was the first Prayer, if I may call it so, that I had made for many Years: But I
               return to my Journal.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="107"/>
               <hi rend="italic">June</hi> 28. Having been somewhat refresh'd with the Sleep I had had, and the
               Fit being entirely off, I got up; and tho' the Fright and Terror of my Dream was very
               great, yet I consider'd, that the Fit of the Ague wou'd return again the next Day,
               and now was my Time to get something to refresh and support my self when I should be
               ill; and the first Thing I did, I fill'd a large square Case Bottle with Water, and
               set it upon my Table, in Reach of my Bed; and to take off
               the chill or aguish Disposition of the Water, I put about a Quarter of a Pint of Rum
               into it, and mix'd them together; then I got me a Piece of the Goat's Flesh, and
               broil'd it on the Coals, but could eat very little; I walk'd about, but was very
               weak, and withal very sad and heavy-hearted in the Sense of my miserable Condition;
                  dreading the Return of my Distemper the next Day; at
               Night I made my Supper of three of the Turtle's Eggs, which I roasted in the Ashes,
               and eat, as we call it, in the Shell; and this was the first Bit of <ref target="meat_" corresp="meat">Meat</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="meat" target="meat_" type="gloss">Food generally, not necessarily
                  restricted to animal's flesh</note> I had ever ask'd God's Blessing to, even as I
               cou'd remember, in my whole Life.</p>
            <p>After I had eaten, I try'd to walk, but found my self so weak, that I cou'd hardly
               carry the Gun, (for I never went out without that) so I went but a little Way, and
               sat down upon the Ground, looking out upon the Sea, which was just before me, and
               very calm and smooth: As I sat here, some such Thoughts as these occurred to me.</p>
            <p>What is this Earth and Sea of which I have seen so much, whence is it produc'd, and
               what am I, and all the other Creatures, wild and tame, humane and brutal, whence are
               we?</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="108"/>Sure we are all made by some secret Power, who
               form'd the Earth and Sea, the Air and Sky; and who is that?</p>
            <p>Then it follow'd most naturally, It is God that has made it all: Well, but then it
               came on strangely, if God has made all these Things, He guides and governs them all,
               and all Things that concern them; for the Power that could make all Things, must
               certainly have Power to guide and direct them.</p>
            <p>If so, nothing can happen in the great Circuit of his Works, either without his
               Knowledge or Appointment.</p>
            <p>And if nothing happens without his Knowledge, he knows that I am here, and am in this
               dreadful Condition; and if nothing happens without his Appointment, he has appointed
               all this to befal me.</p>
            <p>Nothing occurr'd to my Thought to contradict any of these Conclusions; and therefore
               it rested upon me with the greater Force, that it must needs be, that God had
               appointed all this to befal me; that I was brought to this miserable Circumstance by
               his Direction, he having the sole Power, not of me only, but of every Thing that
               happen'd in the World. Immediately it follow'd,</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Why has God done this to me? What have I done to be thus us'd?</hi>
            </p>
            <p>My Conscience presently check'd me in that Enquiry, as if I
               had blasphem'd, and methought it spoke to me like a Voice; <hi rend="italic">WRETCH! dost thou ask
                  what thou hast done!</hi> look back upon a dreadful mis-spent Life, and ask thy
               self <hi rend="italic">what thou hast not done?</hi> ask, Why is it <hi rend="italic">that thou wert not long ago
                     destroy'd?</hi> Why <hi rend="italic">wert thou not drown'd in</hi>
               Yarmouth Roads? <hi rend="italic">Kill'd in the Fight when the Ship was taken by</hi> the Sallee
               Man of War? <hi rend="italic">Devour'd by the wild Beasts <pb n="109"/>
                  on the</hi> Coast of Africa? Or, <hi rend="italic">Drown'd HERE, when all the Crew perish'd but
                  thy self</hi>? Dost thou ask, <hi rend="italic">What have I done?</hi>
            </p>
            <p>I was struck dumb with these Reflections, as one astonish'd, and had not a Word to
               say, no not to answer to my self, but rise up pensive and sad, walk'd back to my
               Retreat, and went up over my Wall, as if I had been going to Bed, but my Thoughts
               were sadly disturb'd, and I had no Inclination to Sleep; so
               I sat down in my Chair, and lighted my Lamp, for it began to be dark: Now as the
               Apprehension of the Return of my Distemper terrify'd me very
               much, it occurr'd to my Thought, that the <hi rend="italic">Brasilians</hi> take no Physick but
               their Tobacco, for almost all Distempers; and I had a Piece of a Roll of Tobacco in
               one of the Chests, which was quite cur'd, and some also that was green and not quite
               cur'd.</p>
            <p>I went, directed by Heaven no doubt; for in this Chest I found a Cure, both for Soul
               and Body, I open'd the Chest, and found what I look'd for, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> the Tobacco;
               and as the few Books, I had sav'd, lay there too, I took out one of the Bibles which
               I mention'd before, and which to this Time I had not found Leisure, or so much as
               Inclination to look into; I say, I took it out, and brought both that and the Tobacco
               with me to the Table.</p>
            <p>What Use to make of the Tobacco, I knew not, as to my Distemper, or whether it was
               good for it or no; but I try'd several Experiments with it, as if I was resolv'd it
               should hit one Way or other: I first took a Piece of a Leaf, and chew'd it in my
               Mouth, which indeed at first almost stupify'd my Brain, the Tobacco being green and
               strong, and that I had not been much us'd to it; then I took some and steeped it an
               Hour or two in some Rum, and resolv'd to take a Dose of it when I lay down; <pb n="110"/> and lastly, I burnt some upon a Pan of Coals,
               and held my Nose close over the Smoke of it as long as I could bear it, as well for
               the Heat as almost for Suffocation.</p>
            <p>In the Interval of this Operation, I took up the Bible and began to read, but my Head
               was too much disturb'd with the Tobacco to bear reading, at least that Time; only
               having open'd the Book casually, the first Words that
               occurr'd to me were these, <ref target="psalmfifty_" corresp="psalmfifty">Call on me
                  in the Day of Trouble</ref> <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="psalmfifty" target="psalmfifty_" type="gloss">Psalm 50:15</note>, and I will deliver, and thou shalt glorify me.
            </p>
            <p>The Words were very apt to my Case, and made some Impression upon my Thoughts at the
               Time of reading them, tho' not so much as they did afterwards; for as for being deliver'd, the Word had no Sound, <hi rend="italic">as I may say,</hi> to
               me; the Thing was so remote, so impossible in my Apprehension of Things, that I began
               to say as the Children of <hi rend="italic">Israel</hi> did, <ref target="exodus2_" corresp="exodus2">when they were promis'd Flesh to eat</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="exodus2" target="exodus2_" type="gloss">God grants the hungry Israelites manna to eat as they cross the desert, bound for
                  the promised land (Exodus 16:1-13)</note>, <hi rend="italic">Can God spread a Table in the
                  Wilderness</hi>; so I began to say, Can God himself deliver me from this Place?
               and as it was not for many Years that any Hope appear'd, this prevail'd very often
               upon my Thoughts: But however, the Words made a great Impression upon me, and I mused
               upon them very often. It grew now late, and the Tobacco had, as I said, doz'd my Head
               so much, that I inclin'd to sleep; so I left my Lamp burning in the Cave, least I
               should want any Thing in the Night, and went to Bed; but before I lay down, I did
               what I never had done in all my Life, I kneel'd down and pray'd to God to fulfil the
               Promise to me, that if I call'd upon him in the Day of Trouble, he would deliver me;
                  after my broken and imperfect Prayer was over, I drunk
               the Rum in which I had steep'd the Tobacco, which was so
               strong and rank of the Tobacco, that indeed I could scarce get it down; immediately
                  <pb n="111"/> upon this I went to Bed, I found presently
               it flew up in my Head violently, but I fell into a sound Sleep, and wak'd no more
               'till by the Sun it must necessarily be near Three a-Clock in the Afternoon the next
               Day; nay, to this Hour, I'm partly of the Opinion, that I slept all the next Day and
               Night, and 'till almost Three that Day after; for otherwise
               I knew not how I should lose a Day out of my Reckoning in the Days of the Week, as it
               appear'd some Years after I had done: for if I had lost it by crossing and
               re-crossing the Line, I should have lost more than one Day: But certainly I lost a
               Day in my Accompt, and never knew which Way.</p>
            <p>Be that however one Way or th' other, when I awak'd I found my self exceedingly
               refresh'd, and my Spirits lively and chearful; when I got up, I was stronger than I
               was the Day before, and my Stomach better, for I was hungry; and in short, I had no
               Fit the next Day, but continu'd much alter'd for the better; this was the 29th.</p>
            <p>The 30th was my well Day of Course, and I went abroad with my Gun, but did not care
               to travel too far, I kill'd a Sea Fowl or two, something
               like a brand Goose, and brought them Home, but was not very forward to eat them; so I
               ate some more of the Turtle's Eggs, which were very good. This Evening I renew'd the
               Medicine which I had suppos'd did me good the Day before, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> the Tobacco steep'd in Rum, only I did not take so much as before, nor did I chew any of the Leaf, or hold my Head over
               the Smoke; however, I was not so well the next Day, which was the first of
                  <hi rend="italic">July,</hi> as I hop'd I shou'd have been; for I had a little Spice of the cold
               Fit, but it was not much.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">July</hi> 2. I renew'd the Medicine all the three Ways, and doz'd my self with it
               as at first; and doubled the Quantity which I drank.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="112"/>3. I miss'd the Fit for good and all, tho' I
               did not recover my full Strength for some Weeks after; while I was thus gathering
               Strength, my Thoughts run exceedingly upon this Scripture, <hi rend="italic">I will deliver
                  thee,</hi> and the Impossibility of my Deliverance lay much upon my Mind in Barr
               of my ever expecting it: But as I was discouraging my self with such Thoughts, it
               occurr'd to my Mind, that I pored so much upon my Deliverance from the main Affliction, that I disregarded the Deliverance I had receiv'd; and I was, as it were, made to ask my self such
               Questions as these, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> Have I not been deliver'd, and wonderfully too,
               from Sickness? from the most distress'd Condition that could be, and that was so
               frightful to me, and what Notice I had taken of it: Had I done my Part, <hi rend="italic">God had
                     deliver'd me, but I had not glorify'd him</hi>; that
               is to say, I had not own'd and been thankful for that as a Deliverance, and how cou'd
               I expect greater Deliverance?</p>
            <p>This touch'd my Heart very much, and immediately I kneeel'd
               down and gave God Thanks aloud, for my Recovery from my
               Sickness.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">July</hi> 4. In the Morning I took the Bible, and beginning at the New Testament, I began seriously to read it, and impos'd upon my
               self to read a while every Morning and every Night, not tying my self to the Number
               of Chapters, but as long as my Thoughts shou'd engage me: It was not long after I set
               seriously to this Work, but I found my Heart more deeply and sincerely affected with
               the Wickedness of my past Life: The Impression of my Dream
               reviv'd, and the Words, <hi rend="italic">All these Things have not brought thee to
                  Repentance,</hi> ran seriously in my Thought: I was
               earnestly begging of God to give me Repentance, when it happen'd providentially the
               very Day that reading the Scriture, <pb n="113"/> I came to these Words, <ref target="acts_" corresp="acts">He is exalted a Prince and a Saviour, to give Repentance, and to
                  give Remission</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="acts" target="acts_" type="gloss">Acts 5:31</note>: I threw down the Book,
               and with my Heart as well as my Hands lifted up to Heaven, in a Kind of Extasy of
               Joy, I cry'd out aloud, <hi rend="italic">Jesus, thou Son of</hi> David, <hi rend="italic">Jesus, thou exalted
                  Prince and Saviour, give me Repentance!</hi>
            </p>
            <p>This was the first Time that I could say, in the true Sense of the Words, that I
               pray'd in all my Life; for now I pray'd with a Sense of my Condition, and with a true
               Scripture View of Hope founded on the Encouragement of the Word of God; and from this
               Time, I may say, I began to have Hope that God would hear me.</p>
            <p>Now I began to construe the Words mentioned above, <hi rend="italic">Call on me, and I will deliver
                  you,</hi> in a different Sense from what I had ever done
               before; for then I had no Notion of any thing being call'd Deliverance, but my being deliver'd from the Captivity I was
               in; for tho' I was indeed at large in the Place, yet the Island was certainly a
               Prison to me, and that in the worst Sense in the World; but now I learn'd to take it
               in another Sense: Now I look'd back upon my past Life with such Horrour, and my Sins
               appear'd so dreadful, that my Soul sought nothing of God, but Deliverance from the Load of Guilt that bore down all my Comfort:
               As for my solitary Life it was nothing; I did not so much as pray to be deliver'd
               from it, or think of it; It was all of no Consideration in Comparison to this: And I
               add this Part here, to hint to whoever shall read it, that whenever they come to a
               true Sense of things, they will find Deliverance from Sin a
               much greater Blessing, that Deliverance from Affliction.</p>
            <p>But leaving this Part, I return to my Journal.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="114"/>My Condition began now to be, tho' not less
                  miserable as to my Way of living, yet much easier to my
               Mind; and my Thoughts being directed, by a constant reading the Scripture, and
               praying to God, to things of a higher Nature: I had a great deal of Comfort within,
               which till now I knew nothing of; also, as my Health and
               Strength returned, I bestirr'd my self to furnish my self with every thing that I
               wanted, and make my Way of living as regular as I could.</p>
            <p>From the 4th of <hi rend="italic">July</hi> to the 14th, I was chiefly employ'd in walking about
               with my Gun in my Hand, a little and a little, at a Time, as a Man that was gathering
               up his Strength after a Fit of Sickness: For it is hardly to be imagin'd, how low I
               was, and to what Weakness I was reduc'd. The Application which I made Use of was
               perfectly new, and perhaps what had never cur'd an Ague before, neither can I
               recommend it to any one to practise, by this Experiment; and tho' it did carry off the Fit, yet it rather contributed to weakening me; for I had frequent Convulsions in my Nerves and
               Limbs for some Time.</p>
            <p>I learn'd from it also this in particular, that being abroad
               in the rainy Season was the most pernicious thing to my
               Health that could be, especially in those Rains which came attended with Storms and
               Hurricanes of Wind; for as the Rain which came in the dry Season was always most
               accompany'd with such Storms, so I found that Rain was much more dangerous than the
               Rain which fell in <hi rend="italic">September</hi> and <hi rend="italic">October.</hi>
            </p>
            
            <head> <ref target="Audio9_" corresp="Audio9">[Audio File]</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Audio9" target="Audio9_">
                                <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/defoe-crusoe/soundFiles/robinsoncrusoe_09_defoe_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Mark F. Smith</note>
                        </head>
            <p>I had been now in this unhappy Island above 10 Months, all Possibility of Deliverance
               from this Condition, seem'd to be entirely taken from me; and I firmly believed, that
               no humane Shape had ever set Foot upon that Place: Having now secur'd <pb n="115"/> my Habitation, as I thought, fully to my Mind, I had a
               great Desire to make a more perfect Discovery of the Island,
               and to see what other Productions I might find, which I yet
               knew nothing of.</p>
            <p>It was the 15th of <hi rend="italic">July</hi> that I began to take a more particular Survey of the
               Island it self: I went up the Creek first, where, as I hinted, I brought my Rafts on
               Shore; I found after I came about two Miles up, that the Tide did not flow any
               higher, and that it was no more than a little Brook of running Water, and very fresh
               and good; but this being the dry Season, there was hardly any Water in some Parrs of
               it, at least, not enough to run in any Stream, so as it could be perceiv'd.</p>
            <p>On the Bank of this Brook I found many pleasant
                  <hi rend="italic">Savana's,</hi> or Meadows; plain, smooth, and cover'd with Grass; and on the
               rising Parts of them next to the higher Grounds, where the Water, as it might be supposed, never overflow'd, I found a great deal of Tobacco,
               green, and growing to a great and very strong Stalk; there were divers other Plants which I had no Notion of, or Understanding about, and might perhaps have Vertues of their own, which I could not find out.</p>
            <p>I searched for the <ref target="cassava_" corresp="cassava">Cassava</ref> Root <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="cassava" target="cassava_" type="gloss">A
                  woody shrub native to South America</note>, which the <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> in all that Climate make their Bread of, but I
               could find none. I saw large Plants of Alloes, but did not then understand them. I
               saw several Sugar Canes, but wild, and for want of Cultivation, imperfect. I contented my self with these Discoveries for this
               Time, and came back musing with my self what Course I might take to know the Vertue
               and Goodness of any of the Fruits or Plants which I should discover; but could bring
               it to no Conclusion; for in short, I had made so little
                  Observation while I was in the <hi rend="italic">Brasils,</hi> that I
               knew little <pb n="116"/> of the Plants in the Field, at
               least very little that might serve me to any Purpose now in my Distress.</p>
            <p>The next Day, the 16th, I went up the same Way again, and after going something
               farther than I had gone the Day before, I found the Brook, and the <hi rend="italic">Savana's</hi>
               began to cease, and the Country became more woody than
               before; in this Part I found different Fruits, and particularly I found Mellons upon
               the Ground in great Abundance, and Grapes upon the Trees; the Vines had spread indeed
               over the Trees, and the Clusters of Grapes were just now in their Prime, very ripe
               and rich: This was a surprising Discovery, and I was exceeding glad of them; but I
               was warn'd by my Experience to eat sparingly of them, remembring, that when I was
               ashore in <hi rend="italic">Barbary,</hi> the eating of Grapes kill'd several of our
                  <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Men who were Slaves there, by <ref target="scurvy_" corresp="scurvy">throwing them into Fluxes and Feavers</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="scurvy" target="scurvy_" type="gloss">There is no scientific basis for this supposition. More likely, the symptoms
                  Crusoe describes were a result of scurvy, a condition caused by vitamin C
                  deficiency and common among sailors.</note>: But I found an excellent Use for
               these Grapes, and that was to cure or dry them in the Sun, and keep them as dry'd
               Grapes or Raisins are kept, which I thought would be, as indeed they were, as
               wholesom as agreeable to eat, when no Grapes might be to be had.</p>
            <p>I spent all that Evening there, and went not back to my Habitation, which by the Way
               was the first Night, as I might say, I had lain from Home. In the Night I took my
               first Contrivance, and got up into a Tree, where I slept well, and the next Morning
               proceeded upon my Discovery, travelling near four Miles, as
               I might judge by the Length of the Valley, keeping still due North, with a Ridge of
               Hills on the South and North-side of me.</p>
            <p>At the End of this March I came to an Opening, where the
               Country seem'd to descend to the <pb n="117"/> West, and a
               litrle Spring of fresh Water which issued out of the Side of
               the Hill by me, run the other Way, that is due East; and the Country appear'd so fresh, so green, so flourishing, every thing being
               in a constant Verdure, or Flourish of <hi rend="italic">Spring,</hi> that it looked like a planted
               Garden.</p>
            <p>I descended a little on the Side of that delicious Vale, surveying it with a secret
               Kind of Pleasure, (tho' mixt with my other afflicting Thoughts) to think that this
               was all my own, that I was King and Lord of all this Country indefeasibly, and had a
               Right of Possession; and if I could convey it, I might have it in Inheritance, as
               compleatly as any Lord of a Mannor in <hi rend="italic">England.</hi> I saw here Abundance of Cocoa
               Trees, Orange, and Lemmon, and Citron Trees; but all wild,
               and very few bearing any Fruit, at least not then: However,
               the green Limes that I gathered, were not only pleasant to eat, but very wholesome;
               and I mix'd their Juice afterwards with Water, which made it very wholesome, and very
               cool, and refreshing.</p>
            <p>I found now I had Business enough to gather and carry Home; and I resolv'd to lay up
               a Store, as well of Grapes, as Limes and Lemons, to furnish my self for the wet
               Season, which I knew was approaching.</p>
            <p>In Order to this, I gather'd a great Heap of Grapes in one Place, and a lesser Heap
               in another Place, and a great Parcel of Limes and Lemons in another Place; and taking
               a few of each with me, I travell'd homeward, and resolv'd to come again, and bring a
               Bag or Sack, or what I could make to carry the rest Home.</p>
            <p>Accordingly, having spent three Days in this Journey, I came Home; so I must now call
               my Tent and my Cave: But, before I got thither, the <pb n="118"/> Grapes were spoil'd, the Richness of the Fruits, and
               the Weight of the Juice having broken them, and bruis'd them, they were good for
               little or nothing; as to the Limes, they were good, but I
               could bring but a few.</p>
            <p>The next Day, being the 19th, I went back, having made me two small Bags to bring
               Home my Harvest: But I was surpriz'd, when coming to my Heap of Grapes, which were so
               rich and fine when I gather'd them, I found them all spread about, trod to Pieces,
               and dragg'd about, some here, some there, and Abundance eaten and devour'd: By this I
               concluded, there were some wild Creatures thereabouts, which had done this; but what
               they were, I knew not.</p>
            <p>However, as I found there there was no laying them up on Heaps, and no carrying them
               away in a Sack, but that one Way they would be destroy'd, and the other Way they
               would be crush'd with their own Weight. I took another Course; for I gather'd a large
               Quantity of the Grapes, and hung them up upon the out Branches of the Trees, that
               they might cure and dry in the Sun; and as for the Limes and Lemons, I carry'd as
               many back as I could well stand under.</p>
            <p>When I came Home from this Journey, I contemplated with
               great Pleasure the Fruitfulness of that Valley, and the Pleasantness of the
               Scituation, the Security from Storms on that Side the Water, and the Wood, and
               concluded, that I had pitch'd upon a Place to fix my Abode, which was by far the
               worst Part of the Country. Upon the Whole I began to consider of removing my
               Habitation; and to look out for a Place equally safe, as where I now was scituate, if
               possible, in that pleasant fruitful Part of the Island.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="119"/>This Thought run long in my Head, and I was
               exceeding fond of it for some Time, the Pleasantness of the
               Place tempting me; but when I came to a nearer View of it, and to consider that I was
               now by the Sea-Side, where it was at least possible that something might happen to my
               Advantage, and by the same ill Fate that brought me hither, might bring some other
               unhappy Wretches to the same Place; and tho' it was scarce probable that any such
               Thing should ever happen, yet to enclose my self among the Hills and Woods, in the
               Center of the Island, was to anticipate my Bondage, and to rend such an Affair not
               only Improbable, but Impossible; and that therefore I ought not by any Means to
               remove.</p>
            <p>However, I was so Enamour'd of this Place, that I spent much of my Time there, for
               the whole remaining Part of the Month of <hi rend="italic">July</hi>; and tho' upon second Thoughts
               I resolv'd as above, not to remove, yet I built me a little kind of a Bower, and
               surrounded it at a Distance with a strong Fence, being a double Hedge, as high as I
               could reach, well stak'd, and fill'd between with <hi rend="italic">Brushwood</hi>; and here I lay very secure, sometimes two or three Nights together,
               always going over it with a Ladder, as before; so that I fancy'd now I had my
               Country-House, and my Sea-Coast-House: And this Work took me up to the Beginning of <hi rend="italic">August.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>I had but newly finish'd my Fence, and began to enjoy my
               Labour, but the Rains came on, and made me stick close to my first Habitation; for
               tho' I had made me a Tent like the other, with a Piece of a Sail, and spread it very
               well; yet I had not the Shelter of a Hill to keep me from Storms, nor a Cave behind
               me to retreat into, when the Rains were extraordinary.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="120"/>About the Beginning of <hi rend="italic">August, as I
                  said,</hi> I had finish'd my Bower, and began to enjoy my self. The third of
                  <hi rend="italic">August,</hi> I found the Grapes I had hung up were perfectly dry'd, and
               indeed, were excellent good Raisins of the Sun; so I began to take them down from the
               Trees, and it was very happy that I did so; for the Rains which follow'd would have
               spoil'd them, and I had lost the best Part of my Winter Food; for I had above two
               hundred large Bunches of them. No sooner had I taken them all down, and carry'd most
               of them Home to my Cave, but it began to rain, and from hence, which was the
               fourteenth of <hi rend="italic">August,</hi> it rain'd more or less, every Day, till the Middle of
                  <hi rend="italic">October</hi>; and sometimes so violently, that I could not stir out of my Cave
               for several Days.</p>
            <p>In this Season I was much surpriz'd with the Increase of my Family; I had been
               concern'd for the Loss of one of my Cats, who run away from me, or as I thought had
               been dead, and I heard no more Tale or Tidings of her, till to my Astonishment she came Home about the End of <hi rend="italic">August,</hi> with
               three <hi rend="italic">Kittens</hi>; this was the more strange to me, because tho' I had kill'd a
               wild Cat, as I call'd it, with my Gun; yet I thought it was a quite differing Kind
               from our <hi rend="italic">European</hi> Cats; yet the young Cats were the same Kind of House breed
               like the old one; and both my Cats being Females, I thought it very strange: But from
               these three Cats, I afterwards came to be so pester'd with Cats, that I was forc'd to
               kill them like Vermine, or wild Beasts, and to drive them from my House as much as
               possible.</p>
            <p>From the fourteenth of <hi rend="italic">August</hi> to the twenty sixth, incessant Rain, so that I
               could not stir, and was now very careful not to be much wet. In this Confinement I
               began to be straitned for Food, but <pb n="121"/> venturing
               out twice, I one Day kill'd a Goat, and the last Day, which was the twenty sixth,
               found a very large Tortoise, which was a Treat to me, and my Food was regulated thus;
               I eat a Bunch of Raisins for my Breakfast, a Piece of the Goat's Flesh, or of the
               Turtle for my Dinner broil'd; for to my great Misfortune, I had no Vessel to boil or
               stew any Thing; and two or three of the Turtle's Eggs for my
               Supper.</p>
            <p>During this Confinement in my Cover, by the Rain, I work'd daily two or three Hours
               at enlarging my Cave, and by Degrees work'd it on towards one Side, till I came to
               the Out-Side of the Hill, and made a Door or Way out, which came beyond my Fence or
               Wall, and so I came in and out this Way; but I was not perfectly easy at lying so
               open; for as I had manag'd my self before, I was in a perfect Enclosure, whereas now I thought I lay expos'd, and open for
               any Thing to come in upon me; and yet I could not perceive that there was any living
               Thing to fear, the biggest Creature that I had yet seen upon the Island being a
               Goat.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">September</hi> the thirtieth, I was now come to the unhappy Anniversary of my
               Landing. I <ref target="castup_" corresp="castup">cast up</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="castup" target="castup_" type="gloss">Counted</note> the Notches on my Post, and found I had been on Shore three
               hundred and sixty five Days. I kept this Day as a Solemn Fast, setting it apart to
               Religious Exercise, prostrating my self on the Ground with the most serious <ref target="humiliation_" corresp="humiliation">Humiliation</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="humiliation" target="humiliation_" type="gloss">In this context, meaning humility, rather than embarrassment</note>,
               confessing my Sins to God, acknowledging his Righteous Judgments upon me, and praying
               to him to have Mercy on me, through Jesus Christ; and having not tasted the least
               Refreshment for twelve Hours, even till the going down of the Sun, I then eat a
               Bisket Cake, and a Bunch of Grapes, and went to Bed, finishing the Day as I began
               it.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="122"/>I had all this Time observ'd no Sabbath-Day;
               for as at first I had no Sense of Religion upon my Mind, I had after some Time
               omitted to distinguish the Weeks, by making a longer Notch
               than ordinary for the Sabbath-Day, and so did not really know what any of the Days
               were; but now having cast up the Days, as above, I found I had been there a Year; so
               I divided it into Weeks, and set apart every seventh Day for a Sabbath; though I
               found at the End of my Account I had lost a Day or two in my Reckoning.</p>
            <p>A little after this my Ink began to fail me, and so I contented my self to use it
               more sparingly, and to write down only the most remarkable Events of my Life, without
               continuing a daily <hi rend="italic">Memorandum</hi> of other Things.</p>
            <p>The rainy Season, and the dry Season, began now to appear regular to me, and I
               learn'd to divide them so, as to provide for them accordingly. But I bought all my
               Experience before I had it; and this I am going to relate, was one of the most discouraging Experiments that I made at all: I have mention'd
               that I had sav'd the few Ears of Barley and Rice, which I had so surprizingly found
               spring up, as I thought, of themselves, and believe there was about thirty Stalks of
               Rice, and about twenty of Barley; and now I thought it a proper Time to sow it after
               the Rains, the Sun being in its <hi rend="italic">Southern</hi> Position going from me.</p>
            <p>Accordingly I dug up a Piece of Ground as well as I could with my wooden Spade, and
               dividing it into two Parts, I sow'd my Grain; but as I was sowing, it casually
               occur'd to my Thoughts, That I would not sow it all at first, because I did not know
               when was the proper Time for it; so I sow'd about two Thirds of the Seed, leaving
               about a Handful of each.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="123"/>It was a great Comfort to me afterwards, that
               I did so, for not one Grain of that I sow'd this Time came to any Thing; for the dry
               Months following, the Earth having had no Rain after the Seed was sown, it had no
               Moisture to assist its Growth, and never came up at all, till the wet Season had come
               again, and then it grew as if it had been but newly sown.</p>
            <p>Finding my first Seed did not grow, which I easily imagin'd was by the Drought, I
               sought for a moister Peice of Ground to make another Trial in, and I dug up a Piece
               of Ground near my new Bower, and sow'd the rest of my Seed in <hi rend="italic">February,</hi> a
               little before the <ref target="vernalequinox_" corresp="vernalequinox">Vernal
                  Equinox</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="vernalequinox" target="vernalequinox_" type="gloss">This falls between March 19-21, depending on
                  the year</note>; and this having the rainy Months of
                  <hi rend="italic">March</hi> and <hi rend="italic">April</hi> to water it, sprung up
               very pleasantly, and yielded a very good Crop; but having Part of the Seed left only,
               and not daring to sow all that I had, I had but a small Quantity at last, my whole
               Crop not amounting to above half a <ref target="peck_" corresp="peck">Peck</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="peck" target="peck_" type="gloss">An
                  imperial unit of dry volume, approximately 2 gallons</note> of each kind.</p>
            <p>But by this Experiment I was made Master of my Business, and knew exactly when the
               proper Season was to sow; and that I might expect two Seed Times, and two Harvests
               every Year.</p>
            <p>While this Corn was growing, I made a little Discovery which was of use to me
               afterwards: As soon as the Rains were over, and the Weather began to settle, which was about the Month of <hi rend="italic">November,</hi> I made a Visit up the Country to my Bower,
               where though I had not been some Months, yet I found all Things just as I left them.
               The Circle or double Hedge that I had made, was not only firm and entire; but the Stakes which I had cut out of
               some Trees that grew thereabouts, were all shot out and grown with long Branches, as
               much as a Willow-Tree usually shoots the first Year after lopping its Head. I could
               not tell what Tree to <pb n="124"/> call it, that these
               Stakes were cut from. I was surpriz'd, and yet very well pleas'd, to see the young
               Trees grow; and I prun'd them, and led them up to grow as much alike as I could; and
               it is scarce credible how beautiful a Figure they grew into in three Years; so that
               though the Hedge made a Circle of about twenty five Yards in Diameter, yet the Trees, for such I might now call them, soon
               cover'd it; and it was a compleat Shade, sufficient to lodge under all the dry
               Season.</p>
            <p>This made me resolve to cut some more Stakes, and make me a Hedge like this in a
               Semicircle round my Wall; I mean that of my first Dwelling, which I did; and placing
               the Trees or Stakes in a double Row, at about eight Yards distance from my first
               Fence, they grew presently, and were at first a fine Cover to my Habitation, and
               afterward serv'd for a Defence also, as I shall observe <ref target="order_" corresp="order">in its Order</ref>.<note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="order" target="order_" type="gloss">Crusoe will relate the adventure
                  alluded to here in due course, later in the text</note>
            </p>
            <p>I found now, That the Seasons of the Year might generally be divided, not into
                  <hi rend="italic">Summer</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Winter,</hi> as in <hi rend="italic">Europe</hi>; but into the Rainy
               Seasons, and the Dry Seasons, which were generally thus, </p>
            <p>
                            <lg type="list">
                  <l>Half <hi rend="italic">February,</hi> Rainy, the <hi rend="italic">Sun</hi> being then on, or near the
                        <hi rend="italic">Equinox.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi rend="italic">March,</hi> Rainy, the <hi rend="italic">Sun</hi> being then on, or near the
                        <hi rend="italic">Equinox.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Half <hi rend="italic">April,</hi> Rainy, the <hi rend="italic">Sun</hi> being then on, or near the
                        <hi rend="italic">Equinox.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Half <hi rend="italic">April,</hi> Dry, the <hi rend="italic">Sun</hi> being then to the <hi rend="italic">North</hi>
                     of the Line.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi rend="italic">May,</hi> Dry, the <hi rend="italic">Sun</hi> being then to the <hi rend="italic">North</hi> of the
                     Line.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi rend="italic">June,</hi> Dry, the <hi rend="italic">Sun</hi> being then to the <hi rend="italic">North</hi> of the
                     Line.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi rend="italic">July,</hi> Dry, the <hi rend="italic">Sun</hi> being then to the <hi rend="italic">North</hi> of the
                     Line.</l>
                  <l>Half <hi rend="italic">August,</hi> Dry, the <hi rend="italic">Sun</hi> being then to the <hi rend="italic">North</hi>
                     of the Line.</l>
                 
                     <pb n="125"/>
               <l>Half <hi rend="italic">August,</hi> Rainy, the
                        <hi rend="italic">Sun</hi> being then come back.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi rend="italic">September,</hi> Rainy, the <hi rend="italic">Sun</hi> being then come back.</l>
                  <l>Half <hi rend="italic">October,</hi> Rainy, the <hi rend="italic">Sun</hi> being then come back.</l>
                  <l>Half <hi rend="italic">October,</hi> Dry, the <hi rend="italic">Sun</hi> being then to the
                        <hi rend="italic">South</hi> of the Line.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi rend="italic">November,</hi> Dry, the <hi rend="italic">Sun</hi> being then to the <hi rend="italic">South</hi> of
                     the Line.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi rend="italic">December,</hi> Dry, the <hi rend="italic">Sun</hi> being then to the <hi rend="italic">South</hi> of
                     the Line.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi rend="italic">January,</hi> Dry, the <hi rend="italic">Sun</hi> being then to the <hi rend="italic">South</hi> of the
                     Line.</l>
                  <l>Half <hi rend="italic">February,</hi> Dry, the <hi rend="italic">Sun</hi> being then to the
                        <hi rend="italic">South</hi> of the Line.</l>
               </lg>
            </p>
            <p>The Rainy Season sometimes held longer or shorter, as the Winds happen'd to blow; but
               this was the general Observation I made: After I had found by Experience, the ill
               Consequence of being abroad in the Rain. I took Care to furnish my self with
               Provisions before hand, that I might not be oblig'd to go out; and I sat within Doors
               as much as possible during the wet Months.</p>
            <p>This Time I found much Employment, (and very suitable also to the Time) for I found
               great Occasion of many Things which I had no way to furnish my self with, but by hard
               Labour and constant Application; particularly, I try'd many
               Ways to make my self a Basket, but all the Twigs I could get for the Purpose prov'd
               so brittle, that they would do nothing. It prov'd of excellent Advantage to me now, That when I was a Boy, I used to take
               great Delight in standing at a <hi rend="italic">Basket-makers,</hi> in the Town where my Father
               liv'd, to see them make their <hi rend="italic">Wicker-ware</hi>; and being as Boys usually are,
               very officious to help, and a great Observer of the Manner how they work'd those
               Things, and sometimes lending a Hand, I had by this Means full Knowledge of the
               Methods of it, that I wanted nothing but the Materials; when it came into my Mind,
               That the Twigs of that Tree from whence I cut my Stakes that grew, <pb n="126"/> might possibly be as tough as the <hi rend="italic">Sallows,</hi>
               and <hi rend="italic">Willows,</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Osiers</hi> in <hi rend="italic">England,</hi> and I resolv'd to
               try.</p>
            <p>Accordingly the next Day, I went to my Country-House, as I
               call'd it, and cutting some of the smaller Twigs, I found them to my Purpose as much
               as I could desire; whereupon I came the next Time prepar'd with a Hatchet to cut down
               a Quantity, which I soon found, for there was great Plenty of them; these I set up to
               dry within my Circle or Hedge, and when they were fit for Use, I carry'd them to my
               Cave, and here during the next Season, I employ'd my self in making, <hi rend="italic">as well as I
                  could,</hi> a great many Baskets, both to carry Earth, or to carry or lay up any
               Thing as I had occasion; and tho' I did not finish them very handsomly, yet I made them sufficiently serviceable for my
               Purpose; and thus afterwards I took Care never to be without
               them; and as my <hi rend="italic">Wicker-ware</hi> decay'd, I made more, especially, I made strong
               deep Baskets to place my Corn in, instead of Sacks, when I should come to have any
               Quantity of it.</p>
            <p>Having master'd this Difficulty, and employ'd a World of Time about it, I bestirr'd
               my self to see if possible how to supply two Wants: I had no Vessels to hold any
               Thing that was Liquid, except two Runlets which were almost
               full of Rum, and some Glass-Bottles, some of the common Size, and others which were
                  <ref target="casebottle_" corresp="casebottle">Case-Bottles-Square</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="casebottle" target="casebottle_" type="gloss">A bottle with a square-shaped base, often used for gin</note>, for
               the holding of Waters, Spirits, <hi rend="italic">&amp;c.</hi> I had not so much as a Pot to boil
               any Thing, except a great Kettle, which I sav'd out of the Ship, and which was too
               big for such Use as I desir'd it, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> To make Broth, and stew a Bit of Meat
               by it self. The Second Thing I would <ref target="fain2_" corresp="fain2">fain</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="fain2" target="fain2_" type="gloss">Eagerly, gladly</note> have had, was a Tobacco-Pipe; but it was
               impossible to me to <pb n="127"/> make one, however, I
               found a Contrivance for that too at last.</p>
            <p>I employ'd my self in Planting my Second Rows of Stakes or Piles and in this
                  <hi rend="italic">Wicker</hi> working all the Summer, or dry Season, when another Business took
               me up more Time than it could be imagin'd I could spare.</p>
            <head> <ref target="Audio10_" corresp="Audio10">[Audio File]</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Audio10" target="Audio10_">
                                <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/defoe-crusoe/soundFiles/robinsoncrusoe_10_defoe_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Mark F. Smith</note>
                        </head>
            <p>I mention'd before, That I had a great Mind to see the whole Island, and that I had
               travell'd up the Brook, and so on to where I built my Bower, and where I had an
               Opening quite to the Sea on the other Side of the Island; I now resolv'd to travel
               quite Cross to the Sea-Shore on that Side; so taking my Gun, a Hatchet, and my Dog,
               and a larger Quantity of Powder and Shot than usual, with two Bisket Cakes, and a
               great Bunch of Raisins in my Pouch for my Store, I began my Journey; when I had
               pass'd the Vale where my Bower stood as above, I came within View of the Sea, to the
                  <hi rend="italic">West,</hi> and it being a very clear Day, I fairly descry'd Land, whether an
               Island or a Continent, I could not tell; but it lay very high, extending from the
                  <hi rend="italic">West,</hi> to the <ref target="wsw_" corresp="wsw">W. S. W.</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="wsw" target="wsw_" type="gloss">West-southwest</note> at a very great Distance; by my Guess it could not be less
               than Fifteen or Twenty Leagues of.</p>
            <p>I could not tell what Part of the World this might be, otherwise than that I know it
               must be Part of <hi rend="italic">America,</hi> and as I concluded by all my Observations, must be
               near the <ref target="dominions_" corresp="dominions">Spanish</ref> Dominions<note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="dominions" target="dominions_" type="gloss">Spain's colonies at this time included Venezuela and Colombia, so
                  Crusoe's island is probably located off the northern coast of South
                  America.</note>, and perhaps was all Inhabited by Savages, where if I should have
               landed, I had been in a worse Condition than I was now; and therefore I acquiesced in the Dispositions of Providence, which I began now to own, and to believe, order'd every Thing for the
               best; I say, I quieted my Mind with this, and left afflicting my self with Fruitless
               Wishes of being there.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="128"/>Besides, after some Pause upon this Affair, I
               consider'd, that if this Land was the <hi rend="italic">Spanish</hi> Coast, I should certainly, one
               Time or other, see some Vessel pass or re-pass one Way or other; but if not, then it
               was the <hi rend="italic">Savage</hi> Coast between the <hi rend="italic">Spanish</hi> Country and
                  <hi rend="italic">Brasils,</hi> which are indeed the worst of <hi rend="italic">Savages</hi>; for they are
                  <ref target="cannibal_" corresp="cannibal">Cannibals</ref>, or Men-eaters<note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="cannibal" target="cannibal_" type="gloss">The portrayal of aboriginal cultures as savage or alien has an ample precedent:
                  Herodotus describes a mythical race of man-eating "androphagi," and Shakespeare's
                  Othello talks of encountering "The Cannibals that each other eat, / The
                  Anthropophagi and men whose heads / Do grow beneath their shoulders"
                  (I.iii.143-145)</note>, and fail not to murther and devour all the humane Bodies
               that fall into their Hands.</p>
            <p>With these Considerations I walk'd very leisurely forward, I
               found that Side of the Island where I now was, much pleasanter than mine, the open or
                  <hi rend="italic">Savanna</hi> Fields sweet, adorn'd with Flowers and Grass, and full of very
               fine Woods. I saw Abundance of Parrots, and fain I would
               have caught one, if possible to have kept it to be tame, and taught it to speak to
               me. I did, after some Pains taking, catch a young Parrot, for I knock'd it down with
               a Stick, and having recover'd it, I brought it home; but it was some Years before I
               could make him speak: However, at last I taught him to call me by my Name very
               familiarly: But the Accident that follow'd, tho' it be a
               Trifle, will be very diverting in its Place.</p>
            <p>I was exceedingly diverted with this Journey: I found in the low Grounds Hares, as I
               thought them to be, and Foxes, but they differ'd greatly from all the other Kinds I
               had met with; nor could I satisfy my self to eat them, tho' I kill'd several: But I
               had no Need to be ventrous; for I had no Want of Food, and of that which was very
               good too; especially these three Sorts, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> Goats, Pidgeons, and Turtle or Tortoise; which, added to my Grapes,
                  <ref target="leadenhall_" corresp="leadenhall">Leaden-hall</ref> Market <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="leadenhall" target="leadenhall_" type="gloss">A covered market in Gracechurch Street, London, dating from the
                  fourteenth century</note> could not have furnish'd a
               Table better than I, in Proportion to the Company; and tho' my Case was deplorable
                  enough, yet I had great Cause for Thankfulness, <pb n="129"/> that I was not driven to any Extremities for
               Food; but rather Plenty, even to Dainties.</p>
            <p>I never travell'd in this Journey above two Miles outright in a Day, or thereabouts;
               but I took so many Turns and Returns, to see what Discoveries I could make, that I
               came weary enough to the Place where I resolv'd to sit down for all Night; and then I
               either repos'd my self in a Tree, or surrounded my self with
               a Row of Stakes set upright in the Ground, either from one Tree to another, or so as
               no wild Creature could come at me, without waking me.</p>
            <p>As soon as I came to the Sea Shore, I was surpriz'd to see
               that I had taken up my Lot on the worst Side of the Island; for here indeed the Shore
               was cover'd with innumerable Turtles, whereas on the other Side I had found but three
               in a Year and half. Here was also an infinite Number of Fowls, of many Kinds, some
               which I had seen, and some which I had not seen of before, and many of them very good
               Meat; but such as I knew not the Names of, except those call'd <ref target="penguin_" corresp="penguin">Penguins.</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="penguin" target="penguin_" type="gloss">Humboldt penguins are a species
                  native to Chile and Peru</note>
            </p>
            <p>I could have shot as many as I pleas'd, but was very sparing of my Powder and Shot;
               and therefore had more Mind to kill a she Goat, if I could, which I could better feed
               on; and though there were many Goats here more than on my Side the Island, yet it was
               with much more Difficulty that I could come near them, the Country being flat and
               even, and they saw me much sooner than when I was on the Hill.</p>
            <p>I confess this Side of the Country was much pleasanter than mine, but yet I had not
               the least Inclination to remove; for as I was fix'd in my Habitation, it became natural to me, and I seem'd all the while I was here, to be as
               it were upon a Journey, and from Home: However, I travell'd
               along <pb n="130"/> the Shore of the Sea, towards the
                  <hi rend="italic">East,</hi> I suppose about twelve Miles; and then setting up a great Pole upon
               the Shore for a Mark, I concluded I would go Home again; and that the next Journey I
               took should be on the other Side of the Island, <hi rend="italic">East</hi> from my Dwelling, and
               so round till I came to my Post again: Of which in its Place.</p>
            <p>I took another Way to come back than that I went, thinking I could easily keep all
               the Island so much in my View, that I could not miss finding my first Dwelling by
               viewing the Country; but I found my self mistaken; for being come about two or three
               Miles, I found my self descended into a very large Valley; but so surrounded with
               Hills, and those Hills cover'd with Wood, that I could not see which was my Way by
               any Direction but that of the Sun, nor even then, unless I knew very well the
               Position of the Sun at that Time of the Day.</p>
            <p>It happen'd to my farther Misfortune, That the Weather prov'd hazey for three or four
               Days, while I was in this Valley; and not being able to see the Sun, I wander'd about
               very uncomfortably, and at last was oblig'd to find out the Sea Side, look for my
               Post, and come back the same Way I went; and then by easy Journies I turn'd Homeward,
               the Weather being exceeding hot, and my Gun, Ammunition,
               Hatchet, and other Things very heavy.</p>
            <p>In this Journey my Dog surpriz'd a young Kid, and seiz'd upon it, and I running in to
               take hold of it, caught it, and sav'd it alive from the Dog: I had a great Mind to
               bring it Home if I could; for I had often been musing, Whether it might not be
               possible to get a Kid or two, and so raise a Breed of tame Goats, which might supply
               me when my Powder and Shot should be all spent.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="131"/>I made a Collar to this little Creature, and
               with a String which I made of some Rope-Yarn, which I always carry'd about me, I led
               him along, tho' with some Difficulty, till I came to my Bower, and there I enclos'd
               him, and left him; for I was very impatient to be at Home, from whence I had been
               absent above a Month.</p>
            <p>I cannot express what a Satisfaction it was to me, to come into my old Hutch, and lye
               down in my Hamock-Bed: This little wandring Journey, without settled Place of Abode,
               had been so unpleasant to me, that my own House, as I call'd
               it to my self, was a perfect Settlement to me, compar'd to
               that; and it rendred every Thing about me so comfortable, that I resolv'd I would
               never go a great Way from it again, while it should be my Lot to stay on the
               Island.</p>
            <p>I repos'd my self here a Week, to rest and regale my self after my long Journey;
               during which, most of the Time was taken up in the weighty Affair of making a Cage
               for my <ref target="poll_" corresp="poll">Poll</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="poll" target="poll_" type="gloss">So
                  Crusoe names his parrot (a shortened form of "Polly")</note>, who began now to be
               a meer Domestick, and to be mighty well acquainted with me. Then I began to think of
               the poor Kid, which I had penn'd in within my little Circle, and resolv'd to go and
               fetch it Home, or give it some Food; accordingly I went, and found it where I left
               it; for indeed it could not get out, but almost starv'd for want of Food: I went and
               cut Bows of Trees, and Branches of such Shrubs as I could find, and threw it over,
               and having fed it, I ty'd it as I did before, to lead it away; but it was so tame
               with being hungry, that I had no need to have ty'd it; for it follow'd me like a Dog;
               and as I continually fed it, the Creature be&gt;came so loving, so gentle, and so fond,
               that it became from that Time one of my Domesticks also, and would never leave me
               afterwards.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="132"/>The rainy Season of the <ref target="equinox_" corresp="equinox">Autumnal Equinox</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="equinox" target="equinox_" type="gloss">Occurring between September 22-24,
                  depending on the year</note> was now come, and I kept the 30th of <hi rend="italic">Sept.</hi>
               in the same solemn Manner as before, being the Anniversary
               of my Landing on the Island, having now been there two Years, and no more Prospect of
               being deliver'd, than the first Day I came there. I spent the whole Day in humble and
               thankful Acknowledgments of the many wonderful Mercies which my Solitary Condition
               was attended with, and without which it might have been infinitely more miserable. I
               gave humble and hearty Thanks that God had been pleas'd to discover to me, even that
               it was possible I might be more happy in this Solitary Condition, than I should have
               been in a Liberty of Society, and in all the Pleasures of the World. That he could
               fully make up to me, the Deficiencies of my Solitary State, and the want of Humane
                  Society by his Presence, and the Communications of his
               Grace to my Soul, supporting, comforting, and encouraging me to depend upon his
               Providence here, and hope for his Eternal Presence hereafter.</p>
            <p>It was now that I began sensibly to feel how much more happy this Life I now led was,
               with all its miserable Circumstances, than the wicked, cursed, abominable Life I led
               all the past Part of my Days; and now I chang'd both my Sorrows and my Joys; my very
               Desires alter'd, my Affections chang'd their Gusts, and my
               Delights were perfectly new, from what they were at my first Coming, or indeed for the two Years past.</p>
            <p>Before, as I walk'd about, either on my Hunting, or for
               viewing the Country; the Anguish of my Soul at my Condition, would break out upon me
               on a sudden, and my very Heart would die within me, to think of the Woods, the
               Mountains, the Desarts I was in; and how I was a Prisoner lock'd up with the Eternal
               Bars and Bolts of the <pb n="133"/> Ocean, in an
               uninhabited Wilderness, without Redemption: In the midst of
               the greatest Composures of my Mind, this would break out upon me like a Storm, and
               make me wring my Hands, and weep like a Child: Sometimes it would take me in the
               middle of my Work, and I would immediately sit down and sigh, and look upon the
               Ground for an Hour or two together; and this was still worse to me; for if I could
               burst out into Tears, or vent my self by Words, it would go off, and the Grief having
               exhausted it self would abate.</p>
            <p>But now I began to exercise my self with new Thoughts; I daily read the Word of God,
               and apply'd all the Comforts of it to my present State: One
               Morning being very sad, I open'd the Bible upon these Words, <ref target="hebrews_" corresp="hebrews">I will never, never leave thee, nor forsake thee</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="hebrews" target="hebrews_" type="gloss">Hebrews 13:5</note>; immediately it occurr'd, That these Words were to me, Why
               else should they be directed in such a Manner, just at the
               Moment when I was mourning over my Condition, as one forsaken of God and Man? Well
               then, said I, if God does not forsake me, of what ill Consequence can it be, or what
               matters it, though the World should all forsake me, seeing on the other Hand, if I
               had all the World, and should lose the Favour and Blessing
               of God, there wou'd be no Comparison in the Loss.</p>
            <p>From this Moment I began to conclude in my Mind, That it was possible for me to be
               more happy in this forsaken Solitary Condition, than it was probable I should ever
               have been in any other Particular State in the World; and with this Thought I was
               going to give Thanks to God for bringing me to this Place.</p>
            <p>I know not what it was, but something shock'd my Mind at that Thought, and I durst
               not speak the Words: How canst thou be such a Hypocrite, <pb n="134"/> (said I, even audibly) to pretend to be thankful for a
               Condition, which however thou may'st endeavour to be
               contented with, thou would'st rather pray heartily to be deliver'd from; so I stopp'd
               there: But though I could not say, I thank'd God for being there; yet I sincerely
               gave Thanks to God for opening my Eyes, by whatever afflicting Providences, to see
               the former Condition of my Life, and to mourn for my Wickedness, and repent. I never open'd the Bible, or shut it, but my very Soul
               within me, bless'd God for directing my Friend in <hi rend="italic">England,</hi> without any Order
               of mine, to pack it up among my Goods; and for assisting me afterwards to save it out
               of the Wreck of the Ship.</p>
            <p>Thus, and in this Disposition of Mind, I began my third Year; and tho' I have not
               given the Reader the Trouble of so particular Account of my
               Works this Year as the first; yet in General it may be observ'd, That I was very
               seldom idle; but having regularly divided my Time, according to the several daily
               Employments that were before me, such as, <hi rend="italic">First,</hi> My Duty to God, and the
                  Reading the Scriptures, which I constantly set apart some
               Time for thrice every Day. <hi rend="italic">Secondly,</hi> The going Abroad with my Gun for Food,
               which generally took me up three Hours in every Morning, when it did not Rain.
                  <hi rend="italic">Thirdly,</hi> The ordering, curing, preserving, and cooking what I had kill'd
               or catch'd for my Supply; these took up great Part of the Day; also it is to be
               considered that the middle of the Day when the Sun was in the <hi rend="italic">Zenith,</hi> the
               Violence of the Heat was too great to stir out; so that about four Hours in the Evening was all the Time I could be suppos'd to work in;
               with this Exception, That sometimes I chang'd my Hours of
               Hunting and Working, and went to work in the <pb n="135"/>
               Morning, and Abroad with my Gun in the Afternoon.</p>
            <p>To this short Time allow'd for Labour, I desire may be added the exceeding
               Laboriousness of my Work; the many Hours which for want of Tools, want of Help, and
               want of Skill; every Thing I did, took up out of my Time: For Example, I was full two
               and forty Days making me a Board for a long Shelf, which I wanted in my Cave; whereas
               two Sawyers with their Tools, and a Saw-Pit, would have cut six of them out of the
               same Tree in half a Day.</p>
            <p>My Case was this, It was to be a large Tree, which was to be cut down, because my
               Board was to be a broad one. This Tree I was three Days a cutting down, and two more
               cutting off the Bows, and reducing it to a Log, or Piece of Timber. With inexpressible hacking and hewing I reduc'd both
               the Sides of it into Chips, till it begun to be light enough
               to move; than I turn'd it, and made one Side of it smooth, and flat, as a Board from
               End to End; then turning that Side downward, cut the other Side, till I brought the
               Plank to be about three Inches thick, and smooth on both Sides. Any one may judge the
               Labour of my Hands in such a Piece of Work; but Labour and Patience carry'd me
               through that and many other Things: I only observe this in Particular, to shew, The
               Reason why so much of my Time went away with so little Work, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> That what
               might be a little to be done with Help and Tools, was a vast Labour, and requir'd a
               prodigious Time to do alone, and by hand.</p>
            <p>But notwithstanding this, with Patience and Labour I went through many Things; and
               indeed every Thing that my Circumstances made necessary to
               me to do, as will appear by what follows.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="136"/>I was now, in the Months of <hi rend="italic">November</hi>
               and <hi rend="italic">December,</hi> expecting my Crop of Barley and Rice.
               The Ground I had manur'd or dug up for them was not great; for as I observ'd, my Seed
               of each was not above the Quantity of half a Peck; for I had lost one whole Crop by
               sowing in the dry Season; but now my Crop promis'd very well, when on a sudden I
               found I was in Danger of losing it all again by Enemies of
               several Sorts, which it was scarce possible to keep from it; as First, The Goats, and
               wild Creatures which I call'd Hares, who tasting the Sweetness of the Blade, lay in
               it Night and Day, as soon as it came up, and eat it so close, that it could get no
               Time to shoot up into Stalk.</p>
            <p>This I saw no Remedy for, but by making an Enclosure about it with a Hedge, which I
               did with a great deal of Toil; and the more, because it requir'd Speed. However, as
               my Arable Land was but small, suited to my Crop, I got it totally well fenc'd, in
               about three Weeks Time; and shooting some of the Creatures in the Day Time, I set my
               Dog to guard it in the Night, tying him up to a Stake at the Gate, where he would
               stand and bark all Night long; so in a little Time the Enemies forsook the Place, and
               the Corn grew very strong, and well, and began to ripen
               apace.</p>
            <p>But as the Beasts ruined me before, while my Corn was in the Blade; so the Birds were
               as likely to ruin me now, when it was in the Ear; for going
               along by the Place to see how it throve, I saw my little Crop surrounded with Fowls
               of I know not how many sorts, who stood as it were watching
               till I should be gone: I immediately let fly among them (for
               I always had my Gun with me) I had no sooner shot but there rose up a a little <pb n="137"/> Cloud of Fowls, which I had not seen at all,
               from among the Corn it self.</p>
            <p>This touch'd me sensibly, for I foresaw, that in a few Days they would devour all my
               Hopes, that I should be starv'd, and never be able to raise a Crop at all, and what
               to do I could not tell: However I resolv'd not to loose my Corn, if possible, tho' I
               should watch it Night and Day. In the first Place, I went among it to see what Damage
               was already done, and found they had spoil'd a good deal of it, but that as it was
               yet too Green for them, the Loss was not so great, but that the Remainder was like to be a good Crop if it could be sav'd.</p>
            <p>I staid by it to load my Gun, and then coming away I could easily see the Thieves
               sitting upon all the Trees about me, as if they only waited till I was gone away, and
               the Event proved it to be so; for as I walk'd off as if I was gone, I was no sooner
               out of their sight, but they dropt down one by one into the Corn again. I was so
               provok'd that I could not have Patience to stay till more came on, knowing that every
               Grain that they eat now, was, <hi rend="italic">as it might be said,</hi> a <ref target="peckloaf_" corresp="peckloaf">Peck-loaf</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="peckloaf" target="peckloaf_" type="gloss">A two-gallon loaf; Crusoe's crop
                  is so small to begin with, that every grain the birds eat is a significant
                  loss</note> to me in the Consequence; but coming up to the Hedge, I fir'd again,
               and kill'd three of them. This was what I wish'd for; so I took them up, and serv'd
               them <ref target="served_" corresp="served">as we serve notorious Thieves in
                     <hi rend="italic">England</hi>, (viz.) Hang'd them in Chains for a Terror to others
                  </ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="served" target="served_" type="gloss">As late as the eighteenth century, the heads of executed criminals
                  were displayed on pikes at the southern gatehouse of London bridge.</note>; it is
               impossible to imagine almost, that this should have such an Effect, as it had; for
               the Fowls wou'd not only not come at the Corn, but in short they forsook all that
               Part of the Island, and I could never see a Bird near the Place as long as my
               Scare-Crows hung there.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="138"/>This I was very glad of, you may be sure, and
                  about the latter end of <hi rend="italic">December,</hi> which was our
                  second Harvest of the Year, I reap'd my Crop.</p>
            <p>I was sadly put to it for a Scythe or a Sicle to cut it down, and all I could do was
               to make one as well as I could out of one of the Broad Swords or Cutlasses, which I
               sav'd among the Arms out of the Ship. However, as my first Crop was but small I had
               no great Difficulty to cut it down; in short, I reap'd it my Way, for I cut nothing
               off but the Ears, and carry'd it away in a great Basket which I had made, and so
               rubb'd it out with my Hands; and at the End of all my Harvesting, I found that out of
               my half Peck of Seed, I had near two Bushels of Rice, and above two Bushels and half
               of Barley, <hi rend="italic">that is to say,</hi> by my Guess, for I had
               no Measure at that time.</p>
            <p>However, this was a great Encouragement to me, and I foresaw that in time, it wou'd
               please God to supply me with Bread: And yet here I was perplex'd again, for I neither
               knew how to grind or make Meal of my Corn, or indeed how to clean it and part it; nor
               if made into Meal, how to make Bread of it, and if how to make it, yet I knew not how
               to bake it; these things being added to my Desire of having a good Quantity for
               Store, and to secure a constant Supply, I resolv'd not to taste any of this Crop but
               to preserve it all for Seed against the next Season, and in the mean time to employ
               all my Study and Hours of Working to accomplish this great
               Work of Providing my self with Corn and Bread.</p>
            <p>It might be truly said, that now I work'd for my Bread; 'tis a little wonderful, and
               what I believe few People have thought much upon,
                  (<hi rend="italic">viz.</hi>) the strange multitude of little Things necessary in the <pb n="139"/> Providing, Producing, Curing, Dressing, Making
               and Finishing this one Article of Bread.</p>
            <p>I that was reduced to a meer State of Nature, found this to my daily Discouragement,
               and was made more and more sensible of it every Hour, even after I had got the first
               Handful of Seed-Corn, which, as I have said, came up unexpectedly, and indeed to a surprize.</p>
            <p>First, I had no Plow to turn up the Earth, no Spade or Shovel to dig it. Well, this I
               conquer'd, by making a wooden Spade, as I observ'd before; but this did my Work in
               but a wooden manner, and tho' it cost me a great many Days to make it, yet for want
               of Iron it not only wore out the sooner, but made my Work the harder, and made it be
               perform'd much worse.</p>
            <p>However this I bore with, and was content to work it out with Patience, and bear with
               the badness of the Performance. When the Corn was sow'd, I
               had no <ref target="harrow_" corresp="harrow">Harrow</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="harrow" target="harrow_" type="gloss">A
                  very large frame set with iron teeth that is dragged over arable land to break up
                  clods of earth</note>, but was forced to go over it my
               self and drag a great heavy Bough of a Tree over it, to Scratch it, as it may be
               call'd, rather than Rake or Harrow it.</p>
            <p>When it was growing and grown, I have observ'd already, how
               many things I wanted, to Fence it, Secure it, Mow or Reap it, Cure and Carry it Home,
                  <ref target="thrash_" corresp="thrash">Thrash</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="thrash" target="thrash_" type="gloss">Threshing, or the process of separating the seeds of corn from the husks</note>,
               Part it from the Chaff, and Save it. Then I wanted a Mill to Grind it, Sieves to
               Dress it, Yeast and Salt to make it into Bread, and an Oven to bake it, and yet all
               these things I did without, as shall be observ'd; and yet the Corn was an inestimable
               Comfort and Advantage to me too. All this, as I said, made
               every thing laborious and tedious to me, but that there was no help for; neither was
               my time so much Loss to me, because as I had divided it, a certain Part of it was
               every Day appointed to <pb n="140"/> these Works; and as I
               resolv'd to use none of the Corn for Bread till I had a greater Quantity by me, I had
               the next six Months to apply my self wholly by Labour and Invention to furnish my
               self with Utensils proper for the performing all the Operations necessary for the
               making the Corn (when I had it) fit for my use.</p>
            <head> <ref target="Audio11_" corresp="Audio11">[Audio File]</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Audio11" target="Audio11_">
                                <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/defoe-crusoe/soundFiles/robinsoncrusoe_11_defoe_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Mark F. Smith</note>
                        </head>
            <p>But first, I was to prepare more Land, for I had now Seed enough to sow above an Acre
               of Ground. Before I did this, I had a Weeks-work at least to make me a Spade, which
               when it was done was but a sorry one indeed, and very heavy, and requir'd double
               Labour to work with it; however I went thro' that, and sow'd my Seed in two large
               flat Pieces of Ground, as near my House as I could find them <ref target="tomind_" corresp="tomind">to my Mind</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="tomind" target="tomind_" type="gloss">To my liking</note>, and fenc'd them
               in with a good Hedge, the Stakes of which were all cut of that Wood which I had set
               before, and knew it would grow, so that in one Year's time I knew I should have a
               Quick or Living-Hedge, that would want but little Repair. This Work was not so little
               as to take me up less than three Months, because great Part of that time was of the
               wet Season, when I could not go abroad.</p>
            <p>Within Doors, <hi rend="italic">that is,</hi> when it rained, and I could not go out, I found
               Employment on the following Occasions; always observing,
               that all the while I was at work I diverted my self with talking to my Parrot, and teaching him to Speak, and I quickly learn'd him to know his
               own Name, and at last to speak it out pretty loud POLL, which was the first Word I
               ever heard spoken in the Island by any Mouth but my own. This therefore was not my
               Work, but an <ref target="assistant_" corresp="assistant">assistant to my
                  Work</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="assistant" target="assistant_" type="gloss">Crusoe's conversations with the parrot are
                  recreational, rather than work</note>, for now, as I said, I had a great Employment upon my Hands, as follows, (<hi rend="italic">viz.</hi>) I had <pb n="141"/> long study'd by some Means or other, to make
               my self some Earthen Vessels, which indeed I wanted sorely, but knew not where to
               come at them: However, considering the Heat of the Climate,
               I did not doubt but if I could find out any such Clay, I might botch up some such
               Pot, as might, being dry'd in the Sun, be hard enough, and strong enough to bear
               handling, and to hold any Thing that was dry, and requir'd to be kept so; and as this
               was necessary in the preparing Corn, Meal, <hi rend="italic">&amp;c.</hi> which was the Thing I was
                  upon, I resolv'd to make some as large as I could, and
               fit only to stand like Jarrs to hold what should be put into them.</p>
            <p>It would make the Reader pity me, or rather laugh at me, to tell how many awkward
               ways I took to raise this Paste, what odd mishapen ugly things I made, how many of
               them fell in, and how many fell out, the Clay not being stiff enough to bear its own
               Weight; how many crack'd by the over violent Heat of the Sun, being set out too
               hastily; and how many fell in pieces with only removing, as
               well before as after they were dry'd; and in a word, how after having labour'd hard
               to find the Clay, to dig it, to temper it, to bring it home and work it; I could not
               make above two large earthen ugly things, I cannot call them Jarrs, in about two
               Months Labour.</p>
            <p>However, as the Sun bak'd these Two, very dry and hard, I lifted them very gently up,
               and set them down again in two great Wicker-Baskets which I had made on purpose for
               them, that they might not break, and as between the Pot and the Basket there was a
               little room to spare, I stuff'd it full of the Rice and Barley Straw, and these two
               Pots being to stand always dry, I thought would <pb n="142" facs="tcp:0653600100:146"/> hold my dry Corn, and perhaps the Meal, when the Corn was <ref target="bruised_" corresp="bruised">bruised</ref>. <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="bruised" target="bruised_" type="gloss">Ground</note>
            </p>
            <p>Tho' I miscarried so much in my Design for large Pots, yet I made several smaller
               things with better Success, such as little round Pots, flat Dishes, Pitchers and <ref target="pipkin_" corresp="pipkin">Pipkins</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="pipkin" target="pipkin_" type="gloss">Small earthenware pots</note>, and any things my Hand turn'd to, and the Heat of
               the Sun bak'd them strangely hard.</p>
            <p>But all this would not answer my End, which was to get an earthen Pot to hold what
               was Liquid, and bear the Fire, which none of these could do.
               It happen'd after some time, making a pretty large Fire for cooking my Meat, when I
               went to put it out after I had done with it, I found a broken Piece of one of my Earthen-ware Vessels in the Fire, burnt as hard as a Stone,
               and red as a Tile. I was agreeably suppris'd to see it, and said to my self, that
               certainly they might be made to burn whole if they would burn broken.</p>
            <p>This set me to studying how to order my Fire, so as to make it burn me some Pots. I
               had no Notion of a Kiln, such as the Potters burn in, or of glazing them with Lead,
               tho' I had some Lead to do it with; but I plac'd three large Pipkins, and two or three Pots in a Pile one upon another, and
               plac'd my Fire-wood all round it with a great Heap of Embers under them, I ply'd the
               Fire with fresh Fuel round the out-side, and upon the top, till I saw the Pots in the
               inside red hot quite thro', and observ'd that they did not crack at all; when I saw
               them clear red, I let them stand in that Heat about 5 or 6 Hours, till I found one of
               them, tho' it did not crack, did melt or run, for the Sand which was mixed with the
               Clay melted by the violence of the Heat, and would have run into Glass if I had gone
               on, so I slack'd my Fire gradually till the Pots began to abate of the red <pb n="143"/> Colour, and watching them all Night, that I
               might not let the Fire abate too fast, in the Morning I had three very good, I will
               not say handsome Pipkins; and two other Earthen Pots, as
               hard burnt as cou'd be desir'd; and one of them perfectly glaz'd with the Running of
               the Sand.</p>
            <p>After this Experiment, I need not say that I wanted no sort of Earthen Ware for my
               Use; but I must needs say, as to the Shapes of them, they were very indifferent, as
               any one may suppose, when I had no way of making them; but as the Children make
               Dirt-Pies, or as a Woman would make Pies, that never learn'd to <ref target="past_" corresp="past">raise Past</ref>.<note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="past" target="past_" type="gloss">To make pastry</note>
            </p>
            <p>No Joy at a Thing of so mean a Nature was ever equal to mine, when I found I had made
               an Earthen Pot that would bear the Fire; and I had hardly Patience to stay till they
               were cold, before I set one upon the Fire again, with some Water in it, to boil me
               some Meat, which it did admirably well; and with a Piece of a Kid, I made some very
               good Broth, though I wanted Oatmeal, and several other Ingredients, requisite to make
               it so good as I would have had it been.</p>
            <p>My next Concern was, to get me a Stone Mortar, to stamp or beat some Corn in; for as
               to the Mill, there was no thought at arriving to that Perfection of Art, with one Pair of Hands. To supply this Want I was at a great Loss;
               for of all Trades in the World I was as perfectly unqualify'd for a Stone-cutter, as
               for any whatever; neither had I any Tools to go about it with. I spent many a Day to
               find out a great Stone big enough to cut hollow, and make fit for a Mortar, and could
               find none at all; except what was in the solid Rock, and which I had no way to dig or
               cut out; nor indeed were the Rocks in the Island of Hardness
                  sufficient, but were all of a sandy crumbling Stone, <pb n="144"/> which neither would bear the Weight of a heavy
               Pestle, or would break the Corn without filling it with Sand; so after a great deal
               of Time lost in searching for a Stone, I gave it over, and resolv'd to look out for a
               great Block of hard Wood, which I found indeed much easier; and getting one as big as
               I had Strength to stir, I rounded it, and form'd it in the Out-side with my Axe and
               Hatchet, and then with the Help of Fire, and infinite Labour, made a hollow Place in
               it, as the <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> in <hi rend="italic">Brasil</hi> make their <hi rend="italic">Canoes.</hi> After
               this, I made a great heavy Pestle or Beater, of the Wood
               call'd the Iron-wood, and this I prepar'd and laid by <ref target="against_" corresp="against">against</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="against" target="against_" type="gloss">Until</note> I had my next Crop of
               Corn, when I propos'd to my self, to grind, or rather pound my Corn into Meal to make
               my Bread.</p>
            <p>My next Difficulty was to make a Sieve, or <ref target="search_" corresp="search">Search</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="search" target="search_" type="gloss">Searce; another word for a sieve</note>, to dress my
                  Meal<note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="bran" target="bran_" type="gloss">Separate the grain from the chaff</note>, and to <ref target="bran_" corresp="bran">part it from the Bran, and the Husk</ref>, without which I did not
               see it possible I could have any Bread. This was a most difficult Thing, so much as
               but to think on; for to be sure I had nothing like the necessary Thing to make it; I
               mean fine thin Canvas, or Stuff, to search the Meal through. And here I was at a full
               Stop for many Months; nor did I really know what to do;
               Linnen I had none left, but what was meer Rags; I had Goats Hair, but neither knew I how to weave it, or spin it; and had I known
               how, here was no Tools to work it with; all the Remedy that I found for this, was,
               That at last I did remember I had among the Seamens Cloaths which were sav'd out of
               the Ship, some Neckcloths of Callicoe, or Muslin; and with some Pieces of these, I
               made three small Sieves, but proper enough for the Work; and thus I made shift for
               some Years; how I did afterwards, I shall shew in its Place.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="145"/>The baking Part was the next Thing to be consider'd, and how I should make Bread when I came to have
               Corn; for first I had no <ref target="yeast_" corresp="yeast">Yeast</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="yeast" target="yeast_" type="gloss">While
                  yeast is necessary to make leavened bread rise, it is still possible to make
                  unleavened, flatter bread without it</note>; as to that Part, as there was no
               supplying the Want, so I did not concern my self much about it: But for an Oven, I
               was indeed in great Pain; at length I found out an Experiment for that also, which
               was this; I made some Earthen Vessels very broad, but not deep; that is to say, about
               two Foot Diameter, and not above nine Inches deep; these I
               burnt in the Fire, as I had done the other, and laid them by; and when I wanted to
               bake, I made a great Fire upon my Hearth, which I had pav'd with some square Tiles of
               my own making, and burning also; but I should not call them square.</p>
            <p>When the Fire-wood was burnt pretty much into Embers, or
               live Coals, I drew them forward upon this Hearth, so as to cover it all over, and
               there I let them lye, till the Hearth was very hot, then sweeping away all the
               Embers, I set down my Loaf, or Loaves, and whelming down the Earthen Pot upon them,
               drew the Embers all round the Out-side of the Pot, to keep in, and add to the Heat;
               and thus, as well as in the best Oven in the World, I bak'd my Barley Loaves, and
               became in little Time a meer Pastry-Cook into the Bargain; for I made my self several
               Cakes of the Rice, and <ref target="pudding_" corresp="pudding">Puddings</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="pudding" target="pudding_" type="gloss">In
                  Britain, pudding can refer to a number of sweet and savory dishes, including
                  desserts and various types of sausages made from entrails. Here, it refers to a
                  sweetened bread.</note>; indeed I made no Pies, neither had I any Thing to put
               into them, supposing I had, except the Flesh either of Fowls
               or Goats.</p>
            <p>It need not be wondred at, if all these Things took me up most Part of the third Year
               of my Abode here; for it is to be observ'd, That in the Intervals of these Things, I had my new Harvest and Husbandry
               to manage; for I reap'd my Corn in its Season, and carry'd it Home as well as I
               could, and laid it up in the Ear, in my large Baskets, till I had <pb n="146"/> Time to <ref target="rubitout_" corresp="rubitout">rub
                  it out</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="rubitout" target="rubitout_" type="gloss">To remove the seed from the husk</note>; for I had
               no Floor to thrash it on, or Instrument to thrash it with.</p>
            <p>And now indeed my Stock of Corn increasing, I really wanted to build my Barns bigger.
               I wanted a Place to lay it up in; for the Increase of the Corn now yielded me so
               much, that I had of the Barley about twenty Bushels, and of the Rice as much, or
               more; insomuch, that now I resolv'd to begin to use it freely; for my Bread had been
               quite gone a great while; Also I resolved to see what Quantity would be sufficient
               for me a whole Year, and to sow but once a Year.</p>
            <p>Upon the whole, I found that the forty Bushels of Barley and Rice, was much more than
               I could consume in a Year; so I resolv'd to sow just the same Quantity every Year,
               that I sow'd the last, in Hopes that such a Quantity would fully provide me with
               Bread, <hi rend="italic">&amp;c.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>All the while these Things were doing, you may be sure my Thoughts run many times
               upon the Prospect of Land which I had seen from the other Side of the Island, and I
               was not without secret Wishes that I were on Shore there, fancying the seeing the main Land, and in an inhabited Country, I might find
               some Way or other to convey my self farther, and perhaps at last find some Means of
               Escape.</p>
            <p>But all this while I made no Allowance for the Dangers of such a Condition, and how I
               might fall into the Hands of Savages, and perhaps such as I might have Reason to
               think far worse than the Lions and Tigers of
                  <hi rend="italic">Africa.</hi> That if I once came into their Power, I
               should run a Hazard more than a thousand to one of being kill'd, and perhaps of being eaten; for I had heard that the People of the
                  <hi rend="italic">Carribean</hi> Coast were Canibals, or Man-eaters; and I knew by the Latiude
               that I could not be far off <pb n="147"/> from that Shore.
               That suppose they were not Canibals, yet that they might
               kill me, as many <hi rend="italic">Europeans</hi> who had fallen into their Hands had been serv'd,
               even when they had been ten or twenty together; much more I that was but one, and
               could make little or no Defence: All these Things, I say,
               which I ought to have consider'd well of, and did cast up in my Thoughts afterwards,
               yet took up none of my Apprehensions at first; but my Head run mightily upon the
               Thought of getting over to the Shore.</p>
            <p>Now I wish'd for my Boy <hi rend="italic">Xury,</hi> and the long Boat, with the Shoulder of Mutton
               Sail, with which I sail'd above a thousand Miles on the Coast of <hi rend="italic">Africk</hi>; but
               this was in vain. Then I thought I would go and look at our Ship's Boat, which, as I
               have said, was blown up upon the Shore, a great Way in the Storm, when we were first
               cast away. She lay almost where she did at first, but not quite; and was turn'd by
               the Force of the Waves and the Winds almost Bottom upward, against a high Ridge of
               Beachy rough Sand; but no Water about her as before.</p>
            <p>If I had had Hands to have refitted her, and to have launch'd her into the Water, the
               Boat would have done well enough, and I might have gone back into the
                  <hi rend="italic">Brasils</hi> with her easily enough; but I might have foreseen, That I could
               no more turn her, and set her upright upon her Bottom, than I could remove the
               Island: However, I went to the Woods, and cut Levers and Rollers, and brought them to
               the Boat, resolv'd to try what I could do, suggesting to my self, That I if could but
               turn her down, I might easily repair the Damage she had receiv'd, and she would be a
               very good Boat, and I might go to Sea in her very easily.</p>
            <p>I spar'd no Pains indeed, in this Piece of fruitless Toil, and spent, I think, three
               or four Weeks about <pb n="148"/>
               it; at last finding it impossible to heave it up with my little Strength, I fell to
               digging away the Sand, to undermine it, and so to make it fall down, setting Pieces
               of Wood to thrust and guide it right in the Fall.</p>
            <p>But when I had done this, I was unable to stir it up again, or to get under it, much
               less to move it forward, towards the Water; so I was forc'd to give it over; and yet,
               though I gave over the Hopes of the Boat, my desire to venture over for the Main
               increased, rather than decreased, as the Means for it seem'd impossible.</p>
            <p>This at length put me upon thinking, Whether it was not possible to make my self a
                  <hi rend="italic">Canoe,</hi> or <ref target="periagua_" corresp="periagua">Periagua,</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="periagua" target="periagua_" type="gloss">A small, flat-bottomed Caribbean
                  boat similar to a canoe, but with a sail.</note> such as the Natives of those
               Climates make, even without Tools, or, as I might say, without Hands, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi>
               of the Trunk of a great Tree. This I not only thought possible, but easy, and pleas'd
               my self extreamly with the Thoughts of making it, and with my having much more
               Convenience for it than any of the <hi rend="italic">Negroes</hi> or <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi>; but not at
               all considering the particular Inconveniences which I lay
               under, more than the <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> did, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> Want of Hands to move it,
               when it was made, into the Water, a Difficulty much harder for me to surmount, than
               all the Consequences of Want of Tools could be to them; for what was it to me, That
               when I had chosen a vast Tree in the Woods, I might with much Trouble cut it down, if
               after I might be able with my Tools to hew and dub the
               Out-side into the proper Shape of a Boat, and burn or cut out the In-side to make it
               hollow, so to make a Boat of it: If after all this, I must leave it just there where
               I found it, and was not able to launch it into the Water.</p>
            <p>One would have thought, I could not have had the least Reflection upon my Mind of my
                  Circumstance, <pb n="149"/>
               while I was making this Boat; but I should have immediately thought how I should get
               it into the Sea; but my Thoughts were so intent upon my
               Voyage over the Sea in it, that I never once consider'd how I should get it off of
               the Land; and it was really in its own Nature more easy for me to guide it over forty
               five Miles of Sea, than about forty five Fathom of Land, where it lay, to set it a
               float in the Water.</p>
            <p>I went to work upon this Boat, the most like a Fool, that ever Man did, who had any
               of his Senses awake. I pleas'd my self with the Design, without determining whether I was ever able to undertake it;
               not but that the Difficulty of launching my Boat came often into my Head; but I put a
               stop to my own Enquiries into it, by this foolish Answer which I gave my self,
                  <hi rend="italic">Let's first make it, I'll warrant I'll find some Way or other to get it along,
                  when 'tis done.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>This was a most preposterous Method; but the Eagerness of my Fancy prevail'd, and to
               work I went. I fell'd a Cedar Tree: I question much whether <ref target="solomon_" corresp="solomon">Solomon</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="solomon" target="solomon_" type="gloss">Solomon, King of Israel and Judah,
                  was said to have built a great temple to Yahweh, which housed the Ark of the
                  Covenant and was destroyed by Nebuchadnezzar II during the Siege of Jerusalem (587
                  B.C.)</note> ever had such a One for the Building of the
               Temple at <hi rend="italic">Jerusalem.</hi> It was five Foot ten Inches Diameter at the lower Part
               next the Stump, and four Foot eleven Inches Diameter at the End of twenty two Foot,
               after which it lessen'd for a while, and then parted into
               Branches: It was not without infinite Labour that I fell'd this Tree: I was twenty
               Days hacking and hewing at it at the Bottom. I was fourteen
               more getting the Branches and Limbs, and the vast spreading Head of it cut off, which I hack'd and hew'd through
               with Axe and Hatchet, and inexpressible Labour: After this, it cost me a Month to
               shape it, and dub it to a Proportion, and to something like the Bottom of a Boat,
               that it might swim upright <pb n="150"/> as it ought to do. It cost me near three Months more
               to clear the In-side, and work it out so, as to make an exact Boat of it: This I did
                  indeed without Fire, by meer Malett and Chissel, and by
               the dint of hard Labour, till I had brought it to be a very handsome
                  <hi rend="italic">Periagua,</hi> and big enough to have carry'd six and twenty Men, and
               consequently big enough to have carry'd me and all my Cargo.</p>
            <p>When I had gone through this Work, I was extremely delighted
               with it. The Boat was really much bigger than I ever saw a <hi rend="italic">Canoe,</hi> or
                     <hi rend="italic">Periagua,</hi> that was made of one Tree, in my
               Life. Many a weary Stroke it had cost, you may be sure; and
               there remain'd nothing but to get it into the Water; and had I gotten it into the
               Water, I make no question but I should have began the maddest Voyage, and the most
               unlikely to be perform'd, that ever was undertaken.</p>
            <p>But all my Devices to get it into the Water fail'd me; tho' they cost me infinite
               Labour too. It lay about one hundred Yards from the Water, and not more: But the
               first Inconvenience was, it was up Hill towards the Creek; well, to take away this Discouragement, I resolv'd to dig into the Surface
               of the Earth, and so make a <ref target="declivity_" corresp="declivity">Declivity</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="declivity" target="declivity_" type="gloss">A downward slope, so that the boat might slide
                  down into the water.</note>: This I begun, and it cost me a prodigious deal of
               Pains; but who grutches Pains, that have their Deliverance in View: But when this was
               work'd through, and this Difficulty manag'd, it was still much at one; for I could no
               more stir the <hi rend="italic">Canoe,</hi> than I could the other Boat.</p>
            <p>Then I measur'd the Distance of Ground, and resolv'd to cut a Dock, or Canal, to
               bring the Water up to the <hi rend="italic">Canoe,</hi> seeing I could not
               bring the <hi rend="italic">Canoe</hi> down to the Water: Well, I began this Work, and when I began
               to enter into it, and calculate how deep it was to be dug,
               how broad, <pb n="151"/> how the Stuff to be thrown out, I
               found, That by the Number of Hands I had, being none but my own, it must have been
               ten or twelve Years before I should have gone through with it; for the Shore lay
               high, so that at the upper End, it must have been at least twenty Foot Deep; so at
               length, tho' with great Reluctancy, I gave this Attempt over
               also.</p>
            <p>This griev'd me heartily, and now I saw, tho' too late, the Folly of beginning a Work
               before we count the Cost; and before we judge rightly of our own Strength to go
               through with it.</p>
            <p>In the middle of this Work, I finish'd my fourth Year in this Place, and kept my
               Anniversary with the same Devotion, and with as much Comfort as ever before; for by a
               constant Study, and serious Application of the Word of God, and by the Assistance of his Grace, I gain'd a different Knowledge from what I had before. I entertain'd different Notions of Things. I look'd now upon the World as a
               Thing remote, which I had nothing to do with, no Expectation from, and indeed no Desires about: In a Word, I had nothing indeed to do with it,
               nor was ever like to have; so I thought it look'd as we may perhaps look upon it
               hereafter, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> as a Place I had liv'd in, but was come out of it; and well
               might I say, as Father <ref target="abraham_" corresp="abraham">Abraham</ref> to
                  <hi rend="italic">Dives<note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="abraham" target="abraham_" type="gloss">According to one of Christ's parables, a rich man dies and goes to
                     hell, while Lazarus, the leper outside his gates, dies and is taken to
                     Abraham's bosom. When the rich man begs Abraham to send Lazarus down from
                     heaven to grant him reprieve from hellfire, Abraham refuses, telling him,
                     "Between us and you there is a great gulf fixed" (Luke 16:26). Crusoe places
                     himself in Abraham's position of spiritual transcendence over the rest of the
                     world.</note>, Between me and thee is a great Gulph fix'd.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>In the first Place, I was remov'd from all the Wickedness of the World here. I had
               neither the <hi rend="italic">Lust of the Flesh, the Lust of the Eye, or the Pride of Life.</hi> I
               had nothing to covet; for I had all that I was now capable of enjoying: I was Lord of
               the whole Mannor; or if I pleas'd, I might call my self King, or Emperor over the
               whole Country which I had Possession of. There were no Rivals. I had no Competitor,
               none to dispute Sovereignty or <pb n="152"/> Command with
               me. I might have rais'd Ship Loadings of Corn; but I had no use for it; so I let as
               little grow as I thought enough for my Occasion. I had Tortoise or Turtles enough;
               but now and then one, was as much as I could put to any use. I had Timber enough to
               have built a Fleet of Ships. I had Grapes enough to have made Wine, or to have cur'd
               into Raisins, to have loaded that Fleet, when they had been built.</p>
            <p>But all I could make use of, was, All that was valuable. I had enough to eat, and to
               supply my Wants, and, what was all the rest to me? If I kill'd more Flesh than I
               could eat, the Dog must eat it, or the Vermin. If I sow'd more Corn than I could eat,
               it must be spoil'd. The Trees that I cut down, were lying to rot on the Ground. I
               could make no more use of them than for <ref target="fuel_" corresp="fuel">Fewel</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="fuel" target="fuel_" type="gloss">Fuel</note>; and that I had no Occasion for, but to <ref target="dress_" corresp="dress">dress</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="dress" target="dress_" type="gloss">Cook</note> my Food.</p>
            <p>In a Word, The Nature and Experience of Things dictated to me upon just Reflection,
               That all the good Things of this World, are no farther good to us, than they are for
               our Use; and that whatever we may heap up indeed to give others, we enjoy just as
               much as we can use, and no more. The most covetous griping Miser in the World would
               have been cur'd of the Vice of Covetousness, if he had been in my Case; for I
               possess'd infinitely more than I knew what to do with. I had no room for Desire,
               except it was of Things which I had not, and they were but Trifles, though indeed of
               great Use to me. I had, as I hinted before, a Parcel of
               Money, as well Gold as Silver, about thirty six Pounds Sterling: Alas! There the
               nasty sorry useless Stuff lay; I had no manner of Business for it; and I often
               thought with my self, That I would have given a Handful of it for a <ref target="gross_" corresp="gross">Gross</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="gross" target="gross_" type="gloss">A square dozen, or 144 of
                  something</note> of <pb n="153"/> Tobacco-Pipes, or for
               a Hand-Mill to grind my Corn; nay, I would have given it all for Sixpenny-worth of
                  <hi rend="italic">Turnip</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Carrot</hi> Seed out of <hi rend="italic">England,</hi> or for a Handful
               of <hi rend="italic">Pease</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Beans,</hi> and a Bottle of Ink: <hi rend="italic">As it was,</hi> I had
               not the least Advantage by it, or Benefit from it; but there it lay in a Drawer, and
               grew mouldy with the Damp of the Cave, in the wet Season; and if I had had the Drawer
               full of Diamonds, it had been the same Case; and they had been of no manner of Value
               to me, because of no Use.</p>
            <p>I had now brought my State of Life to be much easier in it self than it was at first,
               and much easier to my Mind, as well as to my Body. I frequently sat down to my Meat
               with Thankfulness, and admir'd the Hand of God's Providence,
               which had thus spread my Table in the Wilderness. I learn'd to look more upon the
               bright Side of my Condition, and less upon the dark Side;
               and to consider what I enjoy'd, rather than what I wanted; and this gave me sometimes
               such secret Comforts, that I cannot express them; and which I take Notice of here, to
               put those discontented People in Mind of it, who cannot enjoy comfortably what God
               has given them; because they see, and covet something that
               he has not given them: All our Discontents about what we
               want, appear'd to me, to spring from the <ref target="want_" corresp="want">Want</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="want" target="want_" type="gloss">Lack</note> of Thankfulness for what we have.</p>
            <p>Another Reflection was of great Use to me, and doubtless would be so to any one that
               should fall into such Distress as mine was; and this was, To compare my present
               Condition with what I at first expected it should be; nay, with what it would
               certainly have been, if the good Providence of God had not wonderfully order'd the
               Ship to be cast up nearer to the Shore, where I not only could <pb n="154"/> come at her, but could bring what I got out of her to
               the Shore, for my Relief and Comfort; without which, I had wanted for Tools to work,
               Weapons for Defence, or Gun-Powder and Shot for getting my Food.</p>
            <p>I spent whole Hours, I may say whole Days, in representing to my self in the most
               lively Colours, how I must have acted, if I had got nothing out of the Ship. How I
               could not have so much as got any Food, except Fish and Turtles; and that as it was
               long before I found any of them, I must have perish'd first. That I should have
               liv'd, if I had not perish'd, like a meer Savage. That if I had kill'd a Goat, or a
               Fowl, by any Contrivance, I had no way to <ref target="flay_" corresp="flay">flea</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="flay" target="flay_" type="gloss">To flay or skin them</note> or open them, or part the Flesh from the
               Skin, and the Bowels, or to cut it up; but must gnaw it with my Teeth, and pull it
               with my Claws like a Beast.</p>
            <p>These Reflections made me very sensible of the Goodness of Providence to me, and very
               thankful for my present Condition, with all its Hardships and Misfortunes: And this
               Part also I cannot but recommend to the Reflection of those, who are apt in their
               Misery to say, <hi rend="italic">Is any Affliction like mine!</hi> Let them consider, How much
               worse the Cases of some People are, and their Case might have been, if Providence had
               thought fit.</p>
            <p>I had another Reflection which assisted me also to comfort my Mind with Hopes; and
               this was, comparing my present Condition with what I had deserv'd, and had therefore
               Reason to expect from the Hand of Providence. I had liv'd a dreadful Life, perfectly
               destitute of the Knowledge and Fear of God. I had been well instructed by Father and
               Mother; <ref target="wanting_" corresp="wanting">neither had they been wanting to
                  me</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="wanting" target="wanting_" type="gloss">Neither had they failed</note>, in their early Endeavours, to infuse
               a religious Awe of God into my Mind, a Sense of my Duty, and <pb n="155"/> of what the Nature and End of my Being, requir'd of
               me. But alas! falling early into the Seafaring Life, which of all the Lives is the
               most destitute of the Fear of God, though his Terrors are always before them; I say, falling early into the Seafaring Life, and into Seafaring
               Company, all that little Sense of Religion which I had entertain'd, was laugh'd out
               of me by my Mess-Mates, by a harden'd despising of Dangers; and the Views of Death,
               which grew habitual to me; by my long Absence from all Manner of Opportunities to
                  converse with any thing but what was like my self, or to
               hear any thing that was good, or tended towards it.</p>
            <p>So void was I of every Thing that was good, or of the least Sense of what I was, or
               was to be, that in the greatest Deliverances I enjoy'd, such as my Escape from
                  <hi rend="italic">Sallee</hi>; my being taken up by the <hi rend="italic">Portuguese</hi> Master of the Ship;
               my being planted so well in the <hi rend="italic">Brasils</hi>; my
               receiving the Cargo from <hi rend="italic">England,</hi> and the like; I never had once the Word
                  <hi rend="italic">Thank God,</hi> so much as on my Mind, or in my Mouth; nor in the greatest
               Distress, had I so much as a Thought to pray to him, or so much as to say, <hi rend="italic">Lord
                  have Mercy upon me</hi>; no nor to mention the Name of God, unless it was to swear
               by, and blaspheme it.</p>
            <p>I had terrible Reflections upon my Mind for many Months, as I have already observ'd,
               on the Account of my wicked and hardned Life past; and when I look'd about me and
               considered what particular Providences had attended me since
               my coming into this Place, and how God had dealt bountifully with me; had not only punished me less than my
               Iniquity had deserv'd, but had so plentifully provided for
               me; this gave me great hopes that my <pb n="156"/>
               Repentance was accepted, and that God had yet Mercy in store for me.</p>
            <p>With these Reflections I work'd my Mind up, not only to Resignation to the Will of
               God in the present Disposition of my Circumstances; but even to a sincere
               Thankfulness for my Condition, and that I who was yet a living Man, ought not to
                  complain, seeing I had not the due Punishment of my Sins;
               that I enjoy'd so many Mercies which I had no reason to have expected in that Place;
               that I ought never more to repine at my Condition but to rejoyce, and to give daily
                  <ref target="dailybread_" corresp="dailybread">Thanks for that daily
                  Bread</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="dailybread" target="dailybread_" type="gloss">An echo of a line from the Lord's Prayer: "Give
                  us this day our daily bread . . ."</note>, which nothing but a Croud of Wonders
               could have brought. That I ought to consider I had been fed even by Miracle, even as
               great as that of feeding <ref target="elijah_" corresp="elijah">Elijah</ref> by
               Ravens <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="elijah" target="elijah_" type="gloss">God, displeased with the pagan practices of the Israelite king Ahab,
                  sends the prophet Elijah to tell him that a great drought will be inflicted on
                  Israel as punishment. When Ahab grows angry with Elijah, God commands Elijah to
                  hide in the wilderness and sends the ravens to bring him food (1 Kings
                  17:1-6).</note>; nay, by a long Series of Miracles, and
               that I could hardly have nam'd a Place in the unhabitable Part of the World where I
               could have been cast more to my Advantage: A Place, where as I had no Society, which
               was my Affliction on one Hand, so I found no ravenous Beast, no furious Wolves or
               Tygers to threaten my Life, no venomous Creatures or poisonous, which I might feed on
               to my Hurt, no Savages to murther and devour me.</p>
            <p>In a word, as my Life was a Life of Sorrow, one way, so it was a Life of Mercy,
               another; and I wanted nothing to make it a Life of Comfort, but to be able to make my
               Sence of God's Goodness to me, and Care over me in this Condition, be my daily
               Consolation; and after I did make a just Improvement of these things, I went away and
               was no more sad.</p>
            <p>I had now been here so long, that many Things which I brought on Shore for my Help,
               were either quite gone, or very much wasted and near spent.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="157"/>My Ink, as I observed, had been gone some
               time, all but a very little, which I eek'd out with Water a
               little and a little, till it was so pale it scarce left any Appearance of black upon
               the Paper: As long as it lasted, I made use of it to minute down the Days of the
               Month on which any remarkable Thing happen'd to me, and
               first by casting up Times past: I remember that there was a strange Concurrence of
               Days, in the various Providences which befel me; and which,
               if I had been superstitiously inclin'd to observe Days as Fatal or Fortunate, I might
               have had Reason to have look'd upon with a great deal of Curiosity.</p>
            <p>First I had observed, that the same Day that I broke away from my Father and my
               Friends, and run away to <placeName type="tgn" key="7013053">
                                <hi rend="italic">Hull,</hi>
                            </placeName> in order to go to Sea; the same Day
               afterwards I was taken by the Sally Man of War, and made a Slave.</p>
            <p>The same Day of the Year that I escaped out of the Wreck of that Ship in
                  <hi rend="italic">Yarmouth</hi> Rodes, that same Day-Year afterwards I made my escape from
                  <hi rend="italic">Sallee</hi> in the Boat.</p>
            <p>The same Day of the Year I was born on (<hi rend="italic">viz.</hi>) the 30<hi rend="italic">th</hi> of
                  <hi rend="italic">September,</hi> that same Day, I had my Life so miraculously saved 26 Year
               after, when I was cast on Shore in this Island, so that my wicked Life, and my
               solitary Life begun both on a Day.</p>
            <p>The next Thing to my Ink's, being wasted, was that of my Bread, I mean the Bisket
               which I brought out of the Ship, this I had husbanded to the last degree, allowing my
               self but one Cake of Bread a Day for above a Year, and yet I was quite without Bread
               for near a Year before I got any Corn of my own, and great Reason I had to be
               thankful that I had any at all, the getting it being, as has been already observed,
               next to miraculous.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="158"/>My Cloaths began to decay too mightily: As to
               Linnen, I had had none a good while, except some chequer'd Shirts which I found in
               the Chests of the other Seamen, and which I carefully preserved, because many times I could bear no other Cloaths on but a
               Shirt; and it was a very great help to me that I had among all the Men's Cloaths of
               the Ship almost three dozen of Shirts. There were also several thick Watch Coats of the Seamens, which were left indeed, but they were too
               hot to wear; and tho' it is true, that the Weather was so violent hot, that there was
               no need of Cloaths, yet I could not go quite naked; no, tho' I had been inclin'd to
               it, which I was not, nor could not abide the thoughts of it, tho' I was all
               alone.</p>
            <p>The Reason why I could not go quite naked, was, I could not bear the heat of the Sun
               so well when quite naked, as with some Cloaths on; nay, the very Heat frequently
               blistered my Skin; whereas with a Shirt on, the Air itself made some Motion and
               whistling under that Shirt was twofold cooler than without it, no more could I ever
               bring my self to go out in the heat of Sun, without a Cap or a Hat; the heat of the
               Sun beating with such Violence as it does in that Place, would give me the Head-ach
               presently, by darting so directly on my Head, without a Cap or Hat on, so that I
               could not bear it, whereas, if I put on my Hat, it would presently go away.</p>
            <p>Upon those Views I began to consider about putting the few
               Rags I had, which I call'd Cloaths, into some Order; I had worn out all the
               Wast-coats I had, and my Business was now to try if I could not make Jackets out of
               the great Watch-Coats which I had by me, and with such other Materials as I had, so I
               set to Work a Taylering, or rather indeed a Botching, for I made most <pb n="159"/> piteous Work of it. However, I <ref target="shift_" corresp="shift">made shift</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="shift" target="shift_" type="gloss">Contrived (ie. a makeshift
                  waistcoat)</note> to make two or three new Wastcoats, which I hoped wou'd serve me
               a great while; as for Breeches or Drawers, I made but a very sorry shift indeed, till
               afterward.</p>
            <p>I have mentioned that I saved the Skins of all the Creatures that I kill'd, I mean
               four-footed ones, and I had hung them up stretch'd out with Sticks in the Sun, by
               which means some of them were so dry and hard that they were fit for little, but
               others it seems were very useful. The first thing I made of these was a great Cap for
               my Head, with the Hair on the out Side to shoor off the Rain; and this I perform'd so
               well, that after this I made me a Suit of Cloaths wholly of these Skins, that is to
               say, a Wastcoat, and Breeches open at Knees, and both loose, for they were rather
               wanting to keep me cool than to keep me warm. I must not omit to acknowledge that
               they were wretchedly made; for if I was a bad <hi rend="italic">Carpenter,</hi> I was a worse
                  <hi rend="italic">Tayler.</hi> However, they were such as I made very good shift with; and when
               I was abroad, if it happen'd to rain, the Hair of my Wastcoat and Cap being
               outermost, I was kept very dry.</p>
            <p>After this I spent a great deal of Time and Pains to make me an Umbrella; I was
               indeed in great want of one, and had a great Mind to make one; I had seen them made
               in the <hi rend="italic">Brasils,</hi> where they are very useful in the great Heats which are
               there. And I felt the Heats every jot as great here, and greater too, being nearer
               the Equinox; besides, as I was oblig'd to be much abroad, it was a most useful thing
               to me, as well for the Rains as the Heats. I took a world of Pains at it, and was a
               great while before I could make any thing likely to hold; nay, after I thought I had
               hit the Way, I spoil'd 2 or 3 before I made one to my Mind; but <pb n="160"/> at last I made one that <ref target="answer_" corresp="answer">answer'd</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="answer" target="answer_" type="gloss">Served the need</note> indifferently
               well: The main Difficulty I found was to make it to let down. I could make it to
               spread, but if it did not let down too, and draw in, it was not portable for me any
               Way but just over my Head, which wou'd not do. However, at last, as I said, I made
               one to answer, and covered it with Skins, the Hair upwards, so that it cast off the
               Rains like a Penthouse, and kept off the Sun so effectually,
               that I could walk out in the hottest of the Weather with greater Advantage than I
               could before in the coolest, and when I had no need of it, cou'd close it and carry
               it under my Arm.</p>
            <p>Thus I liv'd mighty comfortably, my Mind being entirely
               composed by resigning to the Will of God, and throwing my self wholly upon the Disposal of his Providence. This made my Life better than sociable, for when I began to regret the want of
               Conversation, I would ask my self whether thus conversing mutually with my own
               Thoughts, and, as I hope I may say, with even God himself by Ejaculations, was not
               better than the utmost Enjoyment of humane Society in the World.</p>
            <head> <ref target="Audio12_" corresp="Audio12">[Audio File]</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Audio12" target="Audio12_">
                                <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/defoe-crusoe/soundFiles/robinsoncrusoe_12_defoe_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Mark F. Smith</note>
                        </head>
            <p>I cannot say that after this, for five Years, any extraordinary thing happened to me,
               but I liv'd on in the same Course, in the same Posture and Place, just as before; the
               chief things I was employ'd in, besides my yearly Labour of planting my Barley and
               Rice, and curing my Raisins, of both which I always kept up
               just enough to have sufficient Stock of one Year's Provisions beforehand. I say,
               besides this yearly Labour, and my daily Labour of going out with my Gun, I had one
               Labour to make me a Canoe, which at last I finished. So that by digging a Canal to it of six Foot wide, and four Foot deep, I
               brought it into the Creek, almost half a Mile. As for the first, which was so vastly
               big, <pb n="161"/> as I made it without considering
               before-hand, as I ought to do, how I should be able to launch it; so never being able
               to bring it to the Water, or bring the Water to it, I was oblig'd to let it lye where
               it was, as a <ref target="memorandum_" corresp="memorandum">Memorandum</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="memorandum" target="memorandum_" type="gloss">In Latin, literally "a thing that must be remembered"</note> to
               teach me to be wiser next Time: Indeed, the next Time, tho' I could not get a Tree
               proper for it, and in a Place where I could not get the Water to it, at any less
               Distance, than as I have said, near half a Mile; yet as I saw it was practicable at
               last, I never gave it over; and though I was near two Years about it, yet I never
               grutch'd my Labour, in Hopes of having a Boat to go off to Sea at last.</p>
            <p>However, though my little <hi rend="italic">Periagau</hi> was finish'd;
               yet the Size of it was not at all answerable to the Design which I had in View, when
               I made the first; I mean, Of venturing over to the <hi rend="italic">Terra Firma,</hi> where it was
               above forty Miles broad; accordingly, the Smallness of my
               Boat assisted to put an End to that Design, and now I thought no more of it: But as I
               had a Boat, my next Design was to make a Tour round the Island; for as I had been on
               the other Side, in one Place, crossing as I have already
               describ'd it, over the Land; so the Discoveries I made in
               that little Journey, made me very eager to see other Parts
               of the Coast; and now I had a Boat, I thought of nothing but sailing round the
               Island.</p>
            <p>For this Purpose, that I might do every Thing with Discretion and Consideration, I
               fitted up a little Mast to my Boat, and made a Sail to it, out of some of the Pieces
               of the Ship's Sail, which lay in store; and of which I had a great Stock by me.</p>
            <p>Having fitted my Mast and Sail, and try'd the Boat, I found she would sail very well:
               Then I made little Lockers, or Boxes, at either End of my Boat, to put Provisions,
               Necessaries and Ammunition, <pb n="162"/>
               <hi rend="italic">&amp;c.</hi> into, to be kept dry, either from Rain, or the Sprye of the Sea; and
               a little long hollow Place I cut in the In-side of the Boat, where I could lay my
               Gun, making a Flap to hang down over it to keep it dry.</p>
            <p>I fix'd my Umbrella also in a Step at the Stern, like a Mast, to stand over my Head,
               and keep the Heat of the Sun off of me like an Auning; and thus I every now and then
               took a little Voyage upon the Sea, but never went far out, nor far from the little
               Creek; but at last being eager to view the Circumference of my little Kingdom, I
               resolv'd upon my Tour, and accordingly I victuall'd my Ship for the Voyage, putting
               in two Dozen of my Loaves <ref target="cake_" corresp="cake">(Cakes I should rather
                  call them)</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="cake" target="cake_" type="gloss">Because they are unleavened</note> of Barley
               Bread, an Earthen Pot full of parch'd Rice, a Food I eat a great deal of, a little
               Bottle of Rum, half a Goat, and Powder and Shot for killing more, and two large
               Watch-coats, of those which, as I mention'd before, I had sav'd out of the Seamen's
               Chests; these I took, one to lye upon, and the other to
               cover me in the Night.</p>
            <p>It was the sixth of <hi rend="italic">November,</hi> in the sixth Year of my Reign, or my
               Captivity, which you please, That I set out on this Voyage, and I found it much
               longer than I expected; for though the Island it self was not very large, yet when I
               came to the <hi rend="italic">East</hi> Side of it, I found a great Ledge of Rocks lye out above
               two Leagues into the Sea, some above Water, some under it;
               and beyond that, a Shoal of Sand, lying dry half a League more; so that I was oblig'd
               to go a great Way out to Sea to double the Point.</p>
            <p>When first I discover'd them, I was going to give over my Enterprise, and come back
               again, not knowing how far it might oblige me to go out to Sea; and above all,
               doubting how I should get back <pb n="163"/> again; so I
               came to an Anchor; for I had made me a kind of an Anchor with a Piece of a broken
                  <ref target="graplin_" corresp="graplin">Graplin</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="graplin" target="graplin_" type="gloss">Grappling-iron</note>, which I got out of the Ship.</p>
            <p>Having secur'd my Boat, I took my Gun, and went on Shore, climbing up upon a Hill,
               which seem'd to over-look that Point, where I saw the full Extent of it, and resolv'd
               to venture.</p>
            <p>In my viewing the Sea from that Hill where I stood, I perceiv'd a strong, and indeed,
               a most furious Current, which run to the <hi rend="italic">East,</hi> and
               even came close to the Point; and I took the more Notice of
               it, because I saw there might be some Danger; that when I
               came into it, I might be carry'd out to Sea by the Strength of it, and not be able to
               make the Island again; and indeed, had I not gotten first up upon this Hill, I
               believe it would have been so; for there was the same Current on the other Side the
               Island, only, that it set off at a farther Distance; and I saw there was a strong
               Eddy under the Shore; so I had nothing to do but to get in out of the first Current,
               and I should presently be in an Eddy.</p>
            <p>I lay here, however, two Days; because the Wind blowing pretty fresh at <ref target="ese_" corresp="ese">E. S. E.</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="ese" target="ese_" type="gloss">East-southeast</note> and that being just
               contrary to the said Current, made a great Breach of the Sea upon the Point; so that
               it was not safe for me to keep too close to the Shore for the Breach, nor to go too
               far off because of the Stream.</p>
            <p>The third Day in the Morning, the Wind having abated over
               Night, the Sea was calm, and I ventur'd; but I am a warning Piece again, to all rash
               and ignorant Pilots; for no sooner was I come to the Point, when even I was not my
               Boat's Length from the Shore, but I found my self in a great Depth of Water, and a
               Current like the Sluice of a Mill: It carry'd my Boat a long with it <pb n="164"/> with such Violence, That all I could do, could not
               keep her so much as on the Edge of it; but I found it hurry'd me farther and farther
               out from the Eddy, which was on my left Hand. There was no Wind stirring to help me,
               and all I could do with my Paddlers signify'd nothing, and now I began to give my
               self over for lost; for as the Current was on both Sides the
               Island, I knew in a few Leagues Distance they must joyn again, and then I was
               irrecoverably gone; nor did I see any Possibility of
               avoiding it; so that I had no Prospect before me but of
               Perishing; not by the Sea, for that was calm enough, but of starving for Hunger. I
               had indeed found a Tortoise on the Shore, as big almost as I could lift, and had
               toss'd it into the Boat; and I had a great Jar of fresh Water, that is to say, one of
               my Earthen Pots; but what was all this to being driven into the vast Ocean, where to
               be sure, there was no Shore, no main Land, or Island, for a
               thousand Leagues at least.</p>
            <p>And now I saw how easy it was for the Providence of God to
               make the most miserable Condition Mankind could be in
                  <hi rend="italic">worse.</hi> Now I look'd back upon my desolate solitary Island, as the most
               pleasant Place in the World, and all the Happiness my Heart could wish for, was to be
               but there again. I stretch'd out my Hands to it with eager
               Wishes. O happy Desart, said I, I shall never see thee more. O miserable Creature,
               said I, whether am I going: Then I reproach'd my self with
               my unthankful Temper, and how I had repin'd at my solitary Condition; and now what
               would I give to be on Shore there again. Thus we never see the true State of our
               Condition, till it is illustrated to us by its Contraries; nor know how to value what
               we enjoy, but by the want of it. It is scarce possible to imagine the Consternation I
               was now in, <pb n="165"/> being driven from my beloved
               Island (for so it appear'd to me now to be) into the wide
               Ocean, almost two Leagues, and in the utmost Despair of ever
               recovering it again. However, I work'd hard, till indeed my Strength was almost
               exhausted, and kept my Boat as much to the <hi rend="italic">Northward,</hi> that is, towards the
               Side of the Current which the Eddy lay on, as possibly I could; when about Noon, as
               the Sun pass'd the Meridian, I thought I felt a little
               Breeze of Wind in my Face, springing up from the <ref target="sse_" corresp="sse">S.
                  S. E.</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="sse" target="sse_" type="gloss">South-southeast</note> This chear'd my Heart a little, and especially
               when in about half an Hour more, it blew a pretty small gentle Gale. By this Time I
               was gotten at a frightful Distance from the Island, and had the least Cloud or haizy
               Weather interven'd, I had been undone another Way too; for I had no Compass on Board,
               and should never have known how to have steer'd towards the Island, if I had but once
               lost Sight of it; but the Weather continuing clear, I
               apply'd my self to get up my Mast again, spread my Sail, standing away to the
                  <hi rend="italic">North,</hi> as much as possible, to get out of the Current.</p>
            <p>Just as I had set my Mast and Sail, and the Boat began to stretch away, I saw even by
               the Clearness of the Water, some Alteration of the Current was near; for where the
               Current was so strong, the Water was foul; but perceiving
               the Water clear, I found the Current abate, and presently I found to the
                  <hi rend="italic">East,</hi> at about half a Mile, a Breach of the Sea upon some Rocks; these
               Rocks I found caus'd the Current to part again, and as the main Stress of it ran away
               more <hi rend="italic">Southerly,</hi> leaving the Rocks to the <hi rend="italic">North-East</hi>; so the other
               return'd by the Repulse of the Rocks, and made a strong Eddy, which run back again to
               the <hi rend="italic">North-West,</hi> with a very sharp Stream.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="166"/>They who know what it is to have a <ref target="reprieve_" corresp="reprieve">Reprieve brought to them upon the
                  Ladder</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="reprieve" target="reprieve_" type="gloss">To have a pardon granted a moment before
                  execution. (A criminal sentenced to hanging would have stood on a ladder with the
                  noose around his neck, and the executioner would kick the ladder out from beneath
                  his feet in order to hang him.)</note>, or to be rescued
               from Thieves just a going to murther them, or, who have been in such like
               Extremities, may guess what my present Surprise of Joy was, and how gladly I put my Boat into the Stream of this Eddy, and the Wind
               also freshning, how gladly I spread my Sail to it, running chearfully before the
               Wind, and with a strong Tide or Eddy under Eoot.</p>
            <p>This Eddy carryed me about a League in my Way back again directly towards the Island,
               but about two Leagues more to the Northward than the Current which carried me away at
               first; so that when I came near the Island, I found my self open to the Northern
               Shore of it, that is to say, the other End of the Island
               opposite to that which I went out from.</p>
            <p>When I had made something more than a League of Way by the help of this Current or
               Eddy, I found it was spent and serv'd me no farther. However, I found that being
               between the two great Currents, (<hi rend="italic">viz.</hi>) that on the South Side which had
               hurried me away, and that on the North which lay about a
               League on the other Side. I say between these two, in the wake of the Island, I found
               the Water at least still and running no Way, and having still a Breeze of Wind fair
               for me, I kept on steering directly for the Island, tho' not
               making such fresh Way as I did before.</p>
            <p>About four a-Clock in the Evening, being then within about a League of the Island, I
               found the Point of the Rocks which occasioned this Disaster, stretching out as is
               describ'd before to the Southward, and casting off the
               Current more Southwardly, had of Course made another Eddy to
               the North, and this I found very strong, but not directly setting the Way my Course
               lay which was due West, but <pb n="167"/> almost full
               North. However having a fresh Gale, I stretch'd a-cross this Eddy slanting
               North-west, and in about an Hour came within about a Mile of the Shore, where it
               being smooth Water, I soon got to Land.</p>
            <p>When I was on Shore I fell on my Knees and gave God Thanks for my Deliverance,
               resolving to lay aside all Thoughts of my Deliverance by my Boat, and refreshing my
               self with such Things as I had, I brought my Boat close to the Shore in a little Cove
               that I had spy'd under some Trees, and lay'd me down to sleep, being quite spent with
               the Labour and Fatigue of the Voyage.</p>
            <p>I was now at a great Loss which Way to get Home with my Boat, I had run so much
               Hazard, and knew too much the Case to think of attempting it
               by the Way I went out, and what might be at the other Side (I mean the West Side) I
               knew not, nor had I any Mind to run any more Ventures; so I only resolved in the
               Morning to make my Way Westward along the Shore and to see if there was no Creek
               where I might lay up my Frigate in Safety, so as to have her
               again if I wanted her; in about three Mile or thereabout coasting the Shore, I came
               to a very good Inlet or Bay about a Mile over, which narrowed till it came to a very
               little Rivulet or Brook, where I found a very convenient Harbour for my Boat and
               where she lay as if she had been in a little Dock made on Purpose for her. Here I put
               in, and having stow'd my Boat very safe, I went on Shore to look about me and see
               where I was.</p>
            <p>I soon found I had but a little past by the Place where I had been before, when I
               travell'd on Foot to that Shore; so taking nothing out of my Boat, but my Gun and my
               Umbrella, for it was exceeding hot, I began my March: The
               Way was comfortable enough after such a Voyage as I had <pb n="168"/> been upon, and I reach'd my old Bower in the Evening,
               where I found every thing standing as I left it; for I always kept it in good Order,
                  being, as I said before, my Country House.</p>
            <p>I got over the Fence, and laid me down in the Shade to rest my Limbs; for I was very
               weary, and fell asleep: But judge you, if you can, that read my Story, what a
               Surprize I must be in, when I was wak'd out of my Sleep by a Voice calling me by my
               Name several times, <hi rend="italic">Robin, Robin, Robin Crusoe,</hi> poor <hi rend="italic">Robin Crusoe,</hi>
               where are you <hi rend="italic">Robin Crusoe</hi>? Where are you? Where
               have you been?</p>
            <p>I was so dead asleep at first, being fatigu'd with Rowing, or Paddling, as it is
               call'd, the first Part of the Day, and with walking the latter Part, that I did not
               wake thoroughly, but dozing between sleeping and waking,
               thought I dream'd that some Body spoke to me: But as the Voice continu'd to repeat
                  <hi rend="italic">Robin Crusoe, Robin Crusoe,</hi> at last I began to wake more perfectly, and
               was at first dreadfully frighted, and started up in the utmost Consternation: But no sooner were my Eyes open, but I saw my <hi rend="italic">Poll</hi>
               sitting on the Top of the Hedge; and immediately knew that it was he that spoke to
               me; for just in such bemoaning Language I had used to talk to him, and teach him; and
               he had learn'd it so perfectly, that he would sit upon my Finger, and lay his Bill
               close to my Face, and cry, <hi rend="italic">Poor</hi> Robin Crusoe, <hi rend="italic">Where are you? Where have
                  you been? How come you here?</hi> And such things as I had taught him.</p>
            <p>However, even though I knew it was the Parrot, and that indeed it could be no Body
               else, it was a good while before I could compose my self: First, I was amazed how the
               Creature got thither, and then, how he should just keep about the Place, and no where
               else: But as I was well satisfied it <pb n="169"/> could be
               no Body but honest <hi rend="italic">Poll,</hi> I got it over; and holding out my Hand, and calling
               him by his Name <hi rend="italic">Poll,</hi> the sociable Creature came to me, and sat upon my
               Thumb, as he used to do, and continu'd talking to me, <hi rend="italic">Poor</hi> Robin Crusoe, and
                  <hi rend="italic">how did I come here?</hi> and <hi rend="italic">where had I been?</hi> just as if he had
               been overjoy'd to see me again; and so I carry'd him Home along with me.</p>
            <p>I had now had enough of rambling to Sea for some time, and had enough to do for many
               Days to sit still, and reflect upon the Danger I had been in: I would have been very
               glad to have had my Boat again on my Side of the Island; but I knew not how it was
               practicable to get it about as to the East Side of the Island, which I had gone
               round; I knew well enough there was no venturing that Way;
               my very heart would shrink, and my very Blood run chill but to think of it: And as to
               the other Side of the Island, I did not know how it might be there; but supposing the
               Current ran with the same Force against the Shore at the East as it pass'd by it on
               the other, I might run the same Risk of being driven down the Stream, and carry'd by
               the Island, as I had been before, of being carry'd away from it; so with these
               Thoughts I contented my self to be without any Boat, though it had been the Product
               of so many Months Labour to make it, and of so many more to get it unto the Sea.</p>
            <p>In this Government of my Temper, I remain'd near a Year, liv'd a very sedate retir'd
               Life, as you may well suppose; and my Thoughts being very much composed as to my
               Condition, and fully comforted in resigning my self to the Dispositions of Providence, I thought I liv'd really very happily in all things,
               except that of Society.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="170"/>I improv'd my self in this time in all the
                  mechanick Exercises which my Necessities put me upon
               applying my self to, and I believe cou'd, upon Occasion,
               make a very good <hi rend="italic">Carpenter,</hi> especially considering
               how few Tools I had.</p>
            <p>Besides this, I arriv'd at an unexpected Perfection in my
               Earthen Ware, and contriv'd well enough to make them with a Wheel, which I found
                  infinitely easyer and better; because I made things round
               and shapable, which before were filthy things indeed to look on. But I think I was
               never more vain of my own Performance, or more joyful for any thing I found out, than
               for my being able to make a Tobacco-Pipe. And tho' it was a very ugly clumsy thing, when it was done, and only burnt red like other Earthen Ware,
               yet as it was hard and firm, and would draw the Smoke, I was exceedingly comforted
               with it, for I had been always used to smoke, and there were
               Pipes in the Ship, but I forgot them at first, not knowing that there was Tobacco in
               the Island; and afterwards, when I search'd the Ship again, I could not come at any
               Pipes at all.</p>
            <p>In my Wicker Ware also I improved much, and made abundance of necessary Baskets, as
               well as my Invention shew'd me, tho' not very handsome, yet they were such as were
               very handy and convenient for my laying things up in, or
               fetching things home in. For Example, if I kill'd a Goat abroad, I could hang it up
               in a Tree, flea it, and dress it, and cut it in Pieces, and bring it home in a
               Basket, and the like by a Turtle, I could cut it up, take out the Eggs, and a Piece
               or two of the Flesh, which was enough for me, and bring them home in a Basket, and
               leave the rest behind me. Also large deep Baskets were my
                  Receivers for my Corn, which I always rubb'd out as <pb n="171"/> soon as it was dry, and cured, and kept it in
               great Baskets.</p>
            <p>I began now to perceive my Powder abated considerably, and
               this was a Want which it was impossible for me to supply,
               and I began seriously to consider what I must do when I should have no more Powder;
               that is to say, how I should do to kill any Goat, I had, as is observ'd in the third
               Year of my being here, kept a young Kid, and bred her up tame, and I was in hope of
               getting a He-Goat, but I could not by any Means bring it to pass, 'till my Kid grew
               an old Goat; and I could never find in my Heart to kill her, till she dy'd at last of
               meer Age.</p>
            <p>But being now in the eleventh Year of my Residence, and, as
               I have said, my Ammunition growing low, I set my self to
               study some Art to trap and snare the Goats, to see whether I could not catch some of
               them alive, and particularly I wanted a She-Goat great with young.</p>
            <p>To this Purpose I made Snares to hamper them, and I do believe they were more than
               once taken in them, but my Tackle was not good, for I had no Wire, and I always found
               them broken, and my Bait devoured.</p>
            <p>At length I resolv'd to try a Pit-fall, so I dug several
               large Pits in the Earth, in Places where I had observ'd the Goats used to feed, and
               over these Pits I plac'd Hurdles of my own making too, with a great Weight upon them;
               and several times I put Ears of Barley, and dry Rice, without setting the Trap, and I could easily perceive that the Goats
               had gone in and eaten up the Corn, for I could see the Mark of their Feet. At length
               I set three Traps in one Night, and going the next Morning I found them all standing,
               and yet the Bait eaten and gone: This was very discouraging. <pb n="172"/> However, I alter'd my Trap, and, not to trouble you
               with Particulars, going one Morning to see my Trap, I found in one of them a large
               old He-Goat, and in one of the other, three Kids, a Male and two Females.</p>
            <p>As to the old one, I knew not what to do with him, he was so fierce I durst not go
               into the Pit to him; that is to say, to go about to bring him away alive, which was
               what I wanted. I could have kill'd him, but that was not my Business, nor would it
               answer my End. So I e'en let him out, and he ran away as if he had been frighted out
               of his Wits: But I had forgot then what I learn'd afterwards, that Hunger will tame a Lyon. If I had let him stay there three or four
               Days without Food, and then have carry'd him some Water to drink, and then a little
               Corn, he would have been as tame as one of the Kids, for they are mighty sagacious
               tractable Creatures where they are well used.</p>
            <p>However, for the present I let him go, knowing no better at that time; then I went to
               the three Kids, and taking them one by one, I tyed them with Strings together, and
               with some Difficulty brought them all home.</p>
            <p>It was a good while before they wou'd feed, but throwing them some sweet Corn, it
               tempted them and they began to be tame; and now I found that if I expected to supply
               my self with Goat-Flesh when I had no Powder or Shot left, breeding some up tame was
               my only way, when perhaps I might have them about my House like a Flock of Sheep.</p>
            <p>But then it presently occurr'd to me, that I must keep the tame from the wild, or
               else they would always run wild when they grew up, and the
               only Way for this was to have some enclosed Piece of <pb n="173"/> Ground, well fenc'd either with Hedge or Pale, to keep
               them in so effectually, that those within might not break out, or those without break
               in.</p>
            <p>This was a great Undertaking for one Pair of Hands, yet as I saw there was an
               absolute Necessity of doing it, my first Piece of Work was
               to find out a proper Piece of Ground, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> where there was likely to be
               Herbage for them to eat, Water for them to drink, and Cover to keep them from the
               Sun.</p>
            <p>Those who understand such Enclosures will think I had very little <ref target="contrivance_" corresp="contrivance">Contrivance</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="contrivance" target="contrivance_" type="gloss">Foresight; planning or ingenuity</note>, when I pitch'd upon a Place
               very proper for all these, being a plain open Piece of
               Meadow-Land, or <hi rend="italic">Savanna,</hi> (as our People call it in the Western Collonies,)
               which had two or three little <ref target="drill_" corresp="drill">Drills</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="drill" target="drill_" type="gloss">Small
                  streams or rills</note> of fresh Water in it, and at one end was very woody. I say
                  <ref target="forecast_" corresp="forecast">they will smile at my
                  Forecast</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="forecast" target="forecast_" type="gloss">Crusoe's comical failure to anticipate that, the
                  larger his enclosure is, the harder it will be to catch the goats inside</note>,
               when I shall tell them I began my enclosing of this Piece of Ground in such a manner, that my Hedge or Pale must have been at least two Mile
               about. Nor was the Madness of it so great as to the Compass, for if it was ten Mile
                  about I was like to have time enough to do it in. But I
               did not consider that my Goats would be as wild in so much Compass as if they had had
               the whole Island, and I should have so much Room to chace them in, that I should
               never catch them.</p>
            <p>My Hedge was begun and carry'd on, I believe, about fifty Yards, when this Thought
               occurr'd to me, so I presently stopt short, and for the first beginning I resolv'd to
               enclose a Piece of about 150 Yards in length, and 100 Yards in breadth, which as it
               would maintain as many as I should have in any reasonable time, so as my Flock encreased, I could add more Ground to my Enclosure.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="174"/>This was acting with some Prudence, and I went
               to work with Courage. I was about three Months hedging in the first Piece, and till I
               had done it I tether'd the three Kids in the best part of it, and us'd them to feed
               as near me as possible to make them familiar; and very often I would go and carry them some Ears of Barley, or a handful of Rice, and feed
               them out of my Hand; so that after my Enclosure was finished, and I let them loose,
               they would follow me up and down, bleating after me for a handful of Corn.</p>
            <p>This answer'd my End, and in about a Year and half I had a Flock of about twelve
               Goats, Kids and all; and in two Years more I had three and forty, besides several
               that I took and kill'd for my Food. And after that I enclosed five several Pieces of Ground to feed them in, with little Pens to drive
               them into, to take them as I wanted, and Gates out of one Piece of Ground into another.</p>
            <p>But this was not all, for now I not only had Goats Flesh to feed on when I pleas'd,
               but Milk too, a thing which indeed in my beginning I did not so much as think of, and
               which, when it came into my Thoughts, was really an agreeable Surprize. For now I set up my Dairy, and had sometimes a Gallon or two of Milk in a Day, And as Nature, who
               gives Supplies of Food to every Creature, dictates even naturally how to make use of
               it; so I that had never milk'd a Cow, much less a Goat, or seen Butter or Cheese
               made, very readily and handily, tho' after a great many
               Essays and Miscarriages, made me both Butter and Cheese at last, and never wanted it
               afterwards.</p>
            <p>How mercifully can our great Creator treat his Creatures, even in those Conditions in
               which they seem'd to be overwhelm'd in Destruction. How <pb n="175"/> can he sweeten the bitterest Providences, and give us
               Cause to praise him for Dungeons and Prisons. <ref target="psalm78_" corresp="psalm78">What a Table was here spread for me in a Wilderness</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="psalm78" target="psalm78_" type="gloss">"Yea, they spake against God; they
                  said, Can God furnish a table in the wilderness?" (Psalm 78:19)</note>, where I
               saw nothing at first but to perish for Hunger.</p>
            <head> <ref target="Audio13_" corresp="Audio13">[Audio File]</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Audio13" target="Audio13_">
                                <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/defoe-crusoe/soundFiles/robinsoncrusoe_13_defoe_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Mark F. Smith</note>
                        </head>
            <p>It would have made a Stoick smile to have seen, me and my little Family sit down to
               Dinner; there was my Majesty the Prince and Lord of the whole Island; I had the Lives
               of all my Subjects at my absolute Command. I could hang, draw, give Liberty, and take
               it away, and no Rebels among all my Sublects.</p>
            <p>Then to see how like a King I din'd too all alone, attended by my Servants,
                  <hi rend="italic">Poll,</hi> as if he had been my Favourite, was the only Person permitted to
               talk to me. My Dog who was now grown very old and <ref target="crazy_" corresp="crazy">crazy</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="crazy" target="crazy_" type="gloss">Feeble</note>, and had found no
               Species to multiply his Kind upon, sat always at my Right Hand, and two Cats, one on
               one Side the Table, and one on the other, expecting now and then a Bit from my Hand,
               as a Mark of special Favour.</p>
            <p>But these were not the two Cats which I brought on Shore at first, for they were both
               of them dead, and had been interr'd near my Habitation by my own Hand; but one of
               them having multiply'd by I know not what Kind of Creature, these were two which I
               had preserv'd tame, whereas the rest run wild in the Woods, and became indeed
               troublesom to me at last; for they would often come into my House, and plunder me
               too, till at last I was obliged to shoot them, and did kill a great many; at length
               they left me with this Attendance, and in this plentiful
               Manner I lived; neither could I be said to want any thing
               but Society, and of that in some time after this, I was like
               to have too much.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="176"/>I was something impatient, as I have observ'd,
               to have the Use of my Boat; though very loath to run any more Hazards; and therefore
               sometimes I sat contriving Ways to get her about the Island, and at other Times I sat
               my self down contented enough without her. But I had a
               strange Uneasiness in my Mind to go down to the Point of the Island, where, as I have
               said, in my last Ramble, I went up the Hill to see how the Shore lay, and how the
               Current set, that I might see what I had to do: This Inclination encreas'd upon me
               every Day, and at length I resolv'd to travel thither by Land, following the Edge of the Shore, I did so: But had any one in
                  <hi rend="italic">England</hi> been to meet such a Man as I was, it must either have frighted
               them, or rais'd a great deal of Laughter; and as I frequently stood still to look at
               my self, I could not but smile at the Notion of my travelling through
                  <hi rend="italic">Yorkshire</hi> with such an Equipage, and in such a Dress: Be pleas'd to take
               a Scetch of my Figure as follows,</p>
            <p>I had a great high shapeless Cap, made of a Goat's Skin, with a Flap hanging down
               behind, as well to keep the Sun from me, as to shoot the Rain off from running into
               my Neck; nothing being so hurtful in these Climates, as the Rain upon the Flesh under
               the Cloaths.</p>
            <p>I had a short Jacket of Goat-Skin, the Skirts coming down to
               about the middle of my Thighs; and a Pair of open-knee'd Breeches of the same, the
               Breeches were made of the Skin of an old <hi rend="italic">He-goat,</hi> whose Hair hung down such
               a Length on either Side, that like <ref target="pantaloon_" corresp="pantaloon">Pantaloons</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="pantaloon" target="pantaloon_" type="gloss">Breeches or trousers</note> it reach'd to the
               middle of my Legs; Stockings and Shoes I had none, but had made me a Pair of
               some-things, I scarce know what to call them, like <ref target="buskin_" corresp="buskin">Buskins</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="buskin" target="buskin_" type="gloss">Calf-high or knee-high boots</note>
               to flap over my Legs, and lace on either Side like <ref target="spatterdash_" corresp="spatterdash">Spatter-dashes</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="spatterdash" target="spatterdash_" type="gloss">Long gaiters or leggings
                  of leather, to keep boots and trousers from being spattered with mud</note>; <pb n="177"/> but of a most barbarous Shape, as indeed were
               all the rest of my Cloaths.</p>
            <p>I had on a broad Belt of Goat's-Skin dry'd, which I drew together with two <ref target="thong_" corresp="thong">Thongs</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="thong" target="thong_" type="gloss">Cords</note> of the same, instead of
               Buckles, and in a kind of a <ref target="frog_" corresp="frog">Frog</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="frog" target="frog_" type="gloss">A loop
                  attached to a belt, designed to hold a sword or bayonet</note> on either Side of
               this. Instead of a Sword and a Dagger, hung a little Saw and a Hatchet, one on one
               Side, one on the other. I had another Belt not so broad, and fasten'd in the same
               Manner, which hung over my Shoulder; and at the End of it, under my left Arm, hung
               two Pouches, both made of Goat's-Skin too; in one of which hung my Powder, in the
               other my Shot: At my Back I carry'd my Basket, on my Shoulder my Gun, and over my
               Head a great clumsy ugly Goat-Skin Umbrella, but which,
               after all, was the most necessary Thing I had about me, next to my Gun: As for my
               Face, the Colour of it was really not so <ref target="moletta_" corresp="moletta">Moletta,</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="moletta" target="moletta_" type="gloss">A variation of the word "mulatto," here used to
                  refer to brown skin</note> like as one might expect from a Man not at all careful of it, and living within nineteen Degrees of the
                  <hi rend="italic">Equinox.</hi> My Beard I had once suffer'd to grow till it was about a Quarter
               of a Yard long; but as I had both Scissars and Razors sufficient, I had cut it pretty short, except what grew on my upper Lip, which I had
               trimm'd into a large Pair of <ref target="whiskers_" corresp="whiskers">Mahometan</ref> Whiskers<note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="whiskers" target="whiskers_" type="gloss">A long moustache, such as a Muslim man might have worn</note>, such as I had seen
               worn by some <hi rend="italic">Turks,</hi> who I saw at <hi rend="italic">Sallee</hi>; for the <hi rend="italic">Moors</hi> did
               not wear such, tho' the <hi rend="italic">Turks</hi> did; of these <ref target="muschatoes_" corresp="muschatoes">Muschatoes</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="muschatoes" target="muschatoes_" type="gloss">Mustachios</note> or
               Whiskers, I will not say they were long enough to hang my Hat upon them; but they
               were of a Length and Shape monstrous enough, and such as in <hi rend="italic">England</hi> would
               have pass'd for frightful.</p>
            <p>But all this is by the by; for as to my Figure, I had so few to observe me, that it
               was of no manner of Consequence; so I say no more to that Part. In this kind of
               Figure I went my new Journey, and was out five or six Days. I travell'd first along
               the <pb n="178"/> Sea Shore, directly to the Place where I
               first brought my Boat to an Anchor, to get up upon the Rocks; and having no Boat now
               to take care of, I went over the Land a nearer Way to the
               same Height that I was upon before, when looking forward to the Point of the Rocks
               which lay out, and which I was oblig'd to double with my Boat, as is said above: I
               was surpriz'd to see the Sea all smooth and quiet, no Ripling, no Motion, no Current,
               any more there than in other Places.</p>
            <p>I was at a strange Loss to understand this, and resolv'd to spend some Time in the
               observing it, to see if nothing from the Sets of the Tide had occasion'd it; but I was presently convinc'd how it was,
                  <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> That the Tide of Ebb setting from the <hi rend="italic">West,</hi> and joyning
               with the Current of Waters from some great River on the Shore, must be the Occasion
               of this Current; and that according as the Wind blew more forcibly from the
                  <hi rend="italic">West,</hi> or from the <hi rend="italic">North,</hi> this Current came nearer, or went
               farther from the Shore; for waiting thereabouts till Evening, I went up to the Rock
               again, and then the Tide of Ebb being made, I plainly saw the Current again as before, only, that it run farther of, being near half a League
               from the Shore; whereas in my Case, it set close upon the Shore, and hurry'd me and
               my <hi rend="italic">Canoe</hi> along with it, which at another Time it would not have done.</p>
            <p>This Observation convinc'd me, That I had nothing to do but
               to observe the Ebbing and the Flowing of the Tide, and I might very easily bring my
               Boat about the Island again: But when I began to think of
               putting it in Practice, I had such a Terror upon my Spirits at the Remembrance of the
               Danger I had been in, that I could not think of it again with any Patience; but on
               the contrary, I took up another Resolution which was more safe, <pb n="179"/> though more laborious; and this was, That I would
               build, or rather make me another <hi rend="italic">Periagau</hi> or <hi rend="italic">Canoe</hi>; and so have one
               for one Side of the Island, and one for the other.</p>
            <p>You are to understand, that now I had, as I may call it, two Plantations in the
               Island; one my little Fortification or Tent, with the Wall about it under the Rock,
               with the Cave behind me, which by this Time I had enlarg'd into several Apartments,
               or Caves, one within another. One of these, which was the dryest, and largest, and
               had a Door out beyond my Wall or Fortification; that is to say, beyond where my Wall
               joyn'd to the Rock, was all fill'd up with the large Earthen Pots, of which I have
               given an Account, and with fourteen or fifteen great Baskets, which would hold five
               or six Bushels each, where I laid up my Stores of Provision, especially my Corn, some
               in the Ear cut off short from the Straw, and the other rubb'd out with my Hand.</p>
            <p>As for my Wall made, <hi rend="italic">as before,</hi> with long Stakes or Piles, those Piles grew
               all like Trees, and were by this Time grown so big, and spread so very much, that
               there was not the least Appearance to any one's View of any Habitation behind
               them.</p>
            <p>Near this Dwelling of mine, but a little farther within the Land, and upon lower
               Ground, lay my two Pieces of Corn-Ground, which I kept duly cultivated and sow'd, and
               which duly yielded me their Harvest in its Season; and whenever I had occasion for
               more Corn, I had more Land adjoyning as fit as that.</p>
            <p>Besides this, I had my Country Seat, and I had now a tollerable Plantation there
               also; for first, I had my little Bower, as I call'd it, which I kept in Repair;
                  <hi rend="italic">that is to say,</hi> I kept the Hedge which circled it in, constantly fitted
               up to its usual Height, <pb n="180"/> the Ladder standing
               always in the Inside; I kept the Trees which at first were no more than my Stakes,
               but were now grown very firm and tall; I kept them always so cut, that they might
               spread and grow thick and wild, and make the more agreeable Shade, which they did
               effectually to my Mind. In the Middle of this I had my Tent always standing, being a piece of a Sail spread over Poles set up for
               that Purpose, and which never wanted any Repair or Renewing; and under this I had
               made me a <ref target="squab_" corresp="squab">Squab</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="squab" target="squab_" type="gloss">A
                  cushion forming part of the inside fittings of a carriage</note> or Couch, with
               the Skins of the Creatures I had kill'd, and with other soft
               Things, and a Blanket laid on them, such as belong'd to our Sea-Bedding, which I had
               saved, and a great Watch-Coat to cover me; and here, whenever I had Occasion to be
               absent from my chief Seat, I took up my Country Habitation.</p>
            <p>Adjoyning to this I had my Enclosures for my Cattle, that is to say, my Goats: And as
               I had taken an inconceivable deal of Pains to fence and enclose this Ground, so I was so uneasy to see it kept entire,
               lest the Goats should break thro', that I never left off till with infinite Labour I
               had stuck the Out-side of the Hedge so full of small Stakes, and so near to one
               another, that it was rather a Pale than a Hedge, and there was scarce Room to put a
               Hand thro' between them, which afterwards when those Stakes grew, as they all did in
               the next rainy Season, made the Enclosure strong like a Wall, indeed stronger than
               any Wall.</p>
            <p>This will testify for me that I was not idle, and that I spared no Pains to bring to
               pass whatever appear'd necessary for my comfortable Support; for I consider'd the keeping up a Breed of tame
               Creatures thus at my Hand, would be a living Magazine of
               Flesh, Milk, Butter and Cheese, <pb n="181"/> for me as
               long as I liv'd in the Place, if it were to be forty Years; and that keeping them in
               my Reach, depended entirely upon my perfecting my Enclosures
               to such a Degree, that I might be sure of keeping them together; which by this Method
                  indeed I so effectually secur'd, that when these little Stakes began to grow, I had planted them so very thick,
               I was forced to pull some of them up again.</p>
            <p>In this Place also I had my Grapes growing, which I principally depended on for my
               Winter Store of Raisins; and which I never fail'd to preserve very carefully, as the best and most agreeable Dainty of my whole Diet; and
               indeed they were not agreeable only, but physical, wholesome, nourishing, and refreshing to the last Degree.</p>
            <p>As this was also about half Way between my other Habitation,
               and the Place where I had laid up my Boat, I generally stay'd, and lay here in my Way
               thither; for I used frequently to visit my Boat, and I kept all Things about or
               belonging to her in very good Order; sometimes I went out in her to divert my self,
               but no more hazardous Voyages would I go, nor scarce ever above a <ref target="stonecast_" corresp="stonecast">Stone's Cast</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="stonecast" target="stonecast_" type="gloss">A stone's throw, or a very short distance</note> or two from the
               Shore, I was so apprehensive of being hurry'd out of my
               Knowledge again by the Currents, or Winds, or any other Accident. But now I come to a new Scene of my Life.</p>
            <p>It happen'd one Day about Noon going towards my Boat, I was exceedingly surpriz'd
               with the Print of a Man's naked Foot on the Shore, which was very plain to be seen in
               the Sand: I stood like one Thunder-struck, or as if I had seen an Apparition; I
               listen'd, I look'd round me, I could hear nothing, nor see any Thing, I went up to a
               rising Ground to look farther, I went up the Shore and down the Shore, but it was all
               one, I could see no other <pb n="182"/> Impression but that
               one, I went to it again to see if there were any more, and to observe if it might not
               be my Fancy; but there was no Room for that, for there was exactly the very Print of
               a Foot, Toes, Heel, and every Part of a Foot; how it came thither, I knew not, nor
               could in the least imagine. But after innumerable fluttering Thoughts, like a Man
               perfectly confus'd and out of my self, I came Home to my Fortification, not feeling,
               as we say, the Ground I went on, but terrify'd to the last Degree, looking behind me
               at every two or three Steps, mistaking every Bush and Tree, and fancying every Stump at a Distance to be a Man; nor is it
               possible to describe how many various Shapes affrighted
               Imagination represented Things to me in, how many wild Ideas were found every Moment
               in my Fancy, and what strange unaccountable Whimsies came into my Thoughts by the
               Way.</p>
            <p>When I came to my Castle, for so I think I call'd it ever after this, I fled into it
               like one pursued; whether I went over by the Ladder as first contriv'd, or went in at the Hole in the Rock, which I call'd a
               Door, I cannot remember; no, nor could I remember the next Morning, for never
               frighted Hare fled to Cover, or Fox to Earth, with more Terror of Mind than I to this
               Retreat.</p>
            <p>I slept none that Night; the farther I was from the Occasion of my Fright, the
               greater my Apprehensions were, which is something contrary
               to the Nature of such Things, and especially to the usual
               Practice of all Creatures in Fear: But I was so embarrass'd with my own frightful
               Ideas of the Thing, that I form'd nothing but dismal Imaginations to my self, even tho' I was now a great way off of it. Sometimes I fancy'd it
               must be the Devil; and Reason joyn'd in with me upon this
                  Supposition: For how should any other Thing in human <pb n="183"/> Shape come into
               the Place? Where was the Vessel that brought them? What Marks was there of any other
               Footsteps? And how was it possible a Man should come there? But then to think that
                  <hi rend="italic">Satan</hi> should take human Shape upon him in such a Place where there could
               be no manner of Occasion for it, but to leave the Print of his Foot behind him, and
               that even for no Purpose too, for he could not be sure I should see it; this was an
               Amusement the other Way; I consider'd that the Devil might have found out abundance
               of other Ways to have terrify'd me than this of the single Print of a Foot. That as I
               liv'd quite on the other Side of the Island, he would never have been so simple to
               leave a Mark in a Place where 'twas Ten Thousand to one whether I should ever see it or not, and in the Sand too, which the first Surge of the
               Sea upon a high Wind would have defac'd entirely: All this seem'd inconsistent with
               the Thing it self, and with all the Notions we usually entertain of the Subtilty of
               the Devil.</p>
            <p>Abundance of such Things as these assisted to argue me out
               of all Apprehensions of its being the Devil: And I presently concluded then, that it
               must be some more dangerous Creature, (<hi rend="italic">viz.</hi>) That it must be some of the
               Savages of the main Land over-against me, who had wander'd out to Sea in their
                  <hi rend="italic">Canoes</hi>; and either driven by the Currents, or by contrary Winds had <ref target="arrived_" corresp="arrived">made</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="arrived" target="arrived_" type="gloss">Arrived at</note> the Island; and had been on Shore, but were gone away again to
               Sea, being as loth, perhaps, to have stay'd in this desolate
               Island, as I would have been to have had them.</p>
            <p>While these Reflections were rowling upon my Mind, I was very thankful in my
               Thoughts, that I was so happy as not to be thereabouts at that Time, or that they did
               not see my Boat, by which they would have concluded that some Inhabitants 
               
               <pb n="184"/> had been in the Place, and perhaps have
               search'd farther for me: Then terrible Thoughts rack'd my Imagination about their
               having found my Boat, and that there were People here; and that if so, I should
               certainly have them come again in greater Numbers, and devour me; that if it should
               happen so that they should not find me, yet they would find my Enclosure, destroy all
               my Corn, carry away all my Flock of tame Goats, and I should
                  perish at last for meer Want.</p>
            <p>Thus my Fear banish'd all my religious Hope; all that former Confidence in God which
               was founded upon such wonderful Experience as I had had of his Goodness, now
               vanished, as if he that had fed me by Miracle hitherto, could not preserve by his
               Power the Provision which he had made for me by his Goodness. I reproach'd my self
               with my Easiness, that would not sow any more Corn one Year than would just serve me
               till the next Season, as if no Accident could intervene to prevent my enjoying the
               Crop that was upon the Ground; and this I thought so just a Reproof, that I resolv'd
               for the future to have two or three Years Corn beforehand,
               so that whatever might come, I might not perish for want of Bread.</p>
            <p>How strange a <ref target="chequer_" corresp="chequer">Chequer Work</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="chequer" target="chequer_" type="gloss">Checkerboard</note> of Providence is the Life of Man! and by what secret
               differing Springs are the Affections hurry'd about as differing Circumstance present! To Day we love what to Morrow we hate; to Day we seek
               what to Morrow we shun; to Day we desire what to Morrow we
               fear; nay even tremble at the Apprehensions of; this was exemplify'd in me at this
               Time in the most lively Manner imaginable; for I whose only Affliction was, that I
               seem'd banished from human Society, that I was alone, circumscrib'd by the boundless
               Ocean, cut off from Mankind, and condemn'd <pb n="185"/> to what I call'd silent Life; that I was as one who
               Heaven thought not worthy to be number'd among the Living,
               or to appear among the rest of his Creatures; that to have seen one of my own
               Species, would have seem'd to me a Raising me from Death to Life, and the greatest
               Blessing that Heaven it self, next to the supreme Blessing of Salvation, could
               bestow; <hi rend="italic">I say,</hi> that I should now tremble at the very Apprehensions of seeing
               a Man, and was ready to sink into the Ground at but the Shadow or silent Appearance
               of a Man's having set his Foot in the Island.</p>
            <p>Such is the uneven State of human Life: And it afforded me a great many curious
               Speculations afterwards, when I had a little recover'd my
               first Surprize; I consider'd that this was the Station of Life the infinitely wise
               and good Providence of God had determin'd for me, that as I could not foresee what
               the Ends of Divine Wisdom might be in all this, so I was not to dispute his
               Sovereignty, who, as I was his Creature, had an undoubted Right by Creation to govern
               and dispose of me absolutely as he thought fit; and who, as
               I was a Creature who had offended him, had likewise a judicial Right to condemn me to what Punishment he thought fit; and that it was my
               Part to submit to bear his Indignation, because I had sinn'd against him.</p>
            <p>I then reflected that God, who was not only Righteous but Omnipotent, as he had
               thought fit thus to punish and afflict me, so he was able to deliver me; that if he
               did not think fit to do it, 'twas my unquestion'd Duty to resign my self absolutely
               and entirely to his Will; and on the other Hand, it was my Duty also to hope in him,
               pray to him, and quietly to attend the Dictates and Directions of his daily
               Providence.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="186"/>These Thoughts took me up many Hours, Days;
               nay, I may say, Weeks and Months; and one particular Effect
               of my Cogitations on this Occasion, I cannot omit, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> One Morning early,
               lying in my Bed, and fill'd with Thought about my Danger from the Appearance of
               Savages, I found it discompos'd me very much, upon which
               those Words of the Scripture came into my Thoughts, <ref target="psalm50_" corresp="psalm50">Call upon me in the Day of Trouble, and I will deliver, and thou
                  shalt glorify me.</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="psalm50" target="psalm50_" type="gloss">Psalm 50:15</note>
            </p>
            <p>Upon this, rising chearfully out of my Bed, my Heart was not only comforted, but I
               was guided and encourag'd to pray earnestly to God for Deliverance: When I had done praying, I took up my Bible, and opening it to read, the
               first Words that presented to me, were, <ref target="psalms_" corresp="psalms">Wait
                  on the Lord, and be of good Cheer, and he shall strengthen thy Heart; wait, I say,
                  on the Lord:</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="psalms" target="psalms_" type="gloss">Psalm 27:14 and Psalm 31:24</note> It is impossible
               to express the Comfort this gave me. In Answer, I thankfully
               laid down the Book, and was no more sad, at least, not on that Occasion.</p>
            <p>In the middle of these Cogitations, Apprehensions and
               Reflections, it came into my Thought one Day, that all this might be a meer <ref target="chimera_" corresp="chimera">Chimera</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="chimera" target="chimera_" type="gloss">Monstrous imagining (more literally, a monster in Greek mythology, with a lion's
                  head, a goat's body, and a serpent's tail)</note> of my own; and that this Foot
               might be the Print of my own Foot, when I came on Shore from my Boat: This chear'd me
               up a little too, and I began to perswade my self it was all
               a Delusion; that it was nothing else but my own Foot, and
               why might not I come that way from the Boat, as well as I was going that way to the Boat; again, I consider'd also that I
               could by no Means tell for certain where I had trod, and where I had not; and that if
               at last this was only the Print of my own Foot, I had play'd the Part of those Fools,
               who strive to make stories of Spectres, and Apparitions; and then are frighted at
               them more than any body.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="187"/>Now I began to take Courage, and to peep
               abroad again; for I had not stirr'd out of my Castle for three Days and Nights; so
               that I began to starve for Provision; for I had little or nothing within Doors, but
               some Barley Cakes and Water. Then I knew that my Goats wanted to be milk'd too, which
                  usually was my Evening Diversion; and the poor Creatures
               were in great Pain and Inconvenience for want of it; and indeed, it almost spoil'd
               some of them, and almost dry'd up their Milk.</p>
            <p>Heartning my self therefore with the Belief that this was nothing but the Print of
               one of my own Feet, and so I might be truly said to <ref target="start_" corresp="start">start</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="start" target="start_" type="gloss">Startle</note> at my own Shadow, I began to go abroad
               again, and went to my Country House, to milk my Flock; but to see with what Fear I
               went forward, how often I look'd behind me, how I was ready every now and then to lay
               down my Basket, and run for my Life, it would have made any one have thought I was
                  haunted with an evil Conscience, or that I had been
                  lately most terribly frighted, and so indeed I had.</p>
            <p>However, as I went down thus two or three Days, and having seen nothing, I began to
               be a little bolder; and to think there was really nothing in
               it, but my own Imagination: But I cou'd not perswade my self
               fully of this, till I should go down to the Shore again, and see this Print of a
               Foot, and measure it by my own, and see if there was any Similitude or Fitness, that I might be assur'd it was my own Foot: But when I came to
               the Place, <hi rend="italic">First,</hi> It appear'd evidently to me, that when I laid up my Boat,
               I could not possibly be on Shore any where there about. <hi rend="italic">Secondly,</hi> When I
               came to measure the Mark with my own Foot, I found my Foot
               not so large by a great deal; both these Things fill'd my Head with new Imaginations,
               and gave me <ref target="humors2_" corresp="humors2">the Vapours</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="humors2" target="humors2_" type="gloss">Physiologically, the four humors (sanguine, choleric, phlegmatic, melancholic)
                  were thought to emit "vapors" that ascended to the brain and shaped one's
                  temperament. When the humors were unbalanced, the vapors caused distemper and
                  illness.</note> again, to the highest Degree; so that I <pb n="188"/> shook with cold, like one in an Ague: And I went Home
               again, fill'd with the Belief that some Man or Men had been on Shore there; or in
               short, that the Island was inhabited, and I might be surpriz'd before I was aware; and what course to take for my Security I
               knew not.</p>
            <p>O what ridiculous Resolution Men take, when possess'd with Fear! It deprives them of
               the Use of those Means which Reason offers for their Relief. The first Thing I
               propos'd to my self, was, to throw down my Enclosures, and turn all my tame Cattle
               wild into the Woods, that the Enemy might not find them; and then frequent the Island
               in Prospect of the same, or the like Booty: Then to the
               simple Thing of Digging up my two Corn Fields, that they might not find such a Grain
               there, and still be prompted to frequent the Island; then to demolish my Bower, and Tent, that they might not see any
               Vestiges of Habitation, and be prompted to look farther, in order to find out the
               Persons inhabiting.</p>
            <p>These were the Subject of the first Night's Cogitation,
               after I was come Home again, while the Apprehensions which had so over-run my Mind
               were fresh upon me, and my Head was full of Vapours, as
               above: Thus Fear of Danger is ten thousand Times more
               terrifying than Danger it self, when apparent to the Eyes; and we find the Burthen of Anxiety greater by much, than the Evil which we are
               anxious about; and which was worse than all this, I had not that Relief in this
               Trouble from the Resignation I used to practise, that I hop'd to have. I look'd, I
               thought, like <ref target="philistines_" corresp="philistines">Saul,</ref> who
               complain'd not only that the <hi rend="italic">Philistines</hi> were upon him; but that God had
               forsaken him <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="philistines" target="philistines_" type="gloss">Saul, the first king of the Israelites, summons
                  the spirit of the prophet Samuel and tells him, "I am sore distressed; for the
                  Philistines make war against me, and God is departed from me, and answereth me no
                  more, neither by prophets, nor by dreams" (1 Samuel 28:15).</note>; for I did not
               now take due Ways to compose my Mind, by crying to God in my Distress, and resting
               upon his Providence, <pb n="189"/>
               as I had done before, for my Defence and Deliverance; which if I had done, I had, at
               least, been more cheerfully supported under this new Surprise, and perhaps carry'd through it with more Resolution.</p>
            <p>This Confusion of my Thoughts kept me waking all Night; but in the Morning I fell
               asleep, and having by the Amusement of my Mind, been, as it were, tyr'd, and my
               Spirits exhausted; I slept very soundly, and wak'd much
               better compos'd than I had ever been before; and now I began to think sedately; and
               upon the utmost Debate with my self, I concluded, That this Island, which was so
               exceeding pleasant, fruitful, and no farther from the main Land than as I had seen,
               was not so entirely abandon'd as I might imagine: That
               altho' there were no stated Inhabitants who liv'd on the Spot; yet that there might
               sometimes come Boats off from the Shore, who either with Design, or perhaps never,
               but when they were driven by cross Winds, might come to this Place.</p>
            <p>That I had liv'd here fifteen Years now, and had not met with the least Shadow or
               Figure of any People yet; and that if at any Time they should be driven here, it was
               probable they went away again as soon as ever they could, seeing they had never
               thought fit to fix there upon any Occasion, to this Time.</p>
            <p>That the most I cou'd suggest any Danger from, was, from any such casual accidental
               Landing of straggling People from the Main, who, as it was likely if they were driven
               hither, were here against their Wills; so they made no stay here, but went off again
               with all possible Speed, seldom staying one Night on Shore, least they should not
               have the Help of the Tides, and Day-light back again; and that therefore I had
               nothing to do but to consider <pb n="190"/> of some safe
               Retreat, in Case I should see any Savages land upon the
               Spot.</p>
            <p>Now I began sorely to repent, that I had dug my Cave so large, as to bring a Door
               through again, which Door, as I said, came out beyond where
               my Fortification joyn'd to the Rock; upon maturely considering this therefore, I
               resolv'd to draw me a second Fortification, in the same Manner of a Semicircle, at a Distance from my Wall, just where I had planted a double
               Row of Trees, about twelve Years before, of which I made mention: These Trees having been planted so thick before, they wanted but a few Piles
               to be driven between them, that they should be thicker, and stronger, and my Wall
               would be soon finish'd.</p>
            <p>So that I had now a double Wall, and my outer Wall was thickned with Pieces of
               Timber, old Cables, and every Thing I could think of, to
               make it strong; having in it seven little Holes, about as big as I might put my Arm
               out at: In the In-side of this, I thickned my Wall to above ten Foot thick, with
               continual bringing Earth out of my Cave, and laying it at the Foot of the Wall, and
               walking upon it; and through the seven Holes, I contriv'd to plant the Musquets, of
               which I took Notice, that I got seven on Shore out of the Ship; these, I say, I
               planted like my Cannon, and fitted them into Frames that held them like a Carriage,
               that so I could fire all the seven Guns in two Minutes Time:
               This Wall I was many a weary Month a finishing, and yet never thought my self safe
               till it was done.</p>
            <p>When this was done, I stuck all the Ground without my Wall, for a great way every
               way, as full with Stakes or Sticks of the <ref target="osier_" corresp="osier">Osier</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="osier" target="osier_" type="gloss">A variety of Eurasian willows</note> like Wood, which I found so apt
               to grow, as they could well stand; insomuch, that I believe I might set in near <pb n="191"/> twenty thousand of them, leaving a pretty
               large Space between them and my Wall, that I might have room to see an Enemy, and
               they might have no shelter from the young Trees, if they attempted to approach my
               outer Wall.</p>
            <p>Thus in two Years Time I had a thick Grove and in five or six Years Time I had a Wood
               before my Dwelling, growing so monstrous thick and strong, that it was indeed
               perfectly impassable; and no Men of what kind soever, would ever imagine that there was any Thing beyond it, much less a
               Habitation: As for the Way which I propos'd to my self to go in and out, for I left
               no Avenue; it was by setting two Ladders, one to a Part of the Rock which was low,
               and then broke in, and left room to place another Ladder upon that; so when the two
               Ladders were taken down, no Man living could come down to me without mischieving
                  himself; and if they had come down, they were still on
               the Out-side of my outer Wall.</p>
            <p>Thus I took all the Measures humane Prudence could suggest for my own Preservation;
               and it will be seen at length, that they were not altogether without just Reason;
               though I foresaw nothing at that Time, more than my meer Fear suggested to me.</p>
            <head> <ref target="Audio14_" corresp="Audio14">[Audio File]</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Audio14" target="Audio14_">
                                <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/defoe-crusoe/soundFiles/robinsoncrusoe_14_defoe_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Mark F. Smith</note>
                        </head>
            <p>While this was doing, I was not altogether Careless of my
               other Affairs; for I had a great Concern upon me, for my little Herd of Goats; they
               were not only a present Supply to me upon every Occasion,
               and began to be sufficient to me, without the Expence of Powder and Shot; but also
               without the Fatigue of Hunting after the wild Ones, and I was loth to lose the
               Advantage of them, and to have them all to nurse up over again.</p>
            <p>To this Purpose, after long Consideration, I could think of but two Ways to preserve
               them; <pb n="192"/> one was to find another convenient
               Place to dig a a Cave Under-ground, and to drive them into it every Night; and the
               other was to enclose two or three little Bits of Land, remote from one another and as
               much conceal'd as I could, where I might keep about half a Dozen young Goats in each
               Place: So that if any Disaster happen'd to the Flock in general, I might be able to
               raise them again with little Trouble and Time: And this,
               tho' it would require a great deal of Time and Labour, I
               thought was the most rational Design.</p>
            <p>Accordingly I spent some Time to find out the most retir'd Parts of the Island; and I
               pitch'd upon one which was as private indeed as my Heart
               could wish for; it was a little damp Piece of Ground in the Middle of the hollow and
               thick Woods, where, as is observ'd, I almost lost my self once before, endeavouring to come back that Way from the Eastern
               Part of the Island: Here I found a clear Piece of Land near three Acres, so
                  surrounded with Woods, that it was almost an Enclosure by
               Nature, at least it did not want near so much Labour to make
               it so, as the other Pieces of Ground I had work'd so hard at.</p>
            <p>I immediately went to Work with this Piece of Ground, and in less than a Month's
               Time, I had so fenc'd it round, that my Flock or Herd, call it which you please, who
               were not so wild now as at first they might be supposed to be, were well enough secur'd in it. So, without any farther Delay, I removed ten young She-Goats and two He-Goats to this
               Piece; and when they were there, I continued to perfect the Fence till I had made it
               as secure as the other, which, however, I did at more Leisure, and it took me up more
               Time by a great deal.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="193"/>All this Labour I was at the Expence of,
               purely from my Apprehensions on the Account of the Print of a Man's Foot which I had
               seen; for as yet I never saw any human Creature come near the Island, and I had now
               liv'd two Years under these Uneasinesses, which indeed made
               my Life much less comfortable than it was before; as may well be imagin'd by any who
               know what it is to live in the constant Snare of <hi rend="italic">the Fear of Man</hi>; and this I
               must observe with Grief too, that the Discomposure of my
               Mind had too great Impressions also upon the religious Part
               of my Thoughts, for the Dread and Terror of falling into the Hands of Savages and Canibals, lay so upon my Spirits, that I seldom
               found my self in a due Temper for <ref target="supplication_" corresp="supplication">Application to my Maker</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="supplication" target="supplication_" type="gloss">Prayer or supplication</note>, at least not with the sedate Calmness
               and Resignation of Soul which I was wont to do; I rather pray'd to God as under great
               Affliction and Pressure of Mind, surrounded with Danger, and in Expectation every
               Night of being murther'd and devour'd before Morning; and I must testify from my
               Experience that a <ref target="temper_" corresp="temper">Temper</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="temper" target="temper_" type="gloss">Temperament</note> of Peace, Thankfulness, Love and Affection, is
               much more the proper Frame for Prayer than that of Terror and Discomposure; and that
               under the Dread of Mischief impending, a Man is no more fit for a comforting
               Performance of the Duty of praying to God, than he is for Repentance on a sick Bed:
               For these Discomposures affect the Mind as the others do the Body; and the
               Discomposure of the Mind must necessarily be as great a Disability as that of the Body, and much greater, Praying to God
               being properly an Act of the Mind, not of the Body.</p>
            <p>But to go on; After I had thus secur'd one Part of my little living Stock, I went
               about the whole Island, searching for another private Place, to make <pb n="194"/> such another Deposit; when wandring more to the
                  <hi rend="italic">West</hi> Point of the Island, than I had ever done yet, and looking out to
               Sea, I thought I saw a Boat upon the Sea, at a great
               Distance; I had found a Prospective <ref target="glass_" corresp="glass">Glass</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="glass" target="glass_" type="gloss">A spyglass, or sailor's telescope</note>, or two, in
               one of the Seamen's Chests, which I sav'd out of our Ship; but I had it not about me,
               and this was so remote, that I could not tell what to make of it; though I look'd at
               it till my Eyes were not able to hold to look any longer; whether it was a Boat, or
               not, I do not know; but as I descended from the Hill, I could see no more of it, so I
               gave it over; only I resolv'd to go no more out without a Prospective Glass in my
               Pocket.</p>
            <p>When I was come down the Hill, to the End of the Island, where indeed I had never
               been before, I was presently convinc'd, that the seeing the Print of a Man's Foot,
               was not such a strange Thing in the Island as I imagin'd; and but that it was a special Providence that I was cast upon the Side of the Island,
               where the Savages never came: I should easily have known,
               that nothing was more frequent than for the <hi rend="italic">Canoes</hi> from the Main, when they
                  happen'd to be a little too far out at Sea, to shoot over
               to that Side of the Island for Harbour; likewise as they often met, and fought in
               their <hi rend="italic">Canoes,</hi> the Victors having taken any
               Prisoners, would bring them over to this Shore, where according to their dreadful Customs, being all <hi rend="italic">Canibals,</hi> they would kill
               and eat them; of which hereafter.</p>
            <p>When I was come down the Hill, to the Shore, as I said above, being the <hi rend="italic">S.
                  W.</hi> Point of the Island, I was perfectly confounded
               and amaz'd; nor is it possible for me to express the Horror of my Mind, at seeing the
               Shore spread with Skulls, Hands, Feet, and other Bones of humane Bodies; and
               particularly I observ'd a Place where there had <pb n="195" facs="tcp:0653600100:201"/> been a Fire made, and a Circle dug in the Earth, like a <ref target="cockpit_" corresp="cockpit">Cockpit</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="cockpit" target="cockpit_" type="gloss">Here alluding to the cockpit of a
                  ship, or the part of the helm where the steering wheel is</note>, where it is
               suppos'd the Savage Wretches had sat down to their inhumane Feastings upon the Bodies of their Fellow-Creatures.</p>
            <p>I was so astonish'd with the Sight of these Things, that I entertain'd no Notions of
               any Danger to my self from it for a long while; All my Apprehensions were bury'd in
               the Thoughts of such a Pitch of inhuman, hellish Brutality,
               and the Horror of the Degeneracy of Humane Nature; which
               though I had heard of often, yet I never had so near a View of before; in short, I
               turn'd away my Face from the horrid Spectacle; my Stomach grew sick, and I was just
               at the Point of Fainting, when Nature discharg'd the
               Disorder from my Stomach; and having vomited with an
               uncommon Violence, I was a little reliev'd; but cou'd not bear to stay in the Place a
               Moment; so I gat me up the Hill again, with all the Speed I cou'd, and walk'd on
               towards my own Habitation.</p>
            <p>When I came a little out of that Part of the Island, I stood
               still a while as amaz'd; and then recovering my self, I
               look'd up with the utmost Affection of my Soul, and with a
               Flood of Tears in my Eyes, gave God Thanks that had cast my first Lot in a Part of
               the World, where I was <ref target="distinguished_" corresp="distinguished_">distinguish'd</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="distinguished" target="distinguished_" type="gloss">Physically separated</note> from such
               dreadful Creatures as these; and that though I had esteem'd my present Condition very
               miserable, had yet given me so many Comforts in it, that I had still more to give
               Thanks for than to complain of; and this above all, that I had even in this miserable
               Condition been comforted with the Knowledge of himself, and the Hope of his Blessing,
               which was a Felicity more than sufficiently equivalent to
               all the Misery which I had suffer'd, or could suffer.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="196"/>In this Frame of Thankfulness, I went Home to
               my Castle, and began to be much easier now, as to the Safety of my Circumstances,
               than ever I was before; for I observ'd, that these Wretches never came to this Island
               in search of what they could get; perhaps not seeking, not wanting, or not expecting any Thing here; and having often, no doubt, been up
               in the cover'd woody Part of it, without finding any Thing to their Purpose. I knew I
               had been here now almost eighteen Years, and never saw the least Foot-steps of Humane
               Creature there before; and I might be here eighteen more, as entirely conceal'd as I was now, if I did not discover my self
               to them, which I had no manner of Occasion to do, it being
               my only Business to keep my self entirely conceal'd where I was, unless I found a
               better sort of Creatures than <hi rend="italic">Canibals</hi> to make my self known to.</p>
            <p>Yet I entertain'd such an Abhorrence of the Savage Wretches, that I have been
               speaking of, and of the wretched inhuman Custom of their devouring and eating one
               another up, that I continu'd pensive, and sad, and kept close within my own Circle
               for almost two Years after this: When I say my own Circle, I mean by it, my three
               Plantations, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> my Castle, my Country Seat, which I call'd my Bower, and
               my Enclosure in the Woods; nor did I look after this for any other Use than as an
               Enclosure for my Goats; for the Aversion which Nature gave me to these hellish
               Wretches, was such, that I was fearful of seeing them, as of seeing the Devil
               himself; nor did I so much as go to look after my Boat, in all this Time; but began
               rather to think of making me another; for I cou'd not think of ever making any more
               Attempts, to bring the other Boat round the Island to me, <ref target="lest_" corresp="lest">least</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="lest" target="lest_" type="gloss">Lest</note> I should meet with some of these Creatures
               at Sea, <pb n="197"/> in which, if I had happen'd to have
               fallen into their Hands, I knew what would have been my Lot.</p>
            <p>Time however, and the Satisfaction I had, that I was in no Danger of being discover'd
               by these People, began to wear off my Uneasiness about them; and I began to live just
               in the same compos'd Manner as before; only with this Difference, that I used more
               Caution, and kept my Eyes more about me than I did before,
               least I should happen to be seen by any of them; and particularly, I was more
               cautious of firing my Gun, least any of them being on the Island, should happen to
               hear of it; and it was therefore a very good Providence to me, that I had furnish'd
               my self with a tame Breed of Goats, that I needed not hunt any more about the Woods,
               or shoot at them; and if I did catch any of them after this, it was by Traps, and
               Snares, as I had done before; so that for two Years after this, I believe I never
               fir'd my Gun once of, though I never went out without it; and which was more, as I
               had sav'd three Pistols out of the Ship, I always carry'd
               them out with me, or at least two of them, sticking them in my Goat-skin Belt; also I
               furbish'd up one of the great <ref target="cutlass_" corresp="cutlass">Cutlashes</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="cutlass" target="cutlass_" type="gloss">Cutlasses (a sailor's sword with a curved
                  blade)</note>, that I had out of the Ship, and made me a Belt to put it on also;
               so that I was now a most formidable Fellow to look at, when I went abroad, if you add
               to the former Description of my self, the Particular of two Pistols, and a great
               broad Sword, hanging at my Side in a Belt, but without a Scabbard.</p>
            <p>Things going on thus, as I have said, for some Time; I seem'd, excepting these
               Cautions, to be reduc'd to my former calm, sedate Way of Living, all these Things
               tended to shewing me more and more how far my Condition was from being miserable, compar'd to some others; nay, to many other Particulars of Life, which it might have pleased, <pb n="198"/> God to have
               made my Lot. It put me upon reflecting, How little repining there would be among Mankind, at any Condition of Life, if People would rather compare their Condition with those that are
               worse, in order to be thankful, than be always comparing them with those which are
               better, to assist their Murmurings and Complainings.</p>
            <p>As in my present Condition there were not really many Things which I wanted; so
               indeed I thought that the Frights I had been in about these Savage Wretches, and the
               Concern I had been in for my own Preservation, had taken off the Edge of my Invention for my own Conveniences; and I had dropp'd a good
                  <ref target="design2_" corresp="design2">Design</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="design2" target="design2_" type="gloss">Plan or scheme</note>, which I had once bent my Thoughts too much upon; and that
               was, to try if I could not make some of my Barley into Malt, and then try to brew my
               self some Beer: This was really a whimsical Thought, and I
               reprov'd my self often for the Simplicity of it; for I presently saw there would be
               the want of several Things necessary to the making my Beer, that it would be
               impossible for me to supply; as First, Casks to preserve it in, which was a Thing,
               that as I have observ'd already, I cou'd never compass; no,
               though I spent not many Days, but Weeks, nay, Months in attempting it, but to no purpose. In the next Place, I had no <ref target="hops_" corresp="hops">Hops</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="hops" target="hops_" type="gloss">Particular varieties of seed cones used
                  to provide bitter flavor, and as a stabilizing agent to prevent beer from going
                  bad</note> to make it keep, no Yeast to make it work, no Copper or Kettle to make
               it boil; and yet all these Things, notwithstanding, I verily believe, had not these
               Things interven'd, I mean the Frights and Terrors I was in about the Savages, I <ref target="would4_" corresp="would4">had</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="would4" target="would4_" type="gloss">would have</note> undertaken it, and perhaps brought it to pass too; for I
               seldom gave any Thing over without accomplishing it, when I
               once had it in my Head enough to begin it.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="199"/>But my Invention now run quite another Way;
               for Night and Day, I could think of nothing but how I might destroy some of these
               Monsters in their cruel bloody Entertainment, and if possible, save the Victim they
               should bring hither to destroy. It would take up a larger Volume than this whole Work
               is intended to be, to set down all the Contrivances I
               hatch'd, or rather brooded upon in my Thought, for the destroying these Creatures, or
               at least frighting them, so as to prevent their coming hither any more; but all was
               abortive, nothing could be possible to take effect, unless I was to be there to do it
               my self; and what could one Man do among them, when perhaps there might be twenty or
               thirty of them together, with their Darts, or their Bows and Arrows, with which they
               could shoot as true to a Mark, as I could with my Gun?</p>
            <p>Sometimes I contriv'd to dig a Hole under the Place where they made their Fire, and
               put in five or six Pound of Gun-powder, which when they kindled their Fire, would
               consequently take Fire, and blow up all that was near it; but as in the first Place I
               should be very loth to wast so much Powder upon them, my Store being now within the
                  Quantity of one Barrel; so neither could I be sure of its
               going off, at any certain Time; when it might surprise them,
               and at best, that it would do little more than just blow the Fire about their Ears
               and fright them, but not sufficient to make them forsake the Place; so I laid it
               aside, and then propos'd, that I would place my self in Ambush, in some convenient Place, with my three Guns, all double loaded; and in
               the middle of their bloody Ceremony, let fly at them, when I
               should be sure to kill or wound perhaps two or three at every shoot; and then falling
               in upon them with my three Pistols, <pb n="200"/> and my
               Sword, I made no doubt, but that if there was twenty I should kill them all: This
               Fancy pleas'd my Thoughts for some Weeks, and I was so full of it, that I often
               dream'd of it; and sometimes that I was just going to let fly at them in my
               Sleep.</p>
            <p>I went so far with it in my Imagination, that I employ'd my self several Days to find
               out proper Places to put my self in <ref target="ambuscade_" corresp="ambuscade">Ambuscade</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="ambuscade" target="ambuscade_" type="gloss">Ambush</note>, as I said, to watch for them; and
               I went frequently to the Place it self, which was now grown more familiar to me; and
               especially while my Mind was thus fill'd with Thoughts of Revenge, and of a bloody
                  putting twenty or thirty of them to the Sword, as I may
               call it; the Horror I had at the Place, and at the <ref target="signal_" corresp="signal">Signals</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="signal" target="signal_" type="gloss">Evidence, namely the human remains
                  Crusoe found on the beach</note> of the barbarous Wretches devouring one another, abated my Malice.</p>
            <p>Well, at length I found a Place in the Side of the Hill, where I was satisfy'd I
               might securely wait, till I saw any of their Boats coming, and might then, even
               before they would be ready to come on Shore, convey my self unseen into Thickets of
               Trees, in one of which there was a Hollow large enough to conceal me entirely; and
               were I might sit, and observe all their bloody Doings, and take my full aim at their
               Heads, when they were so close together, as that it would be next to impossible that I should miss my Shoot, or that I could fail
               wounding three or four of them at the first Shoot.</p>
            <p>In this Place then I resolv'd to fix my Design, and accordingly I prepar'd two
               Muskets, and my ordinary Fowling Piece. The two Muskets I loaded with a <ref target="brace_" corresp="brace">Brace of Slugs</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="brace" target="brace_" type="gloss">A
                  handful of musket balls</note> each, and four or five smaller Bullets, about the
               Size of Pistol Bullets; and the Fowling Piece I loaded with near a Handful of <ref target="swanshot_" corresp="swanshot">Swan-shot</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="swanshot" target="swanshot_" type="gloss">Small lead pellets - so called, of course, because
                  a fowling piece is ordinarily used to shoot birds</note>, of the largest Size; I
               also loaded my Pistols with about four Bullets each, and in this <pb n="201"/> Posture, well provided with Ammunition for a second and third Charge, I prepar'd my self for my
               Expedition.</p>
            <p>After I had thus laid the Scheme of my Design, and in my Imagination put it in
               Practice, I continually made my Tour every Morning up to the
               Top of the Hill, which was from my Castle, as I call'd it, about three Miles, or
               more, to see if I cou'd observe any Boats upon the Sea, coming near the Island, or
               standing over towards it; but I began to tire of this hard
               Duty, after I had for two or three Months constantly kept my Watch; but came always
               back without any Discovery, there having not in all that Time been the least Appearance, not only on, or near the Shore; but not on the whole
               Ocean, so far as my Eyes or <ref target="glasses_" corresp="glasses">Glasses</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="glasses" target="glasses_" type="gloss">Spyglasses</note> could reach every Way.</p>
            <p>As long as I kept up my daily Tour to the Hill, to look out; so long also I kept up
               the Vigour of my Design, and my Spirits seem'd to be all the while in a suitable
               Form, for so outragious an Execution as the killing twenty
               or thirty naked Savages, for an Offence which I had not at all entred into a
               Discussion of in my Thoughts, any farther than my Passions were at first fir'd by the
               Horror I conceiv'd at the unnatural Custom of that People of the Country, who it seems had been suffer'd by Providence in his
               wise <ref target="disposition_" corresp="disposition">Disposition</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="disposition" target="disposition_" type="gloss">Arrangement or organization; setting forth</note> of the World, to
               have no other Guide than that of their own abominable and
               vitiated Passions; and consequently were left, and perhaps had been so for some Ages,
               to act such horrid Things, and receive such dreadful Customs, as nothing but Nature entirely abandon'd of Heaven, and acted by some
               hellish Degeneracy, could have run them into: But now, when as I have said, I began
               to be weary of the fruitless Excursion, which I had made so
               long, and so far, every <pb n="202"/> Morning in vain, so my Opinion of the Action it self
               began to alter, and I began with cooler and calmer Thoughts to consider what it was I
               was going to engage in. What Authority, or Call I had, to
               pretend to be Judge and Executioner upon these Men as Criminals, whom Heaven had
               thought fit for so many Ages to suffer unpunish'd, to go on, and to be as it were,
               the Executioners of his Judgments one upon another. How far
               these People were Offenders against me, and what Right I had to engage in the Quarrel
               of that Blood, which they shed promiscuously one upon another. I debated this very
               often with my self thus; How do I know what God himself judges in this particular
               Case; it is certain these People either do not commit this as a Crime; it is not
               against their own Consciences reproving, or their Light reproaching them. They do not
               know it be an Offence, and then commit it in Defiance of Divine Justice, as we do in
               almost all the Sins we commit. They think it no more a Crime to kill a Captive taken
               in War, than we do to kill an Ox; nor to eat humane Flesh, than we do to eat
               Mutton.</p>
            <p>When I had consider'd this a little, it follow'd necessarily, that I was certainly in
               the Wrong in it, that these People were not Murtherers in the Sense that I had before
               condemn'd them, in my Thoughts; any more than those Christians were Murtherers, who
               often put to Death the Prisoners taken in Battle; or more frequently, upon many
               Occasions, put whole Troops of Men to the Sword, without giving Quarter, though they
               threw down their Arms and submitted.</p>
            <p>In the next Place it occurr'd to me, that albeit the Usage they thus gave one
               another, was thus brutish and inhuman; yet it was really nothing to me: These People
               had done me no Injury. That if they <pb n="203"/> attempted
               me, or I saw it necessary for my immediate Preservation to
               fall upon them, something might be said for it; but that as I was yet out of their
               Power, and they had really no Knowledge of me, and consequently no Design upon me;
               and therefore it could not be just for me to fall upon them. That this would justify
               the Conduct of the <hi rend="italic">Spaniards</hi> in all their Barbarities practis'd in <hi rend="italic">America,</hi> and where they destroy'd Millions of these
               People, who however they were Idolaters and Barbarians, and
               had several bloody and barbarous Rites in their Customs, such as sacrificing human
               Bodies to their Idols, were yet, as to the <hi rend="italic">Spaniards,</hi> very innocent People;
               and that the rooting them out of the Country, is spoken of with the utmost Abhorrence
               and Detestation, by even the <hi rend="italic">Spaniards</hi> themselves, at this Time; and by all
               other Christian Nations of <hi rend="italic">Europe,</hi> as a meer
               Butchery, a bloody and unnatural Piece of Cruelty,
               unjustifiable either to God or Man; and such, as for which
               the very Name of a <hi rend="italic">Spaniard</hi> is reckon'd to be
               frightful and terrible to all People of Humanity, or of Christian Compassion: As if the Kingdom of <hi rend="italic">Spain</hi> were particularly Eminent for
               the Product of a Race of Men, who were without Principles of Tenderness, or the
               common Bowels of Pity to the Miserable, which is reckon'd to be a Mark of generous
                  Temper in the Mind.</p>
            <p>These Considerations really put me to a Pause, and to a kind of a Full-stop; and I
               began by little and little to be off of my Design, and to conclude, I had taken wrong
               Measures in my Resolutions to attack the Savages; that it was not my Business to
               meddle with them, unless they first attack'd me, and this it was my Business if
               possible to prevent; but that if I were discover'd, and attack'd, then I knew my
               Duty.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="204"/>On the other hand, I argu'd with my self, That
               this really was the way not to deliver my self, but entirely to ruin and destroy my
               self; for unless I was sure to kill every one that not only should be on Shore at
               that Time, but that should ever come on Shore afterwards, if but one of them escap'd,
               to tell their Country People what had happen'd, they would come over again by
               Thousands to revenge the Death of their Fellows, and I
               should only bring upon my self a certain Destruction, which at present I had no
               manner of occasion for.</p>
            <p>Upon the whole I concluded, That neither in Principle or in Policy, I ought one way
               or other to concern my self in this Affair. That my Business was by all possible
               Means to conceal my self from them, and not to leave the least Signal to them to
               guess by, that there were any living Creatures upon the
               Island; I mean of humane Shape.</p>
            <p>Religion joyn'd in with this Prudential, and I was convinc'd now many Ways, that I
               was perfectly out of my Duty, when I was laying all my
               bloody Schemes for the Destruction of innocent Creatures, I mean innocent as to me:
               As to the Crimes they were guilty of towards one another, I had nothing to do with
               them; they were National, and I ought to leave them to the
               Justice of God, who is the Governour of Nations, and knows how by National
               Punishments to make a just Retribution for National Offences; and to bring publick
               Judgments upon those who offend in a publick Manner, by such
               Ways as best pleases him.</p>
            <p>This appear'd so clear to me now, that nothing was a greater Satisfaction to me, than
               that I had not been suffer'd to do a Thing which I now saw so much Reason to believe
               would have been no less a Sin, than that of wilful Murther, if I had committed <pb n="205"/> it; and I
               gave most humble Thanks on my Knees to God, that had thus deliver'd me from
               Blood-Guiltiness; beseeching him to grant me the Protection of his Providence, that I
               might not fall into the Hands of the Barbarians; or that I might not lay my Hands
               upon them, unless I had a more clear Call from Heaven to do it, in Defence of my own
               Life.</p>
            <p>In this Disposition I continu'd, for near a Year after this; and so far was I from
               desiring an Occasion for falling upon these Wretches, that
               in all that Time, I never once went up the Hill to see whether there were any of them
               in Sight, or to know whether any of them had been on Shore there, or not, that I
               might not be tempted to renew any of my Contrivances against
               them, or be provok'd by any Advantage which might present it self, to fall upon them;
               only this I did, I went and remov'd my Boat, which I had on the other Side the
               Island, and carry'd it down to the <hi rend="italic">East</hi> End of the whole Island, where I ran
               it into a little Cove which I found under some high Rocks, and where I knew, by
               Reason of the Currents, the Savages durst not, at least would not come with their
               Boats, upon any Account whatsoever.</p>
            <p>With my Boat I carry'd away every Thing that I had left there belonging to her,
               though not necessary for the bare going thither,
                  <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> A Mast and Sail which I had made for her, and a Thing like an
               Anchor, but indeed which could not be call'd either Anchor or Grapling; however, it
               was the best I could make of its kind: All these I remov'd,
               that there might not be the least Shadow of any Discovery, or any Appearance of any
               Boat, or of any human Habitation upon the Island.</p>
            <p>Besides this, I kept my self, as I said, more retir'd than
               ever, and seldom went from my Cell, other <pb n="206"/> than upon my constant Employment, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> To
               milk my She-goats, and manage my little Flock, in the Wood; which as it was quite on
               the other Part of the Island, was quite out of Danger; for certain it is, that these
               Savage People who sometimes haunted this Island, never came with any Thoughts of
               finding any Thing here; and consequently never wandred off from the Coast; and I
               doubt not, but they might have been several Times on Shore, after my Apprehensions of
               them had made me cautious as well as before; and indeed, I look'd back with some
               Horror upon the Thoughts of what my Condition would have
               been, if I had <ref target="chopped_" corresp="chopped">chop'd upon them</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="chopped" target="chopped_" type="gloss">Happened upon them accidentally</note>, and been discover'd before that, when
               naked and unarm'd, except with one Gun, and that loaden often only with small Shot, I walk'd every where peeping, and peeping about the
               Island, to see what I could get; what a Surprise should I have been in, if when I
               discover'd the Print of a Man's Foot, I had instead of that, seen fifteen or twenty
               Savages, and found them pursuing me, and by the Swiftness of their Running, no
               Possibility of my escaping them.</p>
            <p>The Thoughts of this sometimes sunk my very Soul within me, and distress'd my Mind so
               much, that I could not soon recover it, to think what I should have done, and how I
               not only should not have been able to resist them, but even should not have had
               Presence of Mind enough to do what I might have done; much less, what now after so
               much Consideration and Preparation I might be able to do:
               Indeed, after serious thinking of these Things, I should be very Melancholly, and
                  sometimes it would last a great while; but I resolv'd it
               at last all into Thankfulness to that Providence, which had deliver'd me from so many
               unseen Dangers, and had kept me from those Mischiefs which
                  <pb n="207"/> I could no way have been the Agent in
               delivering my self from; because I had not the least Notion of any such Thing
               depending, or the least Supposition of it being possible.</p>
            <p>This renew'd a Contemplation, which often had come to my Thoughts in former Time,
               when first I began to see the merciful Dispositions of Heaven, in the Dangers we run
               through in this Life. How wonderfully we are deliver'd, when we know nothing of it. How when we are in (a <hi rend="italic">Quandary,</hi> as we
               call it) a Doubt or Hesitation, whether to go this Way, or that Way, a secret Hint
               shall direct us this Way, when we intended to go that Way; nay, when Sense, our own
               Inclination, and perhaps Business has call'd to go the other Way, yet a strange
               Impression upon the Mind, from we know not what Springs, and by we know not what
               Power, shall over-rule us to go this Way; and it shall
               afterwards appear, that had we gone that Way which we should have gone, and even to
               our Imagination ought to have gone, we should have been ruin'd and lost: Upon these,
               and many like Reflections, I afterwards made it a certain
               Rule with me, That whenever I found those secret Hints, or
               pressings of my Mind, to doing, or not doing any Thing that presented; or to going this Way, or that Way, I never fail'd to
               obey the secret Dictate; though I knew no other Reason for it, than that such a
               Pressure, or such a Hint hung upon my Mind: I could give many Examples of the Success of this Conduct in the Course of my Life; but more
               especially in the latter Part of my inhabiting this unhappy
               Island; besides many Occasions which it is very likely I
               might have taken Notice of, if I had seen with the same Eyes then, that I saw with
               now: But 'tis never too late to be wise; and I cannot but advise all considering Men, whose Lives are attended with such extraordinary <pb n="208"/>
               Incidents as mine, or even though not so extraordinary, not to slight such secret
                  Intimations of Providence, let them come from what
                  invisible Intelligence they will, that I shall not
               discuss, and perhaps cannot account for; but certainly they are a Proof of the <ref target="converse_" corresp="converse">Converse</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="converse" target="converse_" type="gloss">Conversation or communication (of spirits with humans)</note> of Spirits, and the
                  secret Communication between those embody'd, and those
               unembody'd; and such a Proof as can never be withstood: Of which I shall have
               Occasion to give some very remarkable Instances, in the Remainder of my solitary Residence in this dismal Place.</p>
            <p>I believe the Reader of this will not think strange, if I confess that these
               Anxieties, these constant Dangers I liv'd in, and the
               Concern that was now upon me, put an End to all Invention, and to all the
               Contrivances that I had laid for my future Accommodations and Conveniencies. I had
               the Care of my Safety more now upon my Hands, than that of my Food. I car'd not to
               drive a Nail, or chop a Stick of Wood now, for fear the Noise I should make should be
               heard; much less would I fire a Gun, for the same Reason; and above all, I was
               intollerably uneasy at making any Fire, least the Smoke which is visible at a great
               Distance in the Day should betray me; and for this Reason I remov'd that Part of my Business which requir'd Fire; such as burning of Pots, and
               Pipes, <hi rend="italic">&amp;c.</hi> into my new Apartment in the Woods, where after I had been
               some time, I found to my unspeakable Consolation, a meer
               natural Cave in the Earth, which went in a vast way, and where, I dare say, no Savage, had he been at the Mouth of it, would be so hardy as
               to venture in, nor indeed, would any Man else; but one who like me, wanted nothing so
               much as a safe Retreat.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="209"/>The Mouth of this Hollow, was at the Bottom of
               a great Rock, where by meer accident, (I would say, if I did not see abundant Reason
               to ascribe all such Things now to Providence) I was cutting down some thick Branches
               of Trees, to make Charcoal; and before I go on, I must observe the Reason of my
               making this Charcoal; which was thus:</p>
            <p>I was afraid of making a Smoke about my Habitation, as I
               said before; and yet I could not live there without baking my Bread, cooking my Meat,
                  <hi rend="italic">&amp;c.</hi> so I contriv'd to burn some Wood here, as I had seen done in
                  <hi rend="italic">England,</hi> under Turf, till it became Chark, or
               dry Coal; and then putting the Fire out, I preserv'd the Coal to carry Home; and
               perform the other Services which Fire was wanting for at
               Home without Danger of Smoke.</p>
            <p>But this is by the by: While I was cutting down some Wood here, I perceiv'd that
               behind a very thick Branch of low Brushwood, or under Wood, there was a kind of
               hollow Place; I was curious to look into it, and getting with Difficulty into the
               Mouth of it, I found it was pretty large; that is to say, sufficient for me to stand
               upright in it, and perhaps another with me; but I must confess to you, I made more
               hast out than I did in, when looking farther into the Place, and which was perfectly dark, I saw two broad shining Eyes of some Creature,
               whether Devil or Man I knew not, which twinkl'd like two Stars, the dim Light from
               the Cave's Mouth shining directly in and making the Reflection.</p>
            <p>However, after some Pause, I recover'd my self, and began to call my self a thousand
               Fools, and tell my self, that he that was afraid to see the Devil, was not fit to live twenty Years in an Island all alone; and that I durst to
               believe there was nothing <pb n="210"/> in this Cave that was more frightful than my self;
               upon this, plucking up my Courage, I took up a great Firebrand, and in I rush'd
               again, with the Stick flaming in my Hand; I had not gone three Steps in, but I was
               almost as much frighted as I was before; for I heard a very loud Sigh, like that of a
               Man in some Pain, and it was follow'd by a broken Noise, <hi rend="italic">as if</hi> of Words half
               express'd, and then a deep Sigh again: I stepp'd back, and was indeed struck with
               such a Surprize, that it put me into a cold Sweat; and if I had had a Hat on my Head,
               I will not answer for it, that my Hair might not have lifted it off. But still
               plucking up my Spirits as well as I could, and encouraging my self a little with
               considering that the Power and Presence of God was every where, and was able to
               protect me; upon this I stepp'd forward again, and by the Light of the Firebrand,
               holding it up a little over my Head, I saw lying on the Ground a most monstrous
               frightful old He-goat, just making his Will, as we say, and
               gasping for Life, and dying indeed of meer old Age.</p>
            <p>I stirr'd him a little to see if I could get him out, and he essay'd to get up, but
               was not able to raise himself; and I thought with my self, he might even lie there; for if he had frighted me so, he would
               certainly fright any of the Savages, if any of them should be so hardy as to come in
               there, while he had any Life in him.</p>
            <p>I was now recover'd from my Surprize, and began to look
               round me, when I found the Cave was but very small, that is to say, it might be about
               twelve Foot over, but in no manner of Shape, either round or
               square, no Hands having ever been employ'd in making it, but those of meer Nature: I
               observ'd also, that there was a Place at the farther Side of
               it, that went in farther, but was so <pb n="211"/> low,
               that it requir'd me to creep upon my Hands and Knees to go into it, and whither I
               went I knew not; so having no Candle, I gave it over for some Time; but resolv'd to
               come again the next Day, provided with Candles, and a <ref target="tinderbox_" corresp="tinderbox">Tinder-box</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="tinderbox" target="tinderbox_" type="gloss">A box containing flint and
                  steel for striking a light to make fire</note>, which I had made of the Lock of
               one of the Muskets, with some <ref target="wildfire_" corresp="wildfire">wild-fire in the Pan</ref>. <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="wildfire" target="wildfire_" type="gloss">Dry rags or some other fuel, to catch the spark from the flint.</note>
            </p>
            <p>Accordingly the next Day, I came provided with six large Candles of my own making;
               for I made very good Candles now of <ref target="tallow_" corresp="tallow">Goat's
                  Tallow</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="tallow" target="tallow_" type="gloss">Made from mutton fat</note>; and going into this low Place, I was
               oblig'd to creep upon all Fours, <hi rend="italic">as I have said,</hi> almost ten Yards; which by
               the way, I thought was a Venture bold enough, considering that I knew not how far it
               might go, nor what was beyond it. When I was got through the <ref target="strait_" corresp="strait">Strait</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="strait" target="strait_" type="gloss">Narrow opening</note>, I found the Roof rose higher
               up, I believe near twenty Foot; but never was such a glorious Sight seen in the Island, I dare say, as it was, to look round the Sides and
               Roof of this Vault, or Cave; the Walls reflected 100 thousand Lights to me from my
               two Candles; what it was in Rock, whether Diamonds, or any
               other precious Stones, or Gold, which I rather suppos'd it to be, I knew not.</p>
            <p>The Place I was in, was a most delightful Cavity, or Grotto,
               of its kind, as could be expected, though perfectly dark; the Floor was dry and
               level, and had a sort of small lose Gravel upon it, so that there was no nauseous or
               venemous Creature to be seen, neither was there any damp, or wet, on the Sides or
               Roof: The only Difficulty in it was the Entrance, which
               however as it was a Place of Security, and such a Retreat as I wanted, I thought that
               was a Convenience; so that I was really rejoyc'd at the Discovery, and resolv'd without any Delay, to bring some of those Things
               which I was most anxious about, to this <pb n="212"/>
               Place; particularly, I resolv'd to bring hither my Magazine of Powder, and all my
               spare Arms, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> Two Fowling-Pieces, for I had three in all; and three
               Muskets, for of them I had eight in all; so I kept at my Castle only five, which
               stood ready mounted like Pieces of Cannon, on my out-most Fence; and were ready also
               to take out upon any Expedition.</p>
            <p>Upon this Occasion of removing my Ammunition, I took
               occasion to open the Barrel of Powder which I took up out of
               the Sea, and which had been wet; and I found that the Water had penetrated about
               three or four Inches into the Powder, on every Side, which caking and growing hard, had preserv'd the inside like a Kernel in a Shell;
               so that I had near sixty Pound of very good Powder in the Center of the Cask, and
               this was an agreeable Discovery to me at that Time; so I carry'd all away thither,
               never keeping above two or three Pound of Powder with me in my Castle, for fear of a
               Surprize of any kind: I also carry'd thither all the Lead I had left for Bullets.</p>
            <p>I fancy'd my self now like one of the ancient Giants, which are said to live in
               Caves; and Holes, in the Rocks, where none could come at them; for I perswaded my
               self while I was here, if five hundred Savages were to hunt me, they could never find me out; or if they did, they would not venture to
               attack me here.</p>
            <p>The old Goat who I found expiring, dy'd in the Mouth of the Cave, the next Day after
               I made this Discovery; and I found it much easier to dig a great Hole there, and
               throw him in, and cover him with Earth, than to drag him
               out; so I interr'd him there, to prevent the Offence to my Nose.</p>
            
               <pb n="213"/>
                  
                  <head> <ref target="Audio15_" corresp="Audio15">[Audio File]</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Audio15" target="Audio15_">
                                <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/defoe-crusoe/soundFiles/robinsoncrusoe_15_defoe_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Mark F. Smith</note>
                        </head>
                  <p>I was now in my twenty third Year of Residence in this Island, and was so naturaliz'd to the Place,
               and to the Manner of Living, that could I have but enjoy'd the Certainty that no
               Savages would come to the Place to disturb me, I could have been content to have
               capitulated for spending the rest of my Time there, even to the last Moment, till I had laid me down and dy'd, like the old Goat in
               the Cave. I had also arriv'd to some little Diversions and Amusements, which made the
               Time pass more pleasantly with me a great deal, than it did before; as First, I had
               taught my Poll, as I noted before, to speak; and he did it so familiarly, and talk'd
               so articulately and plain, that it was very pleasant to me; and he liv'd with me no
               less than six and twenty Years: How long he might live afterwards, I know not; though
               I know they have a Notion in the <hi rend="italic">Brasils,</hi> that they live a hundred Years; perhaps poor Poll may be alive there still,
               calling after <hi rend="italic">Poor Robin Crusoe</hi> to this Day. I wish no <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Man
               the ill Luck to come there and hear him; but if he did, he would certainly believe it
               was the Devil. My Dog was a very pleasant and loving Companion to me, for no less
               than sixteen Years of my Time, and then dy'd, of meer old
               Age; as for my Cats, they multiply'd as I have observ'd to that Degree, that I was
               oblig'd to shoot several of them at first, to keep them from devouring me, and all I had; but at length, when the two old Ones
               I brought with me were gone, and after some time continually driving them from me,
               and letting them have no Provision with me, they all ran wild into the Woods, except
               two or three Favourites, which I kept tame; and whose Young when they had any, I
               always drown'd; and these were part of my Family: Besides these, I always kept two or
               three houshold Kids about me, who I <pb n="214"/> taught to
               feed out of my Hand; and I had two more Parrots which talk'd pretty well, and would
               all call <hi rend="italic">Robin Crusoe</hi>; but none like my first; nor indeed did I take the Pains with any of them that I had done with him. I had also
               several tame Sea-Fowls, whose Names I know not, who I caught upon the Shore, and cut
               their Wings; and the little Stakes which I had planted
               before my Castle Wall being now grown up to a good thick Grove, these Fowls all liv'd
               among these low Trees, and bred there, which was very agreeable to me; so that as I
               said above, I began to be very well contented with the Life
               I led, if it might but have been secur'd from the dread of the Savages.</p>
            <p>But <ref target="providence_" corresp="providence">it was otherwise
                  directed</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="providence" target="providence_" type="gloss">Providence decreed otherwise</note>; and it may
               not be amiss for all People who shall meet with my Story, to make this just
               Observation from it, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> How frequently in the Course of our Lives, the
               Evil which in it self we seek most to shun, and which when we are fallen into it, is
               the most dreadful to us, is oftentimes the very Means or Door of our Deliverance, by
               which alone we can be rais'd again from the Affliction we are fallen into. I cou'd
               give many Examples of this in the Course of my unaccountable
               Life; but in nothing was it more particularly remarkable,
               than in the Circumstances of my last Years of solitary Residence in this Island.</p>
            <p>It was now the Month of <hi rend="italic">December,</hi> as I said above,
               in my twenty third Year; and this being the <hi rend="italic">Southern</hi> Solstice, for Winter I
               cannot call it, was the particular Time of my Harvest, and requir'd my being pretty
               much abroad in the Fields, when going out pretty early in the Morning, even before it
               was thorow Day-light, I was surpriz'd with seeing a Light of
               some Fire upon the Shore, at a Distance from me, of about
               two Mile towards the End of the Island, where I had observ'd some Savages <pb n="215"/> had been as
               before; but not on the other Side; but to my great Affliction, it was on my Side of
               the Island.</p>
            <p>I was indeed terribly surpriz'd at the Sight, and stepp'd short within my Grove, not
               daring to go out, least I might be surpriz'd; and yet I had no more Peace within,
               from the Apprehensions I had, that if these Savages in rambling over the Island,
               should find my Corn standing, or cut, or any of my Works and Improvements, they would
                  immediately conclude, that there were People in the
               Place, and would then never give over till they had found me out: In this Extremity I
               went back directly to my Castle, pull'd up the Ladder after me, and made all Things
               without look as wild and natural as I could.</p>
            <p>Then I prepar'd my self within, putting my self in a Posture of Defence; I loaded all
               my Cannon, as I call'd them; that is to say, my Muskets, which were mounted upon my
               new Fortification, and all my Pistols, and resolv'd to defend my self to the last
               Gasp, not forgetting seriously to commend my self to the Divine Protection, and
               earnestly to pray to God to deliver me out of the Hands of the Barbarians; and in
               this Posture I continu'd about two Hours; but began to be mighty impatient for
               Intelligence abroad, for I had no Spies to send out.</p>
            <p>After sitting a while longer, and musing what I should do in this Case, I was not
               able to bear sitting in Ignorance any longer; so setting up
               my Ladder to the Side of the Hill, where there was a flat
               Place, as I observ'd before, and then pulling the Ladder up after me, I set it up
               again, and mounted to the Top of the Hill; and pulling out
               my Perspective Glass, which I had taken on Purpose, I laid me down flat on my Belly,
               on the Ground, and began to look for the Place; I presently found <pb n="216"/> there was no less than nine naked Savages, sitting
               round a small Fire, they had made, not to warm them; for they had no need of that,
               the Weather being extreme hot; but as I suppos'd, to dress some of their barbarous
               Diet, of humane Flesh, which they had brought with them, whether alive or dead I
               could not know.</p>
            <p>They had two <hi rend="italic">Canoes</hi> with them, which they had haled up upon the Shore; and
               as it was then Tide of Ebb, they seem'd to me to wait for the Return of the Flood, to
               go away again; it is not easy to imagine what Confusion this Sight put me into,
               especially seeing them come on my Side the Island, and so near me too; but when I
               observ'd their coming must be always with the Current of the Ebb, I began afterwards
               to be more sedate in my Mind, being satisfy'd that I might go abroad with Safety all
               the Time of the Tide of Flood, if they were not on Shore before: And having made this
               Observation, I went abroad about my Harvest Work with the more Composure.</p>
            <p>As I expected, so it prov'd; for as soon as the Tide made to the <hi rend="italic">Westward,</hi> I
               saw them all take Boat, and row (or paddle as we call it) all away: I should have
               observ'd, that for an Hour and more before they went off, they went to dancing, and I
               could easily discern their Postures, and Gestures, by my Glasses: I could not
               perceive by my <ref target="nicest_" corresp="nicest">nicest</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="nicest" target="nicest_" type="gloss">Most
                  careful</note> Observation, but that they were stark naked, and had not the least
               covering upon them; but whether they were Men or Women, that I could not distinguish.</p>
            <p>As soon as I saw them shipp'd, and gone, I took two Guns upon my Shoulders, and two
               Pistols at my Girdle, and my great Sword by my Side, without
               a Scabbard, and with all the Speed I was able to make, I went away to the Hill, where
               I had discover'd <pb n="217"/> the
               first Appearance of all; and as soon as I gat thither, which was not less than two
               Hours; for I could not go apace, being so loaden with Arms as I was. I perceiv'd
               there had been three <hi rend="italic">Canoes</hi> more of Savages on that Place; and looking out
               farther, I saw they were all at Sea together, making over
               for the Main.</p>
            <p>This was a dreadful Sight to me, especially when going down to the Shore, I could see
               the Marks of Horror, which the dismal Work they had been about had left behind it, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> The Blood, the Bones, and part of the Flesh
               of humane Bodies, eaten and devour'd by those Wretches, with Merriment and Sport: I
               was so fill'd with Indignation at the Sight, that I began now to premeditate the
               Destruction of the next that I saw there, let them be who, or how many soever.</p>
            <p>It seem'd evident to me, that the Visits which they thus make to this Island, are not
               very frequent; for it was above fifteen Months before any
               more of them came on Shore there again; that is to say, I neither saw them, or any
               Footsteps, or Signals of them, in all that Time; for as to the rainy Seasons, then
               they are sure not to come abroad, at least not so far; yet
               all this while I liv'd uncomfortably, by reason of the constant Apprehensions I was in of their coming upon me by Surprize; from
               whence I observe, that the Expectation of Evil is more
               bitter than the Suffering, especially if there is no room to shake off that
               Expectation, or those Apprehensions.</p>
            <p>During all this Time, I was in the murthering Humour; and took up most of my Hours,
               which should have been better employ'd, in contriving how to circumvent, and fall
               upon them, the very next Time I should see them; especially if they should be
               divided, as they were the last Time, into <pb n="218"/> two Parties; nor did I consider at all, that if I
               kill'd one Party, suppose Ten, or a Dozen, I was still the next Day, or Week, or
               Month, to kill another, and so another, even <hi rend="italic">ad infinitum,</hi> till I should be
               at length no less a Murtherer than they were in being Man-eaters; and perhaps much
               more so.</p>
            <p>I spent my Days now in great Perplexity, and Anxiety of Mind, expecting that I should
               one Day or other fall into the Hands of these merciless Creatures; and if I did at any Time venture abroad, it was not without looking round me
               with the greatest Care and Caution imaginable; and now I
               found to my great Comfort, how <ref target="happy_" corresp="happy">happy</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="happy" target="happy_" type="gloss">Fortunate</note> it was that I provided for a tame Flock or Herd of Goats; for I
               durst not upon any account fire my Gun, especially near that
               Side of the Island where they usually came, least I should alarm the Savages; and if
               they had fled from me now, I was sure to have them come back again, with perhaps two
               or three hundred <hi rend="italic">Canoes</hi> with them, in a few Days, and then I knew what to
               expect.</p>
            <p>However, I wore out a Year and three Months more, before I ever saw any more of the
               Savages, and then I found them again, as I shall soon observe. It is true, they might
               have been there once, or twice; but either they made no stay, or at least I did not
               hear them; but in the Month of <hi rend="italic">May,</hi> as near as I could calculate, and in my
               four and twentieth Year, I had a very strange Encounter with them, of which in its
               Place.</p>
            <p>The Perturbation of my Mind, during this fifteen or sixteen
               Months Interval, was very great; I slept unquiet, dream'd always frightful Dreams,
               and often started out of my Sleep in the Night: In the Day great Troubles overwhelm'd
               my Mind, and in the Night I dream'd often of killing the <pb n="219"/> Savages, and of the Reasons why I might justify the
               doing of it; but to <ref target="waive_" corresp="waive">wave</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="waive" target="waive_" type="gloss">Waive,
                  set aside</note> all this for a while; it was in the middle of <hi rend="italic">May,</hi> on
               the sixteenth Day I think, as well as my poor wooden Calendar would reckon; for I
               markt all upon the Post still; I say, it was the sixteenth of <hi rend="italic">May,</hi> that it
               blew a very great Storm of Wind, all Day, with a great deal of Lightning, and
               Thunder, and a very foul Night it was after it; I know not what was the particular
               Occasion of it; but as I was reading in the Bible, and taken up with very serious
               Thoughts about my present Condition, I was surpriz'd with a Noise of a Gun as I
               thought fir'd at Sea.</p>
            <p>This was to be sure a Surprize of a quite different Nature
               from any I had met with before; for the Notions this put into my Thoughts, were quite
               of another kind. I started up in the greatest hast imaginable, and in a trice clapt
               my Ladder to the middle Place of the Rock, and pull'd it after me, and mounting it
               the second Time, got to the Top of the Hill, the very Moment, that a Flash of Fire
               bid me listen for a second Gun, which accordingly, in about half a Minute I heard;
               and by the sound, knew that it was from that Part of the Sea where I was driven down
               the Current in my Boat.</p>
            <p>I immediately consider'd that this must be some Ship in Distress, and that they had
               some Comrade, or some other Ship in Company, and fir'd these Guns for Signals of
               Distress, and to obtain Help: I had this Presence of Mind at that Minute, as to think
               that though I could not help them, it may be they might help me; so I brought
               together all the dry Wood I could get at hand, and making a good handsome Pile, I set
               it on Fire upon the Hill; the Wood was dry, and blaz'd freely; and though the Wind
               blew very hard, yet it burnt fairly out; that I was certain, if there was any such
               Thing as a <pb n="220"/> Ship, they must needs see it, and
               no doubt they did; for as soon as ever my Fire blaz'd up, I heard another Gun, and
               after that several others, all from the same Quarter; I ply'd my Fire all Night long,
               till Day broke; and when it was broad Day, and the Air clear'd up, I saw something at
               a great Distance at Sea, full <hi rend="italic">East</hi> of the Island,
               whether a Sail, or a Hull, I could not distinguish, no not with my Glasses, the
               Distance was so great, and the Weather still something haizy also; at least it was so
               out at Sea.</p>
            <p>I look'd frequently at it all that Day, and soon perceiv'd that it did not move; so I
               presently concluded, that it was a Ship at an Anchor, and
               being eager, you may be sure, to be satisfy'd, I took my Gun in my Hand, and run
               toward the <hi rend="italic">South</hi> Side of the Island, to the Rocks where I had formerly been
               carry'd away with the Current, and getting up there, the Weather by this Time being
               perfectly clear, I could plainly see to my great Sorrow, the Wreck of a Ship cast
               away in the Night, upon those concealed Rocks which I found, when I was out in my
               Boat; and which Rocks, as they check'd the Violence of the Stream, and made a kind of
               Counter-stream, or Eddy, were the Occasion of my recovering from the most desperate
               hopeless Condition that ever I had been in, in all my
               Life.</p>
            <p>Thus what is one Man's Safety, is another Man's Destruction; for it seems these Men,
               whoever they were, being out of their Knowledge, and the Rocks being wholly under
               Water, had been driven upon them in the Night, the Wind blowing hard at <hi rend="italic">E.</hi>
               and <hi rend="italic">E. N. E:</hi> Had they seen the Island, as I must necessarily suppose they
               did not, they must, as I thought, have endeavour'd to have sav'd themselves on Shore
               by the Help of their Boat; but their firing of Guns for Help, especially when they
               saw, as I <pb n="221"/> imagin'd, my Fire, fill'd me with
               many Thoughts: First, I imagin'd that upon seeing my Light, they might have put
               themselves into their Boat, and have endeavour'd to make the Shore; but that the Sea
               going very high, they might have been cast away; other Times
               I imagin'd, that they might have lost their Boat before, as might be the Case many
               Ways; as particularly by the Breaking of the Sea upon their Ship, <ref target="breaking_" corresp="breaking">which many Times obliges Men to stave, or
                  take in Pieces their Boat</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="breaking" target="breaking_" type="gloss">If the violent storm damaged the
                  lifeboat, the men would be forced to break apart the ruined boat and throw it
                  overboard, to alleviate excess weight on the sinking ship.</note>; and sometimes
               to throw it over-board with their own Hands: Other Times I imagin'd, they had some
               other Ship, or Ships in Company, who upon the Signals of Distress they had made, had
               taken them up, and carry'd them off: Other whiles I fancy'd, they were all gone off
               to Sea in their Boat, and being hurry'd away by the Current
               that I had been formerly in, were carry'd out into the great Ocean, where there was
               nothing but Misery and Perishing; and that perhaps they might by this Time think of
               starving, and of being in a Condition to eat one another.</p>
            <p>As all these were but Conjectures at best; so in the Condition I was in, I could do
               no more than look on upon the Misery of the poor Men, and pity them, which had still
               this good Effect on my Side, that it gave me more and more Cause to give Thanks to
               God who had so happily and comfortably provided for me in my desolate Condition; and that of two Ships Companies who were now cast
               away upon this part of the World, not one Life should be spar'd but mine: I learn'd
               here again to observe, that it is very rare that the Providence of God casts us into any Condition of Life so low, or any Misery so great,
               but we may see something or other to be thankful for; and may see others in worse
               Circumstances than our own.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="222"/>Such certainly was the Case of these Men, of
               whom I could not so much as see room to suppose any of them
               were sav'd; nothing could make it rational, so much as to wish, or expect that they
               did not all perish there; except the Possibility only of their being taken up by
               another Ship in Company, and this was but meer Possibility
               indeed; for I saw not the least Signal or Appearance of any such Thing.</p>
            <p>I cannot explain by any possible Energy of Words, what a strange longing or hankering
               of Desires I felt in my Soul upon this Sight; breaking out sometimes thus; O that there had been but one or two; nay, or
               but one Soul sav'd out of this Ship, to have escap'd to me, that I might but have had
               one Companion, one Fellow-Creature to have spoken to me, and
               to have convers'd with! In all the Time of my solitary Life, I never felt so earnest,
               so strong a Desire after the Society of my Fellow-Creatures, or so deep a Regret at
               the want of it.</p>
            <p>There are some secret moving Springs in the Affections,
               which when they are set a going by some Object in view, or be it some Object, though
               not in view, yet rendred present to the Mind by the Power of Imagination, that Motion
               carries out the Soul by its Impetuosity to such violent eager embracings of the Object, that the Absence of it is insupportable.</p>
            <p>Such were these earnest Wishings, That but one Man had been sav'd! <hi rend="italic">O that it had
                  been but One!</hi> I believe I repeated the Words, <hi rend="italic">O that it had been but
                  One!</hi> A thousand Times; and the Desires were so mov'd by it, that when I spoke
               the Words, my Hands would clinch together, and my Fingers press the Palms of my
               Hands, that if I had had any soft Thing in my Hand, it wou'd have crusht it involuntarily; and my Teeth in my Head wou'd strike <pb n="223"/> together, and set against one another so strong, that
               for some time I cou'd not part them again.</p>
            <p>Let the Naturalists explain these Things, and the Reason and Manner of them; all I
               can say to them, is, to describe the Fact, which was even surprising to me when I
                  <ref target="find_" corresp="find">found it</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="find" target="find_" type="gloss">Experienced these emotions</note>; though I knew not from what it should proceed;
               it was doubtless the effect of ardent Wishes, and of strong Ideas form'd in my Mind,
               realizing the Comfort, which the Conversation of one of my Fellow-Christians would
               have been to me.</p>
            <p>But it was not to be; either their Fate or mine, or both, forbid it; for till the
               last Year of my being on this Island, I never knew whether any were saved out of that Ship or no; and had only the Affliction some Days after, to see the Corps of a drownded Boy come on Shore, at the End of the Island which was
                  <ref target="next_" corresp="next">next</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="next" target="next_" type="gloss">Nearest</note> the Shipwreck: He had on
               no Cloaths, but a Seaman's Wastcoat, a pair of open knee'd Linnen Drawers, and a blew
               Linnen Shirt; but nothing to direct me so much as to guess what Nation he was of: He
               had nothing in his Pocket, but two Pieces of Eight, and a Tobacco Pipe; the last was
               to me of ten times more value than the first.</p>
            <p>It was now calm, and I had a great mind to venture out in my Boat, to this Wreck; not
                  doubting but I might find something on board, that might
               be useful to me; but that did not altogether press me so much, as the Possibility
               that there might be yet some living Creature on board, whose Life I might not only
               save, but might by saving that Life, comfort my own to the last Degree; and this
               Thought clung so to my Heart, that I could not be quiet, Night or Day, but I must
               venture out in my Boat on board this Wreck; and committing the rest to God's
               Providence, I thought <pb n="224"/> the Impression was so
               strong upon my Mind, that it could not be resisted, that it must come from some
               invisible Direction, and that I should be wanting to my self
               if I did not go.</p>
            <p>Under the Power of this Impression, I hasten'd back to my Castle, prepar'd every
               Thing for my Voyage, took a Quantity of Bread, a great Pot for fresh Water, a Compass
               to steer by, a Bottle of Rum; for I had still a great deal of that left; a Basket full of Raisins: And thus loading my self with every
               Thing necessary, I went down to my Boat, got the Water out of her, and got her
               afloat, loaded all my Cargo in her, and then went Home again for more; my second Cargo was a great Bag full of Rice,
               the Umbrella to set up over my Head for Shade; another large Pot full of fresh Water,
               and about two Dozen of my small Loaves, or Barley Cakes, more than before, with a
               Bottle of Goat's-Milk, and a Cheese; all which, with great Labour and Sweat, I
               brought to my Boat; and praying to God to direct my Voyage, I put out, and Rowing or
               Padling the Canoe along the Shore, I came at last to the utmost Point of the Island on that Side, <hi rend="italic">(viz.) N. E.</hi> And now I was to
               launch out into the Ocean, and either to venture, or not to venture. I look'd on the
               rapid Currents which ran constantly on both Sides of the Island, at a Distance, and
               which were very terrible to me, from the Remembrance of the Hazard I had been in
               before, and my Heart began to fail me; for I foresaw that if I was driven into either
               of those Currents, I should be carry'd a vast Way out to Sea, and perhaps out of my
               Reach, or Sight of the Island again; and that then, as my Boat was but small, if any
               little Gale of Wind should rise, I should be inevitably lost.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="225"/>These Thoughts so oppress'd my Mind, that I
               began to give over my Enterprize, and having haled my Boat
               into a little Creek on the Shore, I stept out, and sat me down upon a little rising
               bit of Ground, very pensive and anxious, between Fear and Desire about my Voyage;
               when as I was musing, I could perceive that the Tide was turn'd, and the Flood come
               on, upon which my going was for so many Hours impracticable; upon this presently it occurr'd to me, that I should go up to the highest
               Piece of Ground I could find, and observe, if I could, how the Sets of the Tide, or
               Currents lay, when the Flood came in, that I might judge whether if I was driven one
               way out, I might not expect to be driven another way home, with the same Rapidness of
               the Currents: This Thought was no sooner in my Head, but I cast my Eye upon a little Hill, which sufficiently over-look'd the Sea
               both ways, and from whence I had a clear view of the Currents, or Sets of the Tide,
               and which way I was to guide my self in my Return; here I found, that as the Current
               of the Ebb set out close by the South Point of the Island; so the Current of the
               Flood set in close by the Shore of the North Side, and that I had nothing to do but
               to keep to the North of the Island in my Return, and I should do well enough.</p>
            <p>Encourag'd with this Observation, I resolv'd the next Morning to set out with the
               first of the Tide; and reposing my self for the Night in the Canoe, under the great
               Watch-coat, I mention'd, I launched out: I made first a little out to Sea full North,
               till I began to feel the Benefit of the Current, which set
               Eastward, and which carry'd me at a great rate, and yet did not so hurry me as the
               Southern Side Current had done before, and so as to take from me all Government of
               the Boat; but having a <pb n="226"/> strong Steerage with
               my Paddle, I went at a great rate, directly for the Wreck, and in less than two Hours
               I came up to it.</p>
            <p>It was a dismal Sight to look at: The Ship, which by its building was
                  <hi rend="italic">Spanish,</hi> stuck fast, jaum'd in between two Rocks; all the Stern and
               Quarter of her was beaten to pieces, with the Sea; and as her Forecastle, which stuck
               in the Rocks, had run on with great Violence, her Mainmast and Foremast were brought
               by the Board; that is to say, broken short off; but her <ref target="boltspirit_" corresp="boltspirit">Boltsprit</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="boltspirit" target="boltspirit_" type="gloss">Bowsprit; a large spar or
                  beam extending forth from the front of a ship</note> was sound, and the Head and
               Bow appear'd firm; when I came close to her, a Dog appear'd upon her, who seeing me
               coming, yelp'd, and cry'd; and as soon as I call'd him, jump'd into the Sea, to come
               to me, and I took him into the Boat; but found him almost dead for Hunger and Thirst:
               I gave him a Cake of my Bread, and he eat it like a ravenous Wolf, that had been
               starving a Fortnight in the Snow: I then gave the poor Creature some fresh Water,
               with which, if I would have let him, he would have burst himself.</p>
            <p>After this I went on board; but the first Sight I met with, was two Men drown'd, in
               the Cookroom, or Forecastle of the Ship, with their Arms
               fast about one another: I concluded, as is indeed probable, that when the Ship
               struck, it being in a Storm, the Sea broke so high, and so continually over her, that
               the Men were not able to bear it, and were strangled with the constant rushing in of
               the Water, as much as if they had been under Water. Besides
               the Dog, there was nothing left in the Ship that had Life; nor any Goods that I could
               see, but what were spoil'd by the Water. There were some Casks of Liquor, whether
               Wine or Brandy, I knew not, which lay lower in the Hold; and which, the Water being
               ebb'd out, I <pb n="227"/> could see; but they were too big
               to meddle with: I saw several Chests, which I believ'd belong'd to some of the
               Seamen; and I got two of them into the Boat, without examining what was in them.</p>
            <p>Had the Stern of the Ship been fix'd, and the Forepart broken off, I am perswaded I
               might have made a good Voyage; for by what I found in these two Chests, I had room to
               suppose, the Ship had a great deal of Wealth on board; and if I may guess by the
               Course she steer'd, she must have been bound from the <hi rend="italic">Buenos Ayres,</hi> or the
                  <hi rend="italic">Rio de la Plata,</hi> in the South Part of <hi rend="italic">America,</hi> beyond the
                  <hi rend="italic">Brasils,</hi> to the <hi rend="italic">Havana,</hi> in the Gulph of <hi rend="italic">Mexico,</hi> and so
                  perhaps to <ref target="bullion_" corresp="bullion">Spain:</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="bullion" target="bullion_" type="gloss">In the 16th, 17th and 18th centuries, Spain grew
                  wealthy on imports of gold, silver, and sugar from its Latin American colonies,
                  eventually causing enormous inflation throughout Western Europe. Buenos Aires
                  exported silver to Spain.</note> She had no doubt a great Treasure in her; but of
               no use at that time to any body; and what became of the rest of her People, I then
               knew not.</p>
            <p>I found besides these Chests, a little Cask full of Liquor, of about twenty Gallons,
               which I got into my Boat, with much Difficulty; there were several Muskets in a
               Cabin, and a great Powder-horn, with about 4 Pounds of Powder in it; as for the
               Muskets, I had no occasion for them; so I left them, but took the Powder-horn: I took
               a Fire Shovel and Tongs, which I wanted extremely; as also two little Brass Kettles,
               a Copper Pot to make Chocolate, and a Gridiron; and with
               this Cargo, and the Dog, I came away, the Tide beginning to make home again; and the
               same Evening, about an Hour within Night, I reach'd the Island again, weary and
               fatigu'd to the last Degree.</p>
            <p>I repos'd that Night in the Boat, and in the Morning I
               resolved to harbour what I had gotten in my new Cave, not to carry it home to my
               Castle. After refreshing my self, I got all my Cargo on
               Shore, and began to examine the Particulars: The Cask of Liquor I found to be a kind
               of Rum, but not such <pb n="228"/> as we had at the
                  <hi rend="italic">Brasils</hi>; and in a Word, not at all good; but when I came to open the
               Chests, I found several Things, of great use to me: For Example, I found in one, a
               fine Case of Bottles, of an extraordinary kind, and fill'd with Cordial Waters, fine, and very good; the Bottles held about three
               Pints each, and were tipp'd with Silver: I found two Pots of very good <ref target="succades_" corresp="succades">Succades</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="succades" target="succades_" type="gloss">Candied fruit</note>, or Sweetmeats, so fastned also on
               top, that the Salt Water had not hurt them; and two more of the same, which the Water
               had spoil'd: I found some very good Shirts, which were very welcome to me; and about
               a dozen and half of Linnen white Handkerchiefs, and colour'd
               Neckcloths; the former were also very welcome, being exceeding refreshing to wipe my
               Face in a hot Day; besides this, when I came to the <ref target="till_" corresp="till">Till</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="till" target="till_" type="gloss">Drawer, especially for holding money</note> in the
               Chest, I found there three great Bags of Pieces of Eight, which held about eleven
               hundred Pieces in all; and in one of them, wrapt up in a Paper, six <ref target="doubloon_" corresp="doubloon">Doubloons</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="doubloon" target="doubloon_" type="gloss">Spanish coin</note> of Gold, and some small Bars or Wedges of Gold; I suppose
               they might all weigh near a Pound.</p>
            <p>The other Chest I found had some Cloaths in it, but of little Value; but by the
               Circumstances it must have belong'd to the Gunner's Mate; though there was no Powder
               in it; but about two Pound of fine <ref target="powder_" corresp="powder">glaz'd
                  Powder</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="powder" target="powder_" type="gloss">The process of glazing involves tumbling the gunpowder grains in
                  revolving drums with graphite, to smooth them and make them water
                  resistant.</note>, in three small Flasks, kept, I suppose, for charging their
               Fowling-Pieces on occasion: Upon the whole, I got very
               little by this Voyage, that was of any use to me; for as to the Money, I had no
               manner of occasion for it: 'Twas to me as the Dirt under my Feet; and I would have
               given it all for three or four pair of <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Shoes and Stockings, which
               were Things I greatly wanted, but had not had on my Feet now
               for many Years: I had indeed gotten two pair of Shoes now, which I took off of the
               Feet of the <pb n="229"/> two drown'd Men, who I saw in the
               Wreck; and I found two pair more in one of the Chests, which were very welcome to me;
               but they were not like our <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Shoes, either for Ease, or Service; being rather what we call <ref target="pump_" corresp="pump">Pumps</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="pump" target="pump_" type="gloss">Heeled shoes</note>, than Shoes: I found in this Seaman's Chest,
               about fifty Pieces of Eight in <ref target="real_" corresp="real">Ryals</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="real" target="real_" type="gloss">Reals,
                  another unit of Spanish currency (not to be confused with Iranian rials)</note>,
               but no Gold; I suppose this belong'd to a poorer Man than
               the other, which seem'd to belong to some Officer.</p>
            <p>Well, however, I lugg'd this Money home to my Cave, and laid it up, as I had done
               that before, which I brought from our own Ship; but it was great Pity as I said, that
               the other Part of this Ship had not come to my Share; for I am satisfy'd I might have
               loaded my <hi rend="italic">Canoe</hi> several Times over with Money,
               which if I had ever escap'd to <hi rend="italic">England,</hi> would have lain here safe enough,
               till I might have come again and fetch'd it.</p>
            <head> <ref target="Audio16_" corresp="Audio16">[Audio File]</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Audio16" target="Audio16_">
                                <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/defoe-crusoe/soundFiles/robinsoncrusoe_16_defoe_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Mark F. Smith</note>
                        </head>
            <p>Having now brought all my Things on Shore, and secur'd them, I went back to my Boat,
               and row'd, or paddled her along the Shore, to her old Harbour, where I laid her up,
               and made the best of my way to my old Habitation, where I found every thing safe and
               quiet; so I began to repose my self, live after my old fashion, and take care of my
               Family Affairs; and for a while, I liv'd easy enough; only that I was more vigilant
               than I us'd to be, look'd out oftner, and did not go abroad so much; and if at any
               time I did stir with any Freedom, it was always to the <hi rend="italic">East</hi> Part of the
               Island, where I was pretty well satisfy'd the Savages never
               came, and where I could go without so many Precautions, and such a Load of Arms and
               Ammunition, as I always carry'd with me, if I went the other way.</p>
            <p>I liv'd in this Condition near two Years more; but my unlucky Head, that was always
               to let me <pb n="230"/> know it was born to make my Body
               miserable, was all this two Years fill'd with Projects and Designs, how, if it were
               possible, I might get away from this Island; for sometimes I was for making another Voyage to the Wreck, though my Reason told me
               that there was nothing left there, worth the Hazard of my Voyage: Sometimes for a
               Ramble one way, sometimes another; and I believe verily, if
               I had had the Boat that I went from <hi rend="italic">Sallee</hi> in, I should have ventur'd to
               Sea, bound any where, I knew not whither.</p>
            <p>I have been in all my Circumstances a <hi rend="italic">Memento</hi> to those who are touch'd with
               the general Plague of Mankind, whence, for ought I know, one half of their Miseries
               flow; I mean, that of not being satisfy'd with the Station wherein God and Nature has plac'd them; for not to look back upon my primitive
               Condition, and the excellent Advice of my Father, the Opposition to which, was,
                  <hi rend="italic">as I may call it,</hi> my <ref target="originalsin_" corresp="originalsin">ORIGINAL SIN</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="originalsin" target="originalsin_" type="gloss">Alluding to Adam and Eve's consumption of the
                  forbidden fruit, termed "original sin" in the Christian tradition.</note>; my
               subsequent Mistakes of the same kind had been the Means of my coming into this
               miserable Condition; for had that Providence, which so happily had seated me at the
                  <hi rend="italic">Brasils,</hi> as a Planter, bless'd me with confin'd Desires, and I could have
               been contented to have gone on gradually, I might have been by this Time; <hi rend="italic">I mean,
                  in the Time of my being in this Island,</hi> one of the
               most considerable Planters in the <hi rend="italic">Brasils,</hi> nay, I am perswaded, that by the
                  Improvements I had made, in that little Time I liv'd
               there, and the Encrease I should probably have made, if I had stay'd, I might have
               been worth an hundred thousand <ref target="moydors_" corresp="moydors">Moydors</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="moydors" target="moydors_" type="gloss">Moidores (archaic), a unit of Portuguese
                  currency.</note>; and what Business had I to leave a settled Fortune, a well
               stock'd Plantation, improving and encreasing, to turn <ref target="supracargo_" corresp="supracargo">Supra-Cargo</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="supracargo" target="supracargo_" type="gloss">An official on a merchant
                  ship responsible for overseeing the cargo and its sale.</note> to <hi rend="italic">Guinea,</hi>
               to fetch Negroes; when Patience and Time would have so encreas'd our Stock at <pb n="231"/> Home, that we could have bought them at our
               own Door, from those whose Business it was to fetch them; and though it had cost us
               something more, yet the Difference of that Price was by no Means worth saving, at so
               great a Hazard.</p>
            <p>But as this is ordinarily the Fate of young Heads, so Reflection upon the Folly of
               it, is as ordinarily the Exercise of more Years, or of the dear bought Experience of
               Time; and so it was with me now; and yet so deep had the Mistake taken root in my
               Temper, that I could not satisfy my self in my Station, but was continually poring
               upon the Means, and Possibility of my Escape from this Place; and that I may with the
               greater Pleasure to the Reader, bring on the remaining Part
               of my Story, it may not be improper, to give some Account of my first Conceptions on
               the Subject of this foolish Scheme, for my Escape; and how, and upon what Foundation
               I acted.</p>
            <p>I am now to be suppos'd retir'd into my Castle, after my late Voyage to the Wreck, my
               Frigate laid up, and secur'd under Water, as usual, and my Condition restor'd to what it was before: I had more Wealth indeed than I had before,
               but was not at all the richer; for I had no more use for it, than the
                  <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> of <hi rend="italic">Peru</hi> had, before the <hi rend="italic">Spaniards</hi> came
               there.</p>
            <p>It was one of the Nights in the rainy Season in <hi rend="italic">March,</hi> the four and
               twentieth Year of my first setting Foot in this Island of
               Solitariness; I was lying in my Bed, or Hammock, awake, very well in Health, had no
               Pain, no Distemper, no Uneasiness of Body; no, nor any Uneasiness of Mind, more than
               ordinary; but could by no means close my Eyes; that is, so as to sleep; no, not a
               Wink all Night long, otherwise than as follows:</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="232"/>It is as impossible, as needless, to set down
               the innumerable Crowd of Thoughts that whirl'd through that great thorow-fare of the
               Brain, the Memory, in this Night's Time: I run over the whole History of my Life in
               Miniature, or by Abridgment, <hi rend="italic">as I may call it,</hi> to
               my coming to this Island; and also of the Part of my Life, since I came to this
               Island. In my Reflections upon the State of my Case, since I came on Shore on this
                  Island, I was comparing the happy Posture of my Affairs,
               in the first Years of my Habitation here, compar'd to the Life of Anxiety, Fear and
               Care, which I had liv'd ever since I had seen the Print of a Foot in the Sand; not
               that I did not believe the Savages had frequented the Island even all the while, and
               might have been several Hundreds of them at Times on Shore there; but I had never
               known it, and was incapable of any Apprehensions about it; my Satisfaction was
               perfect, though my Danger was the same; and I was as happy in not knowing my Danger,
               as if I had never really been expos'd to it: This furnish'd my Thoughts with many
               very profitable Reflections, and particularly this one, How infinitely Good that
               Providence is, which has provided in its Government of Mankind, such narrow bounds to his Sight and Knowledge of Things, and though
               he walks in the midst of so many thousand Dangers, the Sight
               of which, if discover'd to him, would distract his Mind, and sink his Spirits; he is
               kept serene, and calm, by having the Events of Things hid from his Eyes, and knowing
               nothing the Dangers which surround him.</p>
            <p>After these Thoughts had for some Time entertain'd me, I
               came to reflect seriously upon the real Danger I had been in, for so many Years, in
               this very Island; and how I had walk'd about in the greatest Security, and with all
               possible Tranquillity; <pb n="233" facs="tcp:0653600100:239"/> even when perhaps nothing but a Brow of a Hill, a great Tree, or the casual
               Approach of Night, had been between me and the worst kind of Destruction,
                  <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> That of falling into the Hands of Cannibals, and Savages, who would
               have seiz'd on me with the same View, as I did of a Goat, or a Turtle; and have
               thought it no more a Crime to kill and devour me, than I did of a Pidgeon, or a <ref target="curlieu_" corresp="curlieu">Curlieu</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="curlieu" target="curlieu_" type="gloss">A
                  bird with a long, curved bill.</note>: I would unjustly slander my self, if I
               should say I was not sincerely thankful to my great Preserver, to whose singular
               Protection I acknowledg'd, with great Humility, that all
               these unknown Deliverances were due; and without which, I must inevitably have fallen
               into their merciless Hands.</p>
            <p>When these Thoughts were over, my Head was for some time taken up in considering the
               Nature of these wretched Creatures; I mean, the Savages; and how it came to pass in
               the World, that the wise Governour of all Things should give up any of his Creatures
               to such Inhumanity; nay, to something so much below, even
               Brutality it self, as to devour its own kind; but as this ended in some (at that Time
               fruitless) Speculations, it occurr'd to me to enquire, what Part of the World these
               Wretches liv'd in; how far off the Coast was from whence they came; what they
               ventur'd over so far from home for; what kind of Boats they had; and why I might not
               order my self, and my Business so, that I might be as able
               to go over thither, as they were to come to me.</p>
            <p>I never so much as troubl'd my self, to consider what I should do with my self, when
               I came thither; what would become of me, if I fell into the
               Hands of the Savages; or how I should escape from them, if they attempted me; no, nor
               so much as how it was possible for me to reach the Coast, and <pb n="234"/> not be attempted by some or other of them, without any Possibility of delivering my self; and if I should
               not fall into their Hands, what I should do for Provision, or whither I should bend
               my Course; none of these Thoughts, I say, so much as came in my way; but my Mind was
               wholly bent upon the Notion of my passing over in my Boat, to the Main Land: I look'd
               back upon my present Condition, as the most miserable that
               could possibly be, that I was not able to throw my self into any thing but Death,
               that could be call'd worse; that if I reached the Shore of the Main, I might perhaps
               meet with Relief, or I might coast along, as I did on the Shore of <hi rend="italic">Africk,</hi>
               till I came to some inhabited Country, and where I might
               find some Relief; and after all perhaps, I might fall in
               with some Christian Ship, that might take me in; and if the worse came to the worst,
               I could but die, which would put an end to all these Miseries at once. Pray note, all
               this was the fruit of a disturb'd Mind, an impatient Temper,
               made as it were desperate by the long Continuance of my Troubles, and the
               Disappointments I had met in the Wreck, I had been on board of; and where I had been
               so near the obtaining what I so earnestly long'd for, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> Some-body to
               speak to, and to learn some Knowledge from of the Place where I was, and of the
               probable Means of my Deliverance; I say, I was agitated wholly by these Thoughts: All
               my Calm of Mind in my Resignation to Providence, and waiting
               the Issue of the Dispositions of Heaven, seem'd to be suspended; and I had, as it
               were, no Power to turn my Thoughts to any thing, but to the Project of a Voyage to
               the Main, which came upon me with such Force, and such an Impetuosity of Desire, that it was not to be resisted.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="235"/>When this had agitated my Thoughts for two
               Hours, or more, with such Violence, that it set my very Blood into a Ferment, and my
               Pulse beat as high as if I had been in a Feaver, meerly with the extraordinary
               Fervour of my Mind about it; Nature, as if I had been fatigued and exhausted with the
               very Thought of it, threw me into a sound Sleep; one would have thought, I should
               have dream'd of it: But I did not, nor of any Thing relating to it; but I dream'd,
               that as I was going out in the Morning as usual from my Castle, I saw upon the Shore,
               two <hi rend="italic">Canoes,</hi> and eleven Savages coming to Land, and
               that they brought with them another Savage, who they were going to kill, in Order to
               eat him; when on a sudden, the Savage that they were going
               to kill, jumpt away, and ran for his Life; and I thought in my Sleep, that he came
               running into my little thick Grove, before my Fortification, to hide himself; and
               that I seeing him alone, and not perceiving that the other
               sought him that Way, show'd my self to him, and smiling upon him, encourag'd him;
               that he kneel'd down to me, seeming to pray me to assist him; upon which I shew'd my
               Ladder, made him go up, and carry'd him into my Cave, and he became my Servant; and that as soon as I had gotten this Man, I said to my self, now I may certainly venture to the main Land; for this Fellow will serve
               me as a Pilot, and will tell me what to do, and whether to go for Provisions; and
                  whether not to go for fear of being devoured, what Places to venture into, and what to escape: I wak'd with this
               Thought, and was under such inexpressible Impressions of
               Joy, at the Prospect of my Escape in my Dream, that the Disappointments which I felt
               upon coming to my self, and finding it was no more than a Dream, were equally
               extravagant the <pb n="236"/> other Way, and threw me into
               a very great Dejection of Spirit.</p>
            <p>Upon this however, I made this Conclusion, that my only Way to go about an Attempt
               for an Escape, was, if possible, to get a Savage into my Possession; and if possible,
               it should be one of their Prisoners, who they had condemn'd to be eaten, and should
               bring thither to kill; but these Thoughts still were attended with this Difficulty,
               that it was impossible to effect this, without attacking a
               whole Caravan of them, and killing them all; and this was not only a very desperate
                  Attempt, and might miscarry; but on the other Hand, I had
               greaty scrupled the Lawfulness of it to me; and my Heart trembled at the thoughts of
               shedding so much Blood, tho' it was for my Deliverance. I
               need not repeat the Arguments which occurr'd to me against this, they being the same
               mention'd before; but tho' I had other Reasons to offer now (<hi rend="italic">viz.</hi>) that
               those Men were Enemies to my Life, and would devour me, if they could; that it was
               Self-preservation in the highest Degree, to deliver my self from this Death of a
               Life, and was acting in my own Defence, as much as if they were actually assaulting
               me, and the like. I say, tho' these Things argued for it, yet the Thoughts of
               shedding Humane Blood for my Deliverance, were very Terrible to me, and such as I
               could by no Means reconcile my self to, a great while.</p>
            <p>However at last, after many secret Disputes with my self, and after great
               Perplexities about it, for all these Arguments one Way and another struggl'd in my
               Head a long Time, the eager prevailing Desire of Deliverance at length master'd all
               the rest; and I resolv'd, if possible, to get one of those Savages into my Hands,
               cost what it <pb n="237"/> would. My next Thing then was to
               contrive how to do it, and this indeed was very difficult to resolve on: But as I could pitch upon no probable Means for
               it, so I resolv'd to put my self upon the Watch, to see them when they came on Shore,
               and leave the rest to the Event, taking such Measures as the Opportunity should
               present, let be what would be.</p>
            <p>With these Resolutions in my Thoughts, I set my self upon the Scout, as often as
               possible, and indeed so often till I was heartily tir'd of
               it, for it was above a Year and Half that I waited, and for great part of that Time
               went out to the <hi rend="italic">West</hi> End, and to the <hi rend="italic">South West</hi> Corner of the
               Island, almost every Day, to see for Canoes, but none appear'd. This was very
               discouraging, and began to trouble me much, tho' I cannot
               say that it did in this Case, as it had done some time before that, (<hi rend="italic">viz.</hi>)
               wear off the Edge of my Desire to the Thing. But the longer it seem'd to be delay'd,
               the more eager I was for it; in a Word, I was not at first so careful to shun the sight of these Savages, and avoid being seen
               by them, as I was now eager to be upon them.</p>
            <p>Besides, I fancied my self able to manage One, nay, Two or Three Savages, if I had
               them so as to make them entirely Slaves to me, to do whatever I should direct them,
               and to prevent their being able at any time to do me any
               Hurt. It was a great while, that I pleas'd my self with this Affair, but nothing
               still presented; all my Fancies and Schemes came to nothing, for no Savages came near
               me for a great while.</p>
            <p>About a Year and half after I had entertain'd these Notions, and by long musing, had
               as it were resolved them all into nothing, for want of an Occasion to put them in Execution, I was surpriz'd <pb n="238"/> one Morning early, with seeing no less than five
                  <hi rend="italic">Canoes</hi> all on Shore together on my side the Island; and the People who
               belong'd to them all landed, and out of my sight: The Number of them broke all my
               Measures, for seeing so many, and knowing that they always came four or six, or
               sometimes more in a Boat, I could not tell what to think of it, or how to take my
               Measures, to attack Twenty or Thirty Men single handed; so I
               lay still in my Castle, perplex'd and discomforted: However I put my self into all
               the same Postures for an Attack that I had formerly
               provided, and was just ready for Action, if any Thing had presented; having waited a good while, listening to hear if they made any
               Noise; at length being very impatient, I set my Guns at the Foot of my Ladder, and
               clamber'd up to the Top of the Hill, by my two Stages as usual; standing so however
               that my Head did not appear above the Hill, so that they could not perceive me by any
               Means; here I observ'd by the help of my Perspective Glass, that they were no less
               than Thirty in Number, that they had a Fire kindled, that they had had Meat dress'd.
               How they had cook'd it, that I knew not, or what it was; but they were all Dancing in
               I know not how many barbarous Gestures and Figures, their own Way, round the
               Fire.</p>
            <p>While I was thus looking on them, I perceived by my Perspective, two miserable
               Wretches dragg'd from the Boats, where it seems they were laid by, and were now
               brought out for the Slaughter. I perceived one of them immediately fell, being
               knock'd down, I suppose with a Club or Wooden Sword, for that was their way, and two
               or three others were at work immediately cutting him open for their Cookery, while
               the other Victim was left standing by himself, till they should be ready for <pb n="239"/> him. In that very Moment this poor Wretch
                  seeing himself a little at Liberty, Nature inspir'd him
               with Hopes of Life, and he started away from them, and ran with incredible Swiftness
               along the Sands directly towards me, I mean towards that part of the Coast, where my
               Habitation was.</p>
            <p>I was dreadfully frighted, (that I must acknowledge) when I
               perceived him to run my Way; and especially, when as I thought I saw him pursued by
               the whole Body, and now I expected that part of my Dream was coming to pass, and that
               he would certainly take shelter in my Grove; but I could not depend by any means upon
               my Dream for the rest of it, (<hi rend="italic">viz.</hi>) that the other Savages would not pursue
               him thither, and find him there. However I kept my Station, and my Spirits began to
               recover, when I found that there was not above three Men that follow'd him, and still
               more was I encourag'd, when I found that he outstrip'd them exceedingly in running,
               and gain'd Ground of them, so that if he could but hold it for half an Hour, I saw
               easily he would fairly get away from them all.</p>
            <p>There was between them and my Castle, the Creek which I mention'd often at the first
               part of my Story, when I landed my Cargoes out of the Ship; and this I saw plainly,
               he must necessarily swim over, or the poor Wretch would be taken there: But when the
               Savage escaping came thither, he made nothing of it, tho'
               the Tide was then up, but plunging in, swam thro' in about Thirty Strokes or
               thereabouts, landed and ran on with exceeding Strength and Swiftness; when the Three
               Persons came to the Creek, I found that Two of them could Swim, but the Third cou'd
               not, and that standing on the other Side, he look'd at the other, but went no
               further; and soon after went <pb n="240"/> softly back
               again, which as it happen'd, was very well for him in the
               main.</p>
            <p>I observ'd, that the two who swam, were yet more than twice as long swimming over the
               Creek, as the Fellow was, that fled from them: It came now very warmly upon my
               Thoughts, and indeed irresistibly, that now was my Time to get me a Servant, and
               perhaps a Companion, or Assistant; and that I was call'd plainly by Providence to
               save this poor Creature's Life; I immediately run down the Ladders with all possible
               Expedition, fetches my two Guns, for they were both but at the Foot of the Ladders,
               as I observ'd above; and getting up again, with the same haste, to the Top of the
               Hill, I cross'd toward the Sea; and having a very short Cut, and all down Hill, <ref target="clap_" corresp="clap">clapp'd</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="clap" target="clap_" type="gloss">Placed</note> my self in the way,
               between the Pursuers, and the Pursu'd; hallowing aloud to him that fled, who looking
               back, was at first perhaps as much frighted at me, as at them; but I beckon'd with my
               Hand to him, to come back; and in the mean time, I slowly advanc'd towards the two that follow'd; then rushing at once upon the foremost, I
               knock'd him down with the <ref target="stock_" corresp="stock">Stock</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="stock" target="stock_" type="gloss">The
                  butt of a gun</note> of my Piece; I was loath to fire, because I would not have
               the rest hear; though at that distance, it would not have been easily heard, and
               being out of Sight of the Smoke too, they wou'd not have easily known what to make of
               it: Having knock'd this Fellow down, the other who pursu'd with him stopp'd, as if he
               had been frighted; and I advanc'd a-pace towards him; but as
               I came nearer, I perceiv'd presently, he had a Bow and Arrow, and was fitting it to
               shoot at me; so I was then necessitated to shoot at him first, which I did, and
               kill'd him at the first Shoot; the poor Savage who fled, but had stopp'd; though he
               saw both his Enemies fallen, and kill'd, as he thought; yet <pb n="241"/> was so frighted with the Fire, and Noise of my Piece;
               that he stood Stock still, and neither came forward or went backward, tho' he seem'd
               rather enclin'd to fly still, than to come on; I hollow'd again to him, and made
               Signs to come forward, which he easily understood, and came a little way, then
               stopp'd again, and then a little further, and stopp'd again, and I cou'd then
               perceive that he stood trembling, as if he had been taken Prisoner, and had just been
               to be kill'd, as his two Enemies were; I beckon'd him again to come to me, and gave
               him all the Signs of Encouragement that I could think of, and he came nearer and
               nearer, kneeling down every Ten or Twelve steps in token of acknowledgement for my
               saving his Life: I smil'd at him, and look'd pleasantly, and beckon'd to him to come
               still nearer; at length he came close to me, and then he kneel'd down again, kiss'd
               the Ground, and laid his Head upon the Ground, and taking me
               by the Foot, set my Foot upon his Head; this it seems was in token of swearing to be
               my Slave for ever; I took him up, and made much of him, and encourag'd him all I
               could. But there was more work to do yet, for I perceived the Savage who I knock'd down, was not kill'd, but stunn'd with
               the blow, and began to come to himself; so I pointed to him,
               and showing him the Savage, that he was not dead; upon this
               he spoke some Words to me, and though I could not understand
               them, yet I thought they were pleasant to hear, for they were the first sound of a
               Man's Voice, that I had heard, <hi rend="italic">my own excepted,</hi> for above Twenty Five Years.
               But there was no time for such Reflections now, the Savage
               who was knock'd down recover'd himself so far, as to sit up upon the Ground, and I
               perceived that my Savage began to be afraid; but when I saw that, I presented my other <pb n="242"/> Piece at the
               Man, as if I would shoot him, upon this my Savage, <hi rend="italic">for so I call him now,</hi>
               made a Motion to me to lend him my Sword, which hung naked in a Belt by my side; so I
               did, he no sooner had it, but he runs to his Enemy, and at
               one blow cut off his Head as cleaverly, no Executioner in <hi rend="italic">Germany,</hi> could
               have done it sooner or better; which I thought very strange, for one who I had Reason
               to believe never saw a Sword in his Life before, except
               their own Wooden Swords; however it seems, as I learn'd afterwards, they make their
               Wooden Swords so sharp, so heavy, and the Wood is so hard, that they will cut off
               Heads even with them, ay and Arms, and that at one blow too; when he had done this,
               he comes laughing to me in Sign of Triumph, and brought me the Sword again, and with
               abundance of Gestures which I did not understand, laid it down with the Head of the
               Savage, that he had kill'd just before me.</p>
            <p>But that which astonish'd him most, was to know how I had kill'd the other Indian so
               far off, so pointing to him, he made Signs to me to let him go to him, so I bad him
               go, as well as I could, when he came to him, he stood like one amaz'd, looking at
               him, turn'd him first on one side, then on t'other, look'd at the Wound the Bullet
               had made, which it seems was just in his Breast, where it had made a Hole, and no
               great Quantity of Blood had follow'd, but he had bled inwardly, for he was quite
               dead; He took up his Bow, and Arrows, and came back, so I
               turn'd to go away, and beckon'd to him to follow me, making Signs to him, that more
               might come after them.</p>
            <p>Upon this he sign'd to me, that he should bury them with Sand, that they might not be
               seen by the rest if they follow'd; and so I made Signs again to him to do so; he fell
               to Work, and in an instant he <pb n="243"/> had scrap'd a
               Hole in the Sand, with his Hands, big enough to bury the first in, and then dragg'd
               him into it, and cover'd him, and did so also by the other; I believe he had bury'd
               them both in a Quarter of an Hour; then calling him away, I carry'd him not to my Castle, but quite away to my Cave, on the
               farther Part of the Island; so I did not let my Dream come to pass in that Part,
                  <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> That he came into my Grove for shelter.</p>
            <p>Here I gave him Bread, and a Bunch of Raisins to eat, and a Draught of Water, which I
               found he was indeed in great Distress for, by his Running; and having refresh'd him,
               I made Signs for him to go lie down and sleep; pointing to a Place where I had laid a
               great Parcel of Rice Straw, and a Blanket upon it, which I used to sleep upon my self
               sometimes; so the poor Creature laid down, and went to sleep.</p>
            <p>He was a comely handsome Fellow, perfectly well made; with straight strong Limbs, not
               too large; tall and well shap'd, and as I reckon, about twenty six Years of Age. He
               had a very good Countenance, not a fierce and surly Aspect; but seem'd to have
               something very manly in his Face, and yet he had all the Sweetness and Softness of an
                  <hi rend="italic">European</hi> in his Countenance too, especially when he smil'd. His Hair was
               long and black, not curl'd like Wool; his Forehead very high, and large, and a great
               Vivacity and sparkling Sharpness in his Eyes. The Colour of his Skin was not quite
               black, but very tawny; and yet not of an ugly yellow nauseous tawny, as the
                  <hi rend="italic">Brasilians,</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Virginians,</hi> and other Natives of <hi rend="italic">America</hi> are; but of a bright kind of a dun olive Colour, that had in it something very agreeable; tho' not very
               easy to describe. His Face was round, and plump; his Nose small, not flat like the
                  Negroes, a very good Mouth, thin Lips, and his <pb n="244"/> fine Teeth well set, and white as Ivory. After
               he had slumber'd, rather than slept, about half an Hour, he wak'd again, and comes
               out of the Cave to me; for I had been milking my Goats, which I had in the Enclosure
               just by: When he espy'd me, he came running to me, laying himself down again upon the
               Ground, with all the possible Signs of an humble thankful Disposition, making a many
               antick Gestures to show it: At last he lays his Head flat upon the Ground, close to
               my Foot, and sets my other Foot upon his Head, as he had done before; and after this,
               made all the Signs to me of Subjection, Servitude, and Submission imaginable, to let
               me know, how he would serve me as long as he liv'd; I understood him in many Things,
               and let him know, I was very well pleas'd with him; in a little Time I began to speak
               to him, and teach him to speak to me; and first, I made him know his Name should be
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> which was the Day I sav'd his Life; I call'd him so for the
               Memory of the Time; I likewise taught him to say <hi rend="italic">Master,</hi> and then let him
               know, that was to be my Name; I likewise taught him to say, YES, and NO, and to know
               the Meaning of them; I gave him some Milk, in an earthen Pot, and let him see me
               Drink it before him, and sop my Bread in it; and I gave him a Cake of Bread, to do
               the like, which he quickly comply'd with, and made Signs that it was very good for
               him.</p>
            <p>I kept there with him all that Night; but as soon as it was Day, I beckon'd to him to
               come with me, and let him know, I would give him some Cloaths, at which he seem'd
               very glad, for he was stark naked: As we went by the Place where he had bury'd the
               two Men, he pointed exactly to the Place, and shew'd me the Marks that he had made to
               find them again, making Signs to me, <pb n="245"/> that we
               should dig them up again, and eat them; at this I appear'd very angry, express'd my
                  Abhorrence of it, made as if I would vomit at the
               Thoughts of it, and beckon'd with my Hand to him to come away, which he did
               immediately, with great Submission. I then led him up to the Top of the Hill, to see
               if his Enemies were gone; and pulling out my Glass, I look'd, and saw plainly the Place where they had been, but no appearance of them, or of their <hi rend="italic">Canoes</hi>; so that it was
               plain they were gone, and had left their two Comrades behind them, without any search
               after them.</p>
            <p>But I was not content with this Discovery; but having now more Courage, and
               consequently more Curiosity, I takes my Man <ref target="friday_" corresp="friday">Friday</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="friday" target="friday_" type="gloss">The idiom "Man Friday" or "Girl Friday" still refers
                  to an especially faithful servant or personal assistant. It came into use with the
                  release of the film "His Girl Friday" (1940), whose title alludes to Defoe's
                  novel.</note> with me, giving him the Sword in his Hand, with the Bow and Arrows
               at his Back, which I found he could use very dextrously, making him carry one Gun for
               me, and I two for my self, and away we march'd to the Place, where these Creatures
               had been; for I had a Mind now to get some fuller Intelligence of them: When I came
               to the Place, my very Blood ran chill in my Veins, and my Heart sunk within me, at
               the Horror of the Spectacle: Indeed it was a dreadful Sight, at least it was so to
               me; though <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> made nothing of it: The Place was cover'd with humane
               Bones, the Ground dy'd with their Blood, great Pieces of Flesh left here and there,
               half eaten, mangl'd and scorch'd; and in short, all the Tokens of the triumphant
               Feast they had been making there, after a Victory over their Enemies: I saw three
               Skulls, five Hands, and the Bones of three or four Legs and Feet, and abundance of
               other Parts of the Bodies; and <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> by his Signs, made me understand,
               that they brought over four Prisoners to feast upon; that three of them were eaten
               up, <pb n="246"/> and that he, pointing to himself, was the
               fourth: That there had been a great Battle between them, and their next King, whose
               Subjects it seems he had been one of; and that they had taken a great Number of Prisoners, all which were carry'd to several Places
               by those that had taken them in the Fight, in order to feast upon them, as was done
               here by these Wretches upon those they brought hither.</p>
            <p>I caus'd <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> to gather all the Skulls, Bones, Flesh, and whatever
               remain'd, and lay them togethere on a Heap, and make a great
               Fire upon it, and burn them all to Ashes: I found <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> had still a
               hankering Stomach after some of the Flesh, and was still a Cannibal in his Nature;
               but I <ref target="demonstrate_" corresp="demonstrate">discover'd</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="demonstrate" target="demonstrate_" type="gloss">Demonstrated</note> so much Abhorrence at the
               very Thoughts of it, and at the least Appearance of it, that he durst not <ref target="discover_" corresp="discover">discover</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="discover" target="discover_" type="gloss">Reveal</note> it; for I had by some Means let him know, that I would kill him if
               he offer'd it.</p>
            <p>When we had done this, we came back to our Castle, and there I fell to work for my
               Man <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi>; and first of all, I gave him a pair of Linnen Drawers, which I had out of the poor Gunner's Chest I mention'd,
               and which I found in the Wreck; and which with a little Alteration fitted him very
               well; then I made him a Jerkin of Goat's-skin, as well as my Skill would allow; and I
               was now grown a tollerable good Taylor; and I gave him a Cap, which I had made of a
               Hare-skin, very convenient, and fashionable enough; and thus he was cloath'd for the
               present, tollerably well; and was mighty well pleas'd to see himself almost as well
               cloath'd as his Master: It is true, he went awkardly in these Things at first;
               wearing the Drawers was very awkard to him, and the Sleeves of the Wast-coat gall'd
               his Shoulders, and the inside of his Arms; but a little easing them where he
               complain'd <pb n="247"/> they hurt him, and using himself
               to them, at length he took to them very well.</p>
            <p>The next Day after I came home to my Hutch with him, I began to consider where I
               should lodge him, and that I might do well for him, and yet be perfectly easy my
               self; I made a little Tent for him in the vacant Place between my two Fortifications,
               in the inside of the last, and in the outside of the first; and as there was a Door,
               or Entrance there into my Cave, I made a formal fram'd Door Case, and a Door to it of
               Boards, and set it up in the Passage, a little within the Entrance; and causing the
               Door to open on the inside, I barr'd it up in the Night, taking in my Ladders too; so
               that <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> could no way come at me in the inside of my innermost Wall,
               without making so much Noise in getting over, that it must needs waken me; for my
               first Wall had now a compleat Roof over it of long Poles, covering all my Tent, and
               leaning up to the side of the Hill, which was again laid cross with smaller Sticks
                  instead of <ref target="laths_" corresp="laths">Laths</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="laths" target="laths_" type="gloss">Thin, narrow strips of wood used to form a groundwork upon which to
                  fasten the slates of a roof</note>, and then thatch'd over a great Thickness, with
               the Rice Straw, which was strong like Reeds; and at the Hole or Place which was left
               to go in or out by the Ladder, I had plac'd a kind of Trap-door, which if it had been
                  attempted on the outside, would not have open'd at all,
               but would have fallen down, and made a great Noise; and as to Weapons, I took them
               all in to my Side every Night.</p>
            <p>But I needed none of all this Precaution; for never Man had
               a more faithful, loving, sincere Servant, than
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> was to me; without Passions, Sullenness or Designs, perfectly
               oblig'd and engag'd; his very Affections were ty'd to me,
               like those of a Child to a Father; and I dare say, he would have sacrific'd his Life
               for the saving mine, upon any occasion whatsoever; the many Testimonies <pb n="248"/> he gave me of
               this, put it out of doubt, and soon convinc'd me, that I needed to use no Precautions, as to my Safety on his Account.</p>
            <p>This frequently gave me occasion to observe, and that with wonder, that however it
               had pleas'd God, in his Providence, and in the Government of the Works of his Hands,
               to take from so great a Part of the World of his Creatures, the best uses to which
               their Faculties, and the Powers of their Souls are adapted; yet that he has bestow'd
               upon them the same Powers, the same Reason, the same Affections, the same Sentiments
               of Kindness and Obligation, the same Passions and Resentments of Wrongs; the same
               Sense of Gratitude, Sincerity, Fidelity, and all the Capacities of doing Good, and
               receiving Good, that he has given to us; and that when he pleases to offer to them
               Occasions of exerting these, they are as ready, nay, more ready to apply them to the
               right Uses for which they were bestow'd, than we are; and this made me very
               melancholly sometimes, in reflecting as the several Occasions presented, how mean a
               Use we make of all these, even though we have these Powers enlighten'd by the great Lamp of Instruction, the Spirit of
               God, and by the Knowledge of his Word, added to our Understanding; and why it has
               pleas'd God to hide the like saving Knowledge from so many
               Millions of Souls, who if I might judge by this poor Savage, would make a much better
               use of it than we did.</p>
            <p>From hence, I sometimes was led too far to invade the Soveraignty of
                  <hi rend="italic">Providence,</hi> and as it were arraign the Justice of so arbitrary a
               Disposition of Things, that should hide that Light from some, and reveal it to
               others, and yet expect a like Duty from both: But I shut it up, and check'd my
               Thoughts with this Conclusion, (1st.) That we <pb n="249"/>
               did not know by what Light and Law these should be Condemn'd; but that as God was
               necessarily, and by the Nature of his Being, infinitely Holy and Just, so it could
               not be; but that if these Creatures were all sentenc'd to Absence from himself, it was on account of sinning against that Light which,
               as the Scripture says, was a Law to themselves, and by such
               Rules as their Consciences would acknowledge to be just, tho' the Foundation was not
               discover'd to us: And (2d.) that still as we are all the Clay in the Hand of the
               Potter, no Vessel could say to him, Why hast thou form'd me thus?</p>
            <p>But to return to my New Companion; I was greatly delighted with him, and made it my
                  Business to teach him every Thing, that was proper to
               make him useful, handy, and helpful; but especially to make
               him speak, and understand me when I spake, and he was the aptest Schollar that ever
               was, and particularly was so merry, so constantly diligent, and so pleased, when he
               cou'd but understand me, or make me understand him, that it
               was very pleasant to me to talk to him; and now my Life began to be so easy, that I
               began to say to my self, that could I but have been safe from more Savages, I cared
               not, if I was never to remove from the place while I lived.</p>
            
            <head> <ref target="Audio17_" corresp="Audio17">[Audio File]</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Audio17" target="Audio17_">
                                <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/defoe-crusoe/soundFiles/robinsoncrusoe_17_defoe_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Mark F. Smith</note>
                        </head>
            <p>After I had been two or three Days return'd to my Castle, I thought that, in order to
               bring <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> off from his horrid way of feeding, and from the Relish of a
               Cannibal's Stomach, I ought to let him taste other Flesh; so I took him out with me
               one Morning to the Woods: I went indeed intending to kill a Kid out of my own Flock,
               and bring him home and dress it. But as I was going, I saw a She Goat lying down in
               the Shade, and two young Kids sitting by her, I catch'd hold of <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> hold says I, stand still; and made Signs to him
                  <pb n="250"/> not to stir, immediately I presented my
               Piece, shot and kill'd one of the Kids. The poor Creature who had at a Distance
               indeed seen me kill the Savage his Enemy, but did not know, or could imagine how it
               was done, was sensibly surpriz'd, trembled, and shook, and
               look'd so amaz'd, that I thought he would have sunk down. He
               did not see the Kid I shot at, or perceive I had kill'd it, but ripp'd up his
               Wastcoat to feel if he was not wounded, and as I found, presently thought I was
               resolv'd to kill him; for he came and kneel'd down to me, and embraceing my Knees,
               said a great many Things I did not understand; but I could
               easily see that the meaning was to pray me not to kill him.</p>
            <p>I soon found a way to convince him that I would do him no harm, and taking him up by
               the Hand laugh'd at him, and pointed to the Kid which I had kill'd, beckoned to him
               to run and fetch it, which he did; and while he was wondering and looking to see how
               the Creature was kill'd, I loaded my Gun again, and by and
               by I saw a great Fowl like a Hawk sit upon a Tree within Shot; so to let
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> understand a little what I would do, I call'd him to me again,
               pointed at the Fowl which was indeed a Parrot, tho' I thought it had been a Hawk, I
               say pointing to the Parrot, and to my Gun, and to the Ground under the Parrot, to let
               him see I would make it fall, I made him understand that I would shoot and kill that
               Bird; according I fir'd and bad him look, and immediately he saw the Parrot fall, he
               stood like one frighted again, notwithstanding all I had
               said to him; and I found he was the more amaz'd, because he did not see me put any
               Thing into the Gun; but thought that there must be some wonderful Fund of Death and
               Destruction in that Thing, able to kill Man, Beast, <pb n="251"/> Bird, or any Thing near, or far off; and the Astonishment this created in him was such, as could not wear off
               for a long Time; and I believe, if I would have let him, he would have worshipp'd me
               and my Gun: As for the Gun it self, he would not so much as touch it for several Days
               after; but would speak to it, and talk to it, as if it had answer'd him, when he was by himself; which, as I afterwards learn'd of him, was to
               desire it not to kill him.</p>
            <p>Well, after his Astonishment was a little over at this, I pointed to him to run and
               fetch the Bird I had shot, which he did, but stay'd some Time; for the Parrot not
               being quite dead, was flutter'd away a good way off from the Place where she fell;
               however, he found her, took her up, and brought her to me; and as I had perceiv'd his
               Ignorance about the Gun before, I took this Advantage to
               charge the Gun again, and not let him see me do it, that I might be ready for any
               other Mark that might present; but nothing more offer'd at that Time; so I brought
               home the Kid, and the same Evening I took the Skin off, and cut it out as well as I
               could; and having a Pot for that purpose, I boil'd, or stew'd some of the Flesh, and
               made some very good Broth; and after I had begun to eat some, I gave some to my Man,
               who seem'd very glad of it, and lik'd it very well; but that
               which was strangest to him, was, to see me eat Salt with it; he made a Sign to me,
               that the Salt was not good to eat, and putting a little into his own Mouth, he seem'd
               to nauseate it, and would spit and sputter at it, washing his Mouth with fresh Water
               after it; on the other hand, I took some Meat in my Mouth without Salt, and I
               pretended to spit and sputter for want of Salt, as fast as he had done at the Salt;
               but it would not do, he <pb n="252"/> would never care for
               Salt with his Meat, or in his Broth; at least not a great while, and then but a very
               little.</p>
            <p>Having thus fed him with boil'd Meat and Broth, I was resolv'd to feast him the next
               Day with roasting a Piece of the Kid; this I did by hanging it before the Fire, in a
               String, as I had seen many People do in <hi rend="italic">England,</hi> setting two Poles up, one
               on each side the Fire, and one cross on the Top, and tying the String to the
               Cross-stick, letting the Meat turn continually: This <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> admir'd very much; but when he came to taste the Flesh, he took so
               many ways to tell me how well he lik'd it, that I could not but understand him; and
               at last he told me he would never eat Man's Flesh any more, which I was very glad to
               hear.</p>
            <p>The next Day I set him to work to beating some Corn out, and sifting it in the manner
               I us'd to do, as I observ'd before, and he soon understood how to do it as well as I,
               especially after he had seen what the Meaning of it was, and that it was to make
               Bread of; for after that I let him see me make my Bread, and bake it too, and in a
               little Time <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> was able to do all the Work for me, as well as I could do
               it my self.</p>
            <p>I begun now to consider, that having two Mouths to feed, instead of one, I must
               provide more Ground for my Harvest, and plant a larger Quantity of Corn, than I us'd
               to do; so I mark'd out a larger Piece of Land, and began the Fence in the same Manner
               as before, in which <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> not only work'd very willingly, and very hard;
               but did it very chearfully, and I told him what it was for; that it was for Corn to
               make more Bread, because he was now with me, and that I might have enough for him,
               and my self too: He appear'd very sensible of that Part, and let me know, that he
               thought I had <pb n="253"/> much more Labour upon me on his
               Account, than I had for my self; and that he would work the harder for me, if I would
               tell him what to do.</p>
            <p>This was the pleasantest Year of all the Life I led in this Place; <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi>
               began to talk pretty well, and understand the Names of almost every Thing I had
               occasion to call for, and of every Place I had to send him to, and talk'd a great
               deal to me; so that in short I began now to have some Use for my Tongue again, which
               indeed I had very little occasion for before; that is to say, <hi rend="italic">about Speech</hi>;
               besides the Pleasure of talking to him, I had a singular Satisfaction in the Fellow himself; his simple unfeign'd Honesty,
               appear'd to me more and more every Day, and I began really to love the Creature; and
               on his Side, I believe he lov'd me more than it was possible for him ever to love any
               Thing before.</p>
            <p>I had a Mind once to try if he had any hankering Inclination to his own Country
               again, and having learn'd him <hi rend="italic">English</hi> so well that he could answer me almost
               any Questions, I ask'd him whether the Nation that he
               belong'd to never conquer'd in Battle, at which he smil'd; and said; yes, yes, we
               always fight the better; that is, he meant always get the better in Fight; and so we
               began the following Discourse: You always fight the better said I, How came you to be
               taken Prisoner then, <hi rend="italic">Friday?</hi>
            </p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> My Nation beat much, for all that.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Master,</hi> How beat; if your Nation beat them, how come you to be taken?</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> They more many than my Nation in the Place where me was; they take
               one, two, three, and me; my Nation over beat them in the yonder Place, where me no
               was; there my Nation take one, two, great Thousand.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Master,</hi> But why did not your Side recover you from the Hands of your Enemies
               then?</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="254"/>
               <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> They run one, two, three, and me, and make go in the <hi rend="italic">Canoe</hi>;
               my Nation have no <hi rend="italic">Canoe</hi> that time.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Master,</hi> Well, <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> and What does your Nation do with the Men they take, do they carry them away, and eat them, as these
               did?</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> Yes, my Nation eat Man's too, eat all up.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Master,</hi> Where do they carry them?</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> Go to other Place where they think.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Master,</hi> Do they come hither?</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> Yes, yes, they come hither; come other else Place.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Master,</hi> Have you been here with them?</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> Yes, I been here; [<hi rend="italic">points to the</hi> N. W. <hi rend="italic">Side of the
                  Island</hi>] which it seems was their Side.</p>
            <p>By this I understood, that my Man <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> had formerly been among the
               Savages, who us'd to come on Shore on the farther Part of the Island, on the same Man eating Occasions that he was now
               brought for; and sometime after, when I took the Courage to carry him to that Side,
                  being the same I formerly mention'd, he presently knew
               the Place, and told me, he was there once when they eat up twenty Men, two Women, and
               one Child; he could not tell Twenty in <hi rend="italic">English</hi>; but he numbred them by
               laying so many Stones on a Row, and pointing to me to tell them over.</p>
            <p>I have told this Passage, because it introduces what follows; that after I had had
               this Discourse with him, I ask'd him how far it was from our Island to the Shore, and whether the <hi rend="italic">Canoes</hi> were not often lost; he told
               me, there was no Danger, no <hi rend="italic">Canoes</hi> ever lost; but that after a little way
               out to the Sea, there was a Current, and Wind, always one way in the Morning, the
               other in the Afternoon.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="255"/>This I understood to be no more than the Sets
               of the Tide, as going out, or coming in; but I afterwards understood, it was
               occasion'd by the great Draft and Reflux of the mighty River <hi rend="italic">Oroonooko</hi>; in the Mouth, or the Gulph of which River, as I found afterwards, our Island lay; and this Land
               which I perceiv'd to the <hi rend="italic">W.</hi> and <hi rend="italic">N. W.</hi> was the great Island
                  <hi rend="italic">Trinidad,</hi> on the <hi rend="italic">North</hi> Point of the Mouth of the River: I ask'd
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> a thousand Questions about the Country, the Inhabitants, the Sea,
               the Coast, and what Nation were near; he told me all he knew with the greatest
               Openness imaginable; I ask'd him the Names of the several
               Nations of his Sort of People; but could get no other Name
               than <hi rend="italic">Caribs</hi>; from whence I easily understood, that
               these were the <hi rend="italic">Caribbees,</hi> which our Maps place on the Part of
                  <hi rend="italic">America,</hi> which reaches from the Mouth of the River <hi rend="italic">Oroonooko</hi> to
                  <hi rend="italic">Guiana,</hi> and onwards to <hi rend="italic">St. Martha:</hi> He told me that up a great
               way beyond the Moon, that was, beyond the Setting of the Moon, which must be
                  <hi rend="italic">W.</hi> from their Country, there dwelt white bearded Men, like me; and
               pointed to my great Whiskers, which I mention'd before; and that they had kill'd
                  <hi rend="italic">much Mans,</hi> that was his Word; by all which I understood, he meant the
                  <hi rend="italic">Spaniards,</hi> whose Cruelties in <hi rend="italic">America</hi> had been spread over the
               whole Countries, and was remember'd by all the Nations from Father to Son.</p>
            <p>I enquir'd if he could tell me how I might come from this Island, and get among those
               white Men; he told me, yes, yes, I might go <hi rend="italic">in two Canoe</hi>; I could not
               understand what he meant, or make him describe to me what he meant by <hi rend="italic">two
                  Canoe,</hi> till at last with great Difficulty, I found he meant it must be in a
               large great Boat, as big as <hi rend="italic">two Canoes.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>
               <pb n="256"/>This Part of <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi>'s Discourse began
               to relish with me very well, and from this Time I entertain'd some Hopes, that one
               Time or other, I might find an Opportunity to make my Escape from this Place; and
               that this poor Savage might be a Means to help me to do it.</p>
            <p>During the long Time that <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> has now been with me, and that he began to
               speak to me, and understand me, I was not wanting to lay a Foundation of religious Knowledge in his Mind; particularly I ask'd him one Time who made him? The poor
               Creature did not understand me at all, but thought I had ask'd who was his Father;
               but I took it by another handle, and ask'd him who made the Sea, the Ground we walk'd
               on, and the Hills, and Woods; he told me it was one old <hi rend="italic">Benamuckee,</hi> that liv'd beyond all: He could describe nothing of this great
               Person, but that he was very old; much older he said than the Sea, or the Land; than
               the Moon, or the Stars: I ask'd him then, if this old Person had made all Things, why
               did not all Things worship him; he look'd very grave, and with a perfect Look of
               Innocence, said, <hi rend="italic">All Things do say O to him:</hi> I ask'd him if the People who
               die in his Country went away any where; he said, yes, they all went to <ref target="benamuckee_" corresp="benamuckee">Benamuckee</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="benamuckee" target="benamuckee_" type="gloss">There is no historic mythological source for this deity.</note>; then
               I ask'd him whether these they eat up went thither too, he said yes.</p>
            <p>From these Things, I began to instruct him in the Knowledge of the true God: I told
               him that the great Maker of all Things liv'd up there, pointing up towards Heaven:
               That he governs the World by the same Power and Providence by which he had made it:
               That he was omnipotent, could do every Thing for us, give every Thing to us, take
               every Thing from us; and thus by Degrees I open'd his Eyes.
               He listned with great Attention, <pb n="257"/> and receiv'd with Pleasure the Notion of <hi rend="italic">Jesus
                  Christ</hi> being sent to redeem us, and of the Manner of making our Prayers to
               God, and his being able to hear us, even into Heaven; he told me one Day, that if our
               God could hear us up beyond the Sun, he must needs be a
               greater God than their <hi rend="italic">Benamuckee,</hi> who liv'd but a little way off, and yet
               could not hear, till they went up to the great Mountains where he dwelt, to speak to
               him; I ask'd him if ever he went thither, to speak to him; he said no, they never
               went that were young Men; none went thither but the old Men, who he call'd their <ref target="oowocakee_" corresp="oowocakee">Oowocakee,</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="oowocakee" target="oowocakee_" type="gloss">There is no historical source for this.</note> that is, as I made him
               explain it to me, their Religious, or Clergy, and that they went to say <hi rend="italic">O,</hi>
               (so he called saying Prayers) and then came back, and told them what
                  <hi rend="italic">Benamuckee</hi> said: By this I observ'd, That there is <hi rend="italic">Priestcraft,</hi>
               even amongst the most blinded ignorant Pagans in the World;
               and the Policy of making a secret Religion, in order to
               preserve the Veneration of the People to the Clergy, is not
               only to be found in the <hi rend="italic">Roman,</hi> but perhaps among
               all Religions in the World, even among the most brutish and barbarous Savages.</p>
            <p>I endeavour'd to clear up this Fraud, to my Man <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> and told him, that
               the Pretence of their old Men going up the Mountains, to say <hi rend="italic">O</hi> to their God
                  <hi rend="italic">Benamuckee,</hi> was a Cheat, and their bringing Word from thence what he
               said, was much more so; that if they met with any Answer, or spake with any one
               there, it must be with an evil Spirit: And then I entred into a long Discourse with him about the Devil, the Original of him, his
               Rebellion against God, his Enmity to Man, the Reason of it, his setting himself up in
               the dark Parts of the World to be Worship'd instead of God,
               and as God; and the many Stratagems <pb n="258"/> he made use of to delude Mankind to his Ruine; how he
               had a secret access to our Passions, and to our Affections, to adapt his Snares so to
               our Inclinations, as to cause us even to be our own Tempters, and to run upon our
               Destruction by our own Choice.</p>
            <p>I found it was not so easie to imprint right Notions in his
               Mind about the Devil, as it was about the Being of a God. Nature assisted all my
                  Arguments to Evidence to him, even the Necessity of a
               great first Cause and over-ruling governing Power; a secret directing Providence, and
               of the Equity, and Justice, of paying Homage to him that made us, and the like. But
               there appeared nothing of all this in the Notion of an evil Spirit; of his Original, his Being, his Nature, and above all of his
               Inclination to do Evil, and to draw us in to do so too; and the poor Creature puzzl'd
               me once in such a manner, by a Question meerly natural and innocent, that I scarce
               knew what to say to him. I had been talking a great deal to him of the Power of God, his Omnipotence, his dreadful Nature to Sin, his
               being a consuming Fire to the Workers of Iniquity, how, as he had made us all, he
               could destroy us and all the World in a Moment; and he listen'd with great
               Seriousness to me all the while.</p>
            <p>After this, I had been telling him how the Devil was God's
               Enemy in the Hearts of Men, and used all his Malice and Skill to defeat the good
               Designs of Providence, and to ruine the Kingdom of Christ in the World; and the like.
               Well, says <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> but you say, God is so strong, so great, is he not much
               strong, much might as the Devil? Yes, yes, says I, <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> God is stronger
               than the Devil, God is above the Devil, and therefore we pray to God to tread him
               down under our Feet, <pb n="259"/> and enable us to resist
               his Temptations and quench his fiery Darts. <hi rend="italic">But,</hi> says he again, <hi rend="italic">if God
                  much strong, much might as the Devil, why God no kill the Devil, so make him no
                  more do wicked?</hi>
            </p>
            <p>I was strangely surpriz'd at his Question, and after all, tho' I was now an old Man,
               yet I was but a young Doctor, and ill enough quallified for a Casuist, or a Solver of
               Difficulties: And at first I could not tell what to say, so I pretended not to hear
               him, and ask'd him what he said? But he was too earnest for an Answer to forget his
                  Question; so that he repeated it in the very same broken
               Words, as above. By this time I had recovered my self a little, and I said, <hi rend="italic">God
                  will at last punish him severely</hi>; he is <hi rend="italic">reserv'd for the Judgment, and is
                  to be cast into the Bottomless-Pit, to dwell with everlasting Fire.</hi> This did not satisfie <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> but he returns upon
               me, repeating my Words, RESERVE, AT LAST, <hi rend="italic">me no underderstand; but, Why not kill
                  the Devil now, not kill great ago?</hi> You may as well ask me, <hi rend="italic">said I,</hi>
               Why God does not kill you and I, when we do wicked Things here that offend him? We
               are preserv'd to repent and be pardon'd: He muses a while at this; <hi rend="italic">well,
                  well,</hi> says he, mighty affectionately, <hi rend="italic">that well; so you, I, Devil, all
                     wicked, all preserve, repent, God pardon all.</hi>
               Here I was run down again by him to the last Degree, and it was a Testimony to me,
               how the meer Notions of Nature, though they will guide reasonable Creatures to the Knowledge of a God, and of a Worship or Homage due to the supreme Being, of God as the
               Consequence of our Nature; yet nothing but divine Revelation can from the Knowledge
               of <hi rend="italic">Jesus Christ,</hi> and of a Redemption purchas'd for
               us, of a Mediator of the new Covenant, and of an Intercessor, at the Foot-stool of
               God's Throne; I say, nothing but a Revelation from Heaven, can form these in <pb n="260"/> the Soul, and that therefore the Gospel of our
               Lord and Saviour <hi rend="italic">Jesus Christ</hi>; I mean, the Word of God, and the Spirit of
               God promis'd for the Guide and Sanctifier of his People, are the absolutely necessary Instructors of the Souls of Men, in the saving
               Knowledge of God, and the Means of Salvation.</p>
            <p>I therefore diverted the present Discourse between me and my
               Man, rising up hastily, as upon some sudden Occasion of going out; then sending him
               for something a good way off, I seriously pray'd to God that he would enable me to
               instruct savingly this poor Savage, assisting by his Spirit
               the Heart of the poor ignorant Creature, to receive the Light of the Knowledge of God
               in <hi rend="italic">Christ,</hi> reconciling him to himself, and would
               guide me to speak so to him from the Word of God, as his Conscience might be
               convinc'd, his Eyes open'd, and his Soul sav'd. When he came again to me, I entred
               into a long Discourse with him upon the Subject of the Redemption of Man by the
               Saviour of the World, and of the Doctrine of the Gospel preach'd from Heaven,
                  <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> of Repentance towards God, and Faith in our Blessed Lord
                  <hi rend="italic">Jesus.</hi> I then explain'd to him, as well as I could, why our Blessed
               Redeemer took not on him the Nature of Angels, but the Seed of <hi rend="italic">Abraham,</hi> and
               how for that Reason the fallen Angels had no Share in the Redemption; that he came
               only to the lost Sheep of the House of <hi rend="italic">Israel,</hi> and the like.</p>
            <p>I had, <hi rend="italic">God knows,</hi> more Sincerity than Knowledge, in
               all the Methods I took for this poor Creature's Instruction, and must acknowledge
               what I believe all that act upon the same Principle will find, That in laying Things
               open to him, I really inform'd and instructed my self in many Things, that either I
               did not know, or had not fully consider'd <pb n="261"/>
               before; but which occurr'd naturally to my Mind, upon my searching into them, for the
               Information of this poor Savage; and I had more Affection in my Enquiry after Things
               upon this Occasion, than ever I felt before; so that whether this poor wild Wretch
               was the better for me, or no, I had great Reason to be thankful that ever he came to
               me: My Grief set lighter upon me, my Habitation grew comfortable to me beyond
               Measure; and when I reflected that in this solitary Life which I had been confin'd
               to, I had not only been moved my self to look up to Heaven, and to seek to the Hand
               that had brought me there; but was now to be made an Instrument under Providence to
               save the Life, and <hi rend="italic">for ought I knew,</hi> the Soul of a poor Savage, and bring him to the true Knowledge of Religion, and
               of the Christian Doctrine, that he might know Christ Jesus, <hi rend="italic">to know whom is Life
                     eternal.</hi> I say, when I reflected upon all these
               Things, a secret Joy run through every Part of my Soul, and I frequently rejoyc'd
               that ever I was brought to this Place, which I had so often thought the most dreadful
               of all Afflictions that could possibly have befallen me.</p>
            <p>In this thankful Frame I continu'd all the Remainder of my
               Time, and the Conversation which employ'd the Hours between <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> and I,
               was such, as made the three Years which we liv'd there together perfectly and
               compleatly happy, <hi rend="italic">if any such Thing as compleat Happiness can be form'd in a
                     sublunary State.</hi> The Savage was now a good
                  Christian, a much better than I; though I have reason to
               hope, and bless God for it, that we were equally penitent, and comforted restor'd
               Penitents; we had here the Word of God to read, and no farther off from his Spirit to
               instruct, than if we had been in <hi rend="italic">England.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>
               <pb n="262"/>I always apply'd my self in Reading the
                  Scripture, to let him know, as well as I could, the
               Meaning of what I read; and he again, by his serious
               Enquiries, and Questionings, made me, <hi rend="italic">as I said before,</hi> a much better
               Scholar in the Scripture Knowledge, than I should ever have been by my own private
               meer Reading. Another thing I cannot refrain from observing
               here also from Experience, in this retir'd Part of my Life,
                  <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> How infinite and inexpressible a Blessing
               it is, that the Knowledge of God, and of the Doctrine of Salvation by <hi rend="italic">Christ Jesus,</hi> is so plainly laid down in the Word of God; so easy
               to be receiv'd and understood: That as the bare reading the
               Scripture made me capable of understanding enough of my Duty, to carry me directly on
               to the great Work of sincere Repentance for my Sins, and laying hold of a Saviour for Life and Salvation, to a stated Reformation in Practice,
               and Obedience to all God's Commands, and this without any Teacher or Instructer; I mean, humane; so the same plain
               Instruction sufficiently serv'd to the enlightning this
               Savage Creature, and bringing him to be such a Christian, as I have known few equal
               to him in my Life.</p>
            <p>As to all the Disputes, Wranglings, Strife and Contention, which has happen'd in the
               World about Religion, whether Niceties in Doctrines, or Schemes of Church Government,
               they were all perfectly useless to us; as for ought I can
               yet see, they have been to all the rest of the World: We had the <hi rend="italic">sure Guide</hi>
               to Heaven, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> The Word of God; and we had, <hi rend="italic">blessed be God,</hi>
               comfortable Views of the Spirit of God teaching and
               instructing us by his Word, <hi rend="italic">leading us into all Truth,</hi> and making us both
                  willing and obedient to the Instruction of his Word; and
               I cannot see the least Use that the greatest <pb n="263"/>
               Knowledge of the disputed Points in Religion which have made such Confusions in the
               World would have been to us, if we could have obtain'd it;
               but I must go on with the Historical Part of Things, and take every Part in its
               order.</p>
            <p>After <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> and I became more intimately acquainted, and that he could understand almost all I said to him, and speak
               fluently, though in broken <hi rend="italic">English</hi> to me; I acquainted him with my own Story, or at least so much of it as related to my coming into
               the Place, how I had liv'd there, and how long. I let him into the Mystery, for such
               it was to him, of Gunpowder, and Bullet, and taught him how to shoot: I gave him a
               Knife, which he was wonderfully delighted with, and I made
               him a Belt, with a Frog hanging to it, such as in <hi rend="italic">England</hi> we wear <ref target="hanger_" corresp="hanger">Hangers</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="hanger" target="hanger_" type="gloss">Swords</note> in; and in the Frog, instead of a Hanger, I gave him a Hatchet,
               which was not only as good a Weapon in some Cases, but much more useful upon other Occasions.</p>
            <p>I describ'd to him the Country of <hi rend="italic">Europe,</hi> and particularly <hi rend="italic">England,</hi>
               which I came from; how we liv'd, how we worshipp'd God, how we behav'd to one
               another; and how we traded in Ships to all Parts of the World: I gave him an Account
               of the Wreck which I had been on board of, and shew'd him as near as I could, the
               Place where she lay; but she was all beaten in Pieces before, and gone.</p>
            <p>I shew'd him the Ruins of our Boat, which we lost when we escap'd, and which I could
               not stir with my whole Strength then; but was now fallen almost all to Pieces: Upon
               seeing this Boat, <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> stood musing a great while, and said nothing; I
               ask'd him what it was he study'd upon, at last says he, <hi rend="italic">me see such Boat like
                  come to Place at my Nation.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>I did not understand him a good while; but at last, when I had examin'd farther into
               it, I understood <pb n="264"/> by
               him, that a Boat, such as that had been, came on Shore upon the Country where he
               liv'd; that is, as he explain'd it, was driven thither by Stress of Weather: I
               presently imagin'd, that some <hi rend="italic">European</hi> Ship must have been cast away upon
               their Coast, and the Boat might get loose, and drive a Shore; but was so dull, that I
               never once thought of Men making escape from a Wreck thither, much less whence they
               might come; so I only enquir'd after a Description of the
               Boat.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> describ'd the Boat to me well enough; but brought me better to
               understand him, when he added with some Warmth, <hi rend="italic">we save
                  the white Mans from drown:</hi> Then I presently ask'd him, if there was any <hi rend="italic">white Mans,</hi> as he call'd them, in the Boat;
                  <hi rend="italic">yes,</hi> he said, <hi rend="italic">the Boat full white Mans:</hi> I ask'd him how many; he
               told upon his Fingers seventeen: I ask'd him then what become of them; he told me,
                  <hi rend="italic">they live, they dwell at my Nation.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>This put new Thoughts into my Head; for I presently imagin'd, that these might be the
               Men belonging to the Ship, that was cast away in Sight of <hi rend="italic">my Island,</hi> as I
               now call it; and who after the Ship was struck on the Rock, and they saw her inevitably lost, had sav'd themselves in their Boat, and were
               landed upon that wild Shore among the Savages.</p>
            <p>Upon this, I enquir'd of him more critically, What was become of them? He assur'd me
               they lived still there; that they had been there about four
               Years; that the Savages let them alone, and gave them Victuals to live. I ask'd him,
               How it came to pass they did not kill them and eat them? He said, <hi rend="italic">No, they make
                  Brother with them</hi>; that is, as I understood him, a Truce: And then he added,
                  <hi rend="italic">They no eat Mans but when make the War fight</hi>; that is to <pb n="265"/> say, they never eat any Men but such as come to fight
               with them, and are taken in Battle.</p>
            <p>It was after this some considerable Time, that being upon the Top of the Hill, at the
                  <hi rend="italic">East</hi> Side of the Island, from whence as I have said, I had in a clear Day
               discover'd the Main, or Continent of <hi rend="italic">America; Friday,</hi> the Weather being very
               serene, looks very earnestly towards the Main Land, and in a kind of Surprise, falls
               a jumping and dancing, and calls out to me, for I was at some Distance from him: I
               ask'd him, What was the Matter? <hi rend="italic">O joy!</hi> Says he, <hi rend="italic">O glad! There see my
                  Country, there my Nation!</hi>
            </p>
            <p>I observ'd an extraordinary Sense of Pleasure appear'd in
               his Face, and his Eyes sparkled, and his Countenance discover'd a strange Eagerness,
               as if he had a Mind to be in his own Country again; and this Observation of mine, put
               a great many Thoughts into me, which made me at first not so easy about my new Man
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> as I was before; and I made no doubt, but that if <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi>
               could get back to his own Nation again, he would not only forget all his Religion,
               but all his Obligation to me; and would be forward enough to give his Countrymen an
               Account of me, and come back perhaps with a hundred or two
               of them, and make a Feast upon me, at which he might be as merry as he us'd to be
               with those of his Enemies, when they were taken in War.</p>
            <p>But I wrong'd the poor honest Creature very much, for which I was very sorry
               afterwards. However as my Jealousy encreased, and held me some Weeks, I was a little
               more circumspect, and not so familiar and kind to him as before; in which I was
               certainly in the Wrong too, the honest grateful Creature
               having no thought about it, but what consisted with the best Principles, both <pb n="266"/> as a religious Christian, and as a grateful
               Friend, as appeared afterwards to my full Satisfaction.</p>
            <p>While my Jealousy of him lasted, you may be sure I was every Day pumping him to see
               if he would discover any of the new Thoughts, which I suspected were in him; but I found every thing he said was so Honest, and so Innocent,
               that I could find nothing to nourish my Suspicion; and in spight of all my Uneasiness
               he made me at last entirely his own again, nor did he in the
               least perceive that I was Uneasie, and therefore I could not
               suspect him of Deceit.</p>
            <p>One Day walking up the same Hill, but the Weather being haizy at Sea, so that we
               could not see the Continent, I call'd to him, and said, <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> do not you wish your self in your own Country, your own Nation? Yes, he said, <hi rend="italic">he be much O glad to
                  be at his own Nation.</hi> What would you do there said I, would you turn Wild
               again, eat Mens Flesh again, and be a Savage as you were before. He lookt full of
               Concern, and shaking his Head said, <hi rend="italic">No no,</hi> Friday <hi rend="italic">tell them to live
                  Good,</hi> tell them <hi rend="italic">to pray God,</hi> tell them <hi rend="italic">to eat Corn-bread,
                  Cattle-flesh, Milk, no eat Man again</hi>: Why then said I to him, <hi rend="italic">They will
                  kill you.</hi> He look'd grave at that, and then said, <hi rend="italic">No, they no kill me,
                  they willing love learn</hi>: He meant by this, they would be willing to learn. He
               added, they learn'd much of the Bearded-Mans that come in the Boat. Then I ask'd him
               if he would go back to them? He smil'd at that, and told me he could not swim so far.
               I told him I would make a <hi rend="italic">Canoe</hi> for him. He told me, <hi rend="italic">he would go, if I
                  would go with him.</hi> I go! says I, why they will Eat me if I come there? No,
               no, says he, <hi rend="italic">me make they no Eat you; me make they much Love you:</hi> He meant
               he would tell them how I had kill'd his Enemies, and sav'd his Life, and so he <pb n="267"/> would make them love me; then he told me as
               well as he could, how kind they were to seventeen White-men, or Bearded-men, as he
               call'd them, who came on Shore there in Distress.</p>
            <p>From this time I confess I had a Mind to venture over, and see if I could possibly
               joyn with these Bearded-men, who I made no doubt were <hi rend="italic">Spaniards</hi> or
                  <hi rend="italic">Portuguese</hi>; not doubting but if I could we might find some Method to
               Escape from thence, being upon the Continent, and a good Company together; better
               than I could from an Island 40 Miles off the Shore, and alone without Help. So after
               some Days I took <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> to work again, by way of Discourse, and told him I
               would give him a Boat to go back to his own Nation; and accordingly I carry'd him to
               my Frigate which lay on the other Side of the Island, and having clear'd it of Water, for I always kept it sunk in the Water; I brought it out,
               shewed it him, and we both went into it.</p>
            <p>I found he was a most dextrous Fellow at managing it, would
               make it go almost as swift and fast again as I could; so when he was in, I said to
               him, Well now, <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> shall we go to your Nation?
               He look'd very dull at my saying so, which it seems was, because he thought the Boat
               too small to go so far. I told him then I had a bigger; so the next Day I went to the
               Place where the first Boat lay which I had made, but which I could not get into
               Water: He said that was big enough; but then as I had taken no Care of it, and it had
               lain two or three and twenty Years there, the Sun had split and dry'd it, that it was
               in a manner rotten. <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> told me such a Boat would do very well, and would
               carry <hi rend="italic">much enough Vittle, Drink, Bread,</hi> that was his Way of Talking.</p>
            <head> <ref target="Audio18_" corresp="Audio18">[Audio File]</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Audio18" target="Audio18_">
                                <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/defoe-crusoe/soundFiles/robinsoncrusoe_18_defoe_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Mark F. Smith</note>
                        </head>
            <p>
               <pb n="268"/>Upon the whole, I was by this Time so fix'd
               upon my Design of going over with him to the Continent, that I told him we would go
               and make one as big as that, and he should go home in it. He answer'd not one Word,
               but look'd very grave and sad: I ask'd him what was the matter with him? He ask'd me
               again thus; <hi rend="italic">Why, you angry mad with</hi> Friday, <hi rend="italic">what me done?</hi> I ask'd
               him what he meant; I told him I was not angry with him at all. <hi rend="italic">No angry! No
                  angry!</hi> says he, repeating the Words several Times, <hi rend="italic">Why send</hi> Friday
                  <hi rend="italic">home away to my Nation?</hi> Why, (says I) <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> did you not say
               you wish'd you were there? <hi rend="italic">Yes, yes,</hi> says he, <hi rend="italic">wish be both there, no
                  wish</hi> Friday <hi rend="italic">there, no Master there.</hi> In a Word, he would not think of
               going there without me; <hi rend="italic">I go there!</hi> Friday, (says I) <hi rend="italic">what shall I do
                  there?</hi> He turn'd very quick upon me at this: <hi rend="italic">You do great deal much
                  good,</hi> says he, <hi rend="italic">you teach wild Mans be good sober tame Mans; you tell them
                  know God, pray God, and live new Life. Alas!</hi> Friday, (says I) <hi rend="italic">thou
                  knowest not what thou sayest, I am but an ignorant Man my self. Yes, yes,</hi>
               says he, <hi rend="italic">you teachee me Good, you teachee them Good. No, no,</hi> Friday, (says
               I) <hi rend="italic">you shall go without me, leave me here to live by my self, as I did
                  before.</hi> He look'd confus'd again at that Word, and running to one of the
               Hatchets which he used to wear, he takes it up hastily, comes and gives it me,
                  <hi rend="italic">What must I do with this?</hi> says I to him. <hi rend="italic">You take, kill</hi> Friday;
               (says he.) <hi rend="italic">What must I kill you for?</hi> said I again. He returns very quick,
                  <hi rend="italic">What you send</hi> Friday <hi rend="italic">away for? take, kill</hi> Friday, <hi rend="italic">no
                  send</hi> Friday <hi rend="italic">away.</hi> This he spoke so
               earnestly, that I saw Tears stand in his Eyes: In a Word, I so plainly discover'd the
               utmost Affection in him to me, and a firm Resolution in him, that I told him then,
               and often after, that I would never send him away from me, if he was willing to stay
               with me.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="269"/>Upon the whole, as I found by all his
               Discourse a settled Affection to me, and that nothing should part him from me, so I
               found all the Foundation of his Desire to go to his own Country, was laid in his
               ardent Affection to the People, and his Hopes of my doing them good; a Thing which as
               I had no Notion of my self, so I had not the least Thought or Intention, or Desire of
               undertaking it. But still I found a strong Inclination to my attempting an Escape as
               above, founded on the Supposition gather'd from the
               Discourse, (<hi rend="italic">viz.</hi>) That there were seventeen bearded Men there; and
               therefore, without any more Delay, I went to Work with
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> to find out a great Tree proper to fell, and make a large Periagua
               or Canoe to undertake the Voyage. There were Trees enough in the Island to have built
               a little Fleet, not of Periagua's and Canoes, but even of good large Vessels. But the
               main Thing I look'd at, was to get one so near the Water that we might launch it when
               it was made, to avoid the Mistake I committed at first.</p>
            <p>At last, <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi>
               <ref target="pitchupon_" corresp="pitchupon">pitch'd upon</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="pitchupon" target="pitchupon_" type="gloss">Chose</note> a Tree, for I found he knew much better than I what kind
               of Wood was fittest for it, nor can I tell to this Day what Wood to call the Tree we
               cut down, except that it was very like the Tree we call <ref target="fustic_" corresp="fustic">Fustic,</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="fustic" target="fustic_" type="gloss">Maclura tinctoria, a medium to large
                  tree of the neotropics</note> or between that and the <hi rend="italic">Nicaragua</hi> Wood, for
               it was much of the same Colour and Smell. <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> was for burning the Hollow
               or Cavity of this Tree out to make it for a Boat. But I shew'd him how rather to cut
               it out with Tools, which, after I had shew'd him how to use, he did very handily, and
               in about a Month's hard Labour, we finished it, and made it very handsome, especially
               when with our Axes, which I shew'd him how to handle, we cut and hew'd the out-side
               into the true Shape of a Boat; after this, however, it cost us near a Fortnight's
               Time to get <pb n="270"/> her along as it were Inch by Inch
               upon great Rowlers into the Water. But when she was in, she
               would have carry'd twenty Men with great Ease.</p>
            <p>When she was in the Water, and tho' she was so big it amazed me to see with what
               Dexterity and how swift my Man <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> would manage her, and paddle her
               along; so I ask'd him if he would, and if we might venture over in her. <hi rend="italic">Yes</hi>,
               he said, <hi rend="italic">he venture over in her very well, tho' great blow Wind.</hi> However, I
               had a farther Design that he knew nothing of, and that was to make a Mast and Sail
               and to fit her with an Anchor and Cable: As to a Mast, that was easy enough to get;
               so I pitch'd upon a strait young Cedar-Tree, which I found near the Place, and which
               there was great Plenty of in the Island, and I set <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> to Work to cut it
               down, and gave him Directions how to shape and order it. But as to the Sail, that was
               my particular Care; I knew I had old Sails, or rather Pieces
               of old Sails enough; but as I had had them now six and twenty Years by me, and had
               not been very careful to preserve them, not imagining that I should ever have this
               kind of Use for them, I did not doubt but they were all rotten, and indeed most of
               them were so; however, I found two Pieces which appear'd pretty good, and with these
               I went to Work, and with a great deal of Pains, and awkward tedious stitching (you
               may be sure) for Want of Needles, I at length made a three Corner'd ugly Thing, like
               what we call in <hi rend="italic">England,</hi> a Shoulder of Mutton Sail, to go with a <ref target="boom_" corresp="boom">Boom</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="boom" target="boom_" type="gloss">A long spar running from different
                  places in the ship to the base of a mast</note> at bottom, and a little <ref target="shortspirit_" corresp="shortspirit">short Sprit</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="shortspirit" target="shortspirit_" type="gloss">A small spar reaching diagonally from low on a mast to the upper
                  outer corner of a sail.</note> at the Top, such as usually our Ship's Long-Boats
               sail with, and such as I best knew how to manage; because it was such a one as I had
               to the Boat, in which I made my Escape from <hi rend="italic">Barbary,</hi> as related in the first
               Part of my Story.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="271"/>I was near two Months performing this last
               Work, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> rigging and fitting my Mast and Sails; for I finish'd them very
               compleat, making a small Stay, and a Sail, or Foresail to it, to assist, if we should
               turn to Windward; and which was more than all, I fix'd a Rudder to the Stern of her,
               to steer with; and though I was but a bungling Shipwright, yet as I knew the
               Usefulness, and even Necessity of such a Thing, I apply'd my self with so much Pains
               to do it, that at last I brought it to pass; though considering the many dull
               Contrivances I had for it that fail'd, I think it cost me almost as much Labour as
               making the Boat.</p>
            <p>After all this was done too, I had my Man <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> to
               teach as to what belong'd to the Navigation of my Boat; for though he knew very well
               how to paddle a <hi rend="italic">Canoe,</hi> he knew nothing what belong'd to a Sail, and a
               Rudder; and was the most amaz'd, when he saw me work the Boat too and again in the
               Sea by the Rudder, and how the Sail <ref target="gib2_" corresp="gib2">gyb'd</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="gib2" target="gib2_" type="gloss">Turned downwind</note>, and fill'd this way, or that way, as the
               Course we sail'd chang'd; I say, when he saw this, he stood like one, astonish'd, and
               amaz'd: However, with a little Use, I made all these Things familiar to him; and he
               became an expert Sailor, except that as to the Compass, I could make him understand
               very little of that. On the other hand, as there was very little cloudy Weather, and
               seldom or never any Fogs in those Parts, there was the less occasion for a Compass, seeing the Stars were always to be seen by Night, and
               the Shore by Day, except in the rainy Seasons, and then no body car'd to stir abroad,
                  either by Land or Sea.</p>
            <p>I was now entred on the seven and twentieth Year of my Captivity in this Place;
               though the three last Years that I had this Creature with me, ought rather to be left
               out of the Account, my Habitation <pb n="272"/> being quite of another kind than in all the rest of
               the Time. I kept the Anniversary of my Landing here with the same Thankfulness to God
               for his Mercies, as at first; and if I had such Cause of Acknowledgment at first, I
               had much more so now, having such additional Testimonies of the Care of Providence
               over me, and the great Hopes I had of being effectually, and speedily deliver'd; for
               I had an invincible Impression upon my Thoughts, that my Deliverance was at hand, and
               that I should not be another Year in this Place: However, I went on with my
               Husbandry, digging, planting, fencing, as usual; I gather'd and cur'd my Grapes, and
               did every necessary Thing as before.</p>
            <p>The rainy Season was in the mean Time upon me, when I kept more within Doors than at
               other Times; so I had stow'd our new Vessel as secure as we could, bringing her up
               into the Creek, where as I said, in the Beginning I landed my Rafts from the Ship,
               and haling her up to the Shore, at high Water mark, I made my Man <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> dig
               a little Dock, just big enough to hold her, and just deep enough to give her Water enough to <ref target="float_" corresp="float">fleet</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="float" target="float_" type="gloss">Float</note> in; and then when the Tide was out, we made a strong Dam
               cross the End of it, to keep the Water out; and so she lay dry, as to the Tide from
               the Sea; and to keep the Rain off, we laid a great many Boughs of Trees, so thick,
               that she was as well thatch'd as a House; and thus we waited for the Month of
                  <hi rend="italic">November</hi> and <hi rend="italic">December,</hi> in which I design'd to make my Adventure.</p>
            <p>When the settled Season began to come in, as the thought of my Design return'd with
               the fair Weather, I was preparing daily for the Voyage; and the first Thing I did,
               was to lay by a certain Quantity of Provisions, being the Stores for our Voyage; and
               intended in a Week or a Fortnight's <pb n="273"/> Time, to
               open the Dock, and launch out our Boat. I was busy one Morning upon some Thing of
               this kind, when I call'd to <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> and bid him go to the Sea Shore, and see
               if he could find a Turtle, or Tortoise, a Thing which we generally got once a Week,
               for the Sake of the Eggs, as well as the Flesh: <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> had not been long
               gone, when he came running back, and flew over my outer Wall, or Fence, like one that
               felt not the Ground, or the Steps he set his Feet on; and before I had time to speak
               to him, he cries out to me, <hi rend="italic">O Master! O Master! O
                  Sorrow! O bad!</hi> What's the Matter, <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> says I; <hi rend="italic">O yonder,
                  there,</hi> says he, <hi rend="italic">one, two, three Canoe! one, two, three!</hi> By his way
               of speaking, I concluded there were six; but on enquiry, I
               found it was but three: Well, <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> says I, do not be frighted; so I
               heartned him up as well as I could: However, I saw the poor Fellow was most terribly
               scar'd; for nothing ran in his Head but that they were come to look for him, and
               would cut him in Pieces, and eat him; and the poor Fellow trembled so, that I scarce
               knew what to do with him: I comforted him as well as I could, and told him I was in
               as much Danger as he, and that they would eat me as well as him; <hi rend="italic">but,</hi> says
               I, <hi rend="italic">Friday, we must resolve to fight them; Can you fight,</hi> Friday? <hi rend="italic">Me
                  shoot,</hi> says he, <hi rend="italic">but there come many great Number.</hi> No matter for
               that, said I again, our Guns will fright them that we do not kill; so I ask'd him,
               Whether if I resolv'd to defend him, he would defend me, and stand by me, and do just
               as I bid him? He said, <hi rend="italic">Me die, when you bid die, Master</hi>; so I went and
               fetch'd a good Dram of Rum, and gave him; for I had been so good a Husband of my Rum, that I had a great deal left: When he had
               drank it, I made him take the two Fowling-Pieces, which we always carry'd, and load
               them with large Swan-Shot, as big as small Pistol <pb n="274"/> Bullets; then I took four Muskets, and loaded them
               with two Slugs, and five small Bullets each; and my two Pistols I loaded with a Brace
               of Bullets each; I hung my great Sword as usual, naked by my Side, and gave
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> his Hatchet.</p>
            <p>When I had thus prepar'd my self, I took my Perspective-Glass, and went up to the Side of the Hill, to see what I could discover;
               and I found quickly, by my Glass, that there were one and twenty Savages, three Prisoners, and three <hi rend="italic">Canoes</hi>; and that
               their whole Business seem'd to be the triumphant Banquet
               upon these three humane Bodies, (a barbarous Feast indeed) but nothing else more than
               as I had observ'd was usual with them.</p>
            <p>I observ'd also, that they were landed not where they had done, when <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi>
               made his Escape; but nearer to my Creek, where the Shore was low, and where a thick
               Wood came close almost down to the Sea: This, with the Abhorrence of the inhumane
               Errand these Wretches came about, fill'd me with such Indignation, that I came down
               again to <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> and told him, I was resolv'd to go down to them, and kill
               them all; and ask'd him, If he would stand by me? He was now gotten over his Fright,
               and his Spirits being a little rais'd, with the Dram I had given him, he was very
               chearful, and told me, as before, <hi rend="italic">he would die, when I bid die.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>In this Fit of Fury, I took first and divided the Arms which I had charg'd, as
               before, between us; I gave <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> one Pistol to stick in his Girdle, and
               three Guns upon his Shoulder; and I took one Pistol, and the
               other three my self; and in this Posture we march'd out: I
               took a small Bottle of Rum in my Pocket, and gave <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> a large Bag, with
               more Powder and Bullet; and as to Orders, I charg'd him to keep close behind me, and
               not to stir, or shoot, or do any Thing, till I bid him; and <pb n="275"/> in the mean Time, not to speak a Word: In this Posture
               I <ref target="compass_" corresp="compass">fetch'd a Compass to my Right-Hand, of
                  near a Mile</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="compass" target="compass_" type="gloss">He took a mile-long detour to the right-hand side
                  ("compass" here refers to a circuitous route, not a navigation tool)</note>, as
               well to get over the Creek, as to get into the Wood; so that I might come within
               shoot of them, before I should be discover'd, which I had seen by my Glass, it was
               easy to do.</p>
            <p>While I was making this March, my former Thoughts returning, I began to abate my
                  Resolution; I do not mean, that I entertain'd any Fear of
               their Number; for as they were naked, unarm'd Wretches, 'tis certain I was superior
               to them; nay, <ref target="though_" corresp="though">though</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="though" target="though_" type="gloss">Even
                  if</note> I had been alone; but it occurr'd to my Thoughts, What Call? What
               Occasion? much less, What Necessity I was in to go and dip my Hands in Blood, to
               attack People, who had neither done, or intended me any Wrong? Who as to me were
               innocent, and whose barbarous Customs were their own Disaster, being in them a Token
               indeed of God's having left them, with the other Nations of that Part of the World,
               to such Stupidity, and to such inhumane Courses; but did not call me to take upon me
               to be a Judge of their Actions, much less an Executioner of his Justice; that
               whenever he thought fit, he would take the Cause into his own Hands, and by national
               Vengeance punish them as a People, for national Crimes; but that in the mean time, it
               was none of my Business; that it was true, <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> might justify it, because
               he was a declar'd Enemy, and in a State of War with those very particular People; and
               it was lawful for him to attack them; but I could not say the same with respect to
               me: These Things were so warmly press'd upon my Thoughts, all the way as I went, that
               I resolv'd I would only go and place my self near them, that I might observe their
               barbarous Feast, and that I would act then as God should direct; but that unless something offer'd that was <pb n="276"/> more a Call to me than yet I knew of, I would not
               meddle with them.</p>
            <p>With this Resolution I enter'd the Wood, and with all possible Waryness and Silence,
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> following close at my Heels, I march'd
               till I came to the <ref target="skirt_" corresp="skirt">Skirt</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="skirt" target="skirt_" type="gloss">Edge</note> of the Wood, on the Side which was next to them; only that one Corner
               of the Wood lay between me and them; here I call'd softly to <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> and
               shewing him a great Tree, which was just at the Corner of the Wood, I <ref target="bade_" corresp="bade">bad</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="bade" target="bade_" type="gloss">Bade/bid</note> him go to the Tree, and
               bring me Word if he could see there plainly what they were doing; he did so, and came
               immediately back to me, and told me they might be plainly view'd there; that they
               were all about their Fire, eating the Flesh of one of their Prisoners; and that another lay bound upon the Sand, a little
               from them, which he said they would kill next, and which fir'd all the very Soul
               within me; he told me it was not one of their Nation; but one of the bearded Men, who
               he had told me of, that came to their Country in the Boat: I was fill'd with Horror
               at the very naming the white-bearded Man, and going to the Tree, I saw plainly by my
               Glass, a white Man who lay upon the Beach of the Sea, with his Hands and his Feet
               ty'd, with Flags, or Things like Rushes; and that he was an <hi rend="italic">European,</hi> and
               had Cloaths on.</p>
            <p>There was another Tree, and a little Thicket beyond it, about fifty Yards nearer to
               them than the Place where I was, which by going a little way about, I saw I might
               come at undiscover'd, and that then I should be within half Shot of them; so I
               with-held my Passion, though I was indeed enrag'd to the
               highest Degree, and going back about twenty Paces, I got behind some Bushes, which
               held all the way, till I came to the other Tree; and then I came to a little rising
               Ground, which gave me a <pb n="277"/> full View of them, at
               the Distance of about eighty Yards.</p>
            <p>I had now not a Moment to loose; for nineteen of the dreadful Wretches sat upon the
               Ground, all close huddled together, and had just sent the other two to butcher the
               poor <hi rend="italic">Christian,</hi> and bring him perhaps Limb by Limb to their Fire, and they
               were stoop'd down to untie the Bands, at his Feet; I turn'd to <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> now
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> said I, do as I bad thee; <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> said he would; then
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> says I, do exactly as you see me do, fail in nothing; so I set
               down one of the Muskets, and the Fowling-Piece, upon the Ground, and <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi>
               did the like by his; and with the other Musket, I took my aim at the Savages, bidding
               him do the like; then asking him, If he was ready? He said, yes, then fire at them,
               said I; and the same Moment I fir'd also.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> took his Aim so much better than I, that on the Side that he shot, he
               kill'd two of them, and wounded three more; and on my Side, I kill'd one, and wounded
               two: They were, you may be sure, in a dreadful Consternation; and all of them, who
               were not hurt, jump'd up upon their Feet, but did not immediately know which way to
               run, or which way to look; for they knew not from whence their Destruction came:
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> kept his Eyes close upon me, that as I had bid him, he might
               observe what I did; so as soon as the first Shot was made, I threw down the Piece,
               and took up the Fowling-Piece, and <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> did the like; he see me cock, and
                  <ref target="cock_" corresp="cock">present</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="cock" target="cock_" type="gloss">To
                  prepare a loaded gun for firing by raising the hammer (cocking) and aiming it
                  (presenting)</note>, he did the same again; Are you ready? <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> said
               I; yes, says he; let fly then, says I, in the Name of God, and with that I fir'd
               again among the amaz'd Wretches, and so did <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi>; and as our Pieces were
               now loaden with what I call'd Swan-Shot, or small Pistol Bullets, <pb n="278"/> we found only two drop; but so many
               were wounded, that they run about yelling, and skreaming,
               like mad Creatures, all bloody, and miserably wounded, most of them; whereof three
               more fell quickly after, though not quite dead.</p>
            <p>Now <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> says I, laying down the discharg'd Pieces, and taking up the
               Musket, which was yet loaden; follow me, says I, which he did, with a great deal of
               Courage; upon which I rush'd out of the Wood, and shew'd my self, and <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi>
               close at my Foot; as soon as I perceiv'd they saw me, I shouted as loud as I could,
               and bad <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> do so too; and running as fast as I could, <hi rend="italic">which by the
                  way, was not very fast, being loaden with Arms as I was,</hi> I made directly
               towards the poor Victim, who was, as I said, lying upon the Beach, or Shore, between
               the Place where they sat, and the Sea; the two Butchers who were just going to work
               with him, had left him, at the Suprize of our first Fire, and fled in a terrible
               Fright, to the Sea Side, and had jump'd into a <hi rend="italic">Canoe,</hi> and three more of the
               rest made the same way; I turn'd to <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> and bid him step forwards, and
               fire at them; he understood me immediately, and running
               about forty Yards, to be near them, he shot at them, and I thought he had kill'd them
               all; for I see them all fall of a Heap into the Boat; though I saw two of them up
               again quickly: However, he kill'd two of them, and wounded the third; so that he lay
               down in the Bottom of the Boat, as if he had been dead.</p>
            <p>While my Man <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> fir'd at them, I pull'd out my Knife, and cut the Flags
               that bound the poor Victim, and loosing his Hands, and Feets, I lifted him up, and
               ask'd him in the <hi rend="italic">Portuguese</hi> Tongue, What he was? He answer'd in Latin,
                  <hi rend="italic">Christianus</hi>; but was so weak, and faint, that he could scarce <pb n="279"/> stand, or speak; I took my Bottle out of my Pocket, and gave it him, making Signs that he should drink,
               which he did; and I gave him a Piece of Bread, which he eat; then I ask'd him, What
               Countryman he was? And he said, <hi rend="italic">Espagniole</hi>; and being a little recover'd,
               let me know by all the Signs he could possibly make, how much he was in my Debt for
               his Deliverance; <hi rend="italic">Seignior,</hi> said I, with as much <hi rend="italic">Spanish</hi> as I could
               make up, we will talk afterwards; but we must fight now; if you have any Strength
               left, take this Pistol, and Sword, and lay about you; he took them very thankfully,
               and no sooner had he the Arms in his Hands, but as if they had put new Vigour into
               him, he flew upon his Murtherers, like a Fury, and had cut two of them in Pieces, in
               an instant; for the Truth is, as the whole was a Surprize to them; so the poor
               Creatures were so much frighted with the Noise of our Pieces, that they fell down for
               meer Amazement, and Fear; and had no more Power to attempt their own Escape, than their Flesh had to resist our
               Shot; and that was the Case of those Five that <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> shot at in the Boat;
               for as three of them fell with the Hurt they receiv'd; so the other two fell with the Fright.</p>
            <p>I kept my Piece in my Hand still, without firing, being willing to keep my Charge
               ready; because I had given the <hi rend="italic">Spaniard</hi> my Pistol, and Sword; so I call'd to
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> and bad him run up to the Tree, from whence we first fir'd, and
               fetch the Arms which lay there, that had been discharg'd, which he did with great
               Swiftness; and then giving him my Musket, I sat down my self to load all the rest
               again, and bad them come to me when they wanted: While I was
               loading these Pieces, there happen'd a fierce Engagement
               between the <hi rend="italic">Spaniard,</hi> and one of the Savages, who made at him with one of
                  <pb n="280"/> their great wooden Swords, the same Weapon
               that was to have kill'd him before, if I had not prevented
               it: The <hi rend="italic">Spaniard,</hi> who was as bold, and as brave as could be imagin'd, though
               weak, had fought this <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> a good while, and had cut him two great Wounds
               on his Head; but the Savage being a stout lusty Fellow, closing in with him, had
               thrown him down (being faint) and was wringing my Sword out of his Hand, when the
                  <hi rend="italic">Spaniard,</hi> tho' undermost wisely quitting the Sword, drew the Pistol from
               his Girdle, shot the Savage through the Body, and kill'd him upon the Spot; before I,
               who was running to help him, could come near him.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> being now left to his Liberty, pursu'd the flying Wretches with no
               Weapon in his Hand, but his Hatchet; and with that he dispatch'd those three, who, as
               I said before, were wounded at first and fallen, and all the rest he could come up
               with, and the <hi rend="italic">Spaniard</hi> coming to me for a Gun, I gave him one of the
               Fowling-Pieces, with which he pursu'd two of the Savages, and wounded them both; but
               as he was not able to run, they both got from him into the Wood, where
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> pursu'd them, and kill'd one of them; but the other was too nimble
               for him, and though he was wounded, yet had plunged himself into the Sea, and swam
               with all his might off to those two who were left in the <hi rend="italic">Canoe,</hi> which three
               in the <hi rend="italic">Canoe,</hi> with one wounded, who we know not
               whether he dy'd or no, were all that escap'd our Hands of one and twenty: The Account
               of the Rest is as follows;</p> 
            <p>
                            <lg type="list">
                  <l>3 Kill'd at our first Shot from the Tree.</l>
                  <l>2 Kill'd at the next Shot.</l>
                  <l>2 Kill'd by <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> in the Boat.</l>
                  <l>2 Kill'd by <hi rend="italic">Ditto,</hi> of those at first wounded.</l>
                  <l>1 Kill'd by <hi rend="italic">Ditto,</hi> in the Wood.</l>
                 
                  <pb n="281"/> <l>3 Kill'd by the <hi rend="italic">Spaniard.</hi>
                                </l>
                  
                  <l>4 Kill'd, being found dropp'd here and there of their Wounds, or kill'd by
                        <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> in his Chase of them.</l>
                  <l>4 Escap'd in the Boat, whereof one wounded if not dead.</l>
                  <l>21 In all.</l>
               </lg>
            </p>
            <p>Those that were in the <hi rend="italic">Canoe,</hi> work'd hard to get out of Gun-Shot; and though
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> made two or three Shot at them, I did not find that he hit any of
               them: <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> would fain have had me took one of their <hi rend="italic">Canoes,</hi> and
               pursu'd them; and indeed I was very anxious about their Escape, least carrying the News home to their People, they should come back
               perhaps with two or three hundred of their <hi rend="italic">Canoes,</hi> and devour us by meer
               Multitude; so I consented to pursue them by Sea, and running to one of their
                  <hi rend="italic">Canoes,</hi> I jump'd in, and bad <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> follow me; but when I was in
               the <hi rend="italic">Canoe,</hi> I was surpriz'd to find another poor Creature lye there alive, bound Hand and Foot, as the <hi rend="italic">Spaniard</hi> was, for
               the Slaughter, and almost dead with Fear, not knowing what the Matter was; for he had
               not been able to look up over the Side of the Boat, he was ty'd so hard, Neck and
               Heels, and had been ty'd so long, that he had really but little Life in him.</p>
            <p>I immediately cut the twisted Flags, or Rushes, which they had bound him with, and
               would have helped him up; but he could not stand, or speak, but groan'd most
               piteously, believing it seems still that he was only unbound in order to be
               kill'd.</p>
            <p>When <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> came to him, I bad him speak to him, and tell him of his
               Deliverance, and pulling out my Bottle, made him give the poor Wretch a <pb n="282"/> Dram, which, with the News of his being deliver'd, reviv'd him, and he sat up in the Boat; but when
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> came to hear him speak, and look in his Face, it would have mov'd
               any one to Tears, to have seen how <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> kiss'd him, embrac'd him, hugg'd
               him, cry'd, laugh'd, hollow'd, jump'd about, danc'd, sung,
               then cry'd again, wrung his Hands, beat his own Face, and Head, and then sung, and
               jump'd about again, like a distracted Creature: It was a good while before I could
               make him speak to me, or tell me what was the Matter; but
               when he came a little to himself, he told me, that it was his Father.</p>
            <p>It is not easy for me to express how it mov'd me to see what Extasy and filial
               Affection had work'd in this poor <hi rend="italic">Savage,</hi> at the Sight of his Father, and of his being deliver'd from Death; nor indeed can
               I describe half the Extravagancies of his Affection after this; for he went into the
               Boat and out of the Boat a great many times: When he went in to him, he would sit
               down by him, open his Breast, and hold his Father's Head close to his Bosom, half an
               Hour together, to nourish it; then he took his Arms and
               Ankles, which were numb'd and stiff with the Binding, and chaffed and rubbed them
               with his Hands; and I perceiving what the Case was, gave him
               some Rum out of my Bottle, to rub them with, which did them a great deal of Good.</p>
            <p>This Action put an End to our Pursuit of the Canoe, with the other <hi rend="italic">Savages,</hi>
               who were now gotten almost out of Sight; and it was happy for us that we did not; for
               it blew so hard within two Hours after, and before they could be gotten a Quarter of
               their Way, and continued blowing so hard all Night, and that from the
                  <hi rend="italic">North-west,</hi> which was against them, that I could not suppose <pb n="283"/> their Boat could live, or that they ever reach'd to
               their own Coast.</p>
            <p>But to return to <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> he was so busy about his Father, that I could not
               find in my Heart to take him off for some time: But after I thought he could leave
               him a little, I call'd him to me, and he came jumping and laughing, and pleas'd to
               the highest Extream; then I ask'd him, If he had given his Father any Bread? He shook
               his Head, and said, <hi rend="italic">None: <ref target="uglydog_" corresp="uglydog">Ugly
                     Dog</ref>
                                <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="uglydog" target="uglydog_" type="gloss">As tempting as it is to read this as Friday
                     insulting the Spaniard, he is actually referring (rather alarmingly) to
                     himself!</note> eat all up self;</hi> so I gave him a Cake of Bread out of a
               little Pouch I carry'd on Purpose; I also gave him a Dram for himself, but he would
               not taste it, but carry'd it to his Father: I had in my
               Pocket also two or three Bunches of my Raisins, so I gave
               him a Handful of them for his Father. He had no sooner given his Father these Raisins, but I saw him come out of the Boat, and
               run away, as if he had been bewitch'd, he run at such a Rate; for he was the swiftest
                  Fellow of his Foot that ever I saw; I say, he run at such
               a Rate, that he was out of Sight, as it were, in an instant; and though I call'd, and
               hollow'd too, after him, it was all one, away he went, and in a Quarter of an Hour, I
               saw him come back again, though not so fast as he went; and
               as he came nearer, I found his Pace was slacker, because he had something in his
               Hand.</p>
            <p>When he came up to me, I found he had been quite Home for an Earthen Jugg or Pot to
               bring his Father some fresh Water, and that he had got two more Cakes, or Loaves of
               Bread: The Bread he gave me, but the Water he carry'd to his Father: However, as I
               was very thirsty too, I took a little Sup of it. This Water
               reviv'd his Father more than all the Rum or Spirits I had given him; for he was just
               fainting with Thirst.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="284"/>When his Father had drank, I call'd to him to
               know if there was any Water left; he said, yes; and I bad him give it to the poor
                  <hi rend="italic">Spaniard,</hi> who was in as much Want of it as his Father; and I sent one of
               the Cakes, that <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> brought, to the <hi rend="italic">Spaniard</hi> too, who was indeed
               very weak, and was reposing himself upon a green Place under the Shade of a Tree; and
               whose Limbs were also very stiff, and very much swell'd with the rude Bandage he had
               been ty'd with. When I saw that upon <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi>'s
               coming to him with the Water, he sat up and drank, and took the Bread, and began to
               eat, I went to him, and gave him a Handful of Raisins; he look'd up in my Face with
               all the Tokens of Gratitude and Thankfulness, that could appear in any Countenance;
               but was so weak, notwithstanding he had so exerted himsef in
               the Fight, that he could not stand up upon his Feet; he try'd to do it two or three
               times, but was really not able, his Ankles were so swell'd and so painful to him; so
               I bad him sit still, and caused <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> to rub his Ankles, and bathe them
               with Rum, as he had done his Father's.</p>
            <p>I observ'd the poor affectionate Creature every two Minutes, or perhaps less, all the
               while he was here, turn'd his Head about, to see if his Father was in the same Place, and Posture, as he left him sitting; and at last he
               found he was not to be seen; at which he started up, and without speaking a Word,
               flew with that Swiftness to him, that one could scarce perceive his Feet to touch the
               Ground, as he went: But when he came, he only found he had laid himself down to ease
               his Limbs; so <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> came back to me presently, and I then spoke to the
                  <hi rend="italic">Spaniard</hi> to let <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> help him up if he could, and lead him to
               the Boat, and then he should carry him to our Dwelling, where <pb n="285"/> I would take Care of him: But <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> a lusty
               strong Fellow, took the <hi rend="italic">Sqaniard</hi> quite up upon his Back, and carry'd him
               away to the Boat, and set him down softly upon the Side or Gunnel of the Canoe, with
               his Feet in the inside of it, and then lifted him quite in, and set him close to his
                  Father, and presently stepping out again, launched the
               Boat off, and paddled it along the Shore faster than I could
               walk, tho' the Wind blew pretty hard too; so he brought them
               both safe into our Creek; and leaving them in the Boat, runs away to fetch the other
               Canoe. As he pass'd me, I spoke to him, and ask'd him, whither he went, he told me,
                  <hi rend="italic">Go fetch more Boat</hi>; so away he went like the Wind; for sure never Man or
               Horse run like him, and he had the other Canoe in the Creek, almost as soon as I got
               to it by Land; so he wafted me over, and then went to help
               our new Guests out of the Boat, which he did; but they were neither of them able to
               walk; so that poor <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> knew not what to do.</p>
            <p>To remedy this, I went to Work in my Thought, and calling to <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> to bid
               them sit down on the Bank while he came to me, I soon made a Kind of Hand-Barrow to
               lay them on, and <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> and I carry'd them up both together upon it between
               us: But when we got them to the outside of our Wall or Fortification, we were at a
               worse Loss than before; for it was impossible to get them
               over; and I was resolv'd not to break it down: So I set to Work again; and
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> and I, in about 2 Hours time, made a very handsom Tent, cover'd
               with old Sails, and above that with Boughs of Trees, being in the Space without our
               outward Fence, and between that and the Grove of young Wood which I had planted: And
               here we made them two Beds of such things as I had <hi rend="italic">(viz.)</hi> of good
               Rice-Straw, <pb n="286"/> with Blankets laid upon it to lye
               on, and another to cover them on each Bed.</p>
            <p>My Island was now peopled, and I thought my self very rich in Subjects; and it was a
               merry Reflection which I frequently made, How like a King I
               look'd. First of all, the whole Country was my own meer Property; so that I had an
               undoubted Right of Dominion. 2<hi rend="italic">dly,</hi> My People were perfectly subjected: I was absolute Lord and Lawgiver; they
               all owed their Lives to me, and were ready to lay down their Lives, <hi rend="italic">if there had
                  been Occasion of it,</hi> for me. It was remarkable too,
               we had but three Subjects, and they were of three different Religions. My Man
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> was a Protestant, his Father was a <hi rend="italic">Pagan</hi> and a
                  <hi rend="italic">Cannibal,</hi> and the <hi rend="italic">Spaniard</hi> was a Papist: However, I allow'd
               Liberty of Conscience throughout my Dominions: But this is
                  <ref target="bytheway_" corresp="bytheway">by the Way</ref>. <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="bytheway" target="bytheway_" type="gloss">Of little consequence; extraneous information</note>
            </p>
            <p>As soon as I had secur'd my two weak rescued Prisoners, and given them Shelter, and a
               Place to rest them upon, I began to think of making some Provision for them: And the
               first thing I did, I order'd <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> to take a <ref target="yearling_" corresp="yearling">yearling</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="yearling" target="yearling_" type="gloss">Adolescent (~2 years)</note>
               Goat, betwixt a Kid and a Goat, out of my particular Flock, to be kill'd, when I cut
               off the hinder Quarter, and chopping it into small Pieces, I set <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> to
               Work to boiling and stewing, and made them a very good Dish, I assure you, of Flesh
               and Broth, having put some Barley and Rice also into the
               Broth; and as I cook'd it <ref target="outdoors_" corresp="outdoors">without</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="outdoors" target="outdoors_" type="gloss">Out of</note> Doors, for I made no Fire within my
               inner Wall, so I carry'd it all into the new Tent; and having set a Table there for
               them, I sat down and eat my own Dinner also with them, and,
               as well as I could, chear'd them and encourag'd them; <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> being my
                  Interpreter, especially to his Father, and indeed to the
                  <pb n="287"/>
               <hi rend="italic">Spaniard</hi> too; for the <hi rend="italic">Spaniard</hi> spoke the Language of the
                  <hi rend="italic">Savages</hi> pretty well.</p>
            <p>After we had dined, or rather supped, I order'd <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> to take one of the
               Canoes, and go and fetch our Muskets and other Fire-Arms, which for Want of time we
               had left upon the Place of Battle, and the next Day I order'd him to go and bury the
               dead Bodies of the Savages, which lay open to the Sun, and would presently be
               offensive; and I also order'd him to bury the horrid Remains of their barbarous
               Feast, which I knew were <ref target="prettymuch_" corresp="prettymuch">pretty much</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="prettymuch" target="prettymuch_" type="gloss">Copious</note>, and which I
               could not think of doing my self; nay, I could not bear to see them, if I went that
               Way: All which he punctually performed, and <ref target="deface_" corresp="deface">defaced</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="deface" target="deface_" type="gloss">Removed all traces of</note> the very Appearance of
               the <hi rend="italic">Savages</hi> being there; so that when I went again, I could scarce know
               where it was, otherwise than by the Corner of the Wood pointing to the Place.</p>
            <p>I then began to enter into a little Conversation with my two new Subjects; and first
               I set <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> to enquire of his Father, what he thought of the Escape of the
                  <hi rend="italic">Savages</hi> in that Canoe, and whether we might expect a Return of them with
               a Power too great for us to resist: His first Opinion was, that the Savages in the
               Boat never could live out the Storm which blew that Night they went off, but must of
                  Necessity be drowned or driven <hi rend="italic">South</hi> to those
               other Shores where they were as sure to be devoured as they were to be drowned if
               they were cast away; but as to what they would do if they came safe on Shore, he said
               he knew not; but it was his Opinion that they were so dreadfully frighted with the
               Manner of their being attack'd, the Noise and the Fire, that he believed they would
               tell their People, they were all kill'd by Thunder and Lightning, not by the Hand of
               Man, and that the two which appear'd, <hi rend="italic">(viz.) Friday</hi>
               and me, were two Heavenly <pb n="288"/> Spirits or Furies,
               come down to destroy them, and not Men with Weapons: This he said he knew, because he
               heard them all cry out so in their Language to one another,
               for it was impossible to them to conceive that a Man could dart Fire, and speak
               Thunder, and kill at a Distance without lifting up the Hand, as was done now: And
               this old Savage was in the right; for, as I understood since by other Hands, the
               Savages never attempted to go over to the Island afterwards;
               they were so terrified with the Accounts given by those four Men, (for it seems they
               did escape the Sea) that they believ'd whoever went to that enchanted Island would be
               destroy'd with Fire from the Gods.</p>
            <p>This however I knew not, and therefore was under continual
               Apprehensions for a good while, and kept always upon my Guard, me and all my Army;
               for as we were now four of us, I would have ventur'd upon a
               hundred of them fairly in the open Field at any Time.</p>
            <head> <ref target="Audio19_" corresp="Audio19">[Audio File]</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Audio19" target="Audio19_">
                                <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/defoe-crusoe/soundFiles/robinsoncrusoe_19_defoe_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Mark F. Smith</note>
                        </head>
            <p>In a little Time, however, no more Canoes appearing, the
               Fear of their Coming wore off, and I began to take my former Thoughts of a Voyage to
               the Main into Consideration, being likewise assur'd by
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi>'s Father, that I might depend upon good Usage from their Nation on
               his Account, if I would go.</p>
            <p>But my Thoughts were a little suspended, when I had a serious Discourse with the
                  <hi rend="italic">Spaniard,</hi> and when I understood that there were sixteen more of his
               Countrymen and <hi rend="italic">Portuguese,</hi> which is near that Number, who having been cast
               away, and made their Escape to that Side, liv'd there at Peace indeed with the Savages, but were very sore put to it for
               Necessaries, and indeed for Life: I ask'd him all the Particulars of their Voyage,
               and found they were a <hi rend="italic">Spanish</hi> Ship bound from the <hi rend="italic">Rio de la Plata</hi>
               <pb n="289"/> to the <hi rend="italic">Havana,</hi> being directed to
               leave their Loading there, which was chiefly Hides and
               Silver, and to bring back what <hi rend="italic">European</hi> Goods they could meet with there;
               that they had five <hi rend="italic">Portuguese</hi> Seamen on Board, who
               they took out of another Wreck; that five of their own Men were drowned when the
               first Ship was lost, and that these escaped thro' infinite Dangers and Hazards, and
               arriv'd almost starv'd on the <hi rend="italic">Cannibal</hi> Coast, where
               they expected to have been devour'd every Moment.</p>
            <p>He told me, they had some Arms with them, but they were perfectly useless, for that
               they had neither Powder or Ball, the Washing of the Sea having spoil'd all their Powder but a little, which they used at their first Landing
               to provide themselves some Food.</p>
            <p>I ask'd him what he thought would become of them there, and if they had form'd no
               Design of making any Escape? He said, They had many Consultations about it, but that
               having neither Vessel, or Tools to build one, or Provisions of any kind, their
               Councils always ended in Tears and Despair.</p>
            <p>I ask'd him how he thought they would receive a Proposal from me, which might tend
               towards an Escape? And whether, if they were all here, it
               might not be done? I told him with Freedom, I fear'd mostly their Treachery and ill
               Usage of me, if I put my Life in their Hands; for that Gratitude was no inherent
               Virtue in the Nature of Man; nor did Men always square their Dealings by the Obligations they had receiv'd, so much as they did by the
               Advantages they expected. I told him it would be very hard, that I should be the
               Instrument of their Deliverance, and that they should afterwards make me their Prisoner in <ref target="newspain_" corresp="newspain">New
                  Spain,</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="newspain" target="newspain_" type="gloss">Spain's New World land holdings, spanning
                  modern-day Mexico, the southwestern United States, and northern regions of South
                  America</note> where an <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Man was certain to be made a Sacrifice, <pb n="290"/> what
               Necessity, or what Accident soever, brought him thither: And that I had rather be
                  deliver'd up to the <hi rend="italic">Savages,</hi> and be devour'd
               alive, than fall into the merciless Claws of the Priests, and be carry'd into the
                  <hi rend="italic">Inquisition.</hi> I added, That otherwise I was
               perswaded, if they were all here, we might, with so many Hands, build a Bark large
               enough to carry us all away, either to the <hi rend="italic">Brasils</hi> South-ward, or to the
                  <ref target="caribbean2_" corresp="caribbean2">Islands</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="caribbean2" target="caribbean2_" type="gloss">Caribbean</note> or <hi rend="italic">Spanish</hi> Coast North-ward: But that if in
               Requital they should, when I had put Weapons into their Hands, carry me by Force
               among their own People, I might be ill used for my Kindness to them, and make my Case
               worse than it was before.</p>
            <p>He answer'd with a great deal of Candor and Ingenuity, That their Condition was so
                  miserable, and they were so sensible of it, that he believed they would abhor the Thought of using any Man
               unkindly that should contribute to their Deliverance; and
               that, if I pleased, he would go to them with the old Man, and discourse with them
               about it, and return again, and bring me their Answer: That
               he would make Conditions with them upon their solemn Oath, That they should be absolutely under my Leading, as their Commander and Captain;
               and that they should swear upon the Holy Sacraments and the Gospel, to be true to me,
               and to go to such Christian Country, as that I should agree to, and no other; and to
               be directed wholly and absolutely to my Orders, 'till they were landed safely in such
               Country, as I intended; and that he would bring a Contract
               from them under their Hands for that Purpose.</p>
            <p>Then he told me, he would first swear to me himself, That he would never stir from me
               as long as he liv'd, 'till I gave him Orders; and that he would take my Side to the
               last Drop of his Blood, <pb n="291"/> if there should
               happen the least Breach of Faith among his Country-men.</p>
            <p>He told me, they were all of them very civil honest Men, and they were under the
               greatest Distress imaginable, having neither Weapons or
               Cloaths, nor any Food, but at the Mercy and Discretion of the <hi rend="italic">Savages</hi>; out
               of all Hopes of ever returning to their own Country; and that he was sure, if I would
               undertake their Relief, they would live and die by me.</p>
            <p>Upon these Assurances, I resolv'd to venture to relieve them, if possible, and to
               send the old <hi rend="italic">Savage</hi> and this <hi rend="italic">Spaniard</hi> over to them to treat: But
               when we had gotten all things in a Readiness to go, the <hi rend="italic">Spaniard</hi> himself
               started an Objection, which had so much Prudence in it on one hand, and so much
               Sincerity on the other hand, that I could not but be very well satisfy'd in it; and
               by his Advice, put off the Deliverance of his Comerades, for at least half a Year.
               The Case was thus:</p>
            <p>He had been with us now about a Month; during which time, I
               had let him see in what Manner I had provided, with the
               Assistance of Providence, for my Support; and he saw
               evidently what Stock of Corn and Rice I had laid up; which as it was more than
               sufficient for my self, so it was not sufficient, at least without good Husbandry,
               for my Family; now it was encreas'd to Number four: But much
               less would it be sufficient, if his Country-men, who were, as he said, fourteen still
               alive, should come over. And least of all should it be sufficient to victual our
               Vessel, if we should build one, for a Voyage to any of the Christian Colonies of <hi rend="italic">America.</hi> So he told me, he
               thought it would be more advisable, to let him and the two other, dig and cultivate
               some more Land, as much as I could spare Seed to sow; and that we <pb n="292"/> should wait another Harvest, that we might have a
               Supply of Corn for his Country-men when they should come; for Want might be a
               Temptation to them to disagree, or not to think themselves delivered, otherwise than out of one Difficulty into another.
               You know, says he, the Children of <hi rend="italic">Israel,</hi> though
               they rejoyc'd at first for their being deliver'd out of <hi rend="italic">Egypt,</hi> yet rebell'd
               even against God himself that deliver'd them, <ref target="exodus_" corresp="exodus">when they came to want Bread in the Wilderness</ref>. <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="exodus" target="exodus_" type="gloss">Exodus 16:3</note>
            </p>
            <p>His Caution was so seasonable, and his Advice so good, that I could not but be very
               well pleased with his Proposal, as well as I was satisfy'd with his Fidelity. So we
               fell to digging all four of us, as well as the Wooden Tools we were furnish'd with
               permitted; and in about a Month's time, by the End of which it was Seed time, we had
                  gotten as much Land cur'd and trim'd up, as we sowed 22 Bushels of Barley on, and 16 Jarrs of Rice, which was
               in short all the Seed we had to spare; nor indeed did we leave our selves Barley
                  sufficient for our own Food, for the six Months that we
               had to expect our Crop, that is to say, reckoning from the time we set our Seed aside
               for sowing; for it is not to be supposed it is six Months in the Ground in the
               Country.</p>
            <p>Having now Society enough, and our Number being sufficient to put us out of Fear of
               the <hi rend="italic">Savages,</hi> if they had come, unless their Number
               had been very great, we went freely all over the Island, where-ever we found
               Occasion; and as here we had our Escape or Deliverance upon our Thoughts, it was
               impossible, <hi rend="italic">at least for me,</hi> to have the Means of it out of mine; to this
               Purpose, I mark'd out several Trees which I thought fit for our Work, and I set
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> and his Father to cutting them down; and
               then I caused the <hi rend="italic">Spaniard,</hi>
               <pb n="293"/> to whom I imparted my Thought on that Affair,
               to oversee and direct their Work. I shewed them with what indefatigable Pains I had
               hewed a large Tree into single Planks, and I caused them to do the like, till they
               had made about a Dozen large Planks of good Oak, near 2 Foot broad, 35 Foot long, and
               from 2 Inches to 4 Inches thick: What prodigious Labour it took up, any one may imagine.</p>
            <p>At the same time I contriv'd to encrease my little Flock of
               tame Goats as much as I could; and to this Purpose, I made <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> and the
                  <hi rend="italic">Spaniard</hi> go out one Day, and my self with <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> the next Day;
               for we took our Turns: And by this Means we got above 20 young Kids to breed up with
               the rest; for when-ever we shot the Dam, we saved the Kids, and added them to our
               Flock: But above all, the Season for curing the Grapes coming on, I caused such a prodigious Quantity to be hung up in
               the Sun, that I believe, had we been at <ref target="alicant_" corresp="alicant">Alicant,</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="alicant" target="alicant_" type="gloss">A Spanish port city on the Costa Blanca</note>
               where the Raisins of the Sun are cur'd, we could have fill'd 60 or 80 Barrels; and
               these with our Bread was a great Part of our Food, and very good living too, I assure
               you; for it is an exceeding nourishing Food.</p>
            <p>It was now Harvest, and our Crop in good Order; it was not
               the most plentiful Encrease I had seen in the Island, but however it was enough to
               answer our End; for from our 22 Bushels of Barley, we
               brought in and thrashed out above 220 Bushels; and the like in Proportion of the
               Rice, which was Store enough for our Food to the next Harvest, tho' all the 16
                  <hi rend="italic">Spaniards</hi> had been on Shore with me; or if we had been ready for a
               Voyage, it would very plentifully have victualled our Ship, to have carry'd us to any
               Part of the World, that is to say, of <hi rend="italic">America.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>
               <pb n="294"/>When we had thus hous'd and secur'd our Magazine of Corn, we fell to Work to make more Wicker Work,
                  <hi rend="italic">(viz.)</hi> great Baskets in which we kept it; and the <hi rend="italic">Spaniard</hi> was
               very handy and dexterous at this Part, and often blam'd me
               that I did not make some things, for Defence, of this Kind of Work; but I saw no Need
               of it.</p>
            <p>And now having a full Supply of Food for all the Guests I expected, I gave the
                  <hi rend="italic">Spaniard</hi> Leave to go over to the <hi rend="italic">Main,</hi> to see what he could do
               with those he had left behind him there. I gave him a strict Charge in Writing, Not
               to bring any Man with him, who would not first swear in the Presence of himself and
               of the old <hi rend="italic">Savage,</hi> That he would no way injure, fight with, or attack the
               Person he should find in the Island, who was so kind to send for them in order to
               their Deliverance; but that they would stand by and defend
               him against all such Attempts, and where-ever they went, would be entirely under and
               subjected to his Commands; and that this should be put in Writing, and signed with
               their Hands: How we were to have this done, when I knew they had neither Pen or Ink; that indeed was a Question which we never
               asked.</p>
            <p>Under these Instructions, the <hi rend="italic">Spaniard,</hi> and the old <hi rend="italic">Savage</hi> the
               Father of <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> went away in one of the Canoes, which they might be said
               to come in, or rather were brought in, when they came as Prisoners to be devour'd by
               the <hi rend="italic">Savages.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>I gave each of them a Musket with a Firelock on it, and about eight Charges of Powder
               and Ball, charging them to be very good <ref target="steward_" corresp="steward">Husbands</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="steward" target="steward_">Stewards; caretakers. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                            </note>
               of both, and not to use either of them but upon urgent
               Occasion.</p>
            <p>This was a chearful Work, being the first Measures used by
               me in View of my Deliverance for <pb n="295"/> now 27 Years
               and some Days. I gave them Provisions of Bread, and of dry'd
               Grapes, sufficient for themselves for many Days, and sufficient for all their
               Country-men for about eight Days time; and wishing them a good Voyage, I see them go,
               agreeing with them about a Signal they should hang out at their Return, by which I
               should know them again, when they came back, at a Distance, before they came on
               Shore.</p>
            <p>They went away with a fair Gale on the Day that the Moon was at Full by my Account,
               in the Month of <hi rend="italic">October:</hi> But as for an exact Reckoning of Days, after I had
               once lost it, I could never recover it again; nor had I kept even the Number of Years
               so punctually, as to be sure that I was right, tho' as it prov'd, when I afterwards
               examin'd my Account, I found I had kept a true Reckoning of
               Years.</p>
            <p>It was no less than eight Days I had waited for them, when a strange and unforeseen
               Accident interveen'd, of which the like has not perhaps been
               heard of in History: I was fast asleep in my Hutch one Morning, when my Man
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> came running in to me, and call'd aloud, Master, Master, they are
               come, they are come.</p>
            <p>I jump'd up, and regardless of Danger, I went out, as soon as I could get my Cloaths
               on, thro' my little Grove, which by the Way was by this time grown to be a very thick
               Wood; I say, regardless of Danger, I went without my Arms,
               which was not my Custom to do: But I was surpriz'd, when
               turning my Eyes to the Sea, I presently saw a Boat at about
               a League and half's Distance, standing in for the Shore,
               with a <hi rend="italic">Shoulder of Mutton Sail,</hi> as they call it; and the Wind blowing pretty fair to bring them in; also I observ'd presently,
               that they did not come from that Side which the Shore lay on, but from the Southermost <pb n="296"/> End of the
               Island: Upon this I call'd <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> in, and bid him lie close, for these were
               not the People we look'd for, and that we might not know yet whether they were
               Friends or Enemies.</p>
            <p>In the next Place, I went in to fetch my Perspective Glass,
               to see what I could make of them; and having taken the Ladder out, I climb'd up to
               the Top of the Hill, as I used to do when I was apprehensive of any thing, and to
               take my View the plainer without being discover'd.</p>
            <p>I had scarce set my Foot on the Hill, when my Eye plainly discover'd a Ship lying at
               an Anchor, at about two Leagues and an half's Distance from me South-south-east, but
               not above a League and an half from the Shore. By my Observation it appear'd plainly to be an <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Ship, and the Boat
               appear'd to be an <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Long-Boat.</p>
            <p>I cannot express the Confusion I was in, tho' the Joy of seeing a Ship, and one who I
               had Reason to believe was Mann'd by my own Country-men, and consequently Friends, was
               such as I cannot describe; but yet I had some secret Doubts
               hung about me, I cannot tell from whence they came, bidding
               me keep upon my Guard. In the first Place, it occurr'd to me to consider what
               Business an <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Ship could have in that Part of the World, since it was
               not the Way to or from any Part of the World, where the <hi rend="italic">English</hi> had any
                  Traffick; and I knew there had been no Storms to drive
               them in there, as in Distress; and that if they were <hi rend="italic">English</hi> really, it was
               most probable that they were here upon no good Design; and that I had better continue
               as I was, than fall into the Hands of Thieves and Murtherers.</p>
            <p>Let no Man despise the secret Hints and Notices of Danger,
               which sometimes are given him, when he may think there is no Possibility of its being <pb n="297"/> real. That such
               Hints and Notices are given us, I believe few that have made
               any Observations of things, can deny; that they are certain
                  Discoveries of an invisible World, and a Converse of
               Spirits, we cannot doubt; and if the Tendency of them seems to be to warn us of
               Danger, why should we not suppose they are from some friendly Agent, whether supreme,
               or inferior, and subordinate, is not the Question; and that
               they are given for our Good?</p>
            <p>The present Question abundantly confirms me in the Justice of this Reasoning; for had
               I not been made cautious by this secret Admonition, come it from whence it will, I
               had been undone inevitably, and in a far worse Condition
               than before, as you will see presently.</p>
            <p>I had not kept my self long in this Posture, but I saw the Boat draw near the Shore,
               as if they look'd for a Creek to thrust in at for the Convenience of Landing; however, as they did not come quite far enough, they did not see
               the little Inlet where I formerly landed my Rafts; but run their Boat on Shore upon
               the Beach, at about half a Mile from me, which was very happy for me; for otherwise
               they would have landed just as I may say at my Door, and would soon have beaten me
               out of my Castle, and perhaps have plunder'd me of all I had.</p>
            <p>When they were on Shore, I was fully satisfy'd that they were <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Men;
               at least, most of them; one or two I thought were <hi rend="italic">Dutch</hi>; but it did not
               prove so: There were in all eleven Men, whereof three of them I found were unarm'd,
               and as I thought, bound; and when the first four or five of them were jump'd on
               Shore, they took those three out of the Boat as Prisoners: One of the three I could
               perceive using the most passionate Gestures of <pb n="298" facs="tcp:0653600100:304"/> Entreaty, Affliction and Despair, even to a kind of Extravagance; the other two I
               could perceive lifted up their Hands sometimes, and appear'd concern'd indeed, but not to such a Degree as the first.</p>
            <p>I was perfectly confounded at the Sight, and knew not what the Meaning of it should
               be. <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> call'd out to me in <hi rend="italic">English,</hi> as
               well as he could, <hi rend="italic">O</hi> Master! <hi rend="italic">You see</hi> English <hi rend="italic">Mans eat Prisoner
                  as well as</hi> Savage <hi rend="italic">Mans.</hi> Why, says I, <hi rend="italic">Friday, Do you think they
                  are a going to eat them then? Yes,</hi> says Friday,
                  <hi rend="italic">They will eat them: No, no,</hi> says I, Friday, <hi rend="italic">I am afraid they will
                  murther them indeed, but you may be sure they will not eat them.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>All this while I had no thought of what the Matter really was; but stood trembling
               with the Horror of the Sight, expecting every Moment when the three Prisoners should
               be kill'd; nay, once I saw one of the Villains lift up his Arm with a great Cutlash, as the Seamen call it, or Sword, to strike one of the
               poor Men; and I expected to see him fall every Moment, at
               which all the Blood in my Body seem'd to run chill in my Veins.</p>
            <p>I wish'd heartily now for my <hi rend="italic">Spaniard,</hi> and the <hi rend="italic">Savage</hi> that was gone
               with him; or that I had any way to have come undiscover'd
               within shot of them, that I might have rescu'd the three Men; for I saw no Fire Arms
               they had among them; but it fell out to my Mind another way.</p>
            <p>After I had observ'd the outragious Usage of the three Men, by the insolent Seamen, I
               observ'd the Fellows run scattering about the Land, as if they wanted to see the
               Country: I observ'd that the three other Men had Liberty to go also where they
               pleas'd; but they sat down all three upon the Ground, very pensive, and look'd like
               Men in Despair.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="299"/>This put me in Mind of the first Time when I
               came on Shore, and began to look about me; How I gave my self over for lost: How
               wildly I look'd round me: What dreadful Apprehensions I had: And how I lodg'd in the
               Tree all Night for fear of being devour'd by wild Beasts.</p>
            <p>As I knew nothing that Night of the Supply I was to receive by the providential
               Driving of the Ship nearer the Land, by the Storms and Tide, by which I have since
               been so long nourish'd and supported; so these three poor
               desolate Men knew nothing how certain of Deliverance and
               Supply they were, how near it was to them, and how effectually and really they were in a Condition of Safety, at the same Time that they
               thought themselves lost, and their Case desperate.</p>
            <p>So little do we see before us in the World, and so much reason have we to depend
               chearfully upon the great Maker of the World, that he does not leave his Creatures so
               absolutely destitute, but that in the worst Circumstances they have always something to be thankful for, and sometimes are nearer their
               Deliverance than they imagine; nay, are even brought to their Deliverance by the
               Means by which they seem to be brought to their Destruction.</p>
            <p>It was just at the Top of High-Water when these People came on Shore, and while
               partly they stood parlying with the Prisoners they brought, and partly while they rambled about to see what kind of a Place they
               were in; they had carelesly staid till the Tide was spent, and the Water was ebb'd
                  considerably away, leaving their Boat a-ground.</p>
            <p>They had left two Men in the Boat, who as I found afterwards, having drank a little
               too much Brandy, fell a-sleep; however, one of them waking sooner than the other, and
               finding the Boat too fast <pb n="300"/> a-ground for him to
               stir it, hollow'd for the rest who were straggling about, upon which they all soon
               came to the Boat; but it was past all their Strength to launch her, the Boat being
               very heavy, and the Shore on that Side being a soft ousy Sand, almost like a
               Quick-Sand.</p>
            <p>In this Condition, like true Seamen who are perhaps the
               least of all Mankind given to fore-thought, they gave it over, and away they stroll'd
               about the Country again; and I heard one of them say aloud to another, calling them
               off from the Boat, <hi rend="italic">Why let her alone,</hi> Jack, <hi rend="italic">can't ye, she will float
                  next Tide</hi>; by which I was fully confirm'd in the main Enquiry, of what
               Countrymen they were.</p>
            <p>All this while I kept my self very close, not once daring to stir out of my Castle,
               any farther than to my Place of Observation, near the Top of the Hill; and very glad
               I was, to think how well it was fortify'd: I knew it was no
               less than ten Hours before the Boat could be on float again, and by that Time it
               would be dark, and I might be at more Liberty to see their Motions, and to hear their
               Discourse, if they had any.</p>
            <p>In the mean Time, I fitted my self up for a Battle, as
               before; though with more Caution, knowing I had to do with another kind of Enemy than
               I had at first: I order'd <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> also, who I had made an excellent Marks-Man
               with his Gun, to load himself with Arms: I took my self two
               Fowling-Pieces, and I gave him three Muskets; my Figure indeed was very fierce; I had
               my formidable Goat-Skin Coat on, with the great Cap I have mention'd, a naked Sword
               by my Side, two Pistols in my Belt, and a Gun upon each Shoulder.</p>
            <p>It was my Design, as I said above, not to have made any Attempt till it was Dark: But
               about Two a Clock, being the Heat of the Day, I found <pb n="301"/> that in short they were all gone straggling into the
               Woods, and as I thought were laid down to Sleep. The three poor distressed Men, too
               Anxious for their Condition to get any Sleep, were however set down under the Shelter
               of a great Tree, at about a quarter of a Mile from me, and
               as I thought out of sight of any of the rest.</p>
            <p>Upon this I resolv'd to discover my self to them, and learn something of their
               Condition: Immediately I march'd in the Figure as above, my Man <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> at a
               good Distance behind me, as formidable for his Arms as I,
               but not making quite so staring a <hi rend="italic">Spectre-like</hi> Figure as I did.</p>
            <p>I came as near them undiscover'd as I could, and then before any of them saw me, I
               call'd aloud to them in <hi rend="italic">Spanish, What are ye
                  Gentlemen?</hi>
            </p>
            <p>They started up at the Noise, but were ten times more confounded when they saw me,
               and the uncouth Figure that I made. They made no Answer at all, but I thought I
               perceiv'd them just going to fly from me, when I spoke to them in <hi rend="italic">English,</hi>
               Gentlemen, said I, do not be surpriz'd at me; perhaps you may have a Friend near you
               when you did not expect it. He must be sent directly from
               Heaven then, <hi rend="italic">said one of them very gravely to me, and pulling off his Hat at the
                  same time to me,</hi> for our Condition is past the Help of Man. All Help is from
               Heaven, <hi rend="italic">Sir, said I.</hi> But can you put a Stranger in the way how to help you,
               for you seem to me to be in some great Distress? I saw you when you landed, and when
               you seem'd to make Applications to the Brutes that came with you, I saw one of them
               lift up his Sword to kill you.</p>
            <p>The poor Man with Tears running down his Face, and trembling, looking like one
               astonish'd, return'd, <hi rend="italic">Am I talking to God, or Man! Is it a real <pb n="302"/> Man, or an Angel!</hi> Be in no fear about that,
               Sir, <hi rend="italic">said I,</hi> if God had sent an Angel to relieve you, he would have come
               better Cloath'd, and Arm'd after another manner than you see me in; pray lay aside
               your Fears, I am a Man, an <hi rend="italic">English-man,</hi> and dispos'd to assist you, you see; I have one Servant only; we have Arms and Ammunition;
               tell us freely, Can we serve you? — What is your Case?</p>
            <p>Our Case, said he, Sir, is too long to tell you, while our Murtherers are so near;
               but in short, Sir, I was Commander of that Ship, my Men have Mutinied against me;
               they have been hardly prevail'd on not to Murther me, and at
               last have set me on Shore in this desolate Place, with these two Men with me; one my
               Mate, the other a Passenger, where we expected to Perish,
                  believing the Place to be uninhabited, and know not yet
               what to think of it.</p>
            <p>Where are those Brutes, your Enemies, said I, do you know where they are gone?
                  <hi rend="italic">There they lye,</hi> Sir, said he, pointing to a Thicket of Trees; <hi rend="italic">my
                  Heart trembles, for fear they have seen us, and heard you speak, if they have,
                  they will certainly Murther us all.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>Have they any Fire-Arms, <hi rend="italic">said I,</hi> He answered they had only two Pieces, and
               one which they left in the Boat. Well then, said I, leave the rest to me; I see they
               are all asleep, it is an easie thing to kill them all; but shall we rather take them
               Prisoners? He told me there were two desperate Villains
               among them, that it was scarce safe to shew any Mercy to; but if they were secur'd, he believ'd all the rest would return to their Duty.
               I ask'd him, which they were? He told me he could not at that distance describe them;
               but he would obey my Orders in any thing <pb n="303"/> I
               would direct. Well, says I, let us retreat out of their View or Hearing, least they
               awake, and we will resolve further; so they willingly went back with me, till the
               Woods cover'd us from them.</p>
            <p>Look you, Sir, said I, if I venture upon your Deliverance, are you willing to make
               two Conditions with me; he anticipated my Proposals, by
               telling me, that both he and the Ship, if recover'd, should
               be wholly Directed and Commanded by me in every thing; and if the Ship was not
               recover'd, he would live and dye with me in what Part of the World soever I would
               send him; and the two other Men said the same.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Well,</hi> says I, <hi rend="italic">my Conditions are but two.</hi> 1. That while you stay on
               this Island with me, you will not pretend to any Authority here; and if I put Arms
               into your Hands, you will upon all Occasions give them up to me, and do no Prejudice
               to me or mine, upon this Island, and in the mean time be govern'd by my Orders.</p>
            <p>2. That if the Ship is, or may be recover'd, you will carry me and my Man to
                  <hi rend="italic">England</hi> Passage free.</p>
            <p>He gave me all the Assurances that the Invention and Faith of Man could devise, that
               he would comply with these most reasonable Demands, and besides would owe his Life to me, and acknowledge it upon all
               Occasions as long as he liv'd.</p>
            <p>Well then, <hi rend="italic">said I,</hi> here are three Muskets for you, with Powder and Ball;
               tell me next what you think is proper to be done. He shew'd all the Testimony of his
               Gratitude that he was able; but offer'd to be wholly guided by me. I told him I
               thought it was hard venturing any thing; but the best Method I could think of was to
               fire upon them at once, as they lay; and if any was not kill'd at the first Volley,
               and offered to submit, <pb n="304"/> we might save them,
               and so put it wholly upon God's Providence to direct the Shot.</p>
            <p>He said very modestly, that he was loath to kill them, if he could help it, but that
               those two were incorrigible Villains, and had been the Authors of all the Mutiny in the Ship, and if they escaped, we should be undone
               still; for they would go on Board, and bring the whole Ship's Company, and destroy us all. <hi rend="italic">Well then,</hi> says I,
                     <hi rend="italic">Necessity</hi> legitimates my Advice; for it is
               the only Way to save our Lives. However, seeing him still cautious of shedding Blood,
               I told him they should go themselves, and manage as they found convenient.</p>
            <p>In the Middle of this Discourse, we heard some of them awake, and soon after, we saw
               two of them on their Feet, I ask'd him, if either of them were of the Men who he had
               said were the Heads of the Mutiny? He said, <hi rend="italic">No</hi>: Well then, said I, you may
               let them escape, and Providence seems to have wakned them on Purpose to save
               themselves. Now, says I, if the rest escape you, <hi rend="italic">it is your Fault.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>Animated with this, he took the Musket, I had given him, in his Hand, and a Pistol in
               his Belt, and his two Comerades with him, with each Man a Piece in his Hand, The two
               Men who were with him, going first, made some Noise, at which one of the Seamen who
               was awake, turn'd about, and seeing them coming, cry'd out to the rest; but it was
               too late then; for the Moment he cry'd out, they fir'd; <hi rend="italic">I mean the two Men,</hi>
               the Captain wisely reserving his own Piece: They had so well aim'd their Shot at the
               Men they knew, that one of them was kill'd on the Spot, and the other very much
               wounded; but not being dead, he started up upon his Feet, and call'd eagerly for <pb n="305"/> help to the other; but the Captain stepping to
               him told him, 'twas too late to cry for help, he should call upon God to forgive his
               Villany, and with that Word knock'd him down with the Stock of his Musket, so that he never spoke more: There were three more in
               the Company, and one of them was also slightly wounded: By this Time I was come, and
               when they saw their Danger, and that it was in vain to resist, they begg'd for Mercy:
               The Captain told them, he would spare their Lives, if they would give him any
               Assurance of their Abhorrence of the Treachery they had been guilty of, and would
               swear to be faithful to him in recovering the Ship, and afterwards in carrying her
               back to <hi rend="italic">Jamaica</hi> from whence they came: They gave him all the Protestations
               of their Sincerity that could be desir'd, and he was willing to believe them, and
               spare their Lives, which I was not against, only that I oblig'd him to keep them
               bound Hand and Foot while they were upon the Island.</p>
            <p>While this was doing, I sent <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> with the Captain's Mate to the Boat,
               with Orders to secure her, and bring away the Oars, and Sail, which they did; and by
               and by, three straggling Men that were (happily for them) parted from the rest came
               back upon hearing the Guns fir'd, and seeing their Captain, who before was their
               Prisoner, now their Conqueror, they submitted to be bound also; and so our Victory
               was compleat.</p>
            <p>It now remain'd, that the Captain and I should enquire into one another's
               Circumstances: I began first, and told him my whole History, which he heard with an
               Attention even to Amazement; and particularly, at the wonderful Manner of my being
               furnish'd with Provisitions and Ammunition; and indeed, as my Story is a whole
               Collection of Wonders, it affected him deeply; but when he
               reflected <pb n="306"/> from thence upon himself, and how I
               seem'd to have been preserv'd there, on purpose to save his Life, the Tears ran down
               his Face, and he could not speak a Word more.</p>
            <p>After this Communication was at an End, I carry'd him and
               his two Men into my Apartment, leading them in, just where I came out, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi>
               At the Top of the House, where I refresh'd them with such Provisions as I had, and
               shew'd them all the Contrivances I had made, during my long, long, inhabiting that
               Place.</p>
            <p>All I shew'd them, all I said to them, was perfectly
               amazing; but above all, the Captain admir'd my Fortification, and how perfectly I had
               conceal'd my Retreat with a Grove of Trees, which having been now planted near twenty
               Years, and the Trees growing much faster than in <hi rend="italic">England,</hi> was become a
               little Wood, and so thick, that it was unpassable in any Part of it, but at that one
               Side, where I had reserv'd my little winding Passage into it: I told him, this was my
               Castle, and my Residence; but that I had a Seat in the Country, as most Princes have, whither I could retreat upon Occasion, and I would
               shew him that too another Time; but at present, our Business was to consider how to
               recover the Ship: He agreed with me as to that; but told me, he was perfectly at a
               Loss what Measures to take; for that there were still six
               and twenty Hands on board, who having entred into a cursed Conspiracy, by which they
               had all forfeited their Lives to the Law, would be harden'd in it now by Desperation;
               and would carry it on, knowing that if they were reduc'd, they should be brought to
               the Gallows, as soon as they came to <hi rend="italic">England,</hi> or to any of the
                  <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Colonies; and that therefore there would be no attacking them,
               with so small a Number as we were.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="307"/>I mus'd for some Time upon what he had said,
               and found it was a very rational Conclusion; and that therefore something was to be
               resolv'd on very speedily, as well to draw the Men on board
                  into some Snare for their Surprize, as to prevent their
               Landing upon us, and destroying us; upon this it presently occurr'd to me, that in a
               little while the Ship's Crew wondring what was become of their Comrades, and of the
               Boat, would certainly come on Shore in their other Boat, to see for them, and that
               then perhaps they might come arm'd, and be too strong for us; this he allow'd was
               rational.</p>
            <p>Upon this, I told him the first Thing we had to do, was to <ref target="stave2_" corresp="stave2">stave</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="stave2" target="stave2_">Break up, dismantle. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                            </note> the
               Boat, which lay upon the Beach, so that they might not carry her off; and taking
               every Thing out of her, leave her so far useless as not to be fit to swim;
               accordingly we went on board, took the Arms which were left on board, out of her, and
               whatever else we found there, which was a Bottle of Brandy, and another of Rum, a few
               Bisket Cakes, a Horn of Powder, and a great Lump of Sugar, in a Piece of Canvas; the
               Sugar was five or six Pounds, all which was very welcome to
               me, especially the Brandy, and Sugar, of which I had had none left for many
               Years.</p>
            <p>When we had carry'd all these Things on Shore (the Oars, Mast, Sail, and Rudder of
               the Boat, were carry'd away before, as above) we knock'd a great Hole in her Bottom,
               that if they had come strong enough to master us, yet they could not carry off the Boat.</p>
            <p>Indeed, it was not much in my Thoughts, that we could be able to recover the Ship;
               but my View was that if they went away without the Boat, I did not much question to
               make her fit again, to carry us away to the <ref target="leeward_" corresp="leeward">
                                <hi rend="italic">Leeward</hi> Islands</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="leeward" target="leeward_">A cluster of small islands east of Puerto Rico,
                  including the modern US and British Virgin Islands and Guadeloupe. Source:
                  Wikipedia</note>, and call upon our <pb n="308"/>
               Friends, the <hi rend="italic">Spaniards,</hi> in my Way, for I had them still in my Thoughts.</p>
            <head> <ref target="Audio20_" corresp="Audio20">[Audio File]</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Audio20" target="Audio20_">
                                <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/defoe-crusoe/soundFiles/robinsoncrusoe_20_defoe_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Mark F. Smith</note>
                        </head>
            <p>While we were thus preparing our Designs, and had first, by main Strength heav'd the
               Boat up upon the Beach, so high that the Tide would not
               fleet her off at High-Water-Mark; and besides, had broke a Hole in her Bottom, too
               big to be quickly stopp'd, and were sat down musing what we should do; we heard the
               Ship fire a Gun, and saw her <ref target="waft_" corresp="waft">make a Waft with her
                  Antient</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="waft" target="waft_">Hoist a particular flag up the mast to signal the boat to return. Source: Oxford
                  English Dictionary</note>, as a Signal for the Boat to come on board; but no Boat
               stirr'd; and they fir'd several Times, making other Signals for the Boat.</p>
            <p>At last, when all their Signals and Firings prov'd fruitless, and they found the Boat
               did not stir, we saw them by the Help of my Glasses, hoist another Boat out, and row
               towards the Shore; and we found as they approach'd, that there was no less than ten
               Men in her, and that they had Fire-Arms with them.</p>
            <p>As the Ship lay almost two Leagues from the Shore, we had a full View of them as they
               came, and a plain Sight of the Men even of their Faces,
               because the Tide having set them a little to the <hi rend="italic">East</hi> of the other Boat,
               they row'd up under Shore, to come to the same Place, where the other had landed, and where the Boat lay.</p>
            <p>By this Means, I say, we had a full View of them, and the Captain knew the Persons
               and Characters of all the Men in the Boat, of whom he said,
               that there were three very honest Fellows, who he was sure were led into this
               Conspiracy by the rest, being over-power'd and frighted.</p>
            <p>But that as for the Boatswain, who it seems was the chief Officer among them, and all
               the rest, they were as outragious as any of the Ship's Crew, and were no doubt made
               desperate in their new Enterprize, <pb n="309"/> and terribly apprehensive he was, that they would be
               too powerful for us.</p>
            <p>I smil'd at him, and told him, that Men in our Circumstances were past the Operation
               of Fear: That seeing almost every Condition that could be, was better than that which
               we were suppos'd to be in, we ought to expect that the Consequence, whether Death or Life, would be sure to be a Deliverance: I ask'd him, What he thought of the Circumstances of my Life? And, Whether a Deliveance were not worth venturing for? And where, Sir, said I,
               is your Belief of my being preserv'd here on purpose to save your Life, which
               elevated you a little while ago? For my Part, said I, there seems to be but one Thing
               amiss in all the Prospect of it; <hi rend="italic">What's that?</hi> Says he; why, said I, 'Tis,
               that as you say, there are three or four honest Fellows among them, which should be
               spar'd; had they been all of the wicked Part of the Crew, I should have thought God's
               Providence had singled them out to deliver them into your Hands; for depend upon it,
               every Man of them that comes a-shore are our own, and shall die, or live, as they
               behave to us.</p>
            <p>As I spoke this with a rais'd Voice and chearful Countenance, I found it greatly
               encourag'd him; so we set vigorously to our Business: We had upon the first
               Appearance of the Boat's coming from the Ship, consider'd of separating our
               Prisoners, and had indeed secur'd them effectually.</p>
            <p>Two of them, of whom the Captain was less assur'd than
               ordinary, I sent with <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> and one of the three (deliver'd Men) to my
               Cave, where they were remote enough, and out of Danger of being heard or discover'd,
               or of finding their way out of the Woods, if they could have deliver'd themselves:
               Here they left them bound, but gave them Provisions, and
               promis'd them if they continu'd there quietly, <pb n="310"/> to give them their Liberty in a Day or two; but that
               if they attempted their Escape, they should be put to Death without Mercy: They
               promis'd faithfully to bear their Confinement with Patience, and were very thankful
               that they had such good Usage, as to have Provisions, and a
               Light left them; for <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> gave them Candles (such as we made our selves)
               for their Comfort; and they did not know but that he stood Sentinel over them at the
                  Entrance.</p>
            <p>The other Prisoners had better Usage; two of them were kept pinion'd indeed, because
               the Captain was not free to trust them; but the other two
               were taken into my Service upon their Captain's Recommendation, and upon their solemnly engaging to live and die with us; so with
               them and the three honest Men, we were seven Men, well arm'd; and I made no doubt we
               shou'd be able to deal well enough with the Ten that were a
               coming, considering that the Captain had said, there were
               three or four honest Men among them also.</p>
            <p>As soon as they got to the Place where their other Boat lay,
               they run their Boat in to the Beach, and came all on Shore, haling the Boat up after
               them, which I was glad to see; for I was afraid they would rather have left the Boat
               at an Anchor, some Distance from the Shore, with some Hands in her, to guard her; and
               so we should not be able to seize the Boat.</p>
            <p>Being on Shore, the first Thing they did, they ran all to their other Boat, and it
               was easy to see that they were under a great Surprize, to find her stripp'd as above,
               of all that was in her, and a great hole in her Bottom.</p>
            <p>After they had mus'd a while upon this, they set up two or three great Shouts, <ref target="hallo_" corresp="hallo">hollowing</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="hallo" target="hallo_">Halloaing, calling.
                  Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                            </note> with all their might, to try if they
               could make their <pb n="311"/> Companions hear; but all was
               to no purpose: Then they came all close in a Ring, and fir'd a Volley of their small
               Arms, which indeed we heard, and the Ecchos made the Woods ring; but <ref target="allone_" corresp="allone">it was all one</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="allone" target="allone_">Phrase indicating
                  that "It was no use." Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                            </note>, those in the Cave
               we were sure could not hear, and those in our keeping, though they heard it well enough, yet durst give no Answer to them.</p>
            <p>They were so astonish'd at the Surprize of this, that as they told us afterwards,
               they resolv'd to go all on board again to their Ship, and let them know, that the Men
               were all murther'd, and the Long-Boat stav'd; accordingly they immediately launch'd
               their Boat again, and gat all of them on board.</p>
            <p>The Captain was terribly amaz'd, and even confounded at
               this, believing they would go on board the Ship again, and set Sail, giving their
               Comrades for lost, and so he should still lose the Ship, which he was in Hopes we
               should have recover'd; but he was quickly as much frighted the other way.</p>
            <p>They had not been long put off with the Boat, but we perceiv'd them all coming on
               Shore again; but with this new Measure in their Conduct, which it seems they
               consulted together upon, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> To leave three Men in the Boat, and the rest
               to go on Shore, and go up into the Country to look for their Fellows.</p>
            <p>This was a great Disappointment to us; for now we were at a Loss what to do; for our
               seizing those seven Men on Shore would be no Advantage to us, if we let the Boat
               escape; because they would then row away to the Ship, and then the rest of them would
               be sure to weigh and set Sail, and so our recovering the Ship would be lost.</p>
            <p>However, we had no Remedy, but to wait and see what the Issue of Things might
               present; the seven Men came on Shore, and the three who remain'd <pb n="312"/> in the Boat, put her off to a good
               Distance from the Shore, and came to an Anchor to wait for them; so that it was
               impossible for us to come at them in the Boat.</p>
            <p>Those that came on Shore, kept close together, marching towards the Top of the little
               Hill, under which my Habitation lay; and we could see them plainly, though they could
               not perceive us: We could have been very glad they would have come nearer to us, so
               that we might have fir'd at them, or that they would have gone farther off, that we
               might have come abroad.</p>
            <p>But when they were come to the <ref target="brow_" corresp="brow">Brow</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="brow" target="brow_">Crest. Source: Oxford
                  English Dictionary</note> of the Hill, where they could see a great way into the
               Valleys and Woods, which lay towards the <hi rend="italic">North-East</hi> Part, and where the
               Island lay lowest, they shouted, and hollow'd, till they were weary; and not caring
               it seems to venture far from the Shore, nor far from one another, they sat down
               together under a Tree, to consider of it: Had they thought fit to have gone to sleep
               there, as the other Party of them had done, <ref target="would3_" corresp="would3">they had</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="would3" target="would3_">'Would have.' Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                            </note> done the
               Jobb for us; but they were too full of Apprehensions of Danger, to venture to go to
               sleep, though they could not tell what the Danger was they had to fear neither.</p>
            <p>The Captain made a very just Proposal to me, upon this Consultation of theirs,
                  <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> That perhaps they would all fire a Volley
               again, to endeavour to make their Fellows hear, and that we
               should all Sally upon them, just at the Juncture when their Pieces were all
               discharg'd, and they would certainly yield, and we should have them without
               Blood-shed: I lik'd the Proposal, provided it was done while we were near enough to
               come up to them, before they could load their Pieces again.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="313"/>But this Event did not happen, and we lay
               still a long Time, very irresolute what Course to take; at length I told them, there
               would be nothing to be done in my Opinion till Night, and then if they did not return
               to the Boat, perhaps we might find a way to get between them, and the Shore, and so
               might use some Stratagem with them in the Boat, to get them on Shore.</p>
            <p>We waited a great while, though very impatient for their removing; and were very
               uneasy, when after long Consultations, we saw them start all up, and march down
               toward the Sea: It seems they had such dreadful Apprehensions upon them, of the
               Danger of the Place, that they resolv'd to go on board the Ship again, give their
               Companions over for lost, and so go on with their intended
                  Voyage with the Ship.</p>
            <p>As soon as I perceiv'd them go towards the Shore, I imagin'd it to be as it really
               was, That they had given over their Search, and were for going back again; and the
               Captain, as soon as I told him my Thoughts, was ready to sink at the Apprehensions of
               it; but I presently thought of a Stratagem to fetch them back again, and which
               answer'd my End to a Tittle.</p>
            <p>I order'd <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> and the Captain's Mate, to go over the little Creek
                  <hi rend="italic">Westward,</hi> towards the Place were the <hi rend="italic">Savages</hi> came on Shore, when
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> was rescu'd; and as soon as they came to a little rising Ground,
               at about half a Mile Distance, I bad them hollow, as loud as they could, and wait
               till they found the Seamen heard them; that as soon as ever they heard the Seamen
               answer them, they should return it again, and then keeping out of Sight, take a
               round, always answering when the other hollow'd, to draw them as far into the Island,
               and among the <pb n="314"/> Woods, as possible, and then
               wheel about again to me, by such ways as I directed them.</p>
            <p>They were just going into the Boat, when <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> and the Mate hollow'd, and
               they presently heard them, and answering, run along the Shore <hi rend="italic">Westward,</hi> towards the Voice they heard, when they were
               presently stopp'd by the Creek, where the Water being up, they could not get over,
               and call'd for the Boat to come up, and <ref target="setover_" corresp="setover">set
                  them over</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="setover" target="setover_">Transport them inland, closer to the voices.</note>, as indeed I
               expected.</p>
            <p>When they had set themselves over, I observ'd, that the Boat being gone up a good way
               into the Creek, and as it were, in a Harbour within the Land, they took one of the
               three Men out of her to go along with them, and left only two in the Boat, having
               fastned her to the Stump of a little Tree on the Shore.</p>
            <p>This was what I wish'd for, and immediately leaving
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> and the Captain's Mate to their Business, I took the rest with me,
               and crossing the Creek out of their Sight, we surpriz'd the two Men before they were
               aware; one of them lying on Shore, and the other being in the Boat; the Fellow on
               Shore, was between sleeping and waking, and going to start up, the Captain who was
               foremost, ran in upon him, and knock'd him down, and then call'd out to him in the
               Boat, to yield, or he was a dead Man.</p>
            <p>There needed very few Arguments to perswade a single Man to yield, when he saw five
               Men upon him, and his Comrade knock'd down; besides, this was it seems one of the
               three who were not so hearty in the Mutiny as the rest of the Crew, and therefore was
               easily perswaded, not only to yield, but afterwards to joyn
               very sincere with us.</p>
            <p>In the mean time, <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> and the Captain's Mate so well manag'd their
               Business with the rest, that they drew them by hollowing and answering, from <pb n="315"/> one Hill to another, and from one Wood to
                  another, till they not only heartily tyr'd them, but left
               them, where they were very sure they could not reach back to the Boat, before it was
               dark; and indeed they were heartily tyr'd themselves also by the Time they came back
               to us.</p>
            <p>We had nothing now to do, but to watch for them, in the Dark, and to fall upon them,
               so as to make sure work with them.</p>
            <p>It was several Hours after <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> came back to me, before they came back to
               their Boat; and we could hear the foremost of them long before they came quite up,
               calling to those behind to come along, and could also hear them answer and complain,
               how lame and tyr'd they were, and not able to come any faster, which was very welcome
               News to us.</p>
            <p>At length they came up to the Boat; but 'tis impossible to express their Confusion,
               when they found the Boat fast a-Ground in the Creek, the Tide ebb'd out, and their
               two Men gone: We could hear them call to one another in a most lamentable Manner, telling one another, they were gotten into
               an inchanted Island; that either there were Inhabitants in it, and they should all be
                  murther'd, or else there were Devils and Spirits in it,
               and they should be all carry'd away, and devour'd.</p>
            <p>They hallow'd again, and call'd their two Comerades by their
               Names, a great many times, but no Answer. After some time, we could see them, by the
               little Light there was, run about wringing their Hands like Men in Despair; and that
               sometimes they would go and sit down in the Boat to rest themselves, then come ashore
               again, and walk about again, and so over the same thing again.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="316"/>My Men would fain have me given them Leave to
               fall upon them at once in the Dark; but I was willing to take them at some Advantage,
               so to spare them, and kill as few of them as I could; and especially I was unwilling
               to hazard the killing any of our own Men, knowing the other were very well armed. I resolved to wait to see if they did not
               separate; and therefore to make sure of them, I drew my Ambuscade nearer, and order'd
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> and the Captain, to creep upon their Hands and Feet as close to
               the Ground as they could, that they might not be discover'd, and get as near them as
               they could possibly, before they offered to fire.</p>
            <p>They had not been long in that Posture, but that the Boatswain, who was the principal
               Ringleader of the Mutiny, and had now shewn himself the most dejected and dispirited
               of all the rest, came walking towards them with two more of their Crew; the Captain
               was so eager, as having this principal Rogue so much in his Power, that he could
               hardly have Patience to let him come so near, as to be sure of him; for they only
               heard his Tongue before: But when they came nearer, the Captain and <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi>
               starting up on their Feet, let fly at them.</p>
            <p>The Boatswain was kill'd upon the Spot, the next Man was shot into the Body, and fell
               just by him, tho' he did not die 'till an Hour or two after; and the third run for
               it.</p>
            <p>At the Noise of the Fire, I immediately advanc'd with my
               whole Army, which was now 8 Men, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> my self <hi rend="italic">Generalissimo, Friday</hi>
               my Lieutenant-General, the Captain and his two Men, and the
               three Prisoners of War, who we had trusted with Arms.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="317"/>We came upon them indeed in the Dark, so that
               they could not see our Number; and I made the Man we had left in the Boat, who was
               now one of us, call to them by Name, to try if I could bring them to a Parley, and so
               might perhaps reduce them to Terms, which fell out just as
               we desir'd: for indeed it was easy to think, as their
               Condition then was, they would be very willing to capitulate; so he calls out as loud
               as he could, to one of them, <hi rend="italic">Tom Smith, Tom Smith; Tom Smith</hi> answered
               immediately, <hi rend="italic">Who's that,</hi> Robinson? for it seems he knew his Voice: T'other
               answered, <hi rend="italic">Ay, ay; for God's Sake,</hi> Tom Smith, <hi rend="italic">throw down your Arms, and
                  yield,</hi> or, <hi rend="italic">you are all dead Men this Moment.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Who must we yield to? where are they</hi>? (says <hi rend="italic">Smith</hi> again;) <hi rend="italic">Here
                  they are,</hi> says he, here's our Captain, and fifty Men with him, have been
               hunting you this two Hours; the Boatswain is kill'd, <hi rend="italic">Will Frye</hi> is wounded,
               and I am a Prisoner; and if you do not yield, you are all lost.</p>
            <p>Will they give us Quarter then, (says <hi rend="italic">Tom Smith</hi>) and we will yield? <hi rend="italic">I'll
                  go and ask, if you promise to yield,</hi> says
                  <hi rend="italic">Robinson</hi>; so he ask'd the Captain, and the Captain then calls himself
               out, You <hi rend="italic">Smith,</hi> you know my Voice, if you lay down your Arms immediately,
               and submit, you shall have your Lives all but <hi rend="italic">Will Atkins.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>Upon this, <hi rend="italic">Will Atkins</hi> cry'd out, <hi rend="italic">For God's Sake, Captain, give me
                  Quarter, what have I done? They have been all as bad as I,</hi> which by the Way
               was not true neither; for it seems this <hi rend="italic">Will Atkins</hi> was the first Man that
               laid hold of the Captain, when they first mutiny'd, and used him barbarously, in
               tying his Hands, and giving him injurious Language. However, the Captain told him he
               must lay down his Arms at Discretion, and trust to the Governour's <pb n="318"/> Mercy, by which he meant me; for
               they all call'd me Governour.</p>
            <p>
                            <ref target="army_" corresp="army">In a Word, they all laid down their Arms, and
                  begg'd their Lives; and I sent the Man that had parley'd with them, and two more,
                  who bound them all; and then my great Army of 50 Men</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="army" target="army_">Crusoe gets comically
                  carried away playing the "Governour"; his imaginary army of fifty frightens the
                  captives into submission.</note>, which particularly with those three, were all
               but eight, came up and seiz'd upon them all, and upon their Boat, only that I kept my
               self and one more out of Sight, for Reasons of State.</p>
            <p>Our next Work was to repair the Boat, and think of seizing the Ship; and as for the
               Captain, now he had Leisure to parley with them: He expostulated with them upon the Villany of their Practices
               with him, and at length upon the farther Wickedness of their Design; and how
               certainly it must bring them to Misery and Distress in the End, and perhaps to the
               Gallows.</p>
            <p>They all appear'd very penitent, and begg'd hard for their Lives; as for that, he
               told them, they were none of his Prisoners, but the Commander of the Island, that
               they thought they had set him on Shore in a barren uninhabitated Island, but it had
               pleased God so to direct them, that the Island was inhabited, and that the Governour
               was an <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Man; that he might hang them all there, if he pleased; but as
               he had given them all Quarter, he supposed he would send them to <hi rend="italic">England</hi> to
               be dealt with there, as Justice requir'd, except <hi rend="italic">Atkins,</hi> who he was commanded by the Governour to advise to prepare for Death;
               for that he would be hang'd in the Morning.</p>
            <p>Though this was all a Fiction of his own, yet it had its desired Effect;
                  <hi rend="italic">Atkins</hi> fell upon his Knees to beg the Captain to interceed with the
                  Governour for his Life; and all the rest beg'd of him <pb n="319"/> for God's Sake, that they might not be sent to
                  <hi rend="italic">England.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>It now occurr'd to me, that the time of our Deliverance was
               come, and that it would be a most easy thing to bring these Fellows in, to be hearty
               in getting Possession of the Ship; so I retir'd in the Dark from them, that they
               might not see what Kind of a Governour they had, and call'd the Captain to me; when I
               call'd, as at a good Distance, one of the Men was order'd to
               speak again, and say to the Captain, <hi rend="italic">Captain, the Commander calls for you</hi>;
               and presently the Captain reply'd, <hi rend="italic">Tell his Excellency, I am just a coming</hi>:
               This more perfectly amused them; and they all believed that
               the Commander was just by with his fifty Men.</p>
            <p>Upon the Captain's coming to me, I told him my Project for seizing the Ship, which he
               lik'd of wonderfully well, and resolv'd to put it in Execution the next Morning.</p>
            <p>But in Order to execute it with more Art, and secure of Success, I told him, we must
               divide the Prisoners, and that he should go and take <hi rend="italic">Atkins</hi> and two more of
               the worst of them, and send them pinion'd to the Cave where the others lay: This was
               committed to <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> and the two Men who came on Shore with the Captain.</p>
            <p>They convey'd them to the Cave, as to a Prison; and it was
               indeed a dismal Place, especially to Men in their Condition.</p>
            <p>The other I order'd to my <hi rend="italic">Bower,</hi> as I call'd it, of which I have given a
               full Description; and as it was fenc'd in, and they
               pinion'd, the Place was secure enough, considering they were <ref target="behavior_" corresp="behavior">upon their Behaviour</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="behavior" target="behavior_">'On their best behavior.'</note>. </p>
            <p>To these in the Morning I sent the Captain, who was to enter into a Parley with them,
               in a Word to try them, and tell me, whether he thought they <pb n="320"/> might be trusted or no, to go on Board and surprize
               the Ship. He talk'd to them of the Injury done him, of the Condition they were
               brought to; and that though the Governour had given them Quarter for their Lives, as
               to the present Action, yet that if they were sent to <hi rend="italic">England,</hi> they would all
               be hang'd in Chains, to be sure; but that if they would join in so just an Attempt,
               as to recover the Ship, he would have the Governour's Engagement for their Pardon.</p>
            <p>Any one may guess how readily such a Proposal would be
               accepted by Men in their Condition; they fell down on their Knees to the Captain, and
               promised with the deepest Imprecations, that they would be faithful to him to the
               last Drop, and that they should owe their Lives to him, and would go with him all
               over the World, that they would own him for a Father to them as long as they
               liv'd.</p>
            <p>Well, says the Captain, I must go and tell the Governour what you say, and see what I
               can do to bring him to consent to it: So he brought me an Account of the Temper he
               found them in; and that he verily believ'd they would be faithful.</p>
            <p>
                            <ref target="governor_" corresp="governor">However, that we might be very secure, I
                  told him he should go back again, and choose out five of them, and tell them, they
                  might see that he did not want Men</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="governor" target="governor_">Crusoe's ostensible willingness to kill five
                  hostages is meant to show the captives that he does not lack manpower, since five
                  men are of so little value to him. This enhances the fiction of Crusoe as the
                  powerful "Governour."</note>, that he would take out five of them to be his
               Assistants, and that the Governour would keep the other two, and the three that were
               sent Prisoners to the Castle, (<hi rend="italic">my Cave</hi>) as Hostages, for the Fidelity of
               those five; and that if they prov'd unfaithful in the Execution, the five Hostages
               should be hang'd in Chains alive upon the Shore.</p>
            <p>This look'd severe, and convinc'd them that the Governour was in Earnest; however
               they had no <pb n="321"/> Way left them, but to accept it;
               and it was now the Business of the Prisoners, as much as of the Captain, to perswade
               the other five to do their Duty</p>
            <p>Our Strength was now thus ordered for the Expedition: 1. The
               Captain, his Mate, and Passenger. 2. Then the two Prisoners
               of the first Gang, to whom having their Characters from the Captain, I had given their Liberty, and trusted them with Arms.
               3. The other two who I had kept till now, in my Apartment, pinion'd; but upon the
               Captain's Motion, had now releas'd. 4. The single Man taken in the Boat. 5. These
               five releas'd at last: So that they were thirteen in all,
               besides five we kept Prisoners in the Cave, and the two Hostages.</p>
            <p>I ask'd the Captain, if he was willing to venture with these
               Hands on Board the Ship; for as for me and my Man <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> I did not think it
               was proper for us to stir, having seven Men left behind; and it was Employment enough
               for us to keep them assunder, and supply them with Victuals.</p>
            <p>As to the five in the Cave, I resolv'd to keep them fast, but <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> went in
               twice a Day to them, to supply them with Necessaries; and I made the other two carry
               Provisions to a certain Distance, where <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> was to take it.</p>
            <p>When I shew'd my self to the two Hostages, it was with the Captain, who told them, I
               was the Person the Governour had order'd to look after them, and that it was the
               Governour's Pleasure they should not stir any where, but by my Direction; that if they did, they should be fetch'd into the Castle, and be lay'd in Irons; so that as we never
               suffered them to see me as Governour, so I now appear'd as another Person, and spoke
               of the <pb n="322"/> Governour, the Garrison, the Castle,
               and the like, upon all Occasions.</p>
            <p>The Captain now had no Difficulty before him, but to furnish his two Boats, stop the
               Breach of one, and Man them. He made his Passenger Captain of one, with four other
               Men; and himself, and his Mate, and six more, went in the
                  other: And they contriv'd their Business very well; for
               they came up to the Ship about Midnight: As soon as they came within Call of the
               Ship, he made <hi rend="italic">Robinson</hi> hale them, and tell them they had brought off the Men
               and the Boat, but that it was a long time before they had found them, and the like;
               holding them in a Chat 'till they came to the Ship's Side; when the Captain and the
               Mate entring first with their Arms, immediately knock'd down the second Mate and
               Carpenter, with the But-end of their Muskets, being very faithfully seconded by their
               Men, they secur'd all the rest that were upon the Main and Quarter Decks, and began
               to fasten the Hatches to keep them down who were below, when the other Boat and their
               Men entring at the fore Chains, secur'd the Fore-Castle of the Ship, and the Scuttle
               which went down into the Cook Room, making three Men they found there, Prisoners.</p>
            <p>When this was done, and all safe upon Deck, the Captain order'd the Mate with three
               Men to break into the <ref target="roundhouse_" corresp="roundhouse">Round-House</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="roundhouse" target="roundhouse_">The uppermost cabin in the stern of the ship. Source: Oxford
                  English Dictionary</note> where the new Rebel Captain
               lay, and having taken the Alarm, was gotten up, and with two Men and a Boy had gotten
               Fire Arms in their Hands, and when the Mate with a Crow split open the Door, the new
               Captain and his Men fir'd boldly among them, and wounded the Mate with a Musket Ball,
               which broke his Arm, and wounded two more of the Men but kill'd no Body.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="323"/>The Mate calling for Help, rush'd however into the Round-House, wounded as he was, and with his Pistol
               shot the new Captain thro' the Head, the Bullet entring at his Mouth, and came out
               again behind one of his Ears; so that he never spoke a Word; upon which the rest
               yielded, and the Ship was taken effectually, without any more Lives lost.</p>
            <p>As soon as the Ship was thus secur'd, the Captain order'd
               seven Guns to be fir'd, which was the Signal agreed upon with me, to give me Notice
               of his Success, which you may be sure I was very glad to hear, having sat watching
               upon the Shore for it till near two of the Clock in the Morning.</p>
            <p>Having thus heard the Signal plainly, I laid me down; and it having been a Day of
               great Fatigue to me, I slept very sound, 'till I was something surpriz'd with the Noise of a Gun; and presently starting up, I
               heard a Man call me by the Name of Governour, Governour, and presently I knew the
               Captain's Voice, when climbing up to the Top of the Hill, there he stood, and
               pointing to the Ship, he embrac'd me in his Arms, <hi rend="italic">My dear Friend and
                  Deliverer,</hi> says he, <hi rend="italic">there's your Ship, for she is all yours, and so are
                  we and all that belong to her.</hi> I cast my Eyes to the Ship, and there she rode
               within little more than half a Mile of the Shore; for they had weighed her Anchor as soon as they were Masters of her; and the
               Weather being fair, had brought her to an Anchor just against the Mouth of the little
               Creek; and the Tide being up, the Captain had brought the Pinnace in near the Place
               where I at first landed my Rafts, and so landed just at my Door.</p>
            <p>I was at first ready to sink down with the Surprize. For I
               saw my Deliverance indeed visibly put into my Hands, all things easy, and a large
               Ship just ready to carry me away whither I pleased <pb n="324"/> to go. At first, for some time, I was not able
               to answer him one Word; but as he had taken me in his Arms, I held fast by him, or I
               should have fallen to the Ground.</p>
            <p>He perceived the Surprize, and immediately pulls a Bottle out of his Pocket, and gave
               me a Dram of Cordial, which he had brought on Purpose for
               me; after I had drank it, I sat down upon the Ground; and
               though it brought me to my self, yet it was a good while before I could speak a Word
               to him.</p>
            <p>All this while the poor Man was in as great an Extasy as I, only not under any
               Surprize, as I was; and he said a thousand kind tender things to me, to compose me
               and bring me to my self; but such was the Flood of Joy in my Breast, that it put all
               my Spirits into Confusion, at last it broke out into Tears, and in a little while
               after, I recovered my Speech.</p>
            <p>Then I took my Turn, and embrac'd him as my Deliverer; and we rejoyc'd together. I
               told him, I look upon him as a Man sent from Heaven to deliver me, and that the whole
               Transaction seemed to be a Chain of Wonders; that such things as these were the
               Testimonies we had of a secret Hand of Providence governing the World, and an
               Evidence, that the Eyes of an infinite Power could search into the remotest Corner of
               the World, and send Help to the Miserable whenever he pleased.</p>
            <p>I forgot not to lift up my Heart in Thankfulness to Heaven,
               and what Heart could forbear to bless him, who had not only in a miraculous Manner provided for once in such a Wilderness, and in such a
               desolate Condition, but from whom every Deliverance must always be acknowledged to
                  proceed.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="325"/>When we had talk'd a while, the Captain told
               me, he had brought me some little Refreshment, such as the Ship afforded, and such as
               the Wretches that had been so long his Master had not plunder'd him of: Upon this he
               call'd aloud to the Boat, and bid his Men bring the things ashore that were for the
               Governour; and indeed it was a Present, as if I had been one not that was to be
               carry'd away along with them, but as if I had been to dwell upon the Island still,
               and they were to go without me.</p>
            <p>First he had brought me a Case of Bottles full of excellent Cordial Waters, six large
               Bottles of <hi rend="italic">Madera</hi> Wine; the Bottles held two Quarts a-piece; two Pound of
               excellent good Tobacco, twelve good Pieces of the Ship's Beef, and six Pieces of
               Pork, with a Bag of Pease, and about a hundred Weight of Bisket.</p>
            <p>He brought me also a Box of Sugar, a Box of Flower, a Bag full of Lemons, and two
               Bottles of Lime-Juice, and Abundance of other things: But besides these, and what was
               a thousand times more useful to me, he brought me six clean new Shirts, six very good
               Neckcloaths, two Pair of Gloves, one Pair of Shoes, a Hat, and one Pair of Stockings,
               and a very good Suit of Cloaths of his own, which had been worn but very little: In a
               Word, he cloathed me from Head to Foot.</p>
            <p>It was a very kind and agreeable Present, as any one may imagine to one in my
               Circumstances: But never was any thing in the World of that Kind so unpleasant,
               awkard, and uneasy, as it was to me to wear such Cloaths at their first putting
               on.</p>
            <p>After these Ceremonies past, and after all his good things were brought into my
               little Apartment, we began to consult what was to be done
               with the Prisoners we had; for it was worth considering, <pb n="326"/> whether we might venture to take them away with us or no, especially two of them, who we knew to be
               incorrigible and refractory to the last Degree; and the Captain said, he knew they
               were such Rogues, that there was no obliging them, and if he did carry them away, it
               must be in Irons, as Malefactors to be delivered over to Justice at the first <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Colony he could come at; and I found that the
               Captain himself was very anxious about it.</p>
            <p>Upon this, I told him, that if he desir'd it, I durst undertake to bring the two Men
               he spoke of, to make it their own Request that he should leave them upon the Island:
                  <hi rend="italic">I should be very glad of that,</hi> says the Captain, <hi rend="italic">with all my
                  Heart.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>Well, says I, I will send for them up, and talk with them for you; so I caused
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> and the two Hostages, for they were now discharg'd, their Comrades having perform'd their Promise; I say, I caused them to go to the Cave, and bring up the five Men
               pinion'd, as they were, to the Bower, and keep them there 'till I came.</p>
            <p>After some time, I came thither dress'd in my new Habit, and now I was call'd
               Governour again; being all met, and the Captain with me, I caused the Men to be
               brought before me, and I told them, I had had a full Account of their villanous
                  Behaviour to the Captain, and how they had run away with
               the Ship, and were preparing to commit farther Robberies, but that Providence had
                  ensnar'd them in their own Ways, and that they were
               fallen into the Pit which they had digged for others.</p>
            <p>I let them know, that by my Direction the Ship had been seiz'd, that she lay now in
               the Road; and they might see by and by, that their new Captain <pb n="327"/> had receiv'd the Reward of his Villany; for that they
               might see him <ref target="yardarm_" corresp="yardarm">hanging at the
                  Yard-Arm</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="yardarm" target="yardarm_">A common nautical punishment was to hang someone by the yard,
                  one of the mast's wooden support beams. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
               </note>.</p>
            <p>That as to them, I wanted to know what they had to say, why I should not execute them
               as Pirates taken in the Fact, as by my Commission they could
               not doubt I had Authority to do.</p>
            <p>One of them answer'd in the Name of the rest, That they had nothing to say but this,
               That when they were taken, the Captain promis'd them their Lives, and they humbly
               implor'd my Mercy; But I told them, I knew not what Mercy to shew them; for as for my
               self, I had resolv'd to quit the Island with all my Men, and had taken Passage with
               the Captain to go for <hi rend="italic">England</hi>: And as for the Captain, he could not carry
               them to <hi rend="italic">England,</hi> other than as Prisoners in Irons to be try'd for Mutiny,
               and running away with the Ship; the Consequence of which, they must needs know, would
               be the Gallows; so that I could not tell which was best for them, unless they had a
               Mind to take their Fate in the Island; if they desir'd, that I did not care, as I had
               Liberty to leave it, I had some Inclination to give them their Lives, if they thought
               they could shift on Shore.</p>
            <p>They seem'd very thankful for it, said they would much rather venture to stay there,
               than to be carry'd to <hi rend="italic">England</hi> to be hang'd; so I
               left it on that Issue.</p>
            <p>However, the Captain seem'd to make some Difficulty of it, as if he durst not leave
               them there: Upon this I seem'd a little angry with the Captain, and told him, That
               they were my Prisoners, not his; and that seeing I had
               offered them so much Favour, I would be as good as my Word; and that if he did not
               think fit to consent to it, I would set them at Liberty, as I found them; and <pb n="328"/> if he did not like it, he might take them
               again if he could catch them.</p>
            <p>Upon this they appear'd very thankful, and I accordingly set
               them at Liberty, and bad them retire into the Woods to the
               Place whence they came, and I would leave them some Fire Arms, some Ammunition, and
               some Directions how they should live very well, if they thought fit.</p>
            <p>Upon this I prepar'd to go on Board the Ship, but told the Captain, that I would stay
               that Night to prepare my things, and desir'd him to go on Board in the mean time, and
               keep all right in the Ship, and send the Boat on Shore the next Day for me; ordering
               him in the mean time to cause the new Captain who was kill'd, to be hang'd at the
               Yard-Arm that these Men might see him.</p>
            <p>When the Captain was gone, I sent for the Men up to me to my Apartment, and entred
               seriously into Discourse with them of their Circumstances, I told them, I thought
               they had made a right Choice; that if the Captain carry'd them away, they would
               certainly be hang'd. I shewed them the new Captain, hanging at the Yard-Arm of the
               Ship, and told them they had nothing less to expect.</p>
            <p>When they had all declar'd their Willingness to stay, I then told them, I would let
               them into the Story of my living there, and put them into the Way of making it easy
               to them: Accordingly I gave them the whole History of the Place, and of my coming to
               it; shew'd them my Fortifications, the Way I made my Bread, planted my Corn, cured my Grapes; and in a Word, all that was necessary to make them easy: I told them the Story also of the
               sixteen <hi rend="italic">Spaniards</hi> that were to be expected; for
               whom I left a Letter, and made them promise to treat them in common with
               themselves.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="329"/>I left them my Fire Arms, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> Five
               Muskets, three Fowling Pieces, and three Swords. I had above a Barrel and half of
               Powder left; for after the first Year or two, I used but little, and wasted none. I
               gave them a Description of the Way I manag'd the Goats, and Directions to milk and
               fatten them, and to make both Butter and Cheese.</p>
            <p>In a Word, I gave them every Part of my own Story; and I told them, I would prevail
               with the Captain to leave them two Barrels of Gun-Powder more, and some Garden-Seeds,
               which I told them I would have been very glade of; also I gave them the Bag of Pease
               which the Captain had brought me to eat, and bad them be sure to sow and encrease them.</p>
            <head> <ref target="Audio21_" corresp="Audio21">[Audio File]</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Audio21" target="Audio21_">
                                <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/defoe-crusoe/soundFiles/robinsoncrusoe_21_defoe_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Mark F. Smith</note>
                        </head>
            <p>Having done all this, I left them the next Day, and went on Board the Ship: We
               prepared immediately to sail, but did not weigh that Night:
               The next Morning early, two of the five Men came swiming to the Ship's Side, and
               making a most lamentable Complaint of the other three, begged to be taken into the Ship, for God's Sake, for they should be murthered, and
               begg'd the Captain to take them on Board, tho' he hang'd them immediately.</p>
            <p>Upon this the Captain pretended to have no Power without me; But after some
               Difficulty, and after their solemn Promises of Amendment, they were taken, and were
               some time after soundly whipp'd and pickl'd; after which, they prov'd very honest and
               quiet Fellows.</p>
            <p>Some time after this, the Boat was order'd on Shore, the Tide being up, with the
               things promised to the Men, to which the Captain at my Intercession caused their Chests and Cloaths to be aded, which they took, and were very thankful for; I also
               encourag'd them, by telling them, that if <pb n="330"/> it
               lay in my Way to send any Vessel to take them in, I would not forget them.</p>
            <p>When I took leave of this Island, I carry'd on board for Reliques, the great
               Goat's-Skin-Cap I had made, my Umbrella, and my Parrot; also I forgot not to take the
               Money I formerly mention'd, which had lain by me so long useless, that it was grown
               rusty, or tarnish'd, and could hardly pass for Silver, till it had been a little
               rubb'd, and handled; as also the Money I found in the Wreck of the <hi rend="italic">Spanish</hi>
               Ship.</p>
            <p>And thus I left the Island, the Nineteenth of <hi rend="italic">December,</hi> as I found by the
               Ship's Account, in the Year 1686, after I had been upon it eight and twenty Years,
               two Months, and 19 Days; being deliver'd from this second Captivity, the same Day of
               the Month, that I first made my Escape in the <ref target="barcolongo_" corresp="barcolongo">
                                <hi rend="italic">Barco-Longo</hi>
                            </ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="barcolongo" target="barcolongo_">A Spanish
                  fishing boat. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                            </note>, from among the
                  <hi rend="italic">Moors</hi> of <hi rend="italic">Sallee.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>In this Vessel, after a long Voyage, I arriv'd in <hi rend="italic">England,</hi> the Eleventh of
                  <hi rend="italic">June,</hi> in the Year 1687, having been thirty and five Years absent.</p>
            <p>When I came to <hi rend="italic">England,</hi> I was as perfect a Stranger to all the World, as if
               I had never been known there. My Benefactor and faithful Steward, who I had left in Trust with my Money, was alive; but had had great
               Misfortunes in the World; was become a Widow the second Time, and very low in the
               World: I made her easy as to what she ow'd me, assuring her, I would give her no
               Trouble; but on the contrary, in Gratitude to her former Care and Faithfulness to me,
               I reliev'd her as my little Stock would afford, which at that Time would indeed allow
               me to do but little for her; but I assur'd her, I would never forget her former
               Kindness to me; nor did I forget her, when I had sufficient to help her, as shall be
               observ'd in its Place.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="331"/>I went down afterwards into
               <hi rend="italic">Yorkshire</hi>; but my Father was dead, and my Mother, and all the Family extinct, except that I found two Sisters, and two of
               the Children of one of my Brothers; and as I had been long ago given over for dead,
               there had been no Provision made for me; so that in a Word, I found nothing to
               relieve, or assist me; and that little Money I had, would not do much for me, as to
               settling in the World.</p>
            <p>I met with one Piece of Gratitude indeed, which I did not expect; and this was, That
               the Master of the Ship, who I had so happily deliver'd, and by the same Means sav'd
               the Ship and Cargo, having given a very handsome Account to
               the Owners, of the Manner how I had sav'd the Lives of the Men, and the Ship, they
               invited me to meet them, and some other Merchants concern'd, and altogether made me a very handsome Compliment upon the
               Subject, and a Present of almost two hundred Pounds Sterling.</p>
            <p>But after making several Reflections upon the Circumstances of my Life, and how
               little way this would go towards settling me in the World, I resolv'd to go to <hi rend="italic">Lisbon,</hi> and see if I might not come
               by some Information of the State of my Plantation in the <hi rend="italic">Brasils,</hi> and of
               what was become of my Partner, who I had reason to suppose had some Years now given
               me over for dead.</p>
            <p>With this View I took Shipping for <hi rend="italic">Lisbon,</hi> where I arriv'd in <hi rend="italic">April</hi>
               following; my Man <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> accompanying me very
               honestly in all these Ramblings, and proving a most faithful Servant upon all Occasions.</p>
            <p>When I came to <hi rend="italic">Lisbon,</hi> I found out by Enquiry, and to my particular
               Satisfaction, my old Friend the Captain of the Ship, who first took me up at Sea, off
               of the Shore of <hi rend="italic">Africk:</hi> He was now <pb n="332"/>
               grown old, and had left off the Sea, having put his Son, who was far from a young
               Man, into his Ship; and who still used the <hi rend="italic">Brasil</hi> Trade. The old Man did not
               know me, and indeed, I hardly knew him; but I soon brought him to my Remembrance, and as soon brought my self to his Remembrance, when I told him who I was.</p>
            <p>After some passionate Expressions of the old Acquaintance, I
               enquir'd, you may be sure, after my Plantation and my Partner: The old Man told me he
               had not been in the <hi rend="italic">Brasils</hi> for about nine Years; but that he could assure
               me, that when he came away, my Partner was living, but the Trustees, who I had join'd
               with him to take Cognizance of my Part, were both dead; that however, he believ'd that I would have a very good Account of the
               Improvement of the Plantation; for that upon the general Belief of my being cast
               away, and drown'd, my Trustees had given in the Account of the Produce of my Part of
               the Plantation, to the Procurator Fiscal, who had appropriated it, in Case I never
               came to claim it; one Third to the King, and two Thirds to the Monastery of St.
                     <hi rend="italic">Augustine,</hi> to be expended for the Benefit of
               the Poor, and for the Conversion of the <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> to the Catholick Faith; but that if I appear'd, or any one for me, to
               claim the Inheritance, it should be restor'd; only that the Improvement, or Annual
               Production, being distributed to charitable Uses, could not be restor'd; but he
               assur'd me, that the Steward of the King's Revenue (from Lands) and the Proviedore, or Steward of the Monastery, had taken great Care all
               along, that the Incumbent, that is to say my Partner, gave every Year a faithful
               Account o, the Produce, of which they receiv'd duly my Moiety.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="333"/>I ask'd him if he knew to what height of Improvement he had brought the Plantation? And, Whether he
               thought it might be worth looking after? Or, Whether on my
               going thither, I should meet with no Obstruction to my Possessing my just Right in
               the Moiety?</p>
            <p>He told me, he could not tell exactly, to what Degree the Plantation was improv'd;
               but this he knew, that my Partner was grown exceeding Rich upon the enjoying but one
               half of it; and that to the best of his Remembrance, he had heard, that the King's
               Third of my Part, which was it seems granted away to some other Monastery, or
                  Religious House, amounted to above two hundred Moidores a Year; that as to my being restor'd to a quiet
               Possession of it, there was no question to be made of that, my Partner being alive to
               witness my Title, and my Name being also enrolled in the Register of the Country;
               also he told me, That the Survivors of my two Trustees, were very fair honest People,
               and very Wealthy; and he believ'd I would not only have their Assistance for putting
               me in Possession, but would find a very considerable Sum of Money in their Hands, for
               my Account; being the Produce of the Farm while their Fathers held the Trust, and
               before it was given up as above, which as he remember'd, was
               for about twelve Years.</p>
            <p>I shew'd my self a little concern'd, and uneasy at this Account, and enquir'd of the
               old Captain, How it came to pass, that the Trustees should thus dispose my Effects,
               when he knew that I had made my Will, and had made him, the <hi rend="italic">Portuguese</hi> Captain, my universal Heir, <hi rend="italic">&amp;c.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>He told me, that was true; but that as there was no Proof of my being dead, he could
               not act as Executor, until some certain Account should <pb n="334"/> come of my Death, and that besides, he was not willing
               to intermeddle with a thing so remote; that it was true he had registred my Will, and
               put in his Claim; and could he have given any Account of my being dead or alive, he
               would have acted by Procuration, and taken Possession of the <hi rend="italic">Ingenio,</hi> so
               they call'd the Sugar-House, and had given his Son, who was now at the
                  <hi rend="italic">Brasils,</hi> Order to do it.</p>
            <p>But, says the old Man, I have one Piece of News to tell you, which perhaps may not be
               so acceptable to you as the rest, and that is, That believing you were lost, and all
               the World believing so also, your Partner and Trustees did
                  offer to accompt to me in your Name, for six or eight of
               the first Years of Profits, which I receiv'd; but there being at the time, says he,
               great Disbursments for encreasing the Works, building an
                  <hi rend="italic">Ingenio,</hi> and buying Slaves, it did not amount to near so much as
               afterwards it produced: However, says the old Man, I shall give you a true Account of
               what I have received in all, and how I have disposed of it.</p>
            <p>After a few Days farther Conference with this ancient Friend, he brought me an
               Account of the six first Years Income of my Plantation, sign'd by my Partner and the
               Merchants Trustees, being always deliver'd in Goods,
                  <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> Tobacco in Roll, and Sugar in Chests, besides Rum, Molossus,
                  <hi rend="italic">&amp;c.</hi> which is the Consequence of a Sugar Work; and I found by this
               Account, that every Year the Income considerably encreased;
               but as above, the Disbursement being large, the Sum at first was small: However, the
               old Man let me see, that he was Debtor to me 470 Moidores of Gold, besides 60 Chests
               of Sugar, and 15 double Rolls of Tobacco which were lost in
               his Ship; he having been <pb n="335"/> Ship-wreck'd coming
               Home to <hi rend="italic">Lisbon</hi> about 11 Years after my leaving the Place.</p>
            <p>The good Man then began to complain of his Misfortunes, and how he had been obliged
               to make Use of my Money to recover his Losses, and buy him a Share in a new Ship:
               However, my old Friend, says he, you shall not want a Supply in your Necessity; and
               as soon as my Son returns, you shall be fully satisfy'd.</p>
            <p>Upon this, he pulls out an old Pouch, and gives me 160 <hi rend="italic">Portugal</hi> Moidores in
               Gold; and giving me the Writing of his Title to the Ship, which his Son was gone to
               the <hi rend="italic">Brasils</hi> in, of which he was a Quarter Part Owner, and his Son another, he puts them both into my Hands for Security of the rest.</p>
            <p>I was too much mov'd with the Honesty and Kindness of the poor Man, to be able to
               bear this; and remembring what he had done for me, how he had taken me up at Sea, and
               how generously he had used me on all Occasions, and particularly, how sincere a
               Friend he was now to me, I could hardly refrain Weeping at what he said to me:
               Therefore, first I asked him, if his Circumstances admitted him to spare so much
               Money at that time, and if it would not straiten him? He
               told me, he could not say but it might <ref target="straiten2_" corresp="straiten2">straiten him a little</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="straiten2" target="straiten2_">To make his financial situation tight.
                  Soure: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                            </note>; but however it was my Money, and I might
               want it more than he.</p>
            <p>Every thing the good Man said was full of Affection, and I
               could hardly refrain from Tears while he spoke: In short, I took 100 of the Moidores, and call'd for a Pen and Ink to give him a Receipt
               for them; then I returned him the rest, and told him, If ever I had Possession of the
               Plantation, I would return the other to him also, as indeed I afterwards did; and that as to the Bill of Sale of <pb n="336"/> his Part in his Son's Ship, I would not take it by any
               Means; but that if I wanted the Money, I found he was honest enough to pay me; and if
               I did not, but came to receive what he gave me reason to
               expect, I would never have a Penny more from him.</p>
            <p>When this was pass'd, the old Man began to ask me, If he should put me into a Method
               to make my Claim to my Plantation? I told him, I thought to go over to it my self: He
               said, I might do so if I pleas'd; but that if I did not, there were Ways enough to secure my Right, and immediately to appropriate the Profits to my Use; and as there were Ships in
               the River of <hi rend="italic">Lisbon,</hi> just ready to go away to <hi rend="italic">Brasil,</hi> he made me
               enter my Name in a Publick Register, with his Affidavit, affirming upon Oath that I
               was alive, and that I was the same Person who took up the Land for the Planting the
               said Plantation at first.</p>
            <p>This being regularly attested by a Notary, and a Procuration affix'd, he directed me
               to send it with a Letter of his Writing, to a Merchant of his Acquaintance at the
               Place, and then propos'd my staying with him till an Account came of the Return.</p>
            <p>Never any Thing was more honourable, than the Proceedings upon this Procuration; for
               in less than seven Months, I receiv'd a large Packet from the Survivors of my
               Trustees the Merchants, for whose Account I went to Sea, in which were the following
               particular Letters and Papers enclos'd.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">First,</hi> There was the Account Current of the Produce of my Farm, or
               Plantation, from the Year when their Fathers had ballanc'd with my old <hi rend="italic">Portugal</hi> Captain, being for six Years; the Ballance
               appear'd to be 1174 Moidores in my Favour.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="337"/>
               <hi rend="italic">Secondly,</hi> There was the Account of four Years more while they kept the
               Effects in their Hands, before the Government claim'd the Administration, as being
               the Effects of a Person not to be found, which they call'd <hi rend="italic">Civil Death</hi>; and
               the Ballance of this, the Value of the Plantation encreasing, amounted to Cruisadoes, which made 3241 Moidores.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Thirdly,</hi> There was the Prior of the <hi rend="italic">Augustin</hi>'s Account, who had
               receiv'd the Profits for above fourteen Years; but not being to account for what was
               dispos'd to the Hospital, very honestly declar'd he had 872
               Moidores not distributed, which he acknowledged to my Account, as to the King's Part,
               that refunded nothing.</p>
            <p>There was a Letter of my Partner's, congratulating me very
               affectionately upon my being alive, giving me an Account how the Estate was improv'd, and what it produced a Year, with a Particular of the Number of Squares or Acres that it contained;
               how planted, how many Slaves there were upon it, and making two and twenty Crosses
               for Blessings, told me he had said so many <hi rend="italic">Ave Marias</hi> to thank the Blessed
               Virgin that I was alive; inviting me very passionately to come over and take
               Possession of my own; and in the mean time to give him Orders to whom he should
                  deliver my Effects, if I did not come my self; concluding with a hearty Tender of his Friendship, and that of
               his Family, and sent me, as a Present, seven fine Leopard's Skins, which he had it
               seems received from <hi rend="italic">Africa,</hi> by some other Ship which he had sent thither,
               and who it seems had made a better Voyage than I: He sent me
               also five Chests of excellent Sweet-meats, and an hundred Pieces of Gold uncoin'd,
               not quite so large as Moidores.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="338"/>By the same Fleet, my two Merchant Trustees
               shipp'd me 1200 Chests of Sugar, 800 Rolls of Tobacco, and
               the rest of the whole Accompt in Gold.</p>
            <p>I might well say, now indeed, That the latter End of <hi rend="italic">Job</hi> was better than the
               Beginning. It is impossible to express here the Flutterings of my very Heart, when I
               look'd over these Letters, and especially when I found all my Wealth about me; for as
               the <hi rend="italic">Brasil</hi> Ships come all in Fleets, the same Ships which brought my
               Letters, brought my Goods; and the Effects were safe in the River before the Letters came to my Hand. In a Word, I turned pale, and grew sick;
               and had not the old Man run and fetch'd me a Cordial, I believe the sudden Surprize
               of Joy had overset Nature, and <ref target="would2_" corresp="would2">I
                  had</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="would2" target="would2_">'Would have.' Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi> </note> dy'd upon the Spot.</p>
            <p>Nay after that, I continu'd very ill, and was so some Hours, 'till a Physician being
               sent for, and something of the real Cause of my Illness being known, he order'd me to
               be let Blood; after which, I had Relief, and grew well: But I verily believe, if it
               had not been <ref target="humors_" corresp="humors">eas'd by a Vent given in that
                  Manner, to the Spirits</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="humors" target="humors_">Galenic theories of medicine proposed that illness was caused by
                  a disproportionate quantity of bad humors in the body, and to heal the person, one
                  needed to fix the imbalance. To do this, techniques such as bloodletting were used
                  to drain the excess humors and restore equilibrium. Source: Wikipedia</note>, I
               should have dy'd.</p>
            <p>I was now Master, all on a Sudden, of above 5000 <hi rend="italic">l. Sterling</hi> in Money, and
               had an Estate, as I might well call it, in the <hi rend="italic">Brasils,</hi> of above a thousand
               Pounds a Year, as sure as an Estate of Lands in <hi rend="italic">England</hi>: And in a Word, I
               was in a Condition which I scarce knew how to understand, or how to compose my self,
               for the Enjoyment of it.</p>
            <p>The first thing I did, was to recompense my original
               Benefactor, my good old Captain, who had been first charitable to me in my Distress,
               kind to me in my Beginning, and honest to me at the End: I shew'd him all that was
               sent me, I <pb n="339"/> told him, that next to the
               Providence of Heaven, which disposes all things, it was owing to him; and that it now
               lay on me to reward him, which I would do a hundred fold: So I first return'd to him
               the hundred Moidores I had receiv'd of him, then I sent for a Notary, and caused him
               to draw up a general Release or Discharge for the 470 Moidores, which he had
               acknowledg'd he ow'd me in the fullest and firmest Manner possible; after which, I caused a Procuration to be drawn, impowering
               him to be my Receiver of the annual Profits of my Plantation, and appointing my
                  Partner to accompt to him, and make the Returns by the
               usual Fleets to him in my Name; and a Clause in the End, being a Grant of 100
               Moidores a Year to him, during his Life, out of the Effects, and 50 Moidores a Year
               to his Son after him, for his Life: And thus I requited my old Man.</p>
            <p>I was now to consider which Way to steer my Course next; and what to do with the
               Estate that Providence had thus put into my Hands; and indeed I had more Care upon my Head now, than I had in my silent State of Life in the
               Island, where I wanted nothing but what I had, and had nothing but what I wanted:
               Whereas I had now a great Charge upon me, and my Business was how to secure it. I had
               ne'er a Cave now to hide my Money in, or a Place where it might lye without Lock or
               Key, 'till it grew mouldy and tarnish'd before any Body would meddle with it: On the
               contrary, I knew not where to put it, or who to trust with it. My old Patron, the
                  Captain, indeed was honest, and that was the only Refuge I had.</p>
            <p>In the next Place, my Interest in the <hi rend="italic">Brasils</hi> seem'd to summon me thither,
               but now I could not tell, how to think of going thither, 'till I had <pb n="340"/> settled my Affairs, and left my Effects in some safe
               Hands behind me. At first I thought of my old Friend the Widow, who I knew was
               honest, and would be just to me; but then she was in Years, and but poor, and for
               ought I knew, might be in Debt; so that in a Word, I had no Way but to go back to
                  <hi rend="italic">England</hi> my self, and take my Effects with me.</p>
            <p>It was some Months however before I resolved upon this; and therefore, as I had
               rewarded the old Captain fully, and to his Satisfaction, who had been my former
               Benefactor, so I began to think of my poor Widow, whose Husband had been my first
               Benefactor, and she, while it was in her Power, my faithful Steward and Instructor.
               So the first thing I did, I got a Merchant in <hi rend="italic">Lisbon</hi> to write to his
               Correspondent in <hi rend="italic">London,</hi> not only to pay a Bill, but to go find her out, and
               carry her in Money, an hundred Pounds from me, and to talk
               with her, and comfort her in her Poverty, by telling her she
               should, if I liv'd, have a further Supply: At the same time
               I sent my two Sisters in the Country, each of them an Hundred Pounds, they being,
               though not in Want, yet not in very good Circumstances; one having been marry'd, and
               left a Widow; and the other having a Husband not so kind to
               her as he should be.</p>
            <p>But among all my Relations, or Acquaintances, I could not yet pitch upon one, to whom
               I durst commit the Gross of my Stock, that I might go away
               to the <hi rend="italic">Brasils,</hi> and leave things safe behind me; and this greatly perplex'd
               me.</p>
            <p>I had once a Mind to have gone to the <hi rend="italic">Brasils,</hi> and have settled my self
               there; for I was, as it were, naturaliz'd to the Place; but I had some little Scruple, in my Mind about Religion, which insensibly drew me back, of which I shall say <pb n="341"/> more presently. However, it was not Religion that kept
               me from going there for the present; and as I had made no Scruple of being openly of
               the Religion of the Country, all the while I was among them, so neither did I yet;
               only that now and then having of late thought more of it, (than formerly) when I
               began to think of living and dying among them, I began to regret my having profess'd
               my self a <ref target="papist_" corresp="papist">Papist</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="papist" target="papist_">A derogatory term
                  for Roman Catholics. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                            </note>, and thought it
               might not be the best Religion to die with.</p>
            <p>But, as I have said, this was not the main thing that kept me from going to the
                  <hi rend="italic">Brasils,</hi> but that really I did not know with
               whom to leave my Effects behind me; so I resolv'd at last to go to <hi rend="italic">England</hi>
               with it, where, if I arrived, I concluded I should make some Acquaintance, or find
               some Relations that would be faithful to me; and according I prepar'd to go for <hi rend="italic">England</hi> with all my Wealth.</p>
            <p>In order to prepare things for my going Home, I first, the <hi rend="italic">Brasil</hi> Fleet
               being just going away, resolved to give Answers suitable to the just and faithful
                  Account of things I had from thence; and first to the
               Prior of St. <hi rend="italic">Augustine</hi> I wrote a Letter full of Thanks for their just
               Dealings, and the Offer of the 872 Moidores, which was indisposed of, which I desir'd might be given 500 to the Monastery, and 372 to the
               Poor, as the Prior should direct, desiring the good
                  <hi rend="italic">Padres</hi> Prayers for me, and the like.</p>
            <p>I wrote next a Letter of Thanks to my two Trustees, with all the Acknowledgment that
               so much Justice and Honesty call'd for; as for sending them
               any Present, they were far above having any Occasion of it.</p>
            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Lastly,</hi> I wrote to my Partner, acknowledging his Industry in the Improving
               the Plantation, and his Integrity in encreasing the Stock of the Works, giving him
               Instructions for his future Government <pb n="342"/> of my Part, according to the Powers I had left with my
               old Patron, to whom I desir'd him to send whatever became due to me, 'till he should
               hear from me more particularly; assuring him that it was my Intention, not only to
               come to him, but to settle my self there for the Remainder of my Life: To this I
               added a very handsom Present of some <hi rend="italic">Italian</hi> Silks for his Wife, and two
               Daughters, for such the Captain's Son inform'd me he had; with two Pieces of fine
                  <hi rend="italic">English</hi> broad Cloath, the best I could get in <hi rend="italic">Lisbon,</hi> five
               Pieces of black <ref target="baize_" corresp="baize">Bays</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="baize" target="baize_">Baize, a coarse
                  woolen cloth now commonly used on billiard tables. Source: Oxford English
                  Dictionary</note>, and some <hi rend="italic">Flanders</hi> Lace of a good Value.</p>
            <p>Having thus settled my Affairs, sold my Cargoe, and turn'd
               all my Effects into good Bills of Exchange, my next Difficulty was, which Way to go
               to <hi rend="italic">England</hi>: I had been accustom'd enough to the Sea, and yet I had a strange
               Aversion to going to <hi rend="italic">England</hi> by Sea at that time; and though I could give no
               Reason for it, yet the Difficulty encreas'd upon me so much, that though I had once
               shipp'd my Baggage, in order to go, yet I alter'd my Mind, and that not once, but two
               or three times.</p>
            <p>It is true, I had been very unfortunate by Sea, and this might be some of the Reason:
               But let no Man slight the strong Impulses of his own Thoughts in Cases of such
               Moment: Two of the Ships which I had singl'd out to go in, I mean, more particularly
               singl'd out than any other, that is to say, so as in one of them to put my things on
               Board, and in the other to have agreed with the Captain; I say, two of these Ships
               miscarry'd, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> One was taken by the <ref target="algerine_" corresp="algerine">
                                <hi rend="italic">Algerine</hi>
                            </ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="algerine" target="algerine_">People from Algeria. Source: Oxford English
                  Dictionary</note>, and the other was cast away on the <hi rend="italic">Start</hi> near <ref target="toray_" corresp="toray">
                                <hi rend="italic">Torbay</hi>
                            </ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="toray" target="toray_">A borough in Devon
                  in the souther coast of England. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                            </note>, and all
               the People drown'd except three; so that in either of those Vessels I had been made
               miserable; and in which most, it was hard to say.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="343"/>Having been thus harass'd in my Thoughts, my
               old Pilot, to whom I communicated every thing, press'd me earnestly not to go by Sea,
               but either to go by Land to the <ref target="groin_" corresp="groin">
                                <hi rend="italic">Groyne</hi>
                            </ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="groin" target="groin_">A rigid hydraulic structure built from a bank that interrupts
                  water flow and limits the movement of sediment. Source: Oxford English
                  Dictionary</note>, and cross over the <ref target="biscay_" corresp="biscay">Bay
                  of <hi rend="italic">Biscay</hi>
                            </ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="biscay" target="biscay_">A bay off the coast of Europe, adjacent to France and Spain.
                  Source: Oxford English Dictioary</note> to <ref target="rochelle_" corresp="rochelle">
                                <hi rend="italic">Rochell</hi>
                            </ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="rochelle" target="rochelle_"> La Rochelle, a seaport city in France
                  adjacent to the Bay of Biscay. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                            </note>, from
               whence it was but an easy and safe Journey by Land to <hi rend="italic">Paris,</hi> and so to
                  <hi rend="italic">Calais</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Dover</hi>; or to go up to <hi rend="italic">Madrid,</hi> and so all the
               Way by Land thro' <hi rend="italic">France.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>In a Word, I was so prepossess'd against my goingt by Sea at all, except from
                  <hi rend="italic">Calais</hi> to <hi rend="italic">Dover,</hi> that I resolv'd to travel all the Way by Land;
               which as I was not in Haste, and did not value the Charge, was by much the pleasanter
               Way; and to make it more so, my old Captain brought an <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Gentleman, the Son of a Merchant in <hi rend="italic">Lisbon,</hi> who was willing
               to travel with me: After which, we pick'd up two more <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Merchants
               also, and two young <hi rend="italic">Portuguese</hi> Gentlemen, the last going to <hi rend="italic">Paris</hi>
               only; so that we were in all six of us, and five Servants; the two Merchants and the
               two <hi rend="italic">Portuguese,</hi> contenting themselves with one Servant, between two, to save the Charge; and as for me, I got an <hi rend="italic">English</hi>
               Sailor to travel with me as a Servant, besides my Man <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> who was too
               much a Stranger to be capable of supplying the Place of a Servant on the Road.</p>
            <p>In this Manner I set out from <hi rend="italic">Lisbon</hi>; and our Company being all very well
               mounted and armed, we made a little Troop, whereof they did me the Honour to call me
               Captain, as well because I was the oldest Man, as because I had two Servants, and indeed was the <ref target="cause_" corresp="cause">Original</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#AJB" xml:id="cause" target="cause_"> Cause </note> of the whole Journey.</p>
            <p>As I have troubled you with none of my Sea-Journals, so I shall trouble you now with
               none of my Land-Journal: But some Adventures that happen'd
                  <pb n="344"/> to us in this tedious and difficult
               Journey, I must not omit.</p>
            <p>When we came to <hi rend="italic">Madrid,</hi> we being all of us Strangers to <hi rend="italic">Spain,</hi> were
               willing to stay some time to see the Court of <hi rend="italic">Spain,</hi> and to see what was
               worth observing; but it being the latter Part of the Summer, we hasten'd away, and
               set out from <hi rend="italic">Madrid</hi> about the Middle of <hi rend="italic">October</hi>: But when we came
               to the Edge of <hi rend="italic">Navarre,</hi> we were alarm'd at several Towns on the Way, with an
               Account, that so much Snow was fallen on the <hi rend="italic">French</hi> Side of the Mountains,
               that several Travellers were obliged to come back to <ref target="pamplona_" corresp="pamplona">
                                <hi rend="italic">Pampeluna</hi>
                            </ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="pamplona" target="pamplona_">Pamplona is the capital city of Navarre, an
                  autonomous community within Spain. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi> </note>,
               after having attempted, at an extream Hazard, to pass
               on.</p>
            <p>When we came to <hi rend="italic">Pampeluna</hi> it self, we found it so indeed; and to me that had
               been always used to a hot Climate, and indeed to Countries where we could scarce bear
               any Cloaths on, the Cold was insufferable; nor indeed was it more painful than it was
               surprising, to come but ten Days before out of the old
               Castile where the Weather was not only warm but very hot, and immediately to feel a
               Wind from the <hi rend="italic">Pyrenean</hi> Mountains, so very keen, so
               severely cold, as to be intollerable, and to endanger benumbing and perishing of our
               Fingers and Toes.</p>
            <p>Poor <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> was really frighted when he saw the Mountains all cover'd with
               Snow, and felt cold Weather, which he had never seen or felt before in his Life.</p>
            <p>To mend the Matter, when we came to <hi rend="italic">Pampeluna,</hi> it
               continued snowing with so much Violence, and so long, that
               the People said, Winter was come before its time, and the Roads which were difficult
               before, were now quite impassable: For in a Word, the Snow lay in some Places too
               thick for us to travel; and being not hard frozen, as <pb n="345"/> is the Case in Northern Countries: There was no going
               without being in Danger of being bury'd alive every Step. We stay'd no less than
               twenty Days at <hi rend="italic">Pampeluna</hi>; when seeing the Winter coming on, and no Likelihood of its being better; for it was the severest Winter all
               over <hi rend="italic">Europe</hi> that had been known in the Memory of Man. I propos'd that we
               should all go away to <ref target="fonterabia_" corresp="fonterabia">
                                <hi rend="italic">Fonterabia</hi>
                            </ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="fonterabia" target="fonterabia_">Fuenterrabia or Hondarribia, a town on
                  the west shore of the Bidasoa River's mouth in Spain. Source: Oxford English
                  Dictionary</note>, and there take Shipping for <ref target="bourdeaux_" corresp="bourdeaux">
                                <hi rend="italic">Bourdeaux</hi>
                            </ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="bourdeaux" target="bourdeaux_">A port city on the Garonne River in the
                  southwest France. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                            </note>, which was a very
               little Voyage.</p>
            <p>But while we were considering this, there came in four <hi rend="italic">French</hi> Gentlemen, who
               having been stopp'd on the <hi rend="italic">French</hi> Side of the Passes, as we were on the
                  <hi rend="italic">Spanish,</hi> had found out a Guide, who traversing
               the Country near the Head of <ref target="languedoc_" corresp="languedoc">
                                <hi rend="italic">Languedoc</hi>
                            </ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="languedoc" target="languedoc_">A territory in the south of France. Source:
                  <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                            </note>, had brought them over the Mountains by such
               Ways, that they were not much incommoded with the Snow; and where they met with Snow
               in any Quantity, they said it was frozen hard enough to bear them and their
               Horses.</p>
            <p>We sent for this Guide, who told us, he would undertake to carry us the same Way with
               no Hazard from the Snow, provided we were armed sufficiently
               to protect our selves from wild Beasts; for he said, upon these great Snows, it was
                  frequent for some Wolves to show themselves at the Foot
               of the Mountains, being made ravenous for Want of Food, the Ground being covered with
               Snow: We told him, we were well enough prepar'd for such Creatures as they were, if
               he would ensure us from <ref target="wolves_" corresp="wolves">a Kind of two-legged
                  Wolves</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="wolves" target="wolves_">Crusoe wryly alludes to the Catholic authorities, the agents of the Inquisition.
               </note>, which we were told, we were in most Danger from, <ref target="inquisition_" corresp="inquisition">especially on the <hi rend="italic">French</hi> Side of the
                  Mountains</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="inquisition" target="inquisition_">The Spanish Inquisition was actually just one of a series of
                  Catholic inquisitions in Europe, which began with the Inquisition in the south of
                  France by Pope Lucius III at the end of the 12th century. Source:
               Wikipedia</note>. </p>
            <p>He satisfy'd us there was no Danger of that kind in the Way that we were to go; so we
               readily agreed to follow him, as did also twelve other Gentlemen, <pb n="346"/> with their
               Servants, some <hi rend="italic">French,</hi> some <hi rend="italic">Spanish</hi>; who,
               as I said, had attempted to go, and were oblig'd to come back again.</p>
            <p>Accordingly, we all set out from <hi rend="italic">Pampeluna,</hi> with our Guide, on the fifteenth
               of <hi rend="italic">November</hi>; and indeed, I was surpriz'd, when
               instead of going forward, he came directly back with us, on
               the same Road that we came from <hi rend="italic">Madrid,</hi> above twenty Miles; when being
               pass'd two Rivers, and come into the plain Country, we found our selves in a warm
               Climate again, where the Country was pleasant, and no Snow
               to be seen; but on a sudden, turning to his left, he approach'd the Mountains another
               Way; and though it is true, the Hills and Precipices look'd dreadful, yet he made so
               many <ref target="detour_" corresp="detour">Tours</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="detour" target="detour_">Detours. Source:
                  <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                            </note>, such Meanders, and led us by such winding Ways, that we were insensibly pass'd the Height of the
               Mountains, without being much incumbred with the Snow; and all on a sudden, he shew'd
               us the pleasant fruitful Provinces of <hi rend="italic">Languedoc</hi> and
                  <hi rend="italic">Gascoign,</hi> all green and flourishing; tho' indeed it was at a great
               Distance, and we had some rough Way to pass yet.</p>
            <p>We were a little uneasy however, when we found it snow'd one whole Day, and a Night,
               so fast, that we could not travel; but he bid us be easy, we should soon be past it
               all: We found indeed, that we began to descend every Day, and to come more
                  <hi rend="italic">North</hi> than before; and so depending upon our Guide, we went on.</p>
            <p>It was about two Hours before Night, when our Guide being something before us, and
               not just in Sight, out rushed three monstrous Wolves, and after them a Bear, out of a
               hollow Way, adjoyning to a thick Wood; two of the Wolves
               flew upon the Guide, and had he been half a Mile before us,
               he had been devour'd indeed, before we could <pb n="347"/>
               have help'd him: One of them fastned upon his Horse, and the other attack'd the Man
               with that Violence, that he had not Time, or not Presence of Mind enough to draw his
               Pistol, but hollow'd and cry'd out to us most lustily; my Man <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> being
               next me, I bid him ride up, and see what was the Matter; as soon as <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi>
               came in Sight of the Man, he hollow'd as loud as t'other, <hi rend="italic">O Master! O Master!</hi> But like a bold Fellow, rode directly up to the poor Man, and with his Pistol shot the Wolf
               that attack'd him into the Head.</p>
            <p>It was happy for the poor Man, that it was my Man <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi>; for he having been
               us'd to that kind of Creature in his Country, had no Fear upon him; but went close up
               to him, and shot him as above; whereas any of us, would have fir'd at a farther
               Distance, and have perhaps either miss'd the Wolf, or endanger'd shooting the
               Man.</p>
            <p>But it was enough to have terrify'd a bolder Man than I, and indeed it alarm'd all
               our Company, when with the Noise of <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi>'s
               Pistol, we heard on both Sides the dismallest Howling of Wolves, and the Noise
               redoubled by the Eccho of the Mountains, that it was to us as if there had been a
               prodigious Multitude of them; and perhaps indeed there was not such a Few, as that we
               had no cause of Apprehensions.</p>
            <p>However, as <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> had kill'd this Wolf, the other
               that had fastned upon the Horse, left him immediately, and
               fled; having happily fastned upon his Head, where the Bosses of the Bridle had stuck
               in his Teeth; so that he had not done him much Hurt: The Man indeed was most Hurt;
               for the raging Creature had bit him twice, once on the Arm, and the other Time a
               little above his Knee; and he was just as it were tumbling down by the <pb n="348"/> Disorder of his Horse, when <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> came up
               and shot the Wolf.</p>
            <p>It is easy to suppose, that at the Noise of <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi>'s Pistol, we all mended our Pace, and rid up as fast as the Way (which was
               very difficult) would give us leave, to see what was the Matter; as soon as we came
               clear of the Trees, which blinded us before, we saw clearly what had been the Case,
               and how <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> had disengag'd the poor Guide; though we did not presently
               discern what kind of Creature it was he had kill'd.</p>
            <head> <ref target="Audio22_" corresp="Audio22">[Audio File]</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Audio22" target="Audio22_">
                                <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/defoe-crusoe/soundFiles/robinsoncrusoe_22_defoe_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Mark F. Smith</note>
                        </head>
            <p>But never was a Fight manag'd so hardily, and in such a surprizing Manner, as that
               which follow'd between <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> and the Bear, which gave us all (though at
               first we were surpriz'd and afraid for him) the greatest Diversion imaginable: As the
               Bear is a heavy, clumsey Creature, and does not gallop as the Wolf does, who is
               swift, and light; so he has two particular Qualities, which generally are the Rule of
               his Actions; First, As to Men, who are not his proper Prey; I say, not his proper
               Prey; because tho' I cannot say what excessive Hunger might do, which was now their
               Case, the Ground being all cover'd with Snow; but as to Men, he does not usually attempt them, unless they first attack him: On the
               contrary, if you meet him in the Woods, if you don't meddle with him, he won't meddle
               with you; but then you must take Care to be very Civil to him, and give him the Road;
               for he is a very nice Gentleman, he won't go a Step out of his Way for a Prince; nay,
               if you are really afraid, your best way is to look another Way, and keep going on;
               for sometimes if you stop, and stand still, and look steadily at him, he takes it for
               an Affront; but if you throw or toss any Thing at him, and it hits him, though it
               were but a bit of a Stick, as big as your Finger, he takes it for an Affront, and
               sets all <pb n="349"/> his other Business aside to pursue
               his Revenge; for he will have Satisfaction in Point of Honour; that is his first
               Quality: The next is, That if he be once affronted, he will never leave you, Night or
               Day, till he has his Revenge; but follows at a good round rate, till he overtakes
               you.</p>
            <p>My Man <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> had deliver'd our Guide, and when we came up to him, he was
               helping him off from his Horse; for the Man was both hurt and frighted, and indeed,
               the last more than the first; when on the sudden, we spy'd the Bear come out of the
               Wood, and a vast monstrous One it was, the biggest by far that ever I saw: We were
               all a little surpriz'd, when we saw him; but when <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> saw him, it was
               easy to see Joy and Courage in the Fellow's Countenance; <hi rend="italic">O! O! O!</hi> Says
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> three Times, pointing to him; <hi rend="italic">O</hi> Master! <hi rend="italic">You give me
                  te Leave! Me shakee te Hand with him: Me make you good laugh.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>I was surpriz'd to see the Fellow so pleas'd; <hi rend="italic">You Fool you,</hi> says I, <hi rend="italic">he
                  will eat you up! Eatee me up! Eatee me up!</hi> Says <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> twice over
               again; <hi rend="italic">Me eatee him up; me makee you good laugh: You all stay here, me show you
                  good laugh</hi>; so down he sits, and gets his Boots off in a Moment, and put on a
               Pair of Pumps (as we call the flat Shoes they wear) and which he had in his Pocket,
               gives my other Servant his Horse, and with his Gun away he flew swift like the
               Wind.</p>
            <p>The Bear was walking softly on, and offer'd to meddle with no Body, till
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> coming pretty near, calls to him, as if the Bear could understand
               him; <hi rend="italic">Hark ye, hark ye,</hi> says <hi rend="italic">Friday, me speakee wit you:</hi> We follow'd
               at a Distance; for now being come down on the <hi rend="italic">Gascoign</hi> side of the Mountains, we were entred a vast great Forest, where the Country
               was plain, and pretty open, though many Trees in it scatter'd here and there.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="350"/>
               <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> who had as we say, the Heels of the Bear, came up with him quickly,
               and takes up a great Stone, and throws at him, and hit him just on the Head; but did
               him no more harm, than if he had thrown it against a Wall; but it answer'd
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi>'s End; for the Rogue was so void of Fear, that he did it purely to
               make the Bear follow him, and show us some Laugh as he call'd it.</p>
            <p>As soon as the Bear felt the Stone, and saw him, he turns about, and comes after him,
               taking Devilish long Strides, and shuffling along at a
               strange Rate, so as would have put a Horse to a middling Gallop; away runs <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> and takes his Course, as if he run towards us for
               Help; so we all resolv'd to fire at once upon the Bear, and deliver my Man; though I
               was angry at him heartily, for bringing the Bear back upon us, when he was going
               about his own Business another Way; and especially I was angry that he had turn'd the
               Bear upon us, and then run away; and I call'd out, <hi rend="italic">You Dog,</hi> said I, <hi rend="italic">is
                  this your making us laugh? Come away, and take your Horse, that we may shoot the
                  Creature </hi>; he hears me, and crys out, <hi rend="italic">No shoot, no shoot, stand still,
                  you get much Laugh.</hi> And as the nimble Creature run two Foot for the Beast's
               one, he turn'd on a sudden, on one side of us, and seeing a great Oak-Tree, fit for
               his Purpose, he beckon'd to us to follow, and doubling his
               Pace, he gets nimbly up the Tree, laying his Gun down upon the Ground, at about five
               or six Yards from the Bottom of the Tree.</p>
            <p>The Bear soon came to the Tree, and we follow'd at a
               Distance; the first Thing he did, he stopp'd at the Gun, smelt to it, but let it lye,
               and up he scrambles into the Tree, climbing like a Cat, though so monstrously heavy:
               I was amaz'd at the Folly, as I thought it, of my Man, and could not for my Life see
               any Thing to laugh at yet, till seeing <pb n="351"/> the Bear get up the Tree, we all rod nearer to
               him.</p>
            <p>When we came to the Tree, there was <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> got out to the small End of a
               large Limb of the Tree, and the Bear got about half way to him; as soon as the Bear
               got out to that part where the Limb of the Tree was weaker, <hi rend="italic">Ha,</hi> says he to
               us, <hi rend="italic">now you see me teachee the Bear dance</hi>; so he falls a jumping and shaking
               the Bough, at which the Bear began to totter, but stood still, and begun to look
               behind him, to see how he should get back; then indeed we did laugh heartily: But
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> had not done with him by a great deal; when he sees him stand
               still, he calls out to him again, as if he had suppos'd the Bear could speak
                  <hi rend="italic">English; What you no come farther, pray you come farther</hi>; so he left
                  jumping and shaking the Trees; and the Bear, just as if
               he had understood what he said, did come a little further, then he fell a jumping
               again, and the Bear stopp'd again.</p>
            <p>We thought now was a good time to knock him on the Head, and call'd to
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> to stand still, and we would shoot the Bear; but he cry'd out
               earnestly, <hi rend="italic">O pray! O pray! No shoot, me shoot, by and then</hi>; he would have
               said, <hi rend="italic">By and by</hi>: However, to shorten the Story, <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> danc'd so
               much, and the Bear stood so ticklish, that we had laughing enough indeed, but still
               could not imagine what the Fellow would do; for first we thought he depended upon shaking the Bear off; and we found the Bear was
               too cunning for that too; for he would not go out far enough to be thrown down, but
               clings fast with his great broad Claws and Feet, so that we could not imagine what
               would be the End of it, and where the Jest would be at last.</p>
            <p>
               <pb n="352"/>But <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> put us out of doubt
               quickly; for seeing the Bear cling fast to the Bough, and that he would not be
               perswaded to come any farther; <hi rend="italic">Well, well,</hi> says <hi rend="italic">Friday, you no come
                  farther, me go, me go; you no come to me, me go come to you</hi>; and upon this,
               he goes out to the smallest End of the Bough, where it would bend with his Weight,
               and gently lets himself down by it, sliding down the Bough, till he came near enough
               to jump down on his Feet, and away he run to his Gun, takes it up, and stands
               still.</p>
            <p>Well, said I to him <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> What will you do now? Why don't you shoot him?
                  <hi rend="italic">No shoot,</hi> says <hi rend="italic">Friday, no yet, me shoot now, me no kill; me stay,
                  give you one more laugh</hi>; and indeed so he did, as you will see presently; for
               when the Bear see his Enemy gone, he comes back from the
               Bough where he stood; but did it mighty leisurely, looking behind him every Step, and
               coming backward till he got into the Body of the Tree; then with the same hinder End
               foremost, he came down the Tree, grasping it with his Claws, and moving one Foot at a
               Time, very leisurely; at this Juncture, and just before he could set his hind Feet
               upon the Ground, <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> stept up close to him, clapt the Muzzle of his Piece
               into his Ear, and shot him dead as a Stone.</p>
            <p>Then the Rogue turn'd about, to see if we did not laugh, and when he saw we were
               pleas'd by our Looks, he falls a laughing himself very loud; <hi rend="italic">so we kill Bear in
                  my Country,</hi> says <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi>; so you kill them, says I, Why you have no
               Guns: <hi rend="italic">No,</hi> says he, <hi rend="italic">no Gun, but shoot, great much long Arrow.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>This was indeed a good Diversion to us; but we were still in a wild Place, and our
               Guide very much hurt, and what to do we hardly knew; the Howling of Wolves run much
               in my Head; and indeed, <pb n="353"/> except the Noise I once heard on the Shore of
                  <placeName type="tgn" key="7001242">
                                <hi rend="italic">Africa,</hi>
                            </placeName> of which I have said something already. I never heard any thing
               that filled me with so much Horrour.</p>
            <p>These things, and the Approach of Night, called us off, or
               else, as <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> would have had us, we should certainly have taken the Skin
               of this monstrous Creature off, which was worth saving; but we had three Leagues to
               go, and our Guide hasten'd us, so we left him, and went forward on our Journey.</p>
            <p>The Ground was still cover'd with Snow, tho' not so deep and dangerous as on the
               Mountains, and the ravenous Creatures, as we heard afterwards, were come down into the Forest and plain Country, press'd by Hunger to seek
               for Food; and had done a great deal of Mischief in the Villages, where they surpriz'd
               the Country People, kill'd a great many of their Sheep and Horses, and some People
               too.</p>
            <p>We had one dangerous Place to pass, which our Guide told us, if there were any more
               Wolves in the Country, we should find them there; and this was in a small Plain,
               surrounded with Woods on every Side, and a long narrow Defile or Lane, which we were
               to pass to get through the Wood, and then we should come to the Village where we were
               to lodge.</p>
            <p>It was within half an Hour of Sun-set when we entred the first Wood; and a little
               after Sun-set, when we came into the Plain, we met with nothing in the first Wood, except, that in a little Plain within the Wood, which was
               not above two Furlongs over, we saw five great Wolves cross the Road, full Speed one
               after another, as if they had been in Chase of some Prey, and had it in View, <pb n="354"/> they took no Notice of us, and were gone, and
               out of our Sight in a few Moments.</p>
            <p>Upon this our Guide, who by the Way was a wretched faint-hearted Fellow, bid us keep
               in a ready Posture; for he believed there were more Wolves a coming.</p>
            <p>We kept our Arms ready, and our Eyes about us, but we saw no more Wolves, 'till we
               came thro' that Wood, which was near half a League, and entred the Plain; as soon as we came into the Plain, we had Occasion enough to look
               about us: The first Object we met with, was a dead Horse; that is to say, a poor
               Horse which the Wolves had kill'd, and at least a Dozen of them at Work; we could not
               say eating of him, but picking of his Bones rather; for they had eaten up all the
               Flesh before.</p>
            <p>We did not think fit to disturb them at their Feast, neither did they take much
               Notice of us: <hi rend="italic">Friday</hi> would have let fly at them, but I would not suffer him
               by any Means; for I found we were like to have more Business upon our Hands than we
               were aware of. We were not gone half over the Plain, but we began to hear the Wolves
               howl in the Wood on our Left, in a frightful Manner, and
               presently after we saw about a hundred coming on directly towards us, all in a Body,
               and most of them in a Line, as regularly as an Army drawn up by experienc'd Officers.
               I scarce knew in what Manner to receive them; but found to draw our selves in a close
               Line was the only Way: so we form'd in a Moment: But that we might not have too much
               Interval, I order'd, that only every other Man should fire,
               and that the others who had not fir'd should stand ready to
               give them a second Volley immediately, if they continued to advance upon us, and that
               then <pb n="355"/> those who had fir'd at first, should not
               pretend to load their <ref target="fusee_" corresp="fusee">Fusees</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="fusee" target="fusee_">Light muskets or
                  firelocks. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                            </note> again, but stand ready with
               every one a Pistol; for we were all arm'd with a Fusee, and a Pair of Pistols each
               Man; so we were by this Method able to fire six Volleys, half of us at a Time;
               however, at present we had no Necessity; for upon firing the
               first Volley, the Enemy made a full Stop, being terrify'd as well with the Noise, as
               with the Fire; four of them being shot into the Head, dropp'd, several others were
                  wounded, and went bleeding off, as we could see by the
               Snow: I found they stopp'd, but did not immediately retreat;
               whereupon remembring that I had been told, that the fiercest Creatures were terrify'd at the Voice of a Man, I caus'd all our Company to hollow as loud as we could; and I found the Notion
               not altogether mistaken; for upon our Shout, they began to retire, and turn about;
               then I order'd a second Volley to be fir'd, in their Rear, which put them to the
               Gallop, and away they went to the Woods.</p>
            <p>This gave us leisure to charge our Pieces again, and that we might loose no Time, we
               kept going; but we had but little more than loaded our Fusees, and put our selves
               into a Readiness, when we heard a terrible Noise in the same Wood, on our Left, only
               that it was farther onward the same Way we were to go.</p>
            <p>The Night was coming on, and the Light began to be dusky,
               which made it worse on our Side; but the Noise encreasing, we could easily perceive
               that it was the Howling and Yelling of those hellish
               Creatures; and on a sudden, we perceiv'd 2 or 3 Troops of Wolves, one on our Left,
               one behind us, and one on our Front; so that we seem'd to be surrounded with 'em;
               however, as they did not fall upon us, we kept our Way forward, as fast as <pb n="356"/> we could make our Horses go, which the Way
                  being very rough, was only a good large Trot; and in this
               Manner we came in View of the Entrance of a Wood, through which we were to pass, at
               the farther Side of the Plain; but we were greatly surpriz'd, when coming nearer the Lane, or Pass, we saw a confus'd Number of Wolves
               standing just at the Entrance.</p>
            <p>On a sudden, at another opening of the Wood, we heard the Noise of a Gun; and looking
               that Way, out rush'd a Horse, with a Saddle, and a Bridle on him, flying like the
               Wind, and sixteen or seventeen Wolves after him, full Speed; indeed, the Horse had
               the Heels of them; but as we suppos'd that he could not hold
               it at that rate, we doubted not but they would get up with him at last, and no
               question but they did.</p>
            <p>But here we had a most horrible Sight; for riding up to the
               Entrance where the Horse came out, we found the Carcass of another Horse, and of two
               Men, devour'd by the ravenous Creatures, and one of the Men was no doubt the same who
               we heard fir'd the Gun; for there lay a Gun just by him, fir'd off; but as to the
               Man, his Head, and the upper Part of his Body was eaten up.</p>
            <p>This fill'd us with Horror, and we knew not what Course to take, but the Creatures
               resolv'd us soon; for they gather'd about us presently, in hopes of Prey; and I
               verily believe there were three hundred of them: It happen'd
               very much to our Advantage, that at the Entrance into the
               Wood, but a little Way from it, there lay some large Timber Trees, which had been cut
               down the Summer before, and I suppose lay there for <ref target="carriage_" corresp="carriage">Carriage</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="carriage" target="carriage_">To be carried
                  elsewhere. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi> </note>; I drew my little Troop in
               among those Trees, and placing our selves in a Line, behind one long Tree, I advis'd them all to light, and keeping that Tree before <pb n="357"/> us, for a <ref target="breastwork_" corresp="breastwork">Breast Work</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="breastwork" target="breastwork_">A
                  makeshift fortification or defense. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                            </note>, to
               stand in a Triangle, or three Fronts, enclosing our Horses
               in the Center.</p>
            <p>We did so, and it was well we did; for never was a more furious Charge than the
               Creatures made upon us in the Place; they came on us with a growling kind of a Noise
               (and mounted the Piece of Timber, which as I said, was our Breast Work) as if they
               were only rushing upon their Prey; and this Fury of theirs, it seems, was principally
                  occasion'd by their seeing our Horses behind us, which
               was the Prey they aim'd at: I order'd our Men to fire as before, every other Man; and
               they took their Aim so sure, that indeed they kill'd several of the Wolves at the
               first Volley; but there was a Necessity to keep a continual Firing; for they came on
               like Devils, those behind pushing on those before.</p>
            <p>When we had fir'd our second Volley of our Fusees, we
               thought they stopp'd a little, and I hop'd they would have gone off; but it was but a
                  Moment; for others came forward again; so we fir'd two
               Volleys of our Pistols, and I believe in these four Firings, we had kill'd seventeen
               or eighteen of them, and lam'd twice as many; yet they came on again.</p>
            <p>I was loath to spend our last Shot too hastily; so I call'd my Servant, not my Man
                  <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> for he was better employ'd; for with the greatest Dexterity
               imaginable, he had charg'd my Fusee, and his own, while we were engag'd; but as I
               said, I call'd my other Man, and giving him a Horn of Powder, I bad him lay a Train,
               all along the Piece of Timber, and let it be a large Train;
               he did so, and had but just Time to get away, when the Wolves came up to it, and some
               were got up upon it; when I snapping an uncharg'd Pistol, close to the Powder, <pb n="358"/> set it on fire;
               those that were upon the Timber were scorcht with it, and
               six or seven of them fell, or rather jump'd in among us, with the Force and Fright of
               the Fire, we dispatch'd these in an Instant, and the rest were so frighted with the
               Light, which the Night, for it was now very near Dark, made more terrible, that they
               drew back a little.</p>
            <p>Upon which I order'd our last Pistol to be fir'd off in one Volley, and after that we
               gave a Shout; upon this, the Wolves turn'd Tail, and we sally'd immediately upon near
               twenty lame Ones, who we found struggling on the Ground, and fell a cutting them with our Swords, which answer'd our Expectation;
               for the Crying and Howling they made, was better understood by their Fellows, so that
               they all fled and left us.</p>
            <p>We had, first and last, kill'd about three Score of them; and had it been Day-Light,
                  <ref target="would_" corresp="would">we had</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="would" target="would_">'Would have.'
                  Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                            </note> kill'd many more: The Field of Battle
               being thus clear'd, we made forward again; for we had still near a League to go. We
               heard the ravenous Creatures houl and yell in the Woods as
               we went, several Times; and sometimes we fancy'd we saw some
               of them, but the Snow dazling our Eyes, we were not certain; so in about an Hour
               more, we came to the Town, where we were to lodge, which we found in a terrible
               Fright, and all in Arms; for it seems, that the Night before, the Wolves and some
               Bears had broke into the Village in the Night, and put them in a terrible Fright, and
               they were oblig'd to keep Guard Night and Day, but especially in the Night, to
               preserve their Cattle, and indeed their People.</p>
            <p>The next Morning our Guide was so ill, and his Limbs swell'd with the rankling of his
               two Wounds, that he could go no farther; so we were oblig'd to <pb n="359"/> take a new Guide there, and go to <hi rend="italic">Tholouse,</hi>
               where we found a warm Climate, a fruitful pleasant Country,
               and no Snow, no Wolves, or any Thing like them; but when we told our Story at
                  <hi rend="italic">Tholouse,</hi> they told us it was nothing but what was ordinary in the great
               Forest at the Foot of the Mountains, especially when the
               Snow lay on the Ground: But they enquir'd much what kind of a Guide we had gotten, that would venture to bring us that Way in such a
               severe Season; and told us, it was <ref target="verymuch_" corresp="verymuch">very
                  much</ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="verymuch" target="verymuch_">Momentous; a big deal. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                            </note>
               we were not all devour'd. When we told them how we plac'd our selves, and the Horses
               in the Middle, they blam'd us exceedingly, and told us it was fifty to one but we had
               been all destroy'd; for it was the Sight of the Horses which made the Wolves so furious, seeing their Prey; and that at other Times they are
               really afraid of a Gun; but the being excessive Hungry, and
               raging on that Account, the Eagerness to come at the Horses had made them sensless of
               Danger; and that if we had not by the continu'd Fire, and at last by the Stratagem of
               the Train of Powder, master'd them, it had been great Odds but that we had been torn
               to Pieces; whereas had we been content to have sat still on
                  Horseback, and fir'd as Horsemen, they would not have
               taken the Horses for so much their own, when Men were on their Backs, as otherwise;
               and withal they told us, that at last, if we had stood altogether, and left our Horses, they would have been so eager to have devour'd them,
               that we might have come off safe, especially having our Fire Arms in our Hands, and
               being so many in Number.</p>
            <p>For my Part, I was never so sensible of Danger in my Life; for seeing above three
               hundred Devils come roaring and open mouth'd to devour us, and having nothing to
               shelter us, or retreat to, I gave my self over for lost; and as it was. I believe, I
                  <pb n="360"/> shall never care to cross those Mountains
               again; I think I would much rather go a thousand Leagues by Sea, though I were sure
               to meet with a Storm once a Week.</p>
            <p>I have nothing uncommon to take Notice of, in my Passage through <hi rend="italic">France</hi>;
               nothing but what other Travellers have given an Account of,
               with much more Advantage than I can. I travell'd from <hi rend="italic">Bourdeaux</hi> to
                  <hi rend="italic">Paris,</hi> and without any considerable Stay, came to <hi rend="italic">Callais,</hi> and
               landed safe at <hi rend="italic">Dover,</hi> the fourteenth of <hi rend="italic">January,</hi> after having had a
               severely cold Season to travel in.</p>
            <p>I was now come to the Center of my Travels, and had in a little Time all my new
               discover'd Estate safe about me, the Bills of Exchange which
               I brought with me having been very currently paid.</p>
            <p>My principal Guide, and Privy Councellor, was my good antient Widow, who in Gratitude
               for the Money I had sent her, thought no Pains too much, or Care too great, to employ
               for me; and I trusted her so entirely with every Thing, that I was perfectly easy as to the Security of my Effects; and indeed, I was very happy from my Beginning, and now to the
               End, in the unspotted Integrity of this good Gentlewoman.</p>
            <p>And now I began to think of leaving my Effects with this Woman, and setting out for
                  <hi rend="italic">Lisbon,</hi> and so to the <hi rend="italic">Brasils</hi>; but now another Scruple came in
               my Way, and that was Religion; for as I had entertain'd some
               Doubts about the <hi rend="italic">Roman</hi> Religion, even while I was abroad, especially in my
               State of Solitude; so I knew there was no going to the <ref target="catholicbrazil_" corresp="catholicbrazil">
                                <hi rend="italic">Brasils</hi>
                            </ref>
                            <note resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff" xml:id="catholicbrazil" target="catholicbrazil_">Brazil, being a Portuguese colony, would have been Catholic at the time. Source:
                  <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                            </note> for me, much less going to settle there, unless I
               resolv'd to embrace the <hi rend="italic">Roman</hi> Catholick Religion, without any Reserve;
               unless on the other hand, I resolv'd to be a Sacrifice to my Principles, be a Martyr
               for Religion, and die in the Inquisition; so <pb n="361"/>
               I resolv'd to stay at Home, and if I could find. Means for it, to dispose of my
               Plantation.</p>
            <p>To this Purpose I wrote to my old Friend at <hi rend="italic">Lisbon,</hi> who in Return gave me
               Notice, that he could easily dispose of it there: But that if I thought fit to give
               him Leave to offer it in my Name to the two Merchants, the Survivors of my Trustees,
               who liv'd in the <hi rend="italic">Brasils,</hi> who must fully understand the Value of it, who
               liv'd just upon the Spot, and who I knew were very rich; so that he believ'd they
               would be fond of buying it; he did not doubt, but I should make 4 or 5000 Pieces of
               Eight, the more of it.</p>
            <p>Accordingly I agreed, gave him Order to offer it to them, and he did so; and in about
               8 Months more, the Ship being then return'd, he sent me Account, that they had
               accepted the Offer, and had remitted 33000 Pieces of Eight, to a Correspondent of theirs at <hi rend="italic">Lisbon,</hi> to pay for it.</p>
            <p>In Return, I sign'd the Instrument of Sale in the Form which they sent from
                  <hi rend="italic">Lisbon,</hi> and sent it to my old Man, who sent me Bills of Exchange for
               328000 Pieces of Eight to me, for the Estate; reserving the
               Payment of 100 Moidores a Year to him, the old Man, during his Life, and 50 Moidores afterwards to his Son for his Life, which I had
               promised them, which the Plantation was to make good as a Rent-Charge. And thus I
               have given the first Part of a Life of Fortune and Adventure, a Life of Providences Checquer-Work, and of a Variety which the World will
               seldom be able to show the like of: Beginning foolishly, but closing much more
               happily than any Part of it ever gave me Leave so much as to hope for.</p>
            <p>Any one would think, that in this State of complicated good
               Fortune, I was past running any more Hazards; and so indeed I had been, if other <pb n="362"/> Circumstances had concurr'd, but I was inur'd
               to a wandring Life, had no Family, not many Relations, nor
               however rich had I contracted much Acquaintance; and though
               I had sold my Estate in the <hi rend="italic">Brasils,</hi> yet I could not keep the Country out of
               my Head, and had a great Mind to be upon the Wing again, especially I could not
               resist the strong Inclination I had to see my Island, and to know if the poor
                  <hi rend="italic">Spaniards</hi> were in Being there, and how the Rogues I left there had used
               them.</p>
            <p>My true Friend, the Widow, earnestly diswaded me from it,
               and so far prevail'd with me, that for almost seven Years she prevented my running
               Abroad; during which time, I took my two Nephews, the Children of one of my Sisters
                  into my Care: The eldest having something of his own, I
               bred up as a Gentleman, and gave him a Settlement of some Addition to his Estate,
               after my Decease; the other I put out to a Captain of a
               Ship; and after five Years, finding him a sensible bold enterprising young Fellow, I
               put him into a good Ship, and sent him to Sea: And this young Fellow afterwards drew
               me in, as old as I was, to farther Adventures my self.</p>
            <p>In the mean time, I in Part settled my self here; for first of all I marry'd, and
               that not either to my Disadvantage or Dissatisfaction, and had three Children, two
               Sons and one Daughter: But my Wife dying, and my Nephew coming Home with good Success
               from a Voyage to <hi rend="italic">Spain,</hi> my Inclination to go
               Abroad, and his Importunity prevailed and engag'd me to go in his Ship, as a private
               Trader to the <hi rend="italic">East Indies:</hi> This was in the Year 1694.</p>
            <p>In this Voyage I visited my new Collony in the Island, saw my Successors the
                  <hi rend="italic">Spaniards,</hi> had the whole Story of their Lives, and of the Villains I left
               there; how at first they insulted the poor <hi rend="italic">Spaniards,</hi>
               <pb n="363"/> how they afterwards agreed, disagreed, united, separated, and how at last the <hi rend="italic">Spaniards</hi>
               were oblig'd to use Violence with them, how they were subjected to the
                  <hi rend="italic">Spaniards,</hi> how honestly the <hi rend="italic">Spaniards</hi> used them; a History, if
               it were entred into, as full of Variety and wonderful Accidents, as my own Part,
               particularly also as to their Battles with the <hi rend="italic">Carribeans,</hi> who landed
               several times upon the Island, and as to the Improvement they made upon the Island it
               self, and how five of them made an Attempt upon the main Land, and brought away
               eleven Men and five Women Prisoners, by which, at my coming, I found about twenty
               young Children on the Island.</p>
            <p>Here I stay'd about 20 Days, left them Supplies of all
               necessary things, and particularly of Arms, Powder, Shot, Cloaths, Tools, and two
               Workmen, which I brought from <hi rend="italic">England</hi> with me, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> a Carpenter and
               a Smith.</p>
            <p>Besides this, I shar'd the Island into Parts with 'em, reserv'd to my self the
               Property of the whole, but gave them such Parts respectively as they agreed on; and having settled all things with them, and
               engaged them not to leave the Place, I left them there.</p>
            <p>From thence I touch'd at the <hi rend="italic">Brasils,</hi> from whence I sent a Bark, which I
               bought there, with more People to the Island, and in it, besides other Supplies, I sent seven Women, being such as I found proper for
               Service, or for Wives to such as would take them: As to the <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Men, I
               promis'd them to send them some Women from <hi rend="italic">England,</hi> with a good Cargoe of
               Necessaries, if they would apply themselves to Planting, which I afterwards perform'd. And the Fellows prov'd very honest and diligent
               after they were master'd, and had their Properties set apart for them. I sent them
                  <pb n="364"/> also from the <placeName type="tgn" key="1000047">
                                <hi rend="italic">Brasils</hi>
                            </placeName> five Cows,
               three of them being big with Calf, some Sheep, and some
               Hogs, which, when I came again, were considerably encreas'd.</p>
            <p>But all these things, with an Account how 300 <hi rend="italic">Caribbees</hi> came and invaded
               them, and ruin'd their Plantations, and how they fought with that whole Number twice,
               and were at first defeated, and three of them kill'd; but at last a Storm destroying
               their Enemies Cannoes, they famish'd or destroy'd almost all the rest, and renew'd
               and recover'd the Possession of their Plantation, and still liv'd upon the
               Island.</p>
            <p>All these things, with some very surprizing Incidents in
               some new Adventures of my own, for ten Years more, I may perhaps give a farther Account of hereafter.</p>
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            <p> Joseph Addison (1672-1719) and Richard Steele (1672-1729) lived rich lives on their
                own, but here we will briefly talk about them together as a way of introducing the
                collaborative journalism for which they are now best remembered, the essay
                series <hi rend="italic">The Tatler</hi> (1709-1711) and <hi rend="italic">The Spectator</hi> (1711-1712). 
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                apart, Addison and Steele knew each other from the age of thirteen, and they also
                overlapped at Oxford (though they attended different colleges, Addison going to
                Queen's and Magdelen and Steele to Christ Church and Merton). They crossed paths
                again in London in the early part of the eighteenth century; both of them had
                political and literary ambitions. By all accounts, Addison and Steele had very
                different personalities. Addison had many friends and seems to have been brilliant
                at getting influential people to support and help him. But his personal demeanor was
                serious and he wrote ambitious poems and the century's most significant verse
                tragedy, <hi rend="italic">Cato</hi> (1713), a play that is rarely staged now but was a staple of the
                repertory for decades. Steele was more a journalist at heart, and his plays are all
                comedies (to be sure, Addison wrote a comedy, too, but it was not very successful,
                whereas Steele had several hits). And a lot of people seemed to be unable to take
                Steele very seriously; he was notorious for running up big debts, and was often
                mocked in the public press of the period. </p>
            <p> Surely part of the difference between the two men and the way that they were
                received by others  had to do with issues of class and ethnicity. Steele was Irish,
                and although he was from a respectable family in Dublin (his father was an attorney)
                he did not have much of a family network in England to help him make his way in the
                world. He almost certainly faced his share of the prejudice against Irish people
                that many English people harbored for centuries. After his time at Oxford (which he
                left without completing a degree), Steele went into the army, and did well, rising
                to become a captain. He started writing poetry and drama as a side project while he
                was still in the military. At some point, though, his military career stalled, and
                he came to London to work in the government; he got a position at court, and took on
                the job of editing the official newspaper, the <hi rend="italic">London Gazette</hi>. Addison was not from
                a particularly wealthy or noble family, either, but the Addisons were well-placed in
                the power structure of the Church of England, the official state church. Addison's
                father Lancelot was the chaplain of the English garrison at Tangier, in Morocco, and
                would later become the Dean of the cathedral at Lichfield. One of Addison's brothers
                became the English governor of Madras, in India. Joseph Addison seems to have been
                identified early on as someone who would have a significant public career. After
                finishing his degree at Oxford, he was sent on a grand tour of the continent at
                government expense, and would go on to be a member of Parliament (he was essentially
                given a seat there; he did not have to campaign) and a cabinet minister. </p>
            <p> Steele left <hi rend="italic">London Gazette</hi> and started <hi rend="italic">The Tatler</hi> in 1709. This journal, which was
                published three times a week, was something new and innovative. Rather than focusing
                on the news, it offered essays on a variety of topics: theater reviews, essays on
                clothing and manners, and so on. It was fast-paced, entertaining, and in an age when
                much print publication was bitterly political, was non-partisan. <hi rend="italic">The Tatler</hi> was
                immediately popular. Steele asked Addison and other friends to join him (it was
                surely hard to come up with enough material on his own), and Addison contributed
                several dozen essays. <hi rend="italic">The Tatler</hi> folded at the start of 1711, but was almost
                    immediately followed by <hi rend="italic">The Spectator</hi>. Here Addison took the lead, contributing a
                larger number of essays than Steele and, most scholars agree, setting the tone for
                the new journal. <hi rend="italic">The Spectator</hi>, which was published every day except Sunday, ran 555
                issues, until finally running out of steam. </p>
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            <p> Both journals were widely read in their first publication, and perhaps even more so
                over the course of the next two centuries when they were collected together and
                bound up as book-length volumes. A set of <hi rend="italic">The Tatlers</hi> and <hi rend="italic">The Spectators</hi> was
                something that every middle-class household with aspirations to looking like its
                members took literature seriously would want to have. These essays were published in
                that kind of format scores of times in the English-speaking world, their essays
                often being offered to students as examples of clear, vigorous English prose; they
                were also translated into most of the European languages. In our time, these essays
                have become newly relevant as having inaugurated what the sociologist Jürgen
                Habermas dubbed "the bourgeois public sphere," a domain of society separate from the
                state or the royal courts where middle class people came together to debate social
                issues. Even more recently, these short, comparatively informal essays, published
                frequently, have been compared to blogging. Well, maybe. Whatever the case, the
                early eighteenth-century journalism of Joseph Addison and Richard Steele remains an
                entertaining and valuable look into the attitudes, tastes, and styles of their period. </p>
            
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            <p>At top: Joseph Addison; below, Richard Steele. Both of these portraits were painted by Godfrey Kneller, as part of a series he did around 1710 of portraits of members of the "Kit-Kat Club," a group of Whig politicians who met for drinking and sociability. Both portraits are now in the National Portrait Gallery, London. </p>

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                        <hi rend="italic">Phillis Wheatley</hi> (c. 1753-1781) became the first
                African-American woman to publish a volume of her own poetry when her book <hi rend="italic">Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral</hi> was published
                in Boston in 1773. She was born in west Africa and was kidnapped by slave traders
                and brought by ship to Boston in 1761; she was believed to be seven or eight years
                old, but we know almost nothing else about her childhood in Africa or her family
                there. The slave ship that carried her was called the <hi rend="italic">Phillis</hi>, and she was given that name when she was purchased by the Wheatleys,
                a well-off and prominent Boston family. John Wheatley was originally a tailor who
                branched out into a substantial business in wholesaling, shipping, and
                money-lending; his wife Susanna became an active supporter of Methodist and
                Presbyterian missionaries who came from England to preach in the colonies. When they
                purchased Phillis, the Wheatleys had eighteen-year-old twins, Nathaniel and Mary,
                and several other enslaved men and women working in their household. <graphic url="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/0b/Phillis_Wheatley%2C_Negro_Servant_to_Mr._John_Wheatley_of_Boston_MET_DP816498.jpg" style="float:right" width="300px" source="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Phillis_Wheatley,_Negro_Servant_to_Mr._John_Wheatley_of_Boston_MET_DP816498.jpg" desc="Phillis Wheatley, print, after (?) Scipio Moorhead" alt="Phillis Wheatley, print, after (?) Scipio Moorhead"/>
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            <p>The Wheatleys seem quickly to have recognized Phillis's precocious talents with
                language, and taught her to read English, almost certainly starting with the King
                James translation of the Bible. Before long, however, she was reading the works of
                English poets like Alexander Pope and John Milton, as well as English translations
                of classical poets like Homer, Virgil, and Ovid. John Wheatley testified that within
                sixteen months of her arrival, Phillis was able to read even the most difficult
                parts of the Bible, which is extraordinary for any nine-year-old and pretty much
                unprecedented for enslaved African-Americans in the eighteenth century, most of whom
                were never taught to read by their masters. White Americans generally feared
                teaching the people they claimed ownership over how to read and write lest they use
                those tools to work against the system that kept them in bondage, and in many places
                it was illegal to teach enslaved people to read. Phillis began publishing poems in
                New England newspapers at the age of fourteen, and continued to publish occasional
                poetry (that is, poems on particular current occasions or events) in newspapers over
                the next several years. She wrote poems of consolation addressed to people who had
                lost loved ones, but also poems addressing public events like the Boston Massacre in
                1773.</p>

            <p>Wheatley had a breakthrough of sorts when she published her elegaic poem "On Death of
                George Whitefield" in pamphlet form in October 1770. Whitefield, the most famous
                preacher of the day, had preached several times in August 1770 at the Old South
                Church in Boston (Wheatley may have heard him then; the Wheatley family certainly
                knew him personally), but died unexpectedly the next month in Newburyport,
                Massachussetts, about 35 miles north of Boston, and was buried there. Wheatley's
                poem on Whitefield was widely sold in New England, and then republished in London to
                great acclaim. The Wheatleys sought subscribers for a volume of her poetry to be
                published in Boston, but they do not seem to have attracted enough of them to make
                the venture financially viable (why they did not subsidize it themselves is unknown;
                they certainly could have afforded to). They turned to Archibald Bell, a London
                publisher of religious texts, who was able to gain the patronage of Selina, the
                Countess of Huntington. She had been George Whitefield's patron and was a prominent
                supporter of Methodist causes in England. The Countess helped subsidize the
                publication of Wheatley's <hi rend="italic">Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and
                    Moral</hi> in 1773, which Wheatley in turn dedicated to her. Phillis Wheatley
                went to London (accompanied by Nathaniel Wheatley and traveling on the Wheatleys'
                own ship) to supervise the printing and publication of her book, and was treated as
                a celebrity, meeting aristocrats and prominent public figures (including Benjamin
                Franklin, then resident in London officially as an advocate for the colony of
                Pennsylvania, but serving in general as a voice for the cause of the American
                colonists), and being given tours of the Tower of London and the British Museum. She
                returned to Boston just before the book was published. Susanna was ill (she died in
                early 1774), and Nathaniel may have prevailed upon Phillis to return to help take
                care of her. But, as Vincent Caretta has suggested, Phillis may also have made a
                deal here, exchanging her willingness to return to Boston for the guarantee of her
                freedom. In any case, she was released from enslavement in October 1773, and
                although she stayed a part of the Wheatley household until the death of John
                Wheatley in 1778, she was now a free woman.</p>

            <p>After John Wheatley's death, Phillis married John Peters, a free black man who was a
                grocer in Boston. She solicited subscriptions for a second volume of poetry, but
                with little success, and although some of the poems that would have gone into the
                volume were later published in newspapers, a lot of them were lost. John Peters had
                financial troubles and spent much time in jail for debt. He was in jail, in fact,
                when Phillis died of unknown causes in December 1784.</p>

            <p>Readers immediately recognized the great skill with which Wheatley adapted
                contemporary English poetic forms, such as the heroic couplet and iambic pentameter
                blank verse, and classical models to topics such as her own enslavement and the
                situation of the American colonies. It is not surprising to discover that many
                contemporary critics had a hard time disentangling her identity as a teen-aged
                African-American enslaved girl from their evaluation of the quality and significance
                of her verse. Her publisher Archibald Bell insisted, it seems, that John Wheatley
                have prominent Bostonians testify that the poems were indeed by Phillis and not
                written by someone else, and he did so; the testimony appears at the beginning of
                the published <hi rend="italic">Poems</hi>. Other critics enlisted her in the
                nascent abolitionist cause, using her obvious gifts as evidence for the equality of
                Africans with Europeans, and proof that slavery was immoral. As scholars in recent
                decades have studied and recovered her poems and letters, Phillis Wheatley's place
                as one of the most important and originary voices of American literature has become
                secure.</p>
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                <hi rend="italic">The Interesting Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano</hi> is
                the first example in English of the slave narrative, the autobiography written by
                one of the millions of persons from Africa or of African descent who were enslaved
                in the Atlantic world between the sixteenth and the nineteenth centuries. Equiano’s
                is an extraordinary memoir, telling the author’s life story from his birth in west
                Africa, in what was then known as Essaka (in what is now the nation of Nigeria), his
                kidnapping, the middle passage across the Atlantic ocean in a slave ship, the
                brutality of the slave system in the American colonies in the Caribbean, the
                mainland of North America, and at sea. Equiano also tells the story of his life as a
                free man of color; after he was finally able to purchase his freedom in 1766, he was
                a merchant, a seaman, a musician, a barber, a civil servant, and, finally, a writer
                who took to the pages of London newspapers to argue on behalf of his fellow
                Afro-Britons before publishing this account of his life. </p>

            <p>Equiano’s book offered the first full description of the middle passage, a
                description harrowing in its sensory vividness:</p>

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                        <hi rend="italic">The stench of the hold while we were on the coast was so
                    intolerably loathsome, that it was dangerous to remain there for any time, and
                    some of us had been permitted to stay on the deck for the fresh air; but now
                    that the whole ship’s cargo were confined together, it became absolutely
                    pestilential. The closeness of the place, and the heat of the climate, added to
                    the number in the ship, which was so crowded that each had scarcely room to turn
                    himself, almost suffocated us. This produced copious perspirations, so that the
                    air soon became unfit for respiration, from a variety of loathsome smells, and
                    brought on a sickness among the slaves, of which many died, thus falling victims
                    to the improvident avarice, as I may call it, of their purchasers. This wretched
                    situation was again aggravated by the galling of the chains, now become
                    insupportable; and the filth of the necessary tubs, into which the children
                    often fell, and were almost suffocated. The shrieks of the women, and the groans
                    of the dying, rendered the whole a scene of horror almost inconceivable. Happily
                    perhaps for myself I was soon reduced so low here that it was thought necessary
                    to keep me almost always on deck; and from my extreme youth I was not put in
                    fetters. In this situation I expected every hour to share the fate of my
                    companions, some of whom were almost daily brought upon deck at the point of
                    death, which I began to hope would soon put an end to my miseries. Often did I
                    think many of the inhabitants of the deep much more happy than myself. I envied
                    them the freedom they enjoyed, and as often wished I could change my condition
                    for theirs. Every circumstance I met with served only to render my state more
                    painful, and heighten my apprehensions, and my opinion of the cruelty of the
                    whites.</hi>
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            <p>Equiano’s book is both a personal story and a powerful item of testimony about the
                larger system of slave-trading that supported the economic system through which
                Britain developed a global empire. Spanning the transatlantic world, Equiano’s story
                powerfully captures the lived experience of slavery in the eighteenth century
                through the eyes of an observer with almost unbelievable resourcefulness and
                resilience. The book is also interesting as a literary document. Equiano is clearly
                familiar with the genre of the spiritual autobiography, the Puritan form of
                self-examination and life writing that shaped works such as Defoe’s <ref target="https://anthologydev.lib.virginia.edu/work/Defoe/defoe-crusoe">
                            <hi rend="italic">Robinson Crusoe</hi>
                        </ref>, and he also cites English poets
                such as John Milton and Alexander Pope, demonstrating his mastery of the canon of
                great English literature. Equiano’s <hi rend="italic">Interesting Narrative</hi> is
                one of the most absorbing, indeed <hi rend="italic">interesting</hi> first-person
                stories of the entire century, a work that both narrates a remarkable set of
                experiences and shrewdly shapes it through the forms available to its author to make
                the case for the abolition of the slave trade.</p>

            <p>It is important to note, however, that in the last two decades, scholars have raised
                doubts about the truth of some parts of Equiano’s <hi rend="italic">Interesting
                    Narrative</hi>. Vincent Carretta, probably the leading scholar in the United
                States on Equiano’s work and life, has discovered documents such as Royal Navy
                muster rolls where Equiano (who was identified for much of his adult life as
                “Gustavus Vassa,” the name given to him by Michael Pascal, his first owner) is
                recorded as having been born in colonial South Carolina. So too does the record of
                his baptism into Christianity in 1759 at St. Margaret’s Church in London. It is
                possible, then, that Equiano is misrepresenting his place of birth, perhaps because
                he believed that his story would be more compelling if he were able to describe
                himself as a native-born African. Other scholars have suggested that there may be
                other reasons to account for the discrepancy; Equiano was not responsible for
                creating these records, and there may be all sorts of reasons why the people who
                were in charge of these documents, or he, might have decided not to have identified
                him as having born in Africa, some of which we probably cannot reconstruct from this
                distance. The question of where Equiano was born will probably remain unresolved
                until better documentary evidence or new ways of understanding the evidence that we
                already have become available. What no one has ever questioned is that Equiano’s <hi rend="italic">Interesting Narrative</hi> is extremely accurate in its depiction
                of the way that the eighteenth-century slave system worked, the horrors of the
                middle passage, and the constant threats to their freedom and well-being experienced
                by free people of color, particularly in the American colonies.</p>

            <p>The publication of the <hi rend="italic">Interesting Narrative</hi> was an important
                event in its own right. First issued in the spring of 1789, the book was timed to
                coincide with a Parliamentary initiative to end Britain’s participation in the
                international slave trade. This was the goal of the first abolitionist movement, a
                movement originating largely with Quakers that was adopted and secularized by a
                combination of evangelical and more secular writers in the 1780s and that found its
                institutional centers of gravity in the largely white Society for Effecting the
                Abolition of the Slave Trade, founded in 1787, and in the Sons of Africa, a society
                of free persons of African descent in Great Britain in which Equiano had a
                leadership role. This generation of abolitionists focused on ending the slave trade
                rather than for the ending of slavery as an institution and the emancipation of all
                enslaved people in large part because they believed it to be unviable politically.
                Rather, they focused on ending the slave trade, arguing that if slave owners were
                unable to purchase new slaves kidnapped and transported from Africa, they would be
                forced to be more benevolent to their own slaves, and the institution would be
                forced to reform itself. Equiano was active in these abolitionist circles, and his
                book in part serves the function of a petition to Parliament to end the slave trade,
                with the names of the book’s subscribers identifying themselves as allies and
                co-petitioners in the cause. The first edition begins by including the names of 311
                people who subscribed to it and thereby subsidized its printing, and later editions
                (nine in all in Equiano’s lifetime, a testimony to the great demand for his book)
                added more, eventually totalling over a thousand, as more people wanted both to own
                the book and to ally themselves with the abolitionist cause. Subscribers were thus
                taking an interest in this book in the financial sense, publicly advancing resources
                to support Equiano and the movement that the book was published to support. The <hi rend="italic">Interesting Narrative</hi> was first printed in the United States
                in New York in 1791 (without Equiano’s permission, as was typical for books
                reprinted from Britain in the early decades of the new republic), and was widely
                reprinted throughout the first half of the nineteenth century.</p>

            <p>Equiano toured throughout the British Isles in the early 1790s, making speaking
                engagements to promote the abolitionist cause, and also to support sales of his
                book, for which he had retained copyright. This turned out to be a smart business
                decision; he made a fair amount of money from sales of the <hi rend="italic">Interesting Narrative</hi>. Equiano married a woman named Susannah Cullen in
                1792; they had two daughters, only one of whom survived to adulthood. But neither
                Olaudah or Susannah was able to enjoy their married life for very long. Susanna died
                in 1796 and Olaudah died in 1797. The abolitionist cause to which the <hi rend="italic">Interesting Narrative</hi> was a major contributor succeeded only
                after his death, as Britain ended its participation in the slave trade in 1807, and
                finally abolished slavery in its colonial holdings in 1833. Slavery in the United
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                        <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/headnote-defoe/pageImages/defoe.jpg" style="float:center" width="300px" alt="Frontispiece portrait of Daniel Defoe (1706)" source="https://www.npg.org.uk/collections/search/person/mp01230/daniel-defoe" desc="Frontispiece portrait of Defoe (National Portrait Gallery, UK)"/>Daniel Defoe (c. 1660-1731) came to writing fiction in late middle age, after decades in which he did a variety of things. He grew up in a Dissenting household in London; his father, James Foe, made and sold candles. (Daniel added the prefix "de" to his name some time in the 1690s, probably to make himself appear more sophisticated). Since his family were not members of the Church of England, Defoe could not go to either Cambridge or Oxford, but he had a good education at a separate school set up for Dissenters, and it seems as though he intended to become a minister. We do not know why that plan changed, but by the mid-1680s at least, Defoe had set out to make his living as a London tradesman. Defoe ran several businesses in his twenties, thirties, and forties: he owned a factory that made roofing tiles, he sold men's undergarments and stockings, he raised civet cats (for the purposes of making perfume), he invested in a scheme to build diving bells to reach sunken treasure. All of these businesses ultimately failed, and Defoe declared bankruptcy more than once in his life. Lawsuits from the period suggest that Defoe was perhaps not always the most scrupulous businessman in history, either.</p>
            <p>Alongside these business ventures or, to use the lingo of the period, "projects," from his mid-thirties Defoe also pursued a second career, as a writer. In 1697, he wrote <hi rend="italic">An Essay on Projects</hi>, a book that outlined various plans for public and private institutions: a school for young women, insurance schemes for widows and sailors, merchant banks. Writing became a "project" like any other, and eventually it was Defoe's primary occupation. He was a prolific writer of poetry, journalism, conduct literature, economic tracts, political essays, and outright propaganda. Many of these works were published anonymously, so there is a lively and ongoing debate among modern scholars as to exactly how much Defoe wrote in the first two decades of the eighteenth century, and precisely which of the many pamphlets that various people have assigned to him over the years were ones that he actually wrote, But any way you count it, his published output was enormous.</p>
            <p>In 1719, Defoe published <hi rend="italic">The Life and Strange Surprizing Adventures of Robinson Crusoe,</hi> a work that became an instant success and that immediately became a kind of modern myth, one with great staying power in our collective imaginations ever since. Defoe followed that up with a series of extended works of fiction: <hi rend="italic">The Farther Adventures of Robinson Crusoe</hi> (1720), <hi rend="italic">Memoirs of a Cavalier</hi> (1720),<hi rend="italic">Captain Singleton</hi> (1720); <hi rend="italic">Moll Flanders</hi> (1722); <hi rend="italic">Colonel Jacque </hi>(1722), <hi rend="italic">A Journal of the Plague Year</hi> (1722), <hi rend="italic">The Fortunate Mistress</hi> (1724). We now think of these books as important contributors to the history of the novel in English, which would go on in the course of the eighteenth century to become an increasingly popular and sophisticated mode of literature. But Defoe never called these works "novels," and it seems to have been important to him that these extended works of prose fiction seemed to be true stories. Each of these works is narrated in the first person by its protagonist, who sets his or her story in a world that is real and recognizable. And each of these books responds to issues and stories that were circulating in the print media of the day. <hi rend="italic">Robinson Crusoe</hi> responds in general terms to the interest in colonialization and travel narratives, but also more specifically to the story of Alexander Selkirk, a Scottish sailor who, like Crusoe, was marooned on an island for several years. Selkirk told his story to Richard Steele, who wrote it up in his own journal, <hi rend="italic">The Englishman</hi> in 1713. <hi rend="italic">Moll Flanders </hi> responds to the intense public in crime and criminals in the 1720s. <hi rend="italic"> The Fortunate Mistress</hi> is surely a response of sorts to Eliza Haywood's 1723 work <hi rend="italic">Idalia, or, the Unfortunate Mistress</hi>. Given all that he did and wrote in his lifetime, Defoe might be surprised to know that he is now remembered primarily as a writer of fiction, but there is no denying the engrossing power of these works.</p>
            
            
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                                <ref target="Abissinia_" corresp="Abissinia">THE<lb/>
                        PRINCE<lb/>
                    OF<lb/>
                        ABISSINIA.</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Abissinia" target="Abisinnia_">The area of what is now Ethiopia. Johnson had long been interested in that part of Africa. His first published book, <hi rend="italic">A Voyage to Abyssinia</hi>, published in 1735, was a loose translation of a seventeenth-century travel narrative by the Portuguese Jesuit Jerome Lobo. </note>
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                    <titlePart>A<lb/>
                        TALE.<lb/>
                        IN TWO VOLUMES.<lb/>
                
                VOL. I.<lb/>
                        THE SECOND EDITION.<lb/>
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                   <date>MDCCLIX.</date>
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                <head>
                    CONTENTS
                </head>
                <p>
                    OF THE
                    FIRST VOLUME.
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                <p>
                    CHAP. I.
                    DESCRIPTION of a palace in a valley page 1
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. II.
                    The discontent of Rasselas in the happy
                    valley 9
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. III.
                    The wants of him that wants nothing 16
                </p>
            <pb n="3"/>
                <p>
                    CHAP. IV.
                    The prince continues to grieve and
                    muse 20
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. V.
                    The prince meditates his escape 30
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. VI.
                    A dissertation on the art of flying 33
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. VII.
                    The prince finds a man of learning 43
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. VIII.
                    The history of Imlac 46
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. IX.
                    The history of Imlac continued 56
                </p>
               
            
            <pb n="4"/>
                <p>
                    CHAP. X.
                    Imlac's history continued. A dissertation upon poetry 64
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XI.
                    Imlac's narrative continued. A hint on pilgrimage 71
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XI.
                    The story of Imlac continued 80
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XIII.
                    Raffelas discovers the means of escape
                </p>
                <p>
                    91
                    CHAP. XIV.
                    Rasselas and Imlac receive an unexpec-
                </p>
                <p>
                    ted visit 97
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                <p>
                    CHAP.
                </p>
           
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                <p>
                    CHAP. XV.
                    The prince and princess leave the valley,
                </p>
                <p>
                    and see many wonders 101
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XVI.
                    They enter Cairo, and find every man
                </p>
                <p>
                    happy 106
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XVII.
                    The prince associates with young men of
                </p>
                <p>
                    spirit and gaiety 115
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XVIII.
                    The prince finds a wife and happy man
                </p>
                <p>
                    119
                    CHAP. XIX.
                    A glimpse of pastoral life 126
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            <pb n="6"/>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XX.
                    The danger of prosperity 129
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XXI.
                    The happiness of solitude. The hermit's history 134
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XXII.
                    The happiness of a life led according to nature 141
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XXIII.
                    The prince and his sister divide between them the work of observation 148
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XXIV.
                    The prince examines the happiness of high stations 150
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                <p>
                    CHAP. XXV.
                    The princess persues her enquiry with more diligence than success 154
                
                
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               <head>
                   THE<lb/>
                    HISTORY<lb/>
             OF<lb/>
                   RASSELAS,<lb/>
                    PRINCE OF ABISSINIA.</head>
                
                <head>CHAP. I.</head>
                <head type="sub">Description of a palace in a valley.</head>
              
                <p>
                    YE who listen with credulity to the
                    whispers of fancy, and persue
                    with eagerness the phantoms of hope;
                    who expect that age will perform the
                    promises of youth, and that the deficien-
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                    cies of the present day will be supplied
                    by the morrow; attend to the history of
                    Rasselas prince of <placeName type="tgn" key="7032930">Abissinia</placeName>.</p>
                
                <p>
                    Rasselas was the fourth son of the
                    mighty emperour, in whose dominions
                    the Father of waters begins his course;
                    whose bounty pours down the streams
                    of plenty, and scatters over half the
                    world the harvests of <placeName type="tgn" key="7016833">Egypt</placeName>.
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                <p>
                    According to the custom which has
                    descended from age to age among the
                    monarchs of the torrid zone, Rasselas was
                    confined in a private palace, with the other
                    sons and daughters of Abissinian royalty,
                    till the order of succession should call him
                    to the throne.
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                <p>
                    The place, which the wisdom or policy of antiquity had destined for the residence of the Abissinian princes, was a
                
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                spacious valley in the kingdom of <placeName type="tgn" key="7594684">Amhara</placeName>, surrounded on every side by mountains, of which the summits overhang
                    the middle part. The only passage, by
                    which it could be entered, was a cavern
                    that passed under a rock, of which it has
                    long been disputed whether it was the
                    <ref target="work_" corresp="work">work of nature or of human industry.</ref>
                        <note xml:id="work" target="work_">That is, whether the tunnel was a natural formation or made by people.</note>
                    The outlet of the cavern was concealed
                    by a thick wood, and the mouth which
                    opened into the valley was closed with gates
                    of iron, forged by the artificers of ancient
                    days, so massy that no man could without the help of engines open or shut them.
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                <p>
                    From the mountains on every side, rivulets descended that filled all the valley
                    with verdure and fertility, and formed a
                    lake in the middle inhabited by fish of
                    every species, and frequented by every
                
            <pb n="11"/>
                
                    fowl whom nature has taught to dip the
                    wing in water. This lake discharged its
                    superfluities by a stream which entered a
                    dark cleft of the mountain on the northern
                    side, and fell with dreadful noise from
                    precipice to precipice till it was heard no
                    more.
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                    The sides of the mountains were covered with trees, the banks of the brooks
                    were diversified with flowers; every blast
                    shook spices from the rocks, and every
                    month dropped fruits upon the ground.
                    All animals that bite the grass, or
                    brouse the shrub, whether wild or tame,
                    wandered in this extensive circuit, secured from beasts of prey by the mountains which confined them. On one part
                    were flocks and herds feeding in the pastures, on another all the beasts of chase
                
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                    frisking in the lawns; the sprightly kid
                    was bounding on the rocks, the subtle
                    monkey frolicking in the trees, and the
                    solemn elephant reposing in the shade.
                    All the diversities of the world were
                    brought together, the blessings of nature
                    were collected, and its evils extracted
                    and excluded.
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                <p>
                    The valley; wide and fruitful, supplied
                    its inhabitants with the necessaries of
                    life, and all delights and superfluities were
                    added at the annual visit which the emperour paid his children, when the iron
                    gate was opened to the sound of musick;
                    and during eight days every one that resided in the valley was required to propose whatever might contribute to make
                    seclusion pleasant, to fill up the vacancies of attention, and lessen the tedious-
                   
            <pb n="13"/>
              
                    ness of time. Every desire was immediately granted. All the artificers of
                    pleasure were called to gladden the festivity; the musicians exerted the power of
                    harmony, and the dancers shewed their
                    activity before the princes, in hope that
                    they should pass their lives in this blissful
                    captivity, to which these only were admitted whose performance was thought able
                    to add novelty to luxury. Such was
                    the appearance of security and delight
                    which this retirement afforded, that they
                    to whom it was new always desired that it
                    might be perpetual; and as those, on
                    whom the iron gate had once closed,
                    were never suffered to return, the effect of
                    longer experience could not be known.
                    Thus every year produced new schemes
                    of delight, and new competitors for imprisonment.
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                <p>
                    The palace stood on an eminence raised
                    about thirty paces above the surface of
                    the lake. It was divided into many
                    squares or courts, built with greater or
                    less magnificence according to the rank
                    of those for whom they were designed.
                    The roofs were turned into arches of massy stone joined by a cement that grew
                    harder by time, and the building stood
                    from century to century, deriding the solstitial rains and equinocial hurricanes,
                    without need of reparation.
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                <p>
                    This house, which was so large as to
                    be fully known to none but some ancient
                    officers who successively inherited the se-
                    crets of the place, was built as if sus-
                    picion herself had dictated the plan. To
                    every room there was an open and secret
                    passage, every square had a communica-
                
            <pb n="15"/>
               
                    tion with the rest, either from the upper
                    stories by private galleries, or by subterranean passages from the lower apartments.
                    Many of the columns had unsuspected
                    cavities, in which a long race of monarchs had reposited their treasures. They
                    then closed up the opening with marble,
                    which was never to be removed but in the
                    utmost exigencies of the kingdom; and
                    recorded their accumulations in a book
                    which was itself concealed in a tower
                    not entered but by the emperour, attended by the prince who stood next in
                    succession.
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            <pb n="16"/>
                <head>
                    CHAP. II.</head>
                <head type="sub">The discontent of Rasselas in the happy valley.</head>
                   <p> HERE the sons and daughters of Abissinia lived only to know the
                    soft vicissitudcs of pleasure and repose,
                    attended by all that were skilful to delight, and gratified with whatever the
                    senses can enjoy. They wandered in gardens of fragrance, and slept in the fortresses of security. Every art was practised to make them pleased with their
                    own condition. The sages who instructed them, told them of nothing but the
                    miseries of publick life, and described all
                    beyond the mountains as regions of ca-
                
            <pb n="17"/>
                
                    lamity, where discord was always raging, and where man preyed upon man.</p>
                
                <p>
                    To heighten their opinion of their
                    own felicity, they were daily entertained
                    with songs, the subject of which was the
                    happy valley. Their appetites were excited by frequent enumerations of different enjoyments, and revelry and merriment was the business of every hour from
                    the dawn of morning to the close of
                    even.
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                <p>
                    These methods were generally successful; few of the Princes had ever wished
                    to enlarge their bounds, but passed their
                    lives in full conviction that they had all
                    within their reach that art or nature could
                    bestow, and pitied those whom fate had
                    excluded from this feat of tranquility, as
                
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                    the sport of chance, and the slaves of misery.</p>
               
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                    Thus they rose in the morning and
                    lay down at night, pleased with each
                    other and with themselves, all but Rasselas, who, in the twenty-sixth year
                    of his age, began to withdraw himself
                    from their pastimes and assemblies, and
                    to delight in solitary walks and silent meditation. He often sat before tables co-
                    vered with luxury, and forgot to taste
                    the <ref target="dainties_" corresp="dainties">dainties</ref>
                        <note xml:id="dainties" target="dainties_">delicacies; treats</note>that were placed before him:
                    he rose abruptly in the midst of the song,
                    and hastily retired beyond the sound of
                    musick. His attendants observed the
                    change and endeavoured to renew his love
                    of pleasure: he neglected their officiousness, repulsed their invitations, and
                    spent day after day on the banks of ri-
                
            <pb n="19"/>
               
                    vulets sheltered with trees, where he
                    sometimes listened to the birds in the
                    branches, sometimes observed the fish
                    playing in the stream, and anon cast his
                    eyes upon the pastures and mountains
                    filled with animals, of which some were
                    biting the herbage, and some sleeping
                    among the bushes.</p>
                    <p>This <ref target="singularity_" corresp="singularity">singularity of his humour</ref> <note xml:id="singularity" target="singularity_">tendency towards seclusion</note>made
                    him much observed. One of the Sages,
                    in whose conversation, he had formerly
                    delighted, followed him secretly, in hope
                    of discovering the cause of his disquiet.
                    Rasseas, who knew not that any one was
                    near him, having for some time fixed
                    his eyes upon the goats that were brousing among the rocks, began to compare
                    their condition with his own.
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                    "What," said he, " makes the difference between man and all the rest of the
                    animal creation? Every beast that strays
                    beside me has the same corporal necessities with myself; he is hungry and crops
                    the grass, he is thirsty and drinks the
                    stream, his thirst and hunger are appeased, he is satisfied and sleeps; he rises
                    again and is hungry, he is again fed and
                    is at reft. I am hungry and thirsty like
                    him, but when thirst and hunger cease
                    I am not at rest; I am, like him, pained
                    with want, but am not, like him, satisfied with fulness. The intermediate
                    hours are tedious and gloomy; I long
                    again to be hungry that I may again
                    quicken my attention. The birds peck
                    the berries or the corn, and fly away to
                    the groves where they sit in seeming happiness on the branches, and waste their
                
            <pb n="21"/>
                
                    lives in tuning one unvaried series of
                    sounds. I likewise can call the <ref target="lutanist_" corresp="lutanist">lutanist</ref>
                        <note xml:id="lutanist" target="lutanist_">lute-player</note>
                    and the singer, but the sounds that pleased
                    me yesterday weary me to day, and will
                    grow yet more wearisome to morrow. I
                    can discover within me no power of perception which is not glutted with its proper pleasure, yet I do not feel myself delighted. Man has surely some latent
                    sense for which this place affords no gratification, or he has some desires distinct
                    from sense which must be satisfied before
                    he can be happy."
                </p>
                <p>
                    After this he lifted up his head, and
                    seeing the moon rising, walked towards
                    the palace. As he passed through the
                    fields, and saw the animals around him,
                    "Ye, said he, are happy, and need not
                    envy me that walk thus among you, bur-
          
            <pb n="22"/>
               
                    thened with myself; nor do I, ye gentle
                    beings, envy your felicity; for it is not
                    the felicity of man. I have many distresses from which ye are free; I fear
                    pain when I do not feel it; I sometimes
                    shrink at evils recollected, and sometimes start at evils anticipated: surely
                    the equity of providence has ballanced
                    peculiar sufferings with peculiar enjoy-
                    ments."
                </p>
                <p>
                    With observations like these the prince
                    amused himself as he returned, utering
                    them with a plaintive voice, yet with a
                    look that discovered him to feel some
                    complacence in his own perspicacity, and
                    to receive some solace of the miseries of
                    life, from consciousnes of the delicacy
                    with which he felt, and the eloquence
                    with which he bewailed them. He min-
                    <pb n="23"/>
                        
                    gled cheerfully in the diversions of the
                    evening, and all rejoiced to find that his
                    heart was lightened.
                </p>
                <head>
                    CHAP. III.</head>
                    <head type="sub">The wants of him that wants nothing.</head>
                    <p>ON the next day his old instructor,
                    imagining that he had now made
                    himself acquainted with his <ref target="disease_" corresp="disease">disease of
                    mind</ref>
                        <note xml:id="disease" target="disease_">In the 1755 edition of his <hi rend="italic">Dictionary of the English Language</hi>, Samuel Johnson defines "disease" as "Distemper; malady; sickness; morbid state."&gt;</note>, was in hope of curing it by counsel, and officiously sought an opportunity
                    of conference, which the prince, having
                    long considered him as one whose intellects
                    were exhausted, was not very willing to
                    afford: "Why, said he, does this man
                    thus intrude upon me; shall I be never
               
            <pb n="24"/>
                
                    suffered to forget those lectures which
                    please only while they were new, and to
                    become new again must be forgotten?"
                    He then walked into the wood, and composed himself to his usual meditations;
                    when before his thoughts had taken any
                    settled form, he perceived his persuer at
                    his side, and was at first prompted by his
                    impatience to go hastily away; but, being unwilling to offend a man whom he
                    had once reverenced and still loved, he
                    invited him to sit down with him on the
                    bank.</p>
                
                <p>
                    The old man, thus encouraged, be-
                    gan to lament the change which had been
                    lately observed in the prince, and to enquire why he so often retired from the
                    pleasures of the palace, to loneliness and
                    silence. "I fly from pleasure, said the
                
            <pb n="25"/>
                
                    prince, because pleasure has ceased to
                    please; I am lonely because I am miserable, and am unwilling to cloud with
                    my presence the happiness of others."
                    "You, Sir, said the sage, are the first
                    who has complained of misery in the happy valley. I hope to convince you that
                    your complaints have no real cause. You
                    are here in full possession of all that the
                    emperour of Abissinia can bestow; here
                    is neither labour to be endured nor danger to be dreaded, yet here is all that
                    labour or danger can procure or purchase.
                    Look round and tell me which of your
                    wants is without supply: if you want
                    nothing, how are you unhappy?"
                </p>
                <p>
                    "That I want nothing, said the prince,
                    or that I know not what I want, is the
                    cause of my complaint; if I had any
               
            <pb n="26"/>
              
                    known want, I should have a certain wish;
                    that wish would excite endeavour, and
                    I should not then repine to see the sun
                    move so slowly towards the western mountain, or lament when the day breaks and
                    sleep will no longer hide me from myself.
                    When I see the <ref target="kids_" corresp="kids">kids</ref>
                        <note xml:id="kids" target="kids_">baby goats</note> and the lambs chasing one another, I fancy that I should be
                    happy if I had something to persue.
                    But, possessing all that I can want, I
                    find one day and one hour exactly like
                    another, except that the latter is still
                    more tedious than the former. Let your
                    experience inform me how the day may
                    now seem as short as in my childhood,
                    while nature was yet fresh, and every moment shewed me what I never had observed
                    before. I have already enjoyed too much;
                    give me something to desire."
                
               
            </p>
            <pb n="27"/>
                <p>
                    The old man was surprized at this new
                    species of affliction, and knew not what
                    to reply, yet was unwilling to be silent.
                    "Sir, said he, if you had seen the miseries of the world, you would know
                    how to value your present state." "Now,
                    said the prince, you have given me some-
                    thing to desire; I shall long to see the
                    miseries of the world, since the sight of
                    them is necessary to happiness."
                </p>
               
                    <head>CHAP. IV.</head>
                    <head type="sub">The prince continues to grieve
                    and muse.</head>
                    <p>AT this time the sound of musick proclaimed the <ref target="repast_" corresp="repast">hour of repast</ref>
                        <note xml:id="repast" target="repast_">Time for supper, sleep, and other refreshment.</note>,
                    and the conversation was concluded. The
                
            <pb n="28"/>
               
                    old man went away sufficiently discontented to find that his reasonings had
                    produced the only conclusion which they
                    were intended to prevent. But in the
                    decline of life shame and grief are of
                    short duration; whether it be that we
                    bear easily what we have born long, or
                    that, finding ourselves in age less regarded, we less regard others; or, that we
                    look with slight regard upon afflictions,
                    to which we know that the hand of death
                    is about to put an end.
                </p>
                <p>
                    The prince, whose views were extended to a wider space, could not speedily
                    quiet his emotions. He had been before terrified at the length of life which
                    nature promised him, because he considered that in a long time much must be
                    endured; he now rejoiced in his youth, because in many years much might be
                    done.
                </p>
            <pb n="29"/>
                <p>
                    This first beam of hope, that had
                    been ever darted into his mind, rekindled
                    youth in his cheeks, and doubled the
                    lustre of his eyes. He was fired with
                    the desire of doing something, though
                    he knew not yet with distinctness, either
                    end or means.
                </p>
                <p>
                    He was now no longer gloomy and
                    unsocial; but, confidering himself as
                    master of a secret stock of happiness,
                    which he could enjoy only by concealing
                    it, he affected to be busy in all schemes
                    of diversion, and endeavoured to make
                    others pleased with the state of which he
                    himself was weary. But pleasures never can be so multiplied or continued,
                
            <pb n="30"/>
                
                    as not to leave much of life unemployed;
                    there were many hours, both of the night
                    and day, which he could spend without
                    suspicion in solitary thought. The load
                    of life was much lightened: he went
                    eagerly into the assemblies, because he
                    supposed the frequency of his presence
                    necessary to the success of his purposes;
                    he retired gladly to privacy, because he
                    had now a subject of thought.
                </p>
                <p>
                    His chief amusement was to picture
                    to himself that world which he had never
                    seen; to place himself in various conditions; to be entangled in imaginary dif\ficulties, and to be engaged in wild adventures: but his benevolence always
                    terminated his projects in the relief of
                    distress, the detection of fraud, the de-
                
            <pb n="31"/>
                
                    feat of oppression, and the diffusion of
                    happiness.
                </p>
                <p>
                    Thus passed twenty months of the life
                    of Rasselas. He busied himself so intensely in visionary bustle, that he forgot
                    his real solitude; and, amidst hourly
                    preparations for the various incidents of
                    human affairs, neglected to confider by
                    what means he should mingle with mankind.
                </p>
                <p>
                    One day, as he was sitting on a bank,
                    he <ref target="feigned_" corresp="feigned">feigned to himself</ref>
                        <note xml:id="feigned" target="feigned_">imagined</note> an orphan virgin
                    robbed of her little portion by a treacherous lover, and crying after him for
                    restitution and redress. So strongly was
                    the image impressed upon his mind, that
                    he started up in the maid's defence, and
                    run forward to seize the plunderer with
                
            <pb n="32"/>
                
                    all the eagerness of real persuit. Fear
                    naturally quickens the flight of guilt.
                    Rasselas could not catch the fugitive with
                    his utmost efforts; but, resolving to weary, by perseverance, him whom he could
                    not surpass in speed, he pressed on till
                    the foot of the mountain stopped his
                    course.
                </p>
                <p>
                    Here he recollected himself, and smiled
                    at his own useless impetuosity. Then
                    raising his eyes to the mountain, "This,
                    said he, is the fatal obstacle that hinders
                    at once the enjoyment of pleasure, and
                    the exercise of virtue. How long is it
                    that my hopes and wishes have flown
                    beyond this boundary of my life, which
                    yet I never have attempted to surmount!
                </p>
                
            <pb n="33"/>
                <p>
                    Struck with this reflection, he sat
                    down to muse, and remembered, that
                    since he first resolved to escape from his
                    confinement, the sun had passed twice
                    over him in his annual course. He now
                    felt a degree of regret with which he had
                    never been before acquainted. He considered how much might have been done
                    in the time which had passed, and left
                    nothing real behind it. He compared
                    twenty months with the life of man.
                    "In life, said he, is not to be counted
                    the ignorance of infancy, or imbecility
                    of age. We are long before we are able
                    to think, and we soon cease from the
                    power of acting. The true period of
                    human existence may be reasonably estimated as forty years, of which I have
                    mused away <ref target="part_" corresp="part">the four and twentieth part</ref>
                        <note xml:id="part" target="part_">The language here is confusing. Earlier, Johnson writes that Rasselas was twenty-six. After spending twenty months musing, he would have to be at least twenty-seven by this point. Is Rasselas saying that he became cognizant of his thoughts at age three, or is this just an error on Johnson's part?</note>.
                    What I have lost was certain, for I have
                
            <pb n="34"/>
               
                    certainly possessed it; but of twenty
                    months to come who can assure me?"
                </p>
                <p>
                    The consciousness of his own folly
                    pierced him deeply, and he was long before he could be reconciled to himself.
                    ''The rest of my time, said he, has
                    been lost by the crime or folly of my ancestors, and the absurd institutions of my
                    country; I remember it with disgust, yet
                    without remorse: but the months that
                    have passed since new light darted into
                    my soul, since I formed a scheme of reasonable felicity, have been squandered by
                    my own fault. I have lost that which
                    can never be restored: I have seen the
                    sun rise and set for twenty months, an
                    idle gazer on the light of heaven: In
                    this time the birds have left the nest of
                    their mother, and committed themselves
                
            <pb n="35"/>
               
                    to the woods and to the skies: the
                    <ref target="kid_" corresp="kid">kid has forsaken the teat</ref>
                        <note xml:id="kid" target="kid_">That is, the baby goats have left their mothers and learned to climb the mountains for food.</note>, and learned
                    by degrees to climb the rocks in quest of
                    independant sustenance. I only have
                    made no advances, but am still helpless
                    and ignorant. The moon by more than
                    twenty changes, admonished me of the
                    flux of life; the stream that rolled before my feet upbraided my inactivity. I
                    sat feasting on intellecual luxury, regardless alike of the examples of the
                    earth, and the instructions of the planets. Twenty months are past, who
                    shall restore them!"
                </p>
                <p>
                    These sorrowful meditations fastened
                    upon his mind; he past four months
                    in resolving to lose no more time in idle
                    resolves, and was awakened to more
                    vigorous exertion by hearing a maid,
              
            <pb n="36"/>
                
                    who had broken a porcelain cup, remark,
                    that what cannot be repaired is not to be
                    regretted.
                </p>
                <p>
                    This was obvious; and Rasselas re-
                    proached himself that he had not disco-
                    vered it, having not known, or not con-
                    sidered, how many useful hints are ob-
                    tained by chance, and how often the
                    mind, hurried by her own ardour to dis-
                    tant views, neglects the truths that lie
                    open before her. He, for a few hours,
                    regretted his regret, and from that time
                    bent his whole mind upon the means of
                    escaping from the valley of happiness.
                </p>
                
            <pb n="37"/>
                
                    <head>CHAP. V.</head>
                   <head type="sub"> The prince mediates his escape.</head>
                    <p>He now found that it would be very
                    difficult to effect that which it was
                    very easy to suppose effected. When he
                    looked round about him, he saw himself confined by the bars of nature which
                    had never yet been broken, and by the
                    gate, through which none that once had
                    passed it were ever able to return. He
                    was now impatient as an eagle in a
                    grate. He passed week after week in
                    clambering the mountains, to see if there
                    was any aperture which the bushes might
                    conceal, but found all the summits inaccessible by their prominence. The iron
                
            <pb n="38"/>
              
                    gate he despaired to open; for it was not
                    only secured with all the power of art,
                    but was always watched by successive sentinels, and was by its position exposed
                    to the perpetual observation of all the inhabitants.
                </p>
                <p>
                    He then examined the cavern through
                    which the waters of the lake were discharged; and, looking down at a time
                    when the sun shone strongly upon its
                    mouth, he discovered it to be full of broken rocks, which, though they permitted
                    the stream to flow through many narrow
                    passages, would stop any body of solid
                    bulk. He returned discouraged and dejected; but, having now known the blessing of hope, resolved never to despair.
                </p>
              
            <pb n="39"/>
                <p>
                    In these fruitless searches he spent ten
                    months. The time, however, passed
                    chearfully away: in the morning he rose
                    with new hope, in the evening applauded his own diligence, and in the night
                    slept sound after his fatigue. He met a
                    thousand amusements which beguiled his
                    labour, and diversified his thoughts.
                    He discerned the various instincts of animals, and properties of plants, and found
                    the place replete with wonders, of which
                    he purposed to solace himself with the
                    contemplation, if he should never be
                    able to accomplish his flight; rejoicing
                    that his endeavours, though yet unsucessful, had supplied him with a source of
                    inexhaustible enquiry.
                </p>
                <p>
                    But his original curiosity was not yet
                    abated; he resolved to obtain some know-
                
            <pb n="40"/>
                
                    ledge of the ways of men. His wish
                    still continued, but his hope grew less.
                    He ceased to survey any longer the walls
                    of his prison, and spared to search by new
                    toils for interstices which he knew could
                    not be found, yet determined to keep his
                    design always in view, and lay hold on
                    any expedient that time should offer.
                </p>
               
                    <head>CHAP. VI.</head>
                    <head>A dissertation on the art of flying.</head>
                    <p>Among the artists that had
                    been allured into the happy valley, to labour for the accommodation and
                    pleasure of its inhabitants, was a man
                    eminent for his knowledge of the mechanick powers, who had contrived ma-
               
            <pb n="41"/>
                
                    ny engines both of use and recreation.
                    By a wheel, which the stream turned, he
                    forced the water into a tower, whence
                    it was distributed to all the apartments of
                    the palace. He erected a pavillion in the
                    garden, around which he kept the air
                    always cool by artificial showers. One
                    of the groves, appropriated to the ladies,
                    was ventilated by fans, to which the rivulet that run through it gave a constant
                    motion; and instruments of soft musick
                    were placed at proper distances, of which
                    some played by the impulse of the wind,
                    and some by the power of the stream.
                </p>
                <p>
                    This artist was sometimes visited by
                    Rasselas, who was pleased with every
                    kind of knowledge, imagining that the
                    time would come when all his acquisitions
                
            <pb n="42"/>
               
                    should be of use to him in the open world.
                    He came one day to amuse himself in his
                    usual manner, and found the master busy
                    in building a failing chariot: he saw
                    that the design was practicable upon a level surface, and with expressions of great
                    esteem solicited its completion. The
                    workman was pleased to find himself so
                    much regarded by the prince, and resolved to gain yet higher honours. "Sir,
                    said he, you have seen but a small part
                    of what the mechanick sciences can perform. I have been long of opinion, that,
                    instead of the tardy conveyance of ships
                    and chariots, man might use the swifter
                    migration of wings; that the fields of
                    air are open to knowledge; and that only ignorance and idleness need crawl upon
                    the ground."
                </p>
           
            <pb n="43"/>
                <p>
                    This hint rekindled the prince's desire
                    of passing the mountains; having seen
                    what the mechanist had already performed, he was willing to fancy that he
                    could do more; yet resolved to enquire
                    further before he suffered hope to afflict
                    him by disappointment. "I am afraid,
                    said he to the artist, that your imagination prevails over your skill, and that
                    you now tell me rather what you wish
                    than what you know. Every animal has
                    his element assigned him; the birds have
                    the air, and man and beasts the earth."
                    "So, replied the mechanist, fishes have
                    the water, in which yet beasts can swim
                    by nature, and men by art. He that can
                    swim needs not despair to fly: to swim is
                    to fly in a grosser fluid, and to fly is to
                    swim in a subtler. We are only to proportion our power of resistance to the
                
            <pb n="44"/>
          
                    different density of the matter through
                    which we are to pass. You will be necessarily upborn by the air, if you can
                    renew any impulse upon it, faster than the
                    air can recede from the pressure."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "But the exercise of swimming, said
                    the prince, is very laborious; the strong-est limbs are soon wearied; I am afraid
                    the act of flying will be yet more violent,
                    and wings will be of no great use,
                    unless we can fly further than we can
                    swim."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "The labour of rising from the
                    ground, said the artist, will be great, as
                    we see it in the heavier domestick fowls;
                    but, as we mount higher, the earth's attraction, and the body's gravity, will be gra-
                    dually diminished, till we shall arrive at
               
            <pb n="45"/>
                
                    a region where the man will float in
                    the air without any tendency to fall: no
                    care will then be necessary, but to move
                    forwards, which the gentlest impulse
                    will effect. You, Sir, whose curiosity
                    is so extensive, will easily conceive with
                    what pleasure a philosopher, furnished
                    with wings, and hovering in the sky, would
                    see the earth, and all it's inhabitants, rolling beneath him, and presenting to
                    him successively, by it's diurnal motion,
                    all the countries within the same parallel.
                    How must it amuse the pendent spectator to see the moving scene of land and
                    ocean, cities and desarts! To survey
                    with equal security the marts of trade,
                    and the fields of battle; mountains infested by barbarians, and fruitful regions
                    gladdened by plenty, and lulled by
                    peace! How easily shall we then trace
                
            <pb n="46"/>
             
                    the Nile through all his passage; pass
                    over to distant regions, and examine the
                    face of nature from one extremity of the
                    earth to the other!"</p>
                
                <p>
                    "All this, said the prince, is much to
                    be desired, but I am afraid that no man
                    will be able to breathe in these regions of
                    speculation and tranquility. I have been
                    told, that respiration is difficult upon
                    lofty mountains, yet from these precipices, though so high as to produce great
                    tenuity of the air, it is very easy to fall:
                    therefore I suspect, that from any height,
                    where life can be supported, there may
                    be danger of too quick descent."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Nothing, replied the artist, will ever
                    be attempted, if all possible objections
                    must be first overcome. If you will fa-
               
            <pb n="47"/>
               
                    vour my project I will try the first flight at
                    my own hazard. I have considered the
                    structure of all volant animals, and find
                    the folding continuity of the bat's wings
                    most easily accomodated to the human
                    form. Upon this model I shall begin
                    my task to morrow, and in a year expect
                    to tower into the air beyond the malice or
                    persuit of man. But I will work only
                    on this condition, that the art shall not
                    be divulged, and that you shall not require me to make wings for any but
                    ourselves."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Why, said Rasselas, should you envy others so great an advantage? All
                    skill ought to be exerted for universal
                    good; every man has owed much to
                    others, and ought to repay the kindness
                    that he has received."
                </p>
          
            <pb n="48"/>
                <p>
                    "If men were all virtuous, returned
                    the artist, 1 should with great alacrity
                    teach them all to fly. But what would
                    be the security of the good, if the bad
                    could at pleasure invade them from the
                    sky? Against an army sailing through
                    the clouds neither walls, nor mountains,
                    nor seas, could afford any security. A
                    flight of northern savages might hover
                    in the wind, and light at once with irresistible violence, upon the capital of a
                    fruitful region that was rolling under
                    them. Even this valley, the retreat of
                    princes, the abode of happiness, might
                    be violated by the sudden descent of some
                    of the naked nations that swarm on the
                    coast of the southern sea."
                </p>
                <p>
                    The prince promised secrecy, and waited for the performance, not wholly hope-
                
           
            <pb n="49"/>
                
                    less of success. He visited the work from
                    time to time, observed its progress, and
                    remarked many ingenious contrivances to
                    facilitate motion, and unite levity with
                    strength. The artist was every day
                    more certain that he should leave vultures and eagles behind him, and the
                    contagion of his confidence seized upon
                    the prince.</p>
                
                <p>
                    In a year the wings were finished, and,
                    on a morning appointed, the maker appeared furnished for flight on a little
                    promontory: he waved his pinions a
                    while to gather air, then leaped from
                    his stand, and in an instant dropped into
                    the lake. His wings, which were of no
                    use in the air, sustained him in the water,
                    and the prince drew him to land, half
                    dead with terrour and vexation.
                </p>
           
            <pb n="50"/>
               
                    <head>CHAP. VII.</head>
                    <head type="sub">The prince finds a man of learning.</head>
                
                <p>
                    The prince was not much afflicted
                    by this disaster, having suffered
                    himself to hope for a happier event, only because he had no other means of escape
                    in view. He still persisted in his design
                    to leave the happy valley by the first
                    opportunity.
                </p>
                <p>
                    His imagination was now at a stand;
                    he had no prospect of entering into the
                    world; and, notwithstanding all his endeavours to support himself, discontent
                    by degrees preyed upon him, and he began again to lose his thoughts in sadness
                
            <pb n="51"/>
               
                    when the rainy season, which in these
                    countries is periodical, made it inconvenient to wander in the woods.
                </p>
                <p>
                    The rain continued longer and with
                    more violence than had been ever known:
                    the clouds broke on the surrounding
                    mountains, and the torrents streamed in to the plain on every side, till the cavern was too narrow to discharge the water. The lake overflowed its banks, and
                    all the level of the valley was covered
                    with the inundation. The eminence, on
                    which the palace was built, and some
                    other spots of rising ground, were all that
                    the eye could now discover. The herds
                    and flocks left the pastures, and both
                    the wild beasts and the tame retreated to
                    the mountains.
                </p>
            
            <pb n="52"/>
                <p>
                    This inundation confined all the princes to domestick amusements, and the
                    attention of Rasselas was particularly
                    seized by a poem, which Imlac rehearsed upon the various conditions of
                    humanity. He commanded the poet
                    to attend him in his apartment, and recite his verses a second time; then
                    entering into familiar talk, he thought
                    himself happy in having found a man
                    who knew the world so well, and could
                    so skilfully paint the scenes of life. He
                    asked a thousand questions about things,
                    to which, though common to all other
                    mortals, his confinement from childhood
                    had kept him a stranger. The poet pitied his ignorance, and loved his curiosity, and entertained him from day to
                    day with novelty and instruction, so that
                    the prince regretted the necessity of sleep,
                </p>
            
            <pb n="53"/>
                <p>
                    and longed till the morning should renew his pleasure.
                </p>
                <p>
                    As they were sitting together, the
                    prince commanded Imlac to relate
                    his history, and to tell by what accident
                    he was forced, or by what motive
                    induced, to close his life in the happy valley. As he was going to begin
                    his narrative, Rasselas was called to a
                    concert, and obliged to restrain his curiosity till the evening.
                </p>
              
                    <head>CHAP. VIII.</head>
                    <head type="sub">The history of Imlac</head>
                <p>THE close of the day is, in the regions of the <ref target="torrid_" corresp="torrid">torrid zone</ref>
                        <note xml:id="torrid" target="torrid_">the tropics</note>, the only
                    season of diversion and entertainment,
                
          
            <pb n="54"/>
                
                    and it was therefore mid-night before the
                    musick ceased, and the princesses retired.
                    Rasselas then called for his companion and
                    required him to begin the story of his
                    life.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Sir, said Imlac, my history will
                    not be long: the life that is devoted
                    to knowledge pases silently away, and
                    is very little diversified by events. To
                    talk in publick, to think in solitude, to
                    read and to hear, to inquire, and answer
                    inquiries, is the business of a scholar.
                    He wanders about the world without
                    pomp or terrour, and is neither known
                    nor valued but by men like himself.
                </p>
                <p>
                
            <pb n="55"/>
                
                    thy merchant, who traded between the
                    inland countries of Africk and the ports
                    of <ref target="sea_" corresp="sea">the <placeName type="tgn" key="1001069">red sea</placeName>.</ref>
                        <note xml:id="red" target="red_">The Red Sea is the body of water that divides the Arabian Peninsula from the Horn of Africa. Modern nations that border the Red Sea include Sudan, Egypt, Eritrea, Ethiopia, Djibouti, Sudan, Saudi Arabia, Yemen, and Jordan.</note> He was honest, frugal
                    and diligent, but of mean sentiments,
                    and narrow comprehension: he desired
                    only to be rich, and to conceal his riches, lest he should be spoiled by the governours of the province."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Surely, said the prince, my father
                    must be negligent of his charge, if any
                    man in his dominions dares take that
                    which belongs to another. Does he not
                    know that kings are accountable for injustice permitted as well as done? If I
                    were emperour, not the meanest of my subjects should be oppressed with impunity.
                    My blood boils when I am told that a
                    merchant durst not enjoy his honest gains
                    for fear of losing them by the <ref target="rapacity_" corresp="rapacity">rapacity</ref>
                        <note xml:id="rapacity" target="rapacity_">Johnson defines "rapacity" as "Addictiveness to plunder; exercise of plunder; ravenousness."</note>
                
            <pb n="56"/>
                
                    of power. Name the governour. who
                    robbed the people, that I may declare his
                    crimes to the emperour."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Sir, said Imlac, your ardour is
                    the natural effect of virtue animated
                    by youth: the time will come when you,
                    will acquit your father, and perhaps hear
                    with less impatience of the governour.
                    Oppression is, in the Abissinian dominions,
                    neither frequent nor tolerated; but no
                    form of government has been yet discovered; by which cruelty can be wholly prevented. Subordination supposes
                    power on one part and subjection on the
                    other; and if power be in the hands
                    of men, it will sometimes be abused.
                    The vigilance of the supreme magistrate
                    may do much, but much will still remain undone. He can never know all
                
            <pb n="57"/>
                
                    the crimes that are committed, and can
                    seldom punish all that he knows."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "This, said the prince, I do not understand, but I had rather hear thee than
                    dispute. Continue thy narration."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "My father, proceeded Imlac, originally intended that I should have no other
                    education, than such as might qualify
                    me for commerce; and discovering in
                    me great strength of memory, and quickness of apprehension, often declared his
                    hope that I should be some time the richest man in Abissinia."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Why, said the prince, did thy fa-ther desire the increase of his wealth,
                    when it was already greater than he durst
                    discover or enjoy? I am unwilling to
                
            <pb n="58"/>
              
                    doubt thy veracity, yet inconsistencies
                    cannot both be true."</p>
              
                <p>
                    "Inconsistencies, answered Imlac,
                    cannot both be right, but, imputed to
                    man, they may both be true. Yet diversity is not inconsistency. My father
                    might expect a time of greater security.
                    However, some desire is necessary to
                    keep life in motion, and he, whose real
                    wants are supplied, must admit those of
                    fancy."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "This, said the prince, I can in some
                    measure conceive. I repent that I interrupted thee."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "With this hope, proceeded Imlac,
                    he sent me to school; but when I
                    had once found the delight of knowledge,
                
            <pb n="59"/>
               
                    and felt the pleasure of intelligence and
                    the pride of invention, I began silently
                    to despise riches, and determined to disappoint the purpose of my father, whose
                    <ref target="grossness_" corresp="grossness">grossness of conception</ref>
                        <note xml:id="grossness" target="grossness_">ignorance</note> raised my pity.
                    I was twenty years old before his tenderness would expose me to the fatigue of
                    travel, in which time I had been instructed, by successive matters, in all the literature of my native country. As every
                    hour taught me something new, I lived
                    in a continual course of gratifications;
                    but, as I advanced towards manhood,
                    1 lost much of the reverence with which I
                    had been used to look on my instructors;
                    because, when the lesson was ended, I did
                    not find them wiser or better than common men.
                </p>
                
            <pb n="60"/>
                
                   <p> "'At length my father resolved to initiate me in commerce, and, opening one
                    of his subterranean treasuries, counted
                    out ten thousand pieces of gold. This,
                    young man, said he, is the stock with
                    which you must negociate. I began with
                    less than the fifth part, and you see
                    how diligence and parsimony have increased it. This is your own to waste
                    or to improve. If you squander it by negligence or caprice, you must wait for
                    my death before you will be rich: if, in
                    four years, you double your stock, we
                    will thenceforward let subordination
                    cease, and live together as friends and
                    partners; for he shall always be equal
                    with me, who is equally skilled in the art
                    of growing rich.
                
               
            <pb n="61"/>
               
                    "We laid our money upon camels,
                    concealed in bales of cheap goods, and
                    travelled to the shore of the red sea.
                    When I cast my eye on the expanse of
                    waters my heart bounded like that of a
                    prisoner escaped. I felt an unextinguishable curiosity kindle in my mind, and
                    resolved to snatch this opportunity of
                    seeing the manners of other nations,
                    and of learning sciences unknown in Abissinia.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "I remembered that my father had
                    obliged me to the improvement of my
                    stock, not by a promise which I ought
                    not to violate, but by a penalty which I
                    was at liberty to incur; and therefore determined to gratify my predominant desire,
                    and by drinking at the fountains of knowledge, to quench the thirst of curiosity.
                </p>
                
            <pb n="62"/>
                <p>
                    "As I was supposed to trade without
                    connexion with my father, it was easy
                    for me to become acquainted with the
                    matter of a ship, and procure a passage
                    to some other country. I had no motives
                    of choice to regulate my voyage; it was
                    sufficient for me that, wherever I wandered, I should see a country which I
                    had not seen before. I therefore entered
                    a ship <ref target="Surat_" corresp="Surat">bound for <placeName type="tgn" key="7001592">Surat</placeName>
                        </ref>
                        <note xml:id="Surat" target="Surat">A district within the state of Gujarat in India. This state is on the western coast of India so Imlac would have crossed the Arabian Sea to travel there. In the eighteenth century, Surat was a major sea port.</note>, having left a letter for my father declaring my intention.
                </p>
                
            <pb n="63"/>
               
                   <head> CHAP. IX.</head>
                    <head type="sub">The history of Imlac continued.</head>
                <p>WHEN I first entered upon the
                    world of waters, and lost sight
                    of land, I looked round about me with
                    pleasing terrour, and thinking my soul
                    enlarged by the boundless prospect, imagined that I could gaze round for ever
                    without satiety; but, in a short time, I
                    grew weary of looking on barren uniformity, where I could only see again
                    what I had already seen. I then descended into the ship, and doubted for a while
                    whether all my future pleasures would not
                    end like this in disgust and disappoint-
                
            <pb n="64"/>
                
                    ment. Yet, surely, said I, the ocean
                    and the land are very different; the only
                    variety of water is rest and motion, but
                    the earth has mountains and vallies, desarts and cities: it is inhabited by men
                    of different customs and contrary opinions ; and I may hope to find variety in
                    life, though I should miss it in nature.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "With this thought I quieted my mind;
                    and amused myself during the voyage,
                    sometimes by learning from the sailors
                    the art of navigation, which I have never practiced, and sometimes by forming
                    schemes for my conduct in different situations, in not one of which I have been
                    ever placed.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "I was almost weary of my naval amuse-
                    ments when we landed safely at Surat. I
                
            <pb n="65"/>
              
                    secured my money, and purchasing some
                    commodities for show, joined myself to
                    a caravan that was passing into the inland country. My companions, for some
                    reason or other, conjecturing that I was
                    rich, and, by my inquiries and admiration, finding that I was ignorant, considered me as a novice whom they had a
                    right to cheat, and who was to learn at
                    the usual expence the art of fraud. They
                    exposed me to the theft of servants, and
                    the exaction of officers, and saw me
                    plundered upon false pretences, without
                    any advantage to themselves, but that
                    of rejoicing in the superiority of their
                    own knowledge."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Stop a moment, said the prince. Is
                    there such depravity in man, as that he
                    should injure another without benefit to
               
            <pb n="66"/>
                
                    himself? I can easily conceive that all are
                    pleased with superiority; but your ignorance was merely accidental, which,
                    being neither your crime nor your folly,
                    could afford them no reason to applaud
                    themselves; and the knowledge which
                    they had, and which you wanted, they
                    might as effectually have shewn by warning, as betraying you."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Pride, said Imlac, is seldom delicate, it will please itself with very
                    mean advantages; and envy feels not
                    its own happiness, but when it may
                    be compared with the misery of others.
                    They were my enemies because they
                    grieved to think me rich, and my
                    oppressors because they delighted to find
                    me weak."
                </p>
                
            <pb n="67"/>
                <p>
                    "Proceed, said the prince: I doubt
                    not of the facts which you relate, but
                    imagine that you impute them to mistaken motives."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "In this company, said Imlac,
                    I arrived at <ref target="Agra_" corresp="Agra">
                            <placeName type="tgn" key="7001493">Agra</placeName>, the capital of Indostan, the city in which the great Mogul
                    commonly resides</ref>.<note xml:id="Agra" target="Agra_">The city of Agra was the capital of the Mughul empire that dominated the Indian subcontinent from the early 1500s until the eighteenth century, when the British East India Company systematically dismantled it. The "great Mogul" was the ruler of the empire. Agra is perhaps most famous now as the site of the Taj Mahal, built by the emperor Jahan as a tomb for his favorite wife Mumtaz Mahal in the seventeenth century.</note> I applied myself to
                    the language of the country, and in a
                    few months was able to converse with the
                    learned men; some of whom I found
                    morose and reserved, and others easy
                    and communicative; some were unwilling to teach another what they had with
                    dificulty learned themselves; and some
                    shewed that the end of their studies was
                    to gain the dignity of instructing.
                </p>
                
            <pb n="68"/>
                <p>
                    "To the tutor of the young princes
                    I recommended myself so much, that I
                    was presented to the emperour as a man
                    of uncommon knowledge. The emperour asked me many questions concerning my country and my travels; and
                    though I cannot now recollect any thing
                    that he uttered above the power of a
                    common man, he dismissed me astonished
                    at his wisdom, and enamoured of his
                    goodness.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "My credit was now so high, that
                    the merchants, with whom I had travelled, applied to me for recommendations
                    to the ladies of the court. I was surprised at their confidence of solicitation,
                    and gently reproached them with their
                    practices on the road. They heard me
                
            <pb n="69"/>
                
                    with cold indifference, and shewed no
                    tokens of shame or sorrow.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "They then urged their request with
                    the offer of a bribe; but what I would
                    not do for kindness I would not do for
                    money; and refused them, not because
                    they had injured me, but because I would
                    not enable them to injure others; for I
                    knew they would have made use of my
                    credit to cheat those who should buy their
                    wares.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Having resided at Agra till there
                    was no more to be learned, I travelled
                    into <ref target="Persia_" corresp="Persia">
                            <placeName type="tgn" key="7000231">Persia</placeName>
                        </ref>,<note xml:id="Persia" target="Persia_">&gt;Now known as the modern state of Iran.</note> where I saw many remains
                    of ancient magnificence, and observed
                    many new accommodations of life. The
                    Persians are a nation eminently social,
                    and their assemblies afforded me daily
               
        
            <pb n="70"/>
             
                    opportunities of remarking charaters
                    and manners, and of tracing human nature through all its variations.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "From Persia I passed into <ref target="Arabia_" corresp="Arabia">
                            <placeName type="tgn" key="1012700">Arabia</placeName>,</ref>
                        <note xml:id="Arabia" target="Arabia_">The Arabian peninsula, now divided into the modern states of Saudi Arabia, Bahrain, Oman, Kuwait, Qatar, Yemen, and the United Arab Emirates.</note>
                    where I saw a nation at once pastoral
                    and warlike; who live without any settled habitation; whose only wealth is
                    their flocks and herds; and who have
                    yet carried on, through all ages, an
                    hereditary war with all mankind, though
                    they neither covet nor envy their possessions.
                </p>
                
            <pb n="71"/>
                
                    <head>CHAP. X.</head>
                    <head type="sub">Imlac's history continued. A dissertation upon poetry.</head>
                    <p>WHEREVER I went, I foundthat Poetry was considered as the
                    highest learning, and regarded with a veneration somewhat approaching to that
                    which man would pay to the Angelick
                    Nature. And it yet fills me with wonder, that, in almost all countries, the
                    most ancient poets are considered as the
                    best: whether it be that every other
                    kind of knowledge is an acquisition
                    gradually attained, and poetry is a gift
                    conferred at once; or that the first
                    poetry of every nation surprised them as
                
           
            <pb n="72"/>
                 novelty, and retained the credit by consent which it received by accident at first:
                    or whether, as the province of poetry is
                    to describe Nature and Passion, which
                    are always the same, the first writers took
                    possession of the most striking objects for
                    description, and the most probable occurrences for fiction, and left nothing to
                    those that followed them, but transcription of the same events, and new combinations of the same images. Whatever
                    be the reason, it is commonly observed that
                    the early writers are in possession of nature,
                    and their followers of art: that the first
                    excel in strength and invention, and the
                    latter in elegance and refinement.</p>
                
                <p>
                    "I was desirous to add my name to this
                    illustrious fraternity. I read all the poets
                    of Persia and Arabia, and was able to
                
            <pb n="73"/>
               
                    repeat by memory the volumes that are
                    suspended in the mosque of Mecca. But
                    I soon found that no man was ever great
                    by imitation. My desire of excellence
                    impelled me to transfer my attention to
                    nature and to life. Nature was to be
                    my subject, and men to be my auditors:
                    I could never describe what I had not
                    seen: I could not hope to move those
                    with delight or terrour, whose interests
                    and opinions I did not understand.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Being now resolved to be a poet, I saw
                    everything with a new purpose; my sphere
                    of attention was suddenly magnified: no
                    kind of knowledge was to be overlooked.
                    I ranged mountains and deserts for images
                    and resemblances, and pictured upon my
                    mind every tree of the forest and flower
                    of the valley. I observed with equal
               
            <pb n="74"/>
               
                    care the crags of the rock and the pinnacles of the palace. Sometimes I wandered along the mazes of the rivulet,
                    and sometimes watched the changes of the
                    summer clouds. To a poet nothing can be
                    useless. Whatever is beautiful, and whatever is dreadful, must be familiar to his
                    imagination: he must be conversant with
                    all that is awfully vast or elegantly little. The plants of the garden, the animals of the wood, the minerals of the
                    earth, and meteors of the sky, must all
                    concur to store his mind with inexhaustible variety : for every idea is useful for
                    the inforcement or decoration of moral or
                    religious truth; and he, who knows most,
                    will have most power of diversifying his
                    scenes, and of gratifying his reader with
                    remote allusions and unexpected instruction.
                </p>
                
            <pb n="75"/>
                <p>
                    "All the appearances of nature I was
                    therefore careful to study, and every
                    country which I have surveyed has contributed something to my poetical
                    powers."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "In so wide a survey, said the prince,
                    you must surely have left much unob-
                    served. I have lived, till now, within
                    the circuit of these mountains, and yet
                    cannot walk abroad without the sight of
                    something which I had never beheld before, or never heeded."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "The business of a poet, said Imlac, is to examine, not the individual,
                    but the species; to remark general properties and large appearances: he does
                    not number the streaks of the tulip, or
                    describe the different shades in the ver-
                
            <pb n="76"/>
               
                    dure of the forest. He is to exhibit in his
                    portraits of nature such prominent and
                    striking features, as recal the original to
                    every mind; and must neglect the
                    minuter discriminations, which one may
                    have remarked, and another have neglected, for those characteristicks which are
                    alike obvious to vigilance and carelesness.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "But the knowledge of nature is only half the talk of a poet; he must be acquainted like wife with all the modes of life.
                    His character requires that he estimate the
                    happiness and misery of every condition;
                    observe the power of all the passions in all
                    their combinations, and trace the changes
                    of the human mind as they are modified
                    by various institutions and accidental influ
            </p>
            <pb n="77"/>
                <p>
                    ences of climate or custom, from the spriteliness of infancy to the despondence of
                    decrepitude. He must divest himself of
                    the prejudices of his age or country; he
                    must consider right and wrong in their
                    abstracted and invariable state; he must
                    disregard present laws and opinions,
                    and rise to general and transcendental
                    truths, which will always be the fame:
                    he must therefore content himself with
                    the flow progress of his name; contemn the applause of his own time,
                    and commit his claims to the justice of posterity. He must write as the interpreter
                    of nature, and the legislator of mankind,
                    and consider himself as presiding over
                    the thoughts and manners of future
                    generations; as a being superiour to time
                    and place.</p>
                
            <pb n="78"/>
                <p>
                    "His labour is not yet at an end: he
                    must know many languages and many
                    sciences; and, that his stile may be
                    worthy of his thoughts, must by incessant practice, familiarize to himself every
                    delicacy of speech and grace of harmony."
                </p>
                
                    <head>CHAP. XI.</head>
                    <head type="sub">Imlac's narrative continued. A hint on pilgrimage.</head>
                <p>IMLAC now felt the enthusiastic fit,
                    and was proceeding to aggrandize his
                    own profession, when the prince cried
                    out, "Enough! Thou hast convinced
                    me, that no human being can ever be a
                    poet. Proceed with thy narration."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "To be a poet, said Imlac, is indeed
                    very difficult." "So difficult, returned
                    the prince, that I will at present hear no
               
            <pb n="79"/>
              
                    of his labours. Tell me whither
                    you went when you had seen Persia."</p>
                
                <p>
                    "From Persia, said the poet, I traveled through <ref target="Syria_" corresp="Syria">
                            <placeName type="tgn" key="8711750">Syria</placeName>,</ref>
                        <note xml:id="Syria" target="Syria_">In Johnson's era (and Imlac's), not the modern state of Syria, but a somewhat larger and slightly amorphous region of the Middle East on the eastern short of the Mediterranean that included the modern state but also at times parts of modern Iraq, Lebanon, and Israel. </note> and for three years
                    resided in <ref target="Palestine_" corresp="Palestine">
                            <placeName type="tgn" key="1000140">Palestine</placeName>,</ref>
                        <note xml:id="Palestine" target="Palestine_">In this era, the region in the eastern Mediterranean comprising the modern state of Israel, but also Gaza, the West Bank of the Jordan river. </note> where I conversed
                    with great numbers of the northern and
                    western nations of Europe; the nations
                    which are now in possession of all power
                    and all knowledge; whose armies are irresistible, and whose fleets command the
                    remotest parts of the globe. When I
                    compared these men with the natives of
                    our own kingdom, and those that surround us, they appeared almost another
                    order of beings. In their countries it is
                    cificult to wish for any thing that may
                    not be obtained: a thousand arts, of
                    which we never heard, are continually
                    labouring for their convenience and plea-
                
            <pb n="80"/>
                
                    sure; and whatever their own climate has
                    denied them is supplied by their commerce."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "By what means, said the prince, are
                    the Europeans thus powerful? or why,
                    since they can so easily visit Asia and Africa for trade or conquest, cannot the
                    Asiaticks and Africans invade their coasts,
                    plant colonies in their ports, and give
                    laws to their natural princes? The same
                    wind that carries them back would bring
                    us thither."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "They are more powerful, Sir, than
                    we, answered Imlac, because they are
                    wiser; knowledge will always predominate over ignorance, as man governs the
                    other animals. But why their knowledge is more than ours, I know not what
               
            <pb n="81"/>
              
                    reason can be given, but the unsearchable
                    will of the Supreme Being."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "When, said the prince with a sigh,
                    shall I be able to visit Palestine, and mingle with this mighty confluence of nations? Till that happy moment shall
                    arrive, let me fill up the time with such
                    representations as thou canst give me. I
                    am not ignorant of the motive that assembles such numbers in that place, and
                    cannot but consider it as the center of
                    wisdom and piety, to which the best and
                    wisest men of every land must be continually resorting."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "There are some nations, said Imlac,
                    that send few visitants to Palestine; for,
                    many numerous and learned sects in
                    Europe, concur to censure pilgrimage
                
            <pb n="82"/>
               
                    as superstitious, or deride it as ridiculous."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "You know, said the prince, how
                    little my life has made me acquainted
                    with diversity of opinions: it will be too
                    long to hear the arguments on both
                    sides; you, that have considered them,
                    tell me the result."
                </p>
                <p>
                    Pilgrimage, said Imlac, like many
                    other acts of piety, may be reasonable
                    or superstious, according to the principles upon which it is performed. Long
                    journies in search of truth are not com manded. Truth, such as is necessary to
                    the regulation of life, is always found
                    where it is honestly sought. Change of
                    place is no natural cause of the increase
                    of piety, for it inevitably produces dis-
                
            <pb n="83"/>
              
                    sipation of mind. Yet, since men go
                    every day to view the fields where great
                    actions have been performed, and return
                    with stronger impressions of the event,
                    curiosity of the fame kind may naturally
                    dispose us to view that country whence
                    our religion had its beginning; and I
                    believe no man surveys those awful scenes
                    without some confirmation of holy resolutions. That the Supreme Being may
                    be more easily propitiated in one place
                    than in another, is the dream of idle
                    superstition; but that some places may
                    operate upon our own minds in an uncommon manner, is an opinion which
                    hourly experience will justify. He who
                    supposes that his vices may be more successfully combated in Palestine, will,
                    perhaps, find himself mistaken, yet he
                    may go thither without folly: he who
              
            <pb n="84"/>
                    thinks they will be more freely pardoned, dishonours at once his reason and
                    religion."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "These, said the prince, are European distintions. I will consider them
                    another time. What have you found to
                    be the effect of knowledge? Are those
                    nations happier than we?"
                </p>
                <p>
                    "There is so much infelicity, said the
                    poet, in the world, that scarce any man
                    has leisure from his own distresses to estimate the comparative happiness of others.
                    Knowledge is certainly one of the means
                    of pleasure, as is confessed by the natural desire which every mind feels of
                    increaring its ideas. Ignorance is mere
                    privation, by which nothing can be produced: it is a vacuity in which the soul
                    fits motionless and torpid for want of at-
                
            <pb n="85"/>
              
                    traction; and, without knowing why, we
                    always rejoice when we learn, and grieve
                    when we forget. I am therefore inclined to
                    conclude, that, if nothing counteracts the
                    natural consequence of learning, we grow
                    more happy as our minds take a wider
                    range.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "In enumerating the particular comforts of life we shall find many advantages on the side of the Europeans. They
                    cure wounds and diseases with which we
                    languish and perish. We suffer inclemencies of weather which they can obviate. They have engines for the despatch
                    of many laborious works, which we
                    must perform by manual industry.
                    There is such communication between.
                    distant places, that one friend can hardly
                    be said to be absent from another. Their
                
            <pb n="86"/>
              
                    policy removes all publick inconveniencies: they have roads cut through their
                    mountains, and bridges laid upon their
                    rivers. And, if we descend to the privacies of life, their habitations are more
                    commodious, and their possessions are
                    more secure.'"
                </p>
                <p>
                    "They are surely happy, said the
                    prince, who have all these conveniencies, of which I envy none so much as
                    the facility with which separated friends
                    interchange their thoughts."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "The Europeans, answered Imlac,
                    are less unhappy than we, but they are
                    not happy. Human life is every where
                    a state in which much is to be endured,
                    and little to be enjoyed."
                </p>
            
            <pb n="87"/>
                
                    <head>CHAP. XII.</head>
                    <head type="sub">The story of Imlac continued.</head>
            <p>I AM not yet willing, said the prince,
                    I to suppose that happiness is so parsimoniously distributed to mortals; nor
                    can believe but that, if I had the choice
                    of life, I should be able to fill every day
                    with pleasure. I would injure no man,
                    and should provoke no resentment: I
                    would relieve every distress, and should
                    enjoy the benedictions of gratitude. I
                    would choose my friends among the wise,
                    and my wife among the virtuous; and
                    therefore should be, in no danger from
                    treachery, or unkindness. My children
                    should, by my care, be learned and pious,
                
                
            <pb n="88"/>
                
                    and would repay to my age what their
                    childhood had received. What would
                    dare to molest him who might call on
                    every side to thousands enriched by
                    his bounty, or assisted by his power?
                    And why should not life glide quietly
                    away in the soft reciprocation of protection and reverence? All this may be
                    done without the help of European refinements, which appear by their effects
                    to be rather specious than useful. Let
                    us leave them and persue our journey."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "From Palestine, said Imlac, I passed
                    through many regions of Asia; in the
                    more civilized kingdoms as a trader, and
                    among the Barbarians of the mountains
                    as a pilgrim. At last I began to long
                    for my native country, that I might repose after my travels, and fatigues; in the
                
            <pb n="89"/>
                
                    places where I had spent my earliest years,
                    and gladden my old companions with the
                    recital of my adventures. Often did I
                    figure to myself those, with whom I had
                    sported away the gay hours of dawning
                    life, fitting round me in its evening,
                    wondering at my tales, and listening to
                    my counsels.</p>
                
                <p>
                    "When this thought had taken possession of my mind, I considered every
                    moment as wasted which did not bring
                    me nearer to Abissinia. I hastened into
                    Egypt, and, notwithstanding my impatience, was detained ten months in the contemplation of its ancient magnificence, and
                    in enquiries after the remains of its ancient
                    learning. I found in <placeName type="tgn" key="7001215">Cairo</placeName> a mixture of
                    all nations; some brought thither by the
                    love of knowledge, some by the hope of
                </p>
            
            <pb n="90"/>
                <p>
                    gain, and many by the desire of living
                    after their own manner without observation, and of lying hid in the obscurity of
                    multitudes: for, in a city, populous as
                    Cairo, it is possible to obtain at the same
                    time the gratifications of society, and
                    the secrecy of solitude.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "From Cairo I travelled to <ref target="Suez_" corresp="Suez">
                            <placeName type="tgn" key="001164">Suez</placeName>,</ref>
                        <note xml:id="Suez" target="Suez_">An Egyptian port on the Red Sea, now close to the southern end of the Suez Canal, which was named for it when it was built in the middle of the nineteenth century.</note>
                    and embarked on the Red Sea, passing along the coast till I arrived at the port
                    from which I had departed twenty years
                    before. Here I joined myself to a caravan and re-entered my native country.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "I now expected the caresses of my
                    kinsmen, and the congratulations of my
                    friends, and was not without hope that
                    my father, whatever value he had set
                    upon riches, would own with gladness
                
               
            <pb n="91"/>
                
                    and pride a son who was able to add to
                    the felicity and honour of the nation.
                    But I was soon convinced that my thoughts
                    were vain. My father had been dead
                    fourteen years, having divided his wealth
                    among my brothers, who were removed
                    to some other provinces. Of my companions the greater part was in the grave,
                    of the rest some could with difficulty remember me, and some considered me as
                    one corrupted by foreign manners.</p>
                
                <p>
                    "A man used to vicissitudes is not easily dejected. I forgot, after a time, my
                    disappointment, and endeavoured to recommend myself to the nobles of the
                    kingdom: they admitted me to their tables, heard my story, and dismissed me.
                    I opened a school, and was prohibited to
                    teach. I then resolved to sit down in the
                </p>
            
            <pb n="92"/>
                <p>
                    quiet of domestick life, and addressed a
                    lady that was fond of my conversation,
                    but rejected my suit, because my father
                    was a merchant.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Wearied at last with solicitation and
                    repulses, I resolved to hide myself for
                    ever from the world, and depend no
                    longer on the opinion or caprice of others.
                    I waited for the time when the gate of
                    the happy valley should open that I might
                    bid farewell to hope and fear: the day
                    came; my performance was distinguished
                    with favour, and I resigned myself with
                    joy to perpetual confinement."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Hast thou here found happiness at
                    last? said Rasselas. Tell me without
                    reserve; art thou content with thy condition? or, dost thou wish to be again
                </p>
            
            <pb n="93"/>
                <p>
                    wandering and inquiring? All the inhabitants of this valley celebrate their lot,
                    and, at the annual visit of the emperour,
                    invite others to partake of their felicity."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Great prince, said Imlac, I shall
                    speak the truth: I know not one of all
                    your attendants who does not lament the
                    hour when he entered this retreat. I am
                    less unhappy than the rest, because I have
                    a mind replete with images, which I can
                    vary and combine at pleasure. I can
                    amuse my solitude by the renovation of
                    the knowledge which begins to fade from
                    my memory, and by recollection of the
                    accidents of my past life. Yet all this
                    ends in the sorrowful consideration, that
                    my acquirements are now useless, and
                    that none of my pleasures can be again
                </p>
            
            <pb n="94"/>
                <p>
                    enjoyed. The rest, whose minds have
                    no impression but of the present moment,
                    are either corroded by malignant passions,
                    or sit stupid in the gloom of perpetual
                    vacancy."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "What passions can infest those, said
                    the prince, who have no rivals? We
                    are in a place where impotence precludes
                    malice, and where all envy is repressed
                    by community of enjoyments."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "There may be community, said Imlac, of material possessions, but there can
                    never be community of love or of esteem.
                    It must happen that one will please more
                    than another; he that knows himself despised will always be envious; and still
                    more envious and malevolent, if he is
                </p>
           
            <pb n="95"/>
                <p>
                    condemned to live in the presence of those
                    who despise him. The invitations, by
                    which they allure others to a state which
                    they feel to be wretched, proceed from
                    the natural malignity of hopeless misery.
                    They are weary of themselves, and of
                    each other, and expect to find relief in
                    new companions. They envy the liberty which their folly has forfeited, and
                    would gladly see all mankind imprisoned
                    like themselves.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "From this crime, however, I am
                    wholly free. No man can say that he is
                    wretched by my persuasion. I look with
                    pity on the crowds who are annually soliciting admission to captivity, and wish
                    that it were lawful for me to warn them
                    of their danger."
                </p>
            
            <pb n="96"/>
                <p>
                    My dear Imlac, said the prince, I
                    will open to thee my whole heart. I
                    have long meditated an escape from the
                    happy valley. I have examined the
                    mountains on every side, but find myself
                    insuperably barred: teach me the way
                    to break my prison; thou shalt be the
                    companion of my flight, the guide of
                    my rambles, the partner of my fortune,
                    and my sole director in the choice of
                    life."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Sir, answered the poet, your escape
                    will be difficult, and, perhaps, you may
                    soon repent your curiosity. The world,
                    which you figure to yourself smooth and
                    quiet as the lake in the valley, you will
                    find a sea foaming with tempests, and
                    boiling with whirlpools: you will be
                    sometimes overwhelmed by the waves of
                </p>
          
            <pb n="97"/>
                <p>
                    violence, and sometimes dashed against
                    the rocks of treachery. Amidst wrongs
                    and frauds, competitions and anxieties,
                    you will wish a thousand times for these
                    feats of quiet, and willingly quit hope
                    to be free from fear."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Do not seek to deter me from my
                    purpose, said the prince: I am impatient
                    to see what thou hast seen; and, since thou
                    art thyself weary of the valley, it is evident, that thy former state was better than
                    this. Whatever be the consequence of
                    my experiment, I am resolved to judge
                    with my own eyes of the various conditions of men, and then to make deliberately my choice of life."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "I am afraid, said Imlac, you are
                    hindered by stronger. Restraints than my
                </p>
          
            <pb n="98"/>
                <p>
                    persuasions yet, if your determination is
                    fixed, I do not counsel you to despair.
                    Few things are impossible to diligence
                    and skill."
                </p>
             
                    <head>CHAP. XIII.</head>
                    <head type="sub">Rasselas discovers the means of escape.</head>
                    <p>THE prince now dismissed his favourite to rest, but the narrative
                    of wonders and novelties filled his
                    mind with perturbation. He revolved
                    all that he had heard, and prepared innumerable questions for the morning.
                </p>
                <p>
                    Much of his uneasiness was now removed. He had a friend to whom he
                </p>
           
            <pb n="99"/>
                <p>
                    could impart his thoughts, and whose
                    experience could assist him in his designs.
                    His heart was no longer condemned to
                    swell with silent vexation. He thought
                    that even the happy valley might be endured
                    with such a companion, and that, if they
                    could range the world together, he should
                    have nothing further to desire.
                </p>
                <p>
                    In a few days the water was discharged,
                    and the ground dried. The prince and
                    Imlac then walked out together to converse without the notice of the rest. The
                    prince, whose thoughts were always on
                    the wing, as he passed by the gate, said,
                    with a countenance of sorrow, "Why
                    art thou so strong, and why is man so
                    weak?"
                </p>
           
            <pb n="100"/>
                <p>
                    "Man is not weak, answered his companion; knowledge is more than equivalent to force. The master of mechanicks laughs at strength. I can burst the
                    gate, but cannot do it secretly. Some
                    other expedient must be tried."
                </p>
                <p>
                    As they were walking on the side of
                    the mountain, they observed that the
                    <ref target="conies_" corresp="conies">conies</ref>
                        <note xml:id="conies" target="conies_">Rabbits or hares.</note>, which the rain had driven from
                    their burrows, had taken shelter among
                    the bushes, and formed holes behind
                    them, tending upwards in an oblique
                    line. "It has been the opinion of antiquity, said Imlac, that human reason
                    borrowed many arts from the instinct
                    of animals; let us, therefore, not think
                    ourselves degraded by learning from the
                    coney. We may escape by piercing the
                    mountain in the same direction. We
                </p>
           
            <pb n="101"/>
                <p>
                    will begin where the summit hangs over
                    the middle part, and labour upward till
                    we shall issue out beyond the prominence."
                </p>
                <p>
                    The eyes of the prince, when he heard
                    this proposal, sparkled with joy. The
                    execution was easy, and the success certain.
                </p>
                <p>
                    No time was now lost. They hastened early in the morning to chuse a place
                    proper for their mine. They clam-
                    bered with great fatigue among crags
                    and brambles, and returned without having discovered any part that favoured
                    their design. The second and the third
                    day were spent in the same manner, and
                    with the same frustration. But, on the
                    fourth, they found a small cavern, con-
                </p>
           
            <pb n="102"/>
                <p>
                    cealed by a thicket, where they resolved
                    to make their experiment.
                </p>
                <p>
                    Imlac procured instruments proper to
                    hew stone and remove earth, and they
                    fell to their work on the next day with
                    more eagerness than vigour. They were
                    presently exhausted by their efforts, and
                    sat down to pant upon the grass. The
                    prince, for a moment, appeared to be
                    discouraged. "Sir, said his companion,
                    practice will enable us to continue our labour for a longer time; mark, however,
                    how far we have advanced, and you will
                    find that our toil will some time have an
                    end. Great works are performed, not
                    by strength, but perseverance: yonder
                    palace was raised by single stones, yet you
                    see its height and spaciousness. He that
                    shall walk with vigour three hours a day
                </p>
           
            <pb n="103"/>
                <p>
                    will pass in seven years a space equal to
                    <ref target="circumference_" corresp="circumference">the circumference of the globe</ref>."<note xml:id="circumference" target="circumference_">Precise measurements of the circumference of the Earth was new information in Johnson’s time. The Geodesic Mission to the Equator, which involved Spanish and French scientists, was an international expedition to find the Earth’s circumference, which began in 1735.</note>
                   
                </p>
                <p>
                    They returned to their work day after day, and, in a short time, found a
                    fissure in the rock, which enabled them to
                    pass far with very little obstruction. This
                    Rasselas confidered as a good omen.
                    "Do not disturb your mind, said Imlac,
                    with other hopes or fears than reason
                    may suggest: if you are pleased with
                    prognosticks of good, you will be terrified likewise with tokens of evil, and
                    your whole life will be a prey to superstition. Whatever facilitates our work
                    is more than an omen, it is a cause of
                    success. This is one of those pleasing
                    surprises which often happen to active
                    resolution. Many things difficult to design prove easy to performance."
                </p>
           
            <pb n="104"/>
               
                   <head> CHAP. XIV.</head>
                   <head> Rasselas and Imlac receive an unexpected visit.</head>
            <p>THEY had now wrought their way
                to the middle, and solaced their
                    toil with the approach of liberty, when
                    the prince, coming down to refresh himself with air, found his sister Nekayah
                    standing before the mouth of the cavity.
                    He started and stood confused, afraid to
                    tell his design, and yet hopeless to conceal it. A few moments determined him
                    to repose on her fidelity, and secure her
                    secrecy by a declaration without reserve.</p>
                
                <p>
                    "Do not imagine, said the princess,
                    that I came hither as a spy: I had long
                    observed from my window, that you and
                </p>
                
         
            <pb n="105"/>
                <p>
                    Imlac directed your walk every day towards the same point, but I did not sup-
                    pose you had any better reason for the
                    preference than a cooler shade, or more
                    fragrant bank; nor followed you with
                    any other design than to partake of your
                    conversation. Since then not suspicion
                    but fondness has detected you, let me
                    not lose the advantage of my discovery.
                    I am equally weary of confinement with
                    yourself, and not less desirous of knowing what is done or suffered in the world,
                    Permit me to fly with you from this
                    tasteless tranquility, which will yet grow
                    more loathsome when you have left me.
                    You may deny me to accompany you,
                    but cannot hinder me from following."
                </p>
                <p>
                    The prince, who loved Nekayah above
                    his other sisters, had no inclination to
                </p>
               
           
            <pb n="106"/>
                <p>
                    refuse her request, and grieved that he
                    had lost an opportunity of shewing his
                    confidence by a voluntary communication. It was therefore agreed that she
                    should leave the valley with them; and
                    that, in the mean time, she should watch,
                    lest any other straggler should, by chance
                    or curiosity, follow them to the mountain.
                </p>
                <p>
                    At length their labour was at an end;
                    they saw light beyond the prominence,
                    and, issuing to the top of the mountain,
                    beheld the Nile, yet a narrow current,
                    wandering beneath them.
                </p>
                <p>
                    The prince looked round with rapture,
                    anticipated all the pleasures of travel,
                    and in thought was already transported
                    beyond his father's dominions. Imlac,
                </p>
               
          
            <pb n="107"/>
                <p>
                    though very joyful at his escape, had
                    less expectation of pleasure in the world,
                    which he had before tried, and of which
                    he had been weary.
                </p>
                <p>
                    Rasselas was so much delighted with
                    a wider horizon, that he could not soon
                    be persuaded to return into the valley.
                    He informed his sister that the way was
                    open, and that nothing now remained
                    but to prepare for their departure.
                </p>
                
         
            <pb n="108"/>
                
                   <head> CHAP. XV</head>
                   <head type="sub"> The prince and princess leave the valley, and see many wonders.</head>
                    
                    
                    <p>THE prince and princess had jewels sufficient to make them rich whenever they came into a place of commerce,
                    which, by Imlac's direction, they hid in
                    their cloaths, and, on the night of the
                    next full moon, all left the valley. The
                    princess was followed only by a single favourite, who did not know whither she
                    was going.
                </p>
                <p>
                    They clambered through the cavity,
                    and began to go down on the other side.
                    The princess and her maid turned their
                </p>
                
          
            <pb n="109"/>
                <p>
                    eyes towards every part, and, seeing nothing to bound their prospect, considered
                    themselves as in danger of being lost in
                    a dreary vacuity. They stopped and
                    trembled. "I am almost afraid, said the
                    princess, to begin a journey of which I
                    cannot perceive an end, and to venture
                    into this immense plain where I may be
                    approached on every side by men whom
                    I never saw." The prince felt nearly the
                    same emotions, though he thought it
                    more manly to conceal them.
                </p>
                <p>
                    Imlac smiled at their terrours, and
                    encouraged them to proceed; but the
                    princess continued irresolute till she had
                    been imperceptibly drawn forward too
                    far to return.
                </p>
                
           
            <pb n="110"/>
                <p>
                    In the morning they found some shepherds in the field, who set milk and fruits
                    before them. The princess wondered
                    that she did not see a palace ready for her
                    reception, and a table spread with delicacies; but, being faint and hungry,
                    she drank the milk and eat the fruits,
                    and thought them of a higher flavour
                    than the products of the valley.
                </p>
                <p>
                    They travelled forward by easy journeys, being all unaccustomed to toil or
                    difficulty, and knowing, that though
                    they might be missed, they could not
                    be persued. In a few days they came into a more populous region, where Imlac
                    was diverted with the admiration which
                    his companions expressed at the diversity
                    of manners, stations and employments.
                </p>
                
            <pb n="111"/>
                <p>
                    Their dress was such as might not bring
                    upon them the suspicion of having any
                    thing to conceal, yet the prince, where.
                    ever he came, expected to be obeyed,
                    and the princess was frighted, because
                    those that came into her presence did not
                    prostrate themselves before her. Imlac
                    was forced to observe them with great
                    vigilance, lest they should betray their
                    rank by their unusual behaviour, and
                    detained them several weeks in the first
                    village to accustom them to the sight of
                    common mortals.
                </p>
                <p>
                    By degrees the royal wanderers were
                    taught to understand that they had for a
                    time laid aside their dignity, and were to
                    expect only such regard as liberality and
                    courtesy could procure. And Imlac, having, by many admonitions, prepared them
                </p>
              
          
            <pb n="112"/>
                <p>
                    to endure the tumults of a port, and the
                    ruggedness of the commercial race,
                    brought them down to the sea-coast.
                </p>
                <p>
                    The prince and his sister, to whom
                    every thing was new, were gratified
                    equally at all places, and therefore remained for some months at the port
                    without any inclination to pass further.
                    Imlac was content with their stay, because he did not think it safe to ex-
                    pose them, unpracticed in the world, to
                    the hazards of a foreign country.
                </p>
                <p>
                    At last he began to fear lest they
                    should be discovered, and proposed to fix.
                    a day for their departure. They had no
                    pretensions to judge for themselves, and.
                    referred the whole scheme to his direction,
                    He therefore took passage in a ship to
                </p>
                
           
            <pb n="113"/>
                <p>
                    Suez; and, when the time came, with
                    great difficulty prevailed on the princess
                    to enter the vessel. They had a quick
                    and prosperous voyage, and from Suez
                    travelled by land to Cairo.
                </p>
                
                    <head>CHAP. XVI.</head>
                    <head type="sub">They enter Cairo, and find every man happy.</head>
                    <p>AS they approached the city, whichfilled the strangers with astonishment, "This, said Imlac to the prince,
                    is the place where travellers and merchants assemble from all the corners of
                    the earth. You will here find men of
                    every character, and every occupation.
                    Commerce is here honourable: I will act
                </p>
               
        
            <pb n="114"/>
                <p>
                    as a merchant, and you shall live as
                    strangers, who have no other end of travel than curiosity; it will soon be observed
                    that we are rich; our reputation will
                    procure us access to all whom we shall
                    desire to know; you will see all the
                    conditions of humanity, and enable
                    yourself at leisure to make your choice of
                    life."
                </p>
                <p>
                    They now entered the town, stunned
                    by the noise, and offended by the crowds.
                    Instruction had not yet so prevailed over
                    habit, but that they wondered to see
                    themselves pass undistinguished along the
                    street, and met by the lowest of the
                    people without reverence or notice. The
                    princess could not at first bear the
                    thought of being levelled with the vulgar, and, for some days, continued in
                </p>
                
          
            <pb n="115"/>
                <p>
                    her chamber, where she was served by
                    her favourite Pekuah as in the palace of
                    the valley.
                </p>
                <p>
                    Imlac, who understood traffick, sold
                    part of the jewels the next day, and hired
                    a house, which he adorned with such magnificence, that he was immediately considered as a merchant of great wealth.
                    His politeness attracted many acquaintance, and his generosity made him
                    courted by many dependants. His table was crowded by men of every nation, who all admired his knowledge,
                    and solicited his favour. His companions, not being able to mix in the con-
                    versation, could make no discovery of
                    their ignorance or surprise, and were gradually initiated in the world as they gained knowledge of the language.
                </p>
                
        
            <pb n="116"/>
                <p>
                    The prince had, by frequent lectures,
                    been taught the use and nature of money;
                    but the ladies could not, for a long time,
                    comprehend what the merchants did with
                    small pieces of gold and silver, or why
                    things of so little use should be received
                    as equivalent to the necessaries of life.
                </p>
                <p>
                    They studied the language two years,
                    while Imlac was preparing to set before
                    them the various ranks and conditions
                    of mankind. He grew acquainted with all
                    who had any thing uncommon in their
                    fortune or conduct. He frequented the
                    voluptuous and the frugal, the idle and,
                    the busy, the merchants and the men
                    of learning.
                </p>
                <p>
                    The prince, being now able to con-
                    verse with fluency, and having learned
                </p>
                
          
            <pb n="117"/>
                <p>
                    the caution necessary to be observed in
                    his intercourse with strangers, began to
                    accompany Imlac to places of resort, and
                    to enter into all assemblies, that he might
                    make his choice of life.
                </p>
                <p>
                    For some time he thought choice need-
                    less, because all appeared to him equally
                    happy. Wherever he went he met gayety and kindness, and heard the song of
                    joy, or the laugh of carelesness. He
                    began to believe that the world over-
                    flowed with universal plenty, and that
                    nothing was withheld either from want
                    or merit; that every hand showered liberality, and every heart melted with benevolence: "and who then, says he, will
                    be suffered to be wretched ?"
                </p>
               
           
            <pb n="118"/>
                <p>
                    Imlac permitted the pleasing delusion,
                    and was unwilling to crush the hope of
                    inexperience; till one day, having sat a
                    while silent, "I know not, said the
                    prince, what can be the reason that I
                    am more unhappy than any of our friends
                    I see them perpetually and unalterably
                    chearful, but feel my own mind restless
                    and uneasy. I am unsatisfied with those
                    pleasures which I seem most to court;
                    I live in the crowds of jollity, not so
                    much to enjoy company as to shun
                    myself, and am only loud and merry to
                    conceal my sadness."
                </p>
                <p>
                    Every man, said Imlac, may, by
                    examining his own mind, guess what
                    passes in the minds of others: when you
                    feel that your own gaiety is counterfeit, it
                    may justly lead you to suspect that of your
                </p>
               
          
            <pb n="119"/>
                <p>
                    companions not to be sincere. Envy is commonly reciprocal. We are long before we
                    are convinced that happiness is never to be
                    found, and each believes it possessed by others, to keep alive the hope of obtaining
                    it for himself. In the assembly, where you
                    passed the last night, there appeared such
                    spriteliness of air, and volatility of fancy,
                    as might have suited beings of an higher
                    order, formed to inhabit serener regions
                    inaccessible to care or sorrow: yet, believe me, prince, there was not one who
                    did not dread the moment when solitude
                    should deliver him to the tyranny of
                    reflection."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "This, said the prince, may be true
                    of others, since it is true of me; yet,
                    whatever be the general infelicity of man,
                    one condition is more happy than ano-
                </p>
               
         
            <pb n="120"/>
                <p>
                    ther, and wisdom surely directs us to take
                    the least evil in the choice of life."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "The causes of good and evil, answered Imlac, are so various and uncertain, so often entangled with each
                    other, so diversified by various relations, and so much subject to accidents,
                    which cannot be foreseen, that he who
                    would fix his condition upon incontestable reasons of preference, must live
                    and die inquiring and deliberating."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "But surely, said Rasselas, the wise
                    men, to whom we listen with reverence
                    and wonder, chose that mode of life for
                    themselves which they thought most likely to make them happy."
                </p>
               
          
            <pb n="121"/>
                <p>
                    "Very few, said the poet, live by
                    choice. Every man is placed in his present condition by causes which acted without his foresight, and with which he did
                    not always willingly co-operate; and
                    therefore you will rarely meet one who
                    does not think the lot of his neighbour
                    better than his own."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "I am pleased to think, said the prince,
                    that my birth has given me at least one
                    advantage over others, by enabling me
                    to determine for myself. I have here the
                    world before me; I will review it at leisure: surely happiness is somewhere to be
                    found."
                </p>
               
            <pb n="01220"/>
               
                    <head>CHAP. XVII.</head>
                    <head>The prince associates with young men of spirit and gaiety.</head>
                    <p>RASSELAS rose next day, and resolved to begin his experiments upon
                    life. "Youth, cried he, is the time of
                    gladness: I will join myself to the young
                    men, whose only business is to gratify
                    their desires, and whose time is all spent
                    in a succession of enjoyments."
                </p>
                <p>
                    To such societies he was readily admitted, but a few days brought him
                    back weary and disgusted. Their mirth
                    was without images, their laughter with-
                </p>
              
          
            <pb n="123"/>
                <p>
                    out motive; their pleasures were gross
                    and sensual, in which the mind had no
                    part; their conduct was at once wild and
                    mean; they laughed at order and at law,
                    but the frown of power dejected, and the
                    eye of wisdom abashed them.
                </p>
                <p>
                    The prince soon concluded, that he
                    should never be happy in a course of life
                    of which he was ashamed. He thought
                    it unsuitable to a reasonable being to act
                    without a plan, and to be sad or chearful only by chance. "Happiness, said
                    he, must be something solid and permanent, without fear and without uncertainty."
                </p>
                <p>
                    But his young companions had gained
                    so much of his regard by their frankness
                    and courtesy, that he could not leave them
                </p>
               
            
            <pb n="124"/>
                <p>
                    without warning and remonstrance. "My
                    friends, said he, I have seriously considered our manners and our prospects,
                    and find that we have mistaken our own
                    interest. The first years of man must
                    make provision for the last. He that
                    never thinks never can be wise. Perpetual levity must end in ignorance; and
                    intemperance, though it may fire the spirits for an hour, will make life short or
                    miserable. Let us consider that youth is
                    of no long duration, and that in maturer
                    age, when the enchantments of fancy
                    shall cease, and phantoms of delight
                    dance no more about us, we shall have no
                    comforts but the esteem of wise men,
                    and the means of doing good. Let us,
                    therefore, stop, while to stop is in our
                    power: let us live as men who are sometime to grow old, and to whom it will
                </p>
               
           
            <pb n="125"/>
                <p>
                    be the most dreadful of all evils not
                    to count their past years but by follies,
                    and to be reminded of their former luxuriance of health only by the maladies which riot has produced."
                </p>
                <p>
                    They stared a while in silence one upon
                    another, and, at last, drove him away by
                    a general chorus of continued laughter.
                </p>
                <p>
                    The consciousness that his sentiments
                    were just, and his intentions kind, was
                    scarcely sufficient to support him against
                    the horrour of derision. But he recovered his tranquility, and persued his
                    search.
                </p>
                
         
            <pb n="126"/>
                <head>
                    CHAP. XVIII.</head>
                   <head type="sub"> The prince finds a wise and happy man.</head>
                    <p>As he was one day walking in the street, he saw a spacious building
                    which all were, by the open doors, invited to enter: he followed the stream
                    of people, and found it a hall or school
                    of declamation, in which professors read
                    lectures to their auditory. He fixed his eye
                    upon a sage raised above the rest, who discoursed with great energy on the government of the passions. His look was venerable, his action graceful, his pronunciation clear, and his diction elegant. He showed, with great strength of sentiment,
            
            
            <pb n="127"/>
               
                    and variety of illustration, that human
                    nature is degraded and debased, when
                    the lower faculties predominate over the
                    higher; that when fancy, the parent of
                    passion, usurps the dominion of the mind,
                    nothing ensues but the natural effect of
                    unlawful government, perturbation and
                    confusion; that she betrays the fortresses of
                    the intellect to rebels, and excites her
                    children to sedition against reason their
                    lawful sovereign. He compared reason
                    to the sun, of which the light is constant, uniform, and lasting; and fancy
                    to a meteor, of bright but transitory
                    lutsre, irregular in its motion, and delusive in it direction.
                </p>
                <p>
                    He then communicated the various
                    precepts given from time to time for the
                    conquest of passion, and displayed the
                </p>
           
            <pb n="128"/>
                <p>
                    happiness of those who had obtained the
                    important victory, after which man is
                    no longer the slave of fear, nor the fool
                    of hope; is no more emaciated by envy, inflamed by anger, emasculated by
                    tenderness, or depressed by grief; but.
                    walks on calmly through the tumults or
                    the privacies of life, as the sun persues
                    alike his course through the calm or
                    the stormy sky.
                    He enumerated many examples of heroes immovable by pain or pleasure, who
                    looked with indifference on those modes
                    or accidents to which the vulgar give
                    the names of good and evil. He exhorted his hearers to lay aside their prejudices, and arm themselves against the
                    shafts of malice or misfortune, by invulnerable patience; concluding, that
                </p>
               
           
            <pb n="129"/>
                <p>
                    this state only was happiness, and that
                    this happiness was in every one's power.
                </p>
                <p>
                    Rasselas listened to him with the veneration due to the instructions of a superiour being, and, waiting for him at the
                    door, humbly implored the liberty of
                    visiting so great a master of true wisdom.
                    The lecturer hesitated a moment, when
                    Rasselas put a purse of gold into his hand,
                    which he received with a mixture of joy
                    and wonder.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "I have found, said the prince, at his
                    return to Imlac, a man who can teach
                    all that is necessary to be known, who,
                    from the unshaken throne of rational fortitude, looks down on the scenes of life
                    changing beneath him. He speaks, and
                    attention watches his lips. - He reasons,
                </p>
                
               
         
            <pb n="130"/>
                <p>
                    and conviction closes his periods. This
                    man shall be my future guide: I will
                    learn his doctrines, and imitate his life."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Be not too hasty, said Imlac, to
                    trust, or to admire, the teachers of mo-
                    rality: they discourse like angels, but
                    they live like men."
                </p>
                <p>
                    Rasselas, who could not conceive how any
                    man could reason so forcibly without feeling the cogency of his own arguments,
                    paid his visit in a few days, and was
                    denied admission. He had now learned
                    the power of money, and made his way
                    by a piece of gold to the inner apartment
                    where he found the philosopher in a room
                    half darkened, with his eyes misty, and
                    his face pale. "Sir, said he, you are
                    come at a time when all human friend-
                </p>
               
        
            <pb n="131"/>
                <p>
                    ship is useless; what I suffer cannot be
                    remedied, what I have lost cannot be supplied. My daughter, my only daughter, from whose tenderness I expected all
                    the comforts of my age, died last night
                    of a fever. My views, my purposes, my
                    hopes are at an end: I am now a lonely
                    being disunited from society."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Sir, said the prince, mortality is an
                    event by which a wife man can never be
                    surprised: we know that death is always
                    near, and it should therefore always be
                    expected." Young man, answered
                    the philosopher, you speak like one that
                    has never felt the pangs of separation."
                    "Have you the forgot the precepts, said
                    Rasselas, which you so powerfully enforced? Has wisdom no strength to arm
                    the heart against calamity? Consider,
                </p>
               
        
            <pb n="132"/>
                <p>
                    that external things are naturally variable, but truth and reason are always the
                    fame." "What comfort, said the mourner, can truth and reason afford me? of
                    what effect are they now, but to tell me,
                    that my daughter will not be restored?"
                </p>
                <p>
                    The prince, whose humanity would
                    not suffer him to insult misery with reproof, went away convinced of the emptiness of rhetorical sound, and the inefficacy of polished periods and studied sentences.
                </p>
              
          
            <pb n="133"/>
              
                   <head> CHAP. XIX.</head>
                   <head type="sub"> A Glimpse of pastoral life.</head>
            <p>He was still eager upon the fame enquiry; and, having heard of a
                    hermit, that lived near the lowest cataract of the Nile, and filled the whole
                    country with the fame of his sanctity,
                    resolved to visit his retreat, and enquire
                    whether that felicity, which publick life
                    could not afford, was to be found in solitude; and whether a man, whose age
                    and virtue made him venerable, could
                    teach any peculiar art of shunning evils,
                    or enduring them.
                    Imlac
                
        
            <pb n="134"/>
               
                    Imlac and the princess agreed to ac-
                    company him, and, after the necessary
                    preparations, they began their journey.
                    Their way lay through fields, where
                    shepherds tended their flocks, and the
                    lambs were playing upon the pasture.
                    "This, said the poet, is the life which
                    has been often celebrated for its innocence
                    and quiet: let us pass the heat of the
                    day among the shepherds tents, and know
                    whether all our searches are not to terminate in pastoral simplicity."
                </p>
                <p>
                    The proposal pleased them, and they
                    induced the shepherds, by small presents
                    and familiar questions, to tell their opinion of their own state: they were so
                    rude and ignorant, so little able to compare the good with the evil of the
                    occupation, and so indistinct in their nar-
                </p>
             
            <pb n="135"/>
                <p>
                    ratives and descriptions, that very little
                    could be learned from them. But it was
                    evident that their hearts were cankered
                    with discontent; that they considered
                    themselves as condemned to labour for
                    the luxury of the rich, and looked up
                    with stupid malevolence toward those
                    that were placed above them.
                </p>
                <p>
                    The princess pronounced with vehemence, that she would never suffer these
                    envious savages to be her companions,
                    and that she should not soon be desirous of
                    seeing any more specimens of rustick
                    happiness; but could not believe that all
                    the accounts of primeval pleasures were
                    fabulous, and was yet in doubt whether
                    life had any thing that could be justly
                    preferred to the placid gratifications of
                    fidds and woods. She hoped that the
                </p>
               
          
            <pb n="136"/>
                <p>
                    time would come, when with a few vir-
                    tuous and elegant companions, she should
                    gather flowers planted by her own hand,
                    fondle the lambs of her own ewe, and
                    listen, without care, among brooks and
                    breezes, to one of her maidens reading
                    in the shade.
                </p>
             
                    <head>CHAP. XX.</head>
                    <head>The danger of prosperity.</head>
            <p>On the next day they continued their
                journey, till the heat compelled
                    them to look round for shelter. At a
                    small distance they saw a thick wood,
                    which they no sooner entered than they
                    perceived that they were approaching the
                    habitations of men. The shrubs were
                
              
          
            <pb n="137"/>
             
                    diligently cut away to open walks where
                    theshades were darkest; the boughs of
                    opposite trees were artificially interwoven; seats of flowery turf were raised in
                    vacant spaces, and a rivulet, that wantoned along the side of a winding path,
                    had its banks sometimes opened into
                    small basins, and its stream sometimes
                    obstructed by little mounds of stone
                    heaped together to increase its murmurs.
                </p>
                <p>
                    They passed slowly through the wood,
                    delighted with such unexpected accommodations, and entertained each other
                    with conjecturing what, or who, he
                    could be, that in those rude and unfrequented regions, had leisure and art for
                    such harmless luxury.
                </p>
               
           
            <pb n="138"/>
                <p>
                    As they advanced, they heard the
                    sound of musick, and saw youths and
                    virgins dancing in the grove; and, going still further, beheld a stately palace
                    built upon a hill surrounded with woods.
                    The laws of eastern hospitality allowed
                    them to enter, and the master welcomed
                    them like a man liberal and wealthy.
                </p>
                <p>
                    He was skilful enough in appearances
                    soon to discern that they were no common guests, and spread his table with
                    magnificence. The eloquence of Imlac
                    caught his attention, and the lofty courtesy of the princess excited his respect.
                    When they offered to depart he entreated their stay, and was the next day still
                    more unwilling to dismiss them than before. They were easily persuaded to
                </p>
               
          
            <pb n="139"/>
                <p>
                    stop, and civility grew up in time to
                    freedom and confidence.
                </p>
                <p>
                    The prince now saw all the domesticks
                    chearful, and all the face of nature smiling round the place, and could not forbear to hope that he should find here
                    what he was seeking; but when he was
                    congratulating the master upon his possessions, he answered with a sigh, "My
                    condition has indeed the appearance of
                    happiness, but appearances are delusive.
                    My prosperity puts my life in danger;
                    the Bassa of Egypt is my enemy, incensed only by my wealth and popularity.
                    I have been hitherto protected against
                    him by the princes of the country; but,
                    as the favour of the great is uncertain, I
                    know not how soon my defenders may
                    be persuaded to share the plunder with
                </p>
                
          
            <pb n="140"/>
                <p>
                    the Bassa. I have sent my treasures into
                    a distant country, and, upon the first alarm, am prepared to follow them.
                    then will my enemies riot in my mansion, and enjoy the gardens which I have
                    planted."
                </p>
                <p>
                    They all joined in lamenting his danger, and deprecating his exile; and the
                    princess was so much disturbed with the
                    tumult of grief and indignation, that
                    she retired to her apartment. They
                    continued with their kind inviter a few
                    days longer, and then went forward to
                    find the hermit.
                </p>
                
          
            <pb n="141"/>
                
                   <head> CHAP. XXI.</head>
                    <head type="sub">The happiness of solitude. The hermit's history.</head>
                    <p>THEY came on the third day, by
                    the direction of the peasants, to
                    the hermit's cell: it was a cavern in
                    the side of a mountain, over-shadowed
                    with palm-trees; at such a distance from
                    the <ref target="cataract_" corresp="cataract">cataract</ref>
                        <note xml:id="cataract" target="cataract_">waterfall</note>, that nothing more was
                    heard than a gentle uniform murmur,
                    such as composed the mind to pensive
                    meditation, especially when it was assisted by the wind whistling among the
                    branches. The first rude essay of nature
                    had been so much improved by human
                    labour, that the cave contained several
                </p>
                
          
            <pb n="142"/>
                <p>
                    apartments, appropriated to different
                    uses, and often afforded lodging to travellers, whom darkness or tempests happened to overtake.
                </p>
                <p>
                    The hermit sat on a bench at the door,
                    to enjoy the coolness of the evening. On
                    one side lay a book with pens and papers,
                    on the other mechanical instruments of
                    various kinds. As they approached him
                    unregarded, the princess observed that
                    he had not the countenance of a man that
                    had found, or could teach, the way to
                    happiness.
                </p>
                <p>
                    They saluted him with great respect,
                    which he repaid like a man not unaccustomed to the forms of courts. "My
                    children, said he, if you have lost, your
                    way, you shall be willingly supplied with
                </p>
                
           
            <pb n="143"/>
                <p>
                    such conveniencies for the night as this
                    cavern will afford. I have all that nature requires, and you will not expect
                    delicacies in a hermit's cell."
                </p>
                <p>
                    They thanked him, and, entering,
                    were pleased with the neatness and regularity of the place. The hermit set flesh
                    and wine before them, though he fed
                    only upon fruits and water. His discourse was chearful without levity, and
                    pious without enthusiasm. He soon
                    gained the esteem of his guests, and
                    the princess repented of her hasty censure.
                </p>
                <p>
                    At last Imlac began thus: "I do not
                    now wonder that your reputation is so
                    far extended; we have heard at Cairo
                    of your wisdom, and came hither to im-
                </p>
               
           
            <pb n="144"/>
                <p>
                    plore your direction for this young man
                    and maiden in the choice of life".
                </p>
                <p>
                    "To him that lives well, answered
                    the hermit, every form of life is good;
                    nor can I give any other rule for choice,
                    than to remove from all apparent evil."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "He will remove most certainly from
                    evil, said the prince, who shall devote
                    himself to that solitude which you have
                    recommended by your example."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "I have indeed lived fifteen years in
                    solitude, said the hermit, but have no
                    desire that my example should gain any
                    imitators. In my youth I professed arms,
                    and was raised by degrees to the highest
                    military rank. I have traversed wide
                    countries at the head of my troops, and
                </p>
                
          
            <pb n="145"/>
                <p>
                    seen many battles and sieges. At last,
                    being disgusted by the <ref target="preferments_" corresp="preferements">preferments</ref>
                        <note xml:id="preferments" target="preferments_">That is, the preferential treatement extended towards the younger officer by their superiors.</note> of a
                    younger officer, and feeling that my
                    vigour was beginning to decay, I resolved
                    to close my life in peace, having found the
                    world full of snares, discord and misery. I
                    had once escaped from the persuit of the
                    enemy by the shelter of this cavern, and
                    therefore chose it for my final residence.
                    I employed <ref target="artificers_" corresp="artificiers">artificers</ref>
                        <note xml:id="artificiers" target="artificiers_">craftsmen</note> to form it into
                    chambers, and stored it with all that I
                    was likely to want.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "For some time after my retreat, I
                    rejoiced like a tempest-beaten sailor at
                    his entrance into the harbour, being delighted with the sudden change of the
                    noise and hurry of war, to stillness and
                    repose. When the pleasure of novelty
                    went away, I employed my hours in ex-
                </p>
               
          
            <pb n="146"/>
                <p>
                    amining the plants which grow in the
                    valley, and the minerals which I collected from the rocks. But that enquiry is now grown tasteless and irksome.
                    I have been for some time unsettled and
                    distracted: my mind is disturbed with a
                    thousand perplexities of doubt, and vanities of imagination, which hourly prevail upon me, because I have no opportunities of relaxation or diversion. I am
                    sometimes ashamed to think that I could
                    not secure myself from vice, but by retiring from the exercise of virtue, and
                    begin to suspect that I was rather impelled by resentment, than led by devo-
                    tion, into solitude. My fancy riots
                    in scenes of folly, and I lament that
                    I have lost so much, and have gained so
                    little. In solitude, if I escape the example of bad men, I want likewise the
                </p>
               
          
            <pb n="147"/>
                <p>
                    counsel and conversation of the good.
                    I have been long comparing the evils
                    with the advantages of society, and resolve to return into the world tomorrow,
                    The life of a solitary man will be certainly miserable, but not certainly devout."
                </p>
                <p>
                    They heard his resolution with surprise, but, after a short pause, offered
                    to conduct him to Cairo. He dug up a
                    considerable treasure which he had hid among the rocks, and accompanied them
                    to the city, on which, as he approached
                    it, he gazed with rapture.
                </p>
               
         
            <pb n="148"/>
                
                    <head>CHAP. XXII.</head>
                    <head type="sub">The happiness of a life led according to nature.</head>
                    <p>RASSELAS went often to an
                    assembly of learned men, who
                    met at stated times to unbend their
                    minds, and compare their opinions.
                    Their manners were somewhat coarse,
                    but their conversation was instructive,
                    and their disputations acute, though
                    sometimes too violent, and often continued till neither controvertist remembered upon what question they began.
                    Some faults were almost general among
                    them: every one was desirous to dictate
                    to the rest, and every one was pleased to
                </p>
              
           
            <pb n="149"/>
                <p>
                    hear the genius or knowledge of another
                    depreciated.
                </p>
                <p>
                    In this assembly Rasselas was relating his interview with the hermit, and
                    the wonder with which he heard him
                    censure a course of life which he had so
                    deliberately chosen, and so laudably followed. The sentiments of the hearers
                    were various. Some were of opinion, that
                    the folly of his choice had been justly
                    punished by condemnation to perpetual
                    perseverance. One of the youngest among them, with great vehemence, pronounced him an hypocrite. Some
                    talked of the right of society to the labour of individuals, and considered re-
                    tirement as a desertion of duty. Others
                    readily allowed, that there was a time
                    when the claims of the publick were sa-
                </p>
                
           
            <pb n="150"/>
                <p>
                    tisfied, and when a man might properly
                    sequester himself, to review his life, and
                    purify his heart.
                </p>
                <p>
                    One, who appeared more affected
                    with the narrative than the rest,
                    thought it likely, that the hermit would,
                    in a few years, go back to his retreat,
                    and, perhaps, if shame did not restrain,
                    or death intercept him, return once
                    more from his retreat into the world:
                    "'For the hope of happiness, said he, is
                    so strongly impressed, that the longest
                    experience is not able to efface it. Of
                    the present state, whatever it be, we feel,
                    and are forced to confess, the misery,
                    yet, when the same state is again at a distance, imagination paints it as desirable.
                    But the time will surely come, when desire will be no longer our torment, and no
                </p>
                
           
            <pb n="151"/>
                <p>
                    man shall be wretched but by his own
                    fault."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "This, said a philosopher, who had
                    heard him with tokens of great impatience, is the present condition of a
                    wise man. The time is already come,
                    when none are wretched but by their own
                    fault. Nothing is more idle, than to
                    enquire after happiness, which nature has
                    kindly placed within our reach. The
                    way to be happy is to live according to
                    nature, in obedience to that universal and
                    unalterable law with which every heart is
                    originally impressed; which is not written
                    on it by precept, but engraven by destiny,
                    not instilled by education, but infused at
                    our nativity. He that lives according to
                    nature will suffer nothing from the delusions of hope, or importunities of de-
                </p>
              
           
            <pb n="152"/>
                <p>
                    sire: he will receive and reject with equability of temper; and at or suffer as the
                    reason of things shall alternately prescribe. Other men may amuse themselves with subtle definitions, or intricate
                    ratiocination. Let them learn to be wise
                    by easier means: let them observe the
                    hind of the forest, and the linnet of the
                    grove: let them consider the life of animals, whose motions are regulated by
                    instinct; they obey their guide and are
                    happy. Let us therefore, at length,
                    cease to dispute, and learn to live; throw
                    away the incumbrance of precepts, which
                    thev who utter them with so much pride
                    and pomp do not understand, and carry
                    with us this simple and intelligible maxim, That deviation from nature is deviation from happiness."
                </p>
                
         
            <pb n="153"/>
                <p>
                    When he had spoken, he looked
                    round him with a placid air, and enjoyed
                    the consciousness of his own beneficence.
                    "Sir, said the prince, with great modesty, as I, like all the rest of mankind,
                    am desirous of felicity, my closest attention has been fixed upon your discourse:
                    I doubt not the truth of a position which
                    a man so learned has so confidently advanced. Let me only know what it is
                    to live according to nature."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "When I find young men so humble
                    and so docile, said the philosopher, I can
                    deny them no information which my studies have enabled me to afford. To live
                    according to nature, is to act always
                    with due regard to the fitness arising from
                    the relations and qualities of causes and
                    effects; to concur with the great and un-
                </p>
                
        
            <pb n="154"/>
                <p>
                    changeable scheme of universal felicity,
                    to co-operate with the general disposition and tendency of the present system
                    of things."
                </p>
                <p>
                    The prince soon found that this was
                    one of the sages whom he should understand less as he heard him longer. He
                    therefore bowed and was silent, and the
                    philosopher, supposing him satisfied, and
                    the rest vanquished, rose up and departed
                    with the air of a man that had co-operated with the present system.
                </p>
               
      
            <pb n="155"/>
               
                   <head> CHAP. XXIII.</head>
                    <head type="sub">The prince and his sister divide between them the work of observation.</head>
            <p>RASSELAS returned home full
                    of reflexions, doubtful how to direct his future steps. Of the way to
                    happiness he found the learned and simple equally ignorant; but, as he was
                    yet young, he flattered himself that he
                    had time remaining for more experiments, and further enquiries. He communicated to Imlac his observations and
                    his doubts, but was answered by him
                    with new doubts, and remarks that gave
                
               
         
            <pb n="156"/>
                
                    him no comfort. He therefore discoursed more frequently and freely with his
                    sister, who had yet the same hope with
                    himself, and always assisted him to give
                    some reason why, though he had been
                    hitherto frustrated, he might succeed at
                    last.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "We have hitherto, said she, known
                    but little of the world: we have never yet
                    been either great or mean. In our own
                    country, though we had royalty, we had
                    no power, and in this we have not yet
                    seen the private recesses of domestick
                    peace. Imlac favours not our search,
                    lest we should in time find him mistaken. We will divide the task between
                    us: you shall try what is to be found in
                    the splendour of courts, and I will range
                    the shades of humbler life. Perhaps
                </p>
                
            <pb n="157"/>
                <p>
                    command and authority may be the su-
                    preme blessings, as they afford most op-
                    portunities of doing good: or, perhaps,
                    what this world can give may be found
                    in the modest habitations of middle for-
                    tune; too low for great designs, and too
                    high for penury and distress."
                </p>
              
                    <head>CHAP. XXIV.</head>
                   <head type="sub"> The prince examines the happiness of high stations.</head>
            <p> RASSELAS applauded the design,
                    and appeared next day with a
                    splendid retinue at the court of the Bassa.
                    He was soon distinguished for his magnificence, and admired, as a prince whose
                    curiosity had brought him from distant
                
                
          
            <pb n="158"/>
             
                    countries, to an intimacy with the great
                    officers, and frequent conversation with
                    the Bassa himself.
                </p>
                <p>
                    He was at first inclined to believe,
                    that the man must be pleased with his
                    own condition, whom all approached with
                    reverence, and heard with obedience,
                    and who had the power to extend his
                    edicts to a whole kingdom." There
                    can be no pleasure, said he, equal to that
                    of feeling at once the joy of thousands
                    all made happy by wise administration.
                    Yet, since, by the law of subordination,
                    this sublime delight can be in one nation
                    but the lot of one, it is surely reasonable
                    to think that there is some satisfaction
                    more popular and accessible, and that
                    millions can hardly be subjected to the will
                </p>
               
         
            <pb n="159"/>
                <p>
                    of a single man, only to fill his particular
                    breads with incommunicable content."
                </p>
                <p>
                    These thoughts were often in his
                    mind, and he found no solution of the
                    difficulty. But as presents and civilities
                    gained him more familiarity, he found
                    that almost every man who stood high in
                    employment hated all the reft, and was
                    hated by them, and that their lives were
                    a continual succession of plots and detestions, stratagems and escapes, faction and treachery. Many of those,
                    who surrounded the Bassa, were sent only to watch and report his conduct; every
                    tongue was muttering censure, and every eye was searching for a fault.
                </p>
                <p>
                    At last the letters of revocation ar-
                    rived, the Bassa was carried in chains to
                </p>
                
           
            <pb n="160"/>
                <p>
                    Constantinople, and his name was men-
                    tioned no more.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "What are we now to think of the
                    prerogatives of power, said Rasselas to
                    his sister; is it without any efficacy to
                    good? or, is the subordinate degree
                    only dangerous, and the supreme safe
                    and glorious? Is the Sultan the only
                    happy man in his dominions? or, is the
                    Sultan himself subject to the torments of
                    suspicion, and the dread of enemies?"
                </p>
                <p>
                    In a short time the second <ref target="Bassa_" corresp="Bassa">Bassa</ref>
                        <note xml:id="Bassa" target="Bassa_">"The earlier form of the Turkish title pasha," meaning a military commmander or a provincial governor. Oxford English Dictionary</note>was
                    deposed. The Sultan, that had advanced
                    him, was murdered by the Janisaries,
                    and his successor had other views and
                    different favourites.
                </p>
                
          
            <pb n="161"/>
               
                    <head>CHAP. XXV</head>
                    <head type="sub">The princess persues her enquiry with more diligence than success.</head>
            <p>THE princess, in the mean time, insinuated herself into many families; for there are few doors, through which liberality, joined with good humour, cannot find its way. The daughters of many houses were airy and chearful, but Nekayah had been too long accustomed to the conversation of Imlac and her brother to be much pleased with childish levity and prattle which had no meaning. She found their thoughts narrow, their wishes low, and their merri-
               
       
            <pb n="162"/>
             
                    ment often artificial. Their pleasures,
                    poor as they were, could not be preserved pure, but were embittered by petty competitions and worthless emulation.
                    They were always jealous of the beauty
                    of each other; of a quality to which solicitude can add nothing, and from which detraction can take nothing away. Many were
                    in love with triflers like themselves, and
                    many fancied that they were in love when
                    in truth they were only idle. Their affection was seldom fixed on sense or virtue, and therefore seldom ended but in
                    vexation. Their grief, however, like
                    their joy, was transient; every thing
                    floated in their mind unconnected with
                    the past or future, so that one desire easily gave way to another, as a second stone cast into the water effaces and
                    confounds the circles of the first,
                
                
            <pb n="163"/>
                
                    With these girls she played as with
                    inoffensive animals, and found them
                    proud of her countenance, and weary
                    of her company.
                </p>
                <p>
                    But her purpose was to examine more
                    deeply, and her affability easily persuaded the hearts that were swelling with sorrow to discharge their secrets in her ear:
                    and those whom hope flattered, or prosperity delighted, often courted her to
                    partake their pleasures.
                </p>
                <p>
                    The princess and her brother commonly met in the evening in a private summerhouse on the bank of the Nile, and related to each other the occurrences of the
                    day. As they were sitting together, the
                    princess cast her eyes upon the river that
                    flowed before her. "Answer, said she,
               
        
            <pb n="164"/>
                
                    great father of waters, thou that rollest
                    thy floods through eighty nations, to the
                    invocations of the daughter of thy native king, Tell me if thou waterest,
                    through all thy course, a single habitation from which thou dost not hear the
                    murmurs of complaint?"
                </p>
                <p>
                    "You are then, said Rasselas, not
                    more successful in private houses than I
                    have been in courts." "I have, since
                    the last partition of our provinces, said
                    the princess, enabled myself to enter familiarly into many families, where there
                    was the fairest show of prosperity and
                    peace, and know not one house that is
                    not haunted by some fury that destroys
                    its quiet.
                </p>
                
        
            <pb n="165"/>
                <p>
                    "I did not seek ease among the poor,
                    because I concluded that there it could not
                    be found. But I saw many poor whom I
                    had supposed to live in affluence. Poverty
                    has, in large cities, very different appearances: it is often concealed in splendour, and often in extravagance. It is
                    the care of a very great part of makind to conceal their indigence from the
                    rest: they support themselves by temporary expedients, and every day is lost
                    in contriving for the morrow.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "This, however, was an evil, which,
                    though frequent, I saw with less pain,
                    because I could relieve it. Yet some
                    have refused my bounties; more offended
                    with my quickness to detect their wants,
                    than pleased with my readiness to succour
                    them: and others, whose exigencies com-
                
          
            <pb n="166"/>
                
                    pelled them to admit my kindness, have
                    never been able to forgive their benefaitress. Many however, have been
                    sincerely grateful without the ostentation
                    of gratitude, or the hope of other favours."
                </p>
                <p>
                    END of the FIRST VOLUME.
                </p>
          
            
            
               
            <pb n="2"/>
                <p>
                    CONTENTS
                </p>
                <p>
                    OF THE
                    SECOND VOLUME.
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XXVI.
                    THE princess continues her remarks upon private life page 1
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XXVII.
                    Disquisition upon greatness
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XXVIII.
                    Rasselas and Nekayah continue their conversation 14
                </p>
            <pb n="3"/>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XXVIII.
                    The debate on marriage continued 21
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XXIX.
                    Imlac enters, and changes the conversation 31
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XXX.
                    They visit the pyramids 38
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XXXI.
                    They enter the pyramid 44
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XXXII.
                    The princess meets with an unexpected misfortune 4 7
                </p>
                
            <pb n="4"/>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XXXIII.
                    They return to Cairo without Pekuah
                </p>
                <p>
                    50
                    CHAP. XXXIV.
                    The princess languishes for want of
                    Pekuah 58
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XXXV.
                    Pekuah is still remembered. The pro
                    gres of sorrow. 67
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XXXVI.
                    The princess hears news of Pekuah 70
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XXXVII.
                    The adventures of the lady Pekuah 74
                </p>
               
            <pb n="5"/>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XXXVIII.
                    The adventures of Pekuah continued 8.
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XXXIX.
                    The history of a man of learning 98
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XL.
                    Cause of
                    his uneasiness 104
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XLI
                    The opinion of the astronomer is explained and justified 107
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XLII.
                    The astronomer leaves Imlac his directions 112
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP.
                </p>
            <pb n="6"/>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XLIII.
                    The dangerous prevalence of imagination 116
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XLIV.
                    They discourse with an old man 122
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XLV.
                    The princess and Pekuah visit the astronomer 130
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XLVI.
                    The prince enters, and brings a new topick 144
                </p>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XLVII.
                    Imlac discourses on the nature of the soul 153
                </p>
               
            <pb n="7"/>
                <p>
                    CHAP. XLVIII.
                    The conclusion, in which nothing is concluded 163
                </p>
               
            <pb n="8"/>
                
                    <head>THE
                    HISTORY
                    OF
                    RASSELAS
                    PRINCE OF ABISSINIA.</head>
               
               
                    <head>CHAP. XXVI.</head>
                    <head type="sub">The princess continues her remarks upon private life.</head>
            <p>Nekayah perceiving her brother's attention fixed, proceeded
                    in her narrative.
                
                    "In families, where there is or is
                    not poverty, there is commonly discord: if a kingdom be, as Imlac tells
                  
                </p>
            <pb n="9"/>
                <p>
                    us, a great family, a family likewise is
                    a little kingdom, torn with factions and
                    exposed to revolutions. An unpracticed
                    observer expects the love of parents and
                    children to be constant and equal; but
                    this kindness seldom continues beyond
                    the years of infancy: in a short time the
                    children become rivals to their parents.
                    Benefits are allayed by reproaches, and
                    gratitude debased by envy.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Parents and children seldom act in
                    concert: each child endeavours to appropriate the esteem or fondness of the
                    parents, and the parents, with yet less
                    temptation, betray each other to their
                    children; thus some place their confidence
                    in the father, and some in the mother,
                    and, by degrees, the house is filled with
                    artifices and feuds.
                </p>
              
            <pb n="10"/>
                <p>
                    "The opinions of children and parents, of the young and the old, are naturally opposite, by the contrary effects
                    of hope and despondence, of expectation and experience, without crime or
                    folly on either side. The colours of life
                    in youth and age appear different, as the
                    face of nature in spring and winter. And
                    how can children credit the assertions of
                    parents, which their own eyes show them
                    to be false?
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Few parents act in such a manner
                    as much to enforce their maxims by the
                    credit of their lives. The old man trusts
                    wholly to slow <ref target="contrivance_" corresp="contrivance">contrivance</ref>
                        <note xml:id="contrivance" target="contrivance_">skillful plotting or planning</note> and gradual
                    progression: the youth expects to force
                    his way by genius, vigour, and precipitance. The old man pays regard to
                    riches, and the youth reverences virtue.
                </p>
               
            <pb n="11"/>
                <p>
                    The old man deifies prudence: the youth
                    commits himself to magnanimity and
                    chance. The young man, who intends
                    no ill, believes that none is intended,
                    and therefore acts with openness and
                    candour: but his father, having suffered the injuries of fraud, is impelled
                    to suspect, and too often allured to practice it. Age looks with anger on the
                    temerity of youth, and youth with contempt on the <ref target="scrupulosity_" corresp="scrupulosity">scrupulosity</ref>
                        <note xml:id="scrupulosity" target="scrupulosity_">extremely scrict moral and ethical standards</note> of age. Thus
                    parents and children, for the greatest part,
                    live on to love less and less: and, if
                    those whom nature has thus closely united are the torments of each other, where
                    shall we look for tenderness and consolation?"
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Surely, said the prince, you must
                    have been unfortunate in your choice of
                </p>
               
            <pb n="12"/>
                <p>
                    acquaintance: I am unwilling to believe,
                    that the most tender of all relations is thus
                    impeded in its effects by natural necessity."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Domestic discord, answered he,
                    is not inevitably and fatally necessary;
                    but yet is not easily avoided. We seldom see that a whole family is virtuous:
                    the good and evil cannot well agree; and
                    the evil can yet less agree with one another: even the virtuous fall sometimes
                    to variance, when their virtues are of
                    different kinds, and tending to extremes.
                    In general, those parents have most reverence who most deserve it: for he that
                    lives well cannot be despised.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Many other evils infest private life.
                    Some are the slaves of servants whom
                    they have trusted with their affairs. Some
                    are kept in continual anxiety to the ca-</p>
                
            <pb n="13"/>
                <p>
                    price of rich relations, whom they can
                    not please, and dare not offend. Some
                    husbands are imperious, and some wives
                    perverse: and, as it is always more easy
                    to do evil than good, theugh the wisdom or virtue of one can very rarely
                    make many happy, the folly or vice of
                    one may often make many miserable."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "If such be the general effect of marriage, said the prince, I shall, for the
                    future, think it dangerous to connect my
                    interest with that of another, lest I
                    should be unhappy by my partner's
                    fault."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "I have met, said the princess, with
                    many who live single for that reason; but
                    I never found that their prudence ought
                    to raise envy. They dream away their
                </p>
                
            <pb n="14"/>
                <p>
                    time without friendship, without fondness, and are driven to rid themselves of
                    the day, for which they have no use, by
                    childish amusements, or vicious delights.
                    They act as beings under the constant
                    sense of some known inferiority, that fills
                    their minds with rancour, and their
                    tongues with censure. They are peevish
                    at home, and malevolent abroad; and,
                    as the out-laws of human nature, make it
                    their business and their pleasure to disturb that society which debars them from
                    its privileges. To live without feeling
                    or exciting sympathy, to be fortunate
                    without adding to the felicity of others,
                    or afflicted without tasting the balm of
                    pity, is a state more gloomy than solitude: it is not retreat but exclusion from
                    mankind. Marriage has many pains,
                    but celibacy has no pleasures."
                </p>
                
            <pb n="15"/>
                <p>
                    "What then is to be done? said Rasselas;
                    the more we enquire, the less we can resolve. Surely he is most likely to please
                    himself that has no other inclination to
                    regard."
                </p>
               
                    <head>CHAP. XXVII.</head>
            <head type="sub">Disquisition upon greatness.</head>
            <p>The conversation had a short pause.</p>
                
                <p>
                    The prince, having considered
                    his sister's observations, told her, that
                    she had surveyed life with prejudice,
                    and supposed misery where she did not
                    find it. "Your narrative, says he,
                    throws yet a darker gloom upon the
                    prospects of futurity: the predictions of
                    Imlac were but faint sketches of the evils
                    painted by Nekayah, I have been
                </p>
               
            <pb n="16"/>
                <p>
                    lately convinced that quiet is not the
                    daughter of grandeur, or of power:
                    that her presence is not to be bought by
                    wealth, nor enforced by conquest. It is
                    evident, that as any man acts in a wider
                    compass, he must be more exposed to opposition from enmity or miscarriage from
                    chance; whoever has many to please or to
                    govern, must use the ministry of many
                    agents, some of whom will be wicked,
                    and some ignorant; by some he will be
                    misled, and by others betrayed. If he
                    gratifies one he will offend another:
                    those that are not favoured will think
                    themselves injured; and, since favours
                    can be conferred but upon few, the
                    greater number will be always discontented."
                </p>
                
            <pb n="17"/>
                <p>
                    "The discontent," said the princess,
                    "Which is thus unreasonable, I hope that
                    I shall always have spirit to despise, and
                    you, power to repress."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Discontent," answered Rasselas, "Will
                    not always be without reason under the
                    most just or vigilant administration of
                    public affairs. None, however attentive, can always discover that merit
                    which indigence or faction may happen to obscure; and none, however
                    powerful, can always reward it. Yet,
                    he that fees inferior desert advanced above him, will naturally impute
                    that preference to partiality or <ref target="caprice_" corresp="caprice">caprice</ref>
                        <note xml:id="caprice" target="caprice_">"Freak; fancy; whim; sudden change of humour." Johnson's <hi rend="italic">Dictionary.</hi>
                        </note>;
                    and, indeed, it can scarcely be hoped
                    that any man, however magnanimous
                    by nature, or exalted by condition
                    will be able to persist forever in
                </p>
                
            <pb n="18"/>
                <p>
                    fixed and inexorable justice of distribution: he will sometimes indulge his own
                    affections, and sometimes those of his favorites; he will permit some to please
                    him who can never serve him; he will
                    discover in those whom he loves qualities which in reality they do not possess;
                    and to those, from whom he receives
                    pleasure, he will in his turn endeavor
                    to give it. Thus will recommendations
                    sometimes prevail which were purchased
                    by money, or by the more destructive
                    bribery of flattery and servility."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "He that has much to do will do
                    something wrong, and of that wrong
                    must suffer the consequences; and, if
                    it were possible that he should always act
                    rightly, yet when such numbers are to
                    judge of his conduct, the bad will cen-
                </p>
               
            <pb n="19"/>
                <p>
                    sure and obstruct him by malevolence,
                    and the good sometimes by mistake.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "The highest stations cannot therefore
                    hope to be the abodes of happiness,
                    which I would willingly believe to have
                    fled from thrones and palaces to seats
                    of humble privacy and placid obscurity. For what can hinder the satisfaction, or intercept the expectations, of him
                    whose abilities are adequate to his employments, who sees with his own eyes
                    the whole circuit of his influence, who
                    chooses by his own knowledge all whom
                    he trusts, and whom none are tempted
                    to deceive by hope or fear? Surely he
                    has nothing to do but to love and to be
                    loved, to be virtuous and to be happy."
                </p>
               
            <pb n="00200"/>
                <p>
                    "Whether perfect happiness would be
                    procured by perfect goodness, said Nekayah, this world will never afford an opportunity of deciding. But this, at least,
                    may be maintained, that we do not always find visible happiness in proportion
                    to visible virtue. All natural and almost all political evils, are incident alike
                    to the bad and good: they are confounded in the misery of a famine, and not much
                    distinguished in the fury of a faction;
                    they sink together in a tempest, and are
                    driven together from their country by invaders. All that virtue can afford is
                    quietness of conscience, a steady prospect
                    of a happier state; this may enable us
                    to endure calamity with patience; but
                    remember that patience must suppose
                    pain."
                </p>
               
            <pb n="21"/>
              
                    <head>CHAP. XXVIII.</head>
                   <head type="sub"> Rasselas and Nekayah continue their conversation.</head>
             <p>"Dear princess," said Rasselas, you fall into the common errors of exaggeratory declamation, by
                    producing, in a familiar disquisition, examples of national calamities, and scenes
                    of extensive misery, which are found
                    in books rather than in the world, and
                    which, as they are horrid, are ordained
                    to be rare. Let us not imagine evils
                    which we do not feel, nor injure life by
                    misrepresentations. I cannot bear that
                    <ref target="querulous_" corresp="querulous">querulous</ref>
                        <note xml:id="querulous" target="querulous_">petulant, exaggerated</note> eloquence which threatens
                    every city with a siege like that of Jeru-
                
                
            <pb n="22"/>
               
                    salem, that makes famine attend on every
                    flight of locusts, and suspends pestilence
                    on the wing of every blast that issues
                    from the south.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "On necessary and inevitable evils,
                    which overwhelm kingdoms at once, all
                    disputation is vain: when they happen
                    they must be endured. But it is evident,
                    that these bursts of universal distress are
                    more dreaded than felt: thousands and
                    ten thousands flourish in youth, and wither in age, without the knowledge of
                    any other than domestic evils, and
                    share the same pleasures and vexations
                    whether their kings are mild or cruel,
                    whether the armies of their country persue their enemies, or retreat before them.
                    While courts are disturbed with <ref target="intestine_" corresp="intestine">intestine</ref>
                        <note xml:id="intestine" target="intestine_">internal, domestic</note>
                    competitions, and ambassadours are ne-
                </p>
               
            <pb n="23"/>
                <p>
                    gotiating in foreign countries, the smith
                    still plies his anvil, and the husbandman
                    drives his plow forward; the necessaries
                    of life are required and obtained, and
                    the successive business of the seasons
                    continues to make its wonted revolutions."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Let us cease to consider what, perhaps, may never happen, and what,
                    when it shall happen, will laugh at human speculation. We will not endeavor to modify the motions of the elements, or to fix the destiny of kingdoms. It is our business to consider what
                    beings like us may perform; each laboring for his own happiness, by promoting within his circle, however narrow, the happiness of others.
                </p>
                
            <pb n="00240"/>
                <p>
                    "Marriage is evidently the dictate of
                    nature; men and women were made to
                    be companions of each other, and therefore I cannot be persuaded but that marriage is one of the means of happiness."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "I know not, said the princess, whether marriage be more than one of the
                    innumerable modes of human misery.
                    When I see and reckon the various
                    forms of <ref target="connubial_" corresp="connubial">connubial</ref>
                        <note xml:id="connubial" target="connubial_">marital</note> infelicity, the unexpected causes of lasting discord, the diversities of temper, the oppositions of
                    opinion, the rude collisions of contrary
                    desire where both are urged by violent impulses, the obstinate contests of disagreeing virtues, where both are supported
                    by consciousness of good intention, I am
                    sometimes disposed to think with the severer <ref target="casuists_" corresp="casuists">casuists</ref>
                        <note xml:id="casuists" target="casuists_">"One that studies and settles cases of conscience." Johnson's <hi rend="italic">Dictionary</hi>
                        </note> of most nations, that mar-
                </p>
                
            <pb n="25"/>
                <p>
                    riage is rather permitted than approved,
                    and that none, but by the instigation of
                    a passion too much indulged, entangle
                    themselves with indissoluble compacts."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "You seem to forget," replied Rasselas
                    "That you have, even now, represented
                    celibacy as less happy than marriage.
                    Both conditions may be bad, but they
                    cannot both be worst. Thus it happens
                    when wrong opinions are entertained,
                    that they mutually destroy each other,
                    and leave the mind open to truth."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "I did not expect, answered the prin-
                    cess, to hear that imputed to falsehood
                    which is the consequence only of frailty.
                    To the mind, as to the eye, it is difficult to compare with exactness objects
                    vast in their extent, and various in their
                </p>
                
            <pb n="26"/>
                <p>
                    parts. Where we see or conceive the
                    whole at once we readily note the discriminations and decide the preference: but
                    of two systems, of which neither can be
                    surveyed by any human being in its full
                    compass of magnitude and multiplicity
                    of complication, where is the wonder,
                    that judging of the whole by parts, I
                    am alternately affected by one and the
                    other as either presses on my memory or
                    fancy? We differ from ourselves just as
                    we differ from each other, when we see
                    only part of the question, as in the multifarious relations of politics and morality: but when we perceive the whole at
                    once, as in numerical computations, all
                    agree in one judgment, and none ever
                    varies his opinion."
                </p>
                
            <pb n="27"/>
                <p>
                    "Let us not add," said the prince, "To
                    the other evils of life, the bitterness of
                    controversy, nor endeavor to vie with
                    each other in futilties of argument.
                    We are employed in a search, of which
                    both are equally to enjoy the success, or
                    suffer by the miscarriage. It is therefore fit that we assist each other. You
                    surely conclude too hastily from the infelicity of marriage against its institution; will not the misery of life prove
                    equally that life cannot be the gift of
                    heaven? The world must be peopled by
                    marriage, or peopled without it."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "How the world is to be peopled,"
                    returned Nekayah, "Is not my care, and
                    needs not be yours. I see no danger that
                    the present generation should omit to
                    leave successors behind them: we are not
                </p>
               
            <pb n="28"/>
                <p>
                    now enquiring for the world, but for
                    ourselves."
                </p>
              
                    <head>CHAP. XXVIII.</head>
                   <head type="sub"> The debate on marriage continued.</head>
            <p>
                    "The good of the whole," says Rasselas, "Is the same with the
                    good of all its parts. If marriage be
                    best for mankind it must be evidently
                    best for individuals, or a permanent and
                    necessary duty must be the cause of
                    evil, and some must be inevitably sacrificed to the convenience of others. In
                    the estimate which you have made of the
                    two states, it appears that the incommodities of a single life are, in a great
                
              
            <pb n="29"/>
             
                    measure, necessary and certain, but those
                    of the conjugal state accidental and avoidable.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "I cannot forbear to flatter myself
                    that prudence and benevolence will make
                    marriage happy. The general folly of
                    mankind is the cause of general complaint.
                    What can be expeted but disappointment and repentance from a choice made
                    in the immaturity of youth, in the ardour of desire, without judgment, without foresight, without enquiry after
                    conformity of opinions, similarity of
                    manners, rectitude of judgment, or purity of sentiment.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Such is the common process of marriage. A youth and maiden meeting
                    by chance, or brought together by artifice, exchange glances, reciprocate civi-
                </p>
                
            <pb n="30"/>
                <p>
                    lities, go home, and dream of one another.
                    Having little to divert attention, or diversify thought, they find themselves uneasy when they are apart, and therefore
                    conclude that they shall be happy together. They marry, and discover what
                    nothing but voluntary blindness had before concealed; they wear out life in altercations, and charge nature with cruelty.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "From those early marriages proceeds likewise the rivalry of parents and
                    children: the son is eager to enjoy the
                    world before the father is willing to forsake it, and there is hardly room at once
                    for two generations. The daughter begins to bloom before the mother can be
                    content to fade, and neither can forbear
                    to wish for the absence of the other.
                </p>
                
            <pb n="31"/>
                <p>
                    "Surely all these evils may be avoided by that deliberation and delay which
                    prudence prescribes to irrevocable choice.
                    In the variety and jollity of youthful
                    pleasures life may be well enough supported without the help of a partner.
                    Longer time will increase experience, and
                    wider views will allow better opportunities of enquiry and selection: one advantage, at least, will be certain; the
                    parents will be visibly older than their
                    children."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "What reason cannot collect," said
                    Nekayah, "And what experiment has not
                    yet taught, can be known only from the
                    report of others. I have been told that
                    late marriages are not eminently happy.
                    This is a question too important to be
                    neglected, and I have often proposed it to
                </p>
                
            <pb n="32"/>
                <p>
                    those, whole accuracy of remark, and comprehensiveness of knowledge, made their
                    suffrages worthy of regard. They have
                    generally determined, that it is dangerous for a man and woman to suspend
                    their fate upon each other, at a time
                    when opinions are fixed, and habits are
                    established; when friendships have been
                    contrasted on both sides, when life has
                    been planned into method, and the mind
                    has long enjoyed the contemplation of
                    its own prospects.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "It is scarcely possible that two travelling through the world under the
                    conduct of chance, should have been
                    both directed to the same path, and it
                    will not often happen that either will
                    quit the track which custom has made
                    pleasing. When the desultory levity
                </p>
                
            <pb n="33"/>
                <p>
                    of youth has settled into regularity, it is
                    soon succeeded by pride ashamed to yield,
                    or obstinacy delighting to contend.
                    And even though mutual esteem produces mutual desire to please, time itself,
                    as it molifies unchangeably the external
                    mien, determines likewise the direction
                    of the passions, and gives an inflexible
                    rigidity to the manners. Long customs
                    are not easily broken: he that attempts
                    to change the course of his own life,
                    very often labors in vain; and how
                    shall we do that for others which we are
                    seldom able to do for ourselves?"
                </p>
                <p>
                    "But surely" interposed the prince,
                    you suppse the chief motive of choice
                    forgotten or neglected. Whenever I
                    shall seek a wife, it shall be my first
                </p>
               
            <pb n="34"/>
                <p>
                    question, whether she be willing to be
                    led by reason?"
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Thus it is," said Nekayah, "That philosophers are deceived. There are a
                    thousand familiar disputes which reason
                    never can decide; questions that elude
                    invesigation, and make logic ridiculous; cases where something must be
                    done, and where little can be said. Consider the state of mankind, and enquire
                    how few can be supposed to act upon any
                    occasions, whether small or great, with
                    all the reasons of action present to their
                    minds. Wretched would be the pair
                    above all names of wretchedness, who
                    should be doomed to adjust by reason
                    every morning all the minute detail of a
                    domestic day,
                </p>
               
            <pb n="35"/>
                <p>
                    "Those who marry at an advanced
                    age, will probably escape the encroachments of their children; but, in diminuzation of this advantage, they will be
                    likely to leave them, ignorant and helpless, to a guardian's mercy: or, if that
                    should not happen, they must at least
                    go out of the world before they see those
                    whom they love best either wife or great.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "From their children, if they have
                    less to fear, they have less also to hope,
                    and they lose, without equivalent, the
                    joys of early love, and the convenience
                    of uniting with manners pliant, and
                    minds susceptible of new impressions,
                    which might wear away their dissimilitudes
                    by long cohabitation, as soft bodies, by
                    continual attrition, conform their surfaces
                    to each other.
                </p>
               
            <pb n="36"/>
                <p>
                    "I believe it will be found that those
                    who marry late are best pleased with their
                    children, and those who marry early with
                    their partners."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "The union of there two affections,"
                    said Rasselas, "Would produce all that
                    could be wished. Perhaps there is a time
                    when marriage might unite them, a time
                    neither too early for the father, nor too
                    late for the husband."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Every hour," answered the princess,
                    "Confirms my prejudice in favor of the
                    position so often uttered by the mouth of
                    Imlac, 'That nature sets her gifts on the
                    right hand and on the left.' Those conditions, which flatter hope and attract desire, are so constituted, that, as we approach one, we recede from another.
                </p>
               
            <pb n="37"/>
                <p>
                    There are goods so opposed that we cannot seize both, but, by too much prudence, may pass between them at too
                    great a distance to reach either. This is
                    often the fate of long consideration; he
                    does nothing who endeavors to do more
                    than is allowed to humanity. Flatter
                    not yourself with contrarieties of pleasure.
                    Of the blessings let before you make
                    your choice, and be content. No man
                    can taste the fruits of autumn while he is
                    delighting his scent with the flowers of the
                    spring: no man can, at the same time,
                    fill his cup from the source and from the
                    mouth of the Nile."
                </p>
               
            <pb n="38"/>
               
                    <head>CHAP. XXXIX.</head>
                    <head type="sub">Imlac enters, and changes the
                    conversation.</head>
            <p>   
                    Here Imlac entered, and interrupted them. "Imlac, said 
                    Rasselas, I have been taking from the
                    princess the dismal history of private
                    life, and am almost discouraged from
                    further search."
                
     
                    "It seems to me, said Imlac, that
                    while you are making the choice of life,
                    you neglect to live. You wander about
                    a single city, which, however large and
                </p>
               
            <pb n="39"/>
                <p>
                    diversified, can now afford few novelties, and forget that you are in a country, famous among the earliest monarchies for the power and wisdom of its
                    inhabitants; a country where the sciences first dawned that illuminate the
                    world, and beyond which the arts cannot be traced of civil society or domestic life.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "The old Egyptians have left behind
                    them monuments of industry and power
                    before which all European magnificence is
                    confessed to fade away. The ruins of
                    their architecture are the schools of modern builders, and from the wonders
                    which time has spared we may conjecture, though uncertainly, what it has
                    destroyed."
                </p>
                
            <pb n="40"/>
                <p>
                    "My curiosity," said Rasselas, "does
                    not very strongly lead me to survey piles
                    of stone, or mounds of earth; my business is with man. I came hither not to
                    measure fragments of temples, or trace
                    choaked aqueducts, but to look upon
                    the various scenes of the present world."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "The things that are now before
                    us," said the princess, "Require attention,
                    and deserve it. What have I to do
                    with the heroes or the monuments of
                    ancient times? with times which never
                    can return, and heroes, whose form of
                    life was different from all that the present condition of mankind requires or
                    allows."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "To know any thing, returned the
                    poet, we mull know its effects; to see
                    men we must see their works, that we
                </p>
                
            <pb n="41"/>
                <p>
                    may learn what reason has dictated, or
                    passion has incited, and find what are
                    the most powerful motives of action. To
                    judge rightly of the present we must
                    oppose it to the past; for all judgment is comparative, and of the future
                    nothing can be known. The truth is,
                    that no mind is much employed upon
                    the present: recollection and anticipation
                    fill up almost all our moments. Our
                    passions are joy and grief, love and hatred, hope and fear. Of joy and grief
                    the past is the object, and the future of
                    hope and fear; even love and hatred respect the past, for the cause must have
                    been before the effect.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "The present state of things is the
                    consequence of the former, and it is
                    natural to inquire what were the cources
                </p>
                
            <pb n="42"/>
                <p>
                    of the good that we enjoy, or of the evil
                    that we suffer. If we act only for our
                    selves, to neglect the study of history
                    is not prudent: if we are entrusted with
                    the care of others, it is not just. Ignorance, when it is voluntary, is criminal; and he may properly be charged
                    with evil who refused to learn how he
                    might prevent it.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "There is no part of history so generally useful as that which relates the pro gress of the human mind, the gradual
                    improvement of reason, the successive
                    advances of science, the vissitudes of
                    learning and ignorance which are the light
                    and darkness of thinking beings, the extinction and resuscitation of arts, and
                    the revolutions of the intellectual world.
                    If accounts of battles and invasions are
                </p>
                
            <pb n="43"/>
                <p>
                    peculiarly the business of princes, the
                    useful or elegant arts are not to be neglected; those who have kingdoms to
                    govern, have understandings to cultivate.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Example is always more efficacious
                    than precept. A soldier is formed in war,
                    and a painter must copy pictures. In
                    this, contemplative life has the advantage:
                    great actions are seldom seen, but the
                    labors of art are always at hand for
                    those who desire to know what art has
                    been able to perform.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "When the eye or the imagination
                    is struck with any uncommon work
                    the next transition of an active mind
                    is to the means by which it was performed. Here begins the true use of such
                    contemplation; we enlarge our compre-
                </p>
                
            <pb n="44"/>
                <p>
                    hension by new ideas, and perhaps recover
                    some art lost to mankind, or learn what
                    is less perfectly known in our own country. At least we compare our own with
                    former times, and either rejoice at our
                    improvements, or, what is the first motion towards good, discover our defects?
                </p>
                <p>
                    "I am willing," said the prince, "To
                    see all that can deserve my search."
                    "And I," said the princess, "Shall rejoice
                    to learn something of the manners of antiquity."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "The most pompous monument of
                    Egyptian greatness, and one of the most
                    bulky works of manual industry, said
                    Imlac, are the pyramids; fabrics raised
                    before the time of history, and of which
                    the earlieft narratives afford us only, un-
                </p>
                
            <pb n="45"/>
                <p>
                    certain traditions. Of these the greatest
                    is still standing very little injured by
                    time."</p>
                    <p>"Let us visit them tomorrow," said
                    Nekayah. "I have often heard of the
                    Pyramids, and shall not rest, till I have
                    seen them within and without with my
                    own eyes."
                </p>
               
                    <head>CHAP. XXX.</head>
                    <head type="sub">They visit the Pyramids.</head>
            <p>
                    The resolution being thus taken,
                    they set out the next day. They laid
                    tents upon their camels, being resolved
                    to stay among the pyramids till their curosity was fully satisfied. They tra-
                
                
            <pb n="46"/>
              
                    velled gently, turned aside to every thing
                    remarkable, stopped from time to time
                    and conversed with the inhabitants, and
                    observed the various appearances of
                    towns ruined and inhabited, of wild and
                    cultivated nature.
                </p>
                <p>
                    When they came to the great pyramid they were astonished at the extent
                    of the base, and the height of the top.
                    Imlac explained to them the principles
                    upon which the pyramidal form was
                    chosen for a fabric intended to co-extend its duration with that of the world:
                    he showed that its gradual diminution
                    gave it such liability, as defeated all
                    the common attacks of the elements, and
                    could scarcely be overthrown by earthquakes themselves, the least resistible of
                    natural violence. A conclusion that
                </p>
                
            <pb n="47"/>
                <p>
                    should shatter the pyramid would threaten the dissolution of the continent.
                </p>
                <p>
                    They measured all its dimensions, and
                    pitched their tents at its foot. Next day
                    they prepared to enter its interior apartments, and having hired the common
                    guides climbed up to the first passage,
                    when the favorite of the princess, looking into the cavity, stepped back and
                    trembled. "Pekuah," said the princess,
                    "Of what art thou afraid?" "Of the
                    narrow entrance," answered the lady, "And
                    of the dreadful gloom. I dare not enter
                    a place which must surely be inhabited
                    by unquiet souls. The original possessors of these dreadful vaults will start up
                    before us, and, perhaps, shut us in for
                    ever." She spoke, and threw her arms
                    round the neck of her mistress.
                    "If
                </p>
            <pb n="48"/>
                <p>
                    "If all your fear be of apparitions,"
                    said the prince, "I will promise you safety:
                    there is no danger from the dead; he
                    that is once buried will be seen no more."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "That the dead are seen no more,"
                    said Imiac, "I will nor undertake to maintain against the concurrent and unvaried
                    testimony of all ages, and of all nations,
                    There is no people, rude or learned,
                    among whom apparitions of the dead
                    are not related and believed. This opinion, which, perhaps, prevails as far as
                    human nature is diffused, could become
                    universal only by its truth: those, that
                    never heard of one another, would not
                    have agreed in a tale which nothing but
                    experience can make credible. That
                    it is doubted by single <ref target="cavillers_" corresp="cavillers">cavillers</ref>
                        <note xml:id="cavillers" target="cavillers_">"A man fond of making objections; an unfair adversary; a captious disputant." Johnson's <hi rend="italic">Dictionary</hi>
                        </note>can
                    very little weaken the general evidence,
                </p>
                
            <pb n="49"/>
                <p>
                    and some who deny it with their tongues
                    confess it by their fears.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Yet I do not mean to add new terrors to those which have already seized
                    upon Pekuah. There can be no reason
                    why spectres should haunt the pyramid
                    more than other places, or why they
                    should have power or will to hurt innocence and purity. Our entrance is no
                    violation of their priviledges; we can take
                    nothing from them, how then can we
                    offend them?"
                </p>
                <p>
                    "My dear Pekuah," said the princess,
                    "I will always go before you, and Imlac
                    shall follow you. Remember that you
                    are the companion of the princess of
                    Abissinia."
                </p>
                
            <pb n="50"/>
                <p>
                    If the princess is pleased that her
                    servant should die, returned the lady,
                    let her command some death less dreadful than enclosure in this horrid cavern.
                    You know I dare not disobey you: I
                    must go if you command me; but, if I
                    once enter, I never shall come back."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "The princess saw that her fear was
                    too strong for expostulation or reproof,
                    and embracing her, told her that she
                    should stay in the tent till their return.
                    Pekuah was yet not satisfied, but entreated the princess not to persue so
                    dreadful a purpose as that of entering the
                    recesses of the pyramid. "Though I
                    cannot teach courage," said Nekayah, "I
                    must not learn cowardise; nor leave,
                    at last undone what I came hither only to
                    do."
                </p>
               
                
            <pb n="51"/>
                
                    <head>CHAP. XXXI.</head>
                    <head type="sub">They enter the Pyramid.</head>
                    <p>PEKUAH descended to the tents,
                    and the rest entered the pyramid:
                    they passed through the galleries, surveyed the vaults of marble, and examined
                    the chest in which the body of the
                    founder is supposed to have been reposited. They then sat down in one of the
                    most spacious chambers to rest a while
                    before they attempted to return.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "We have now, said Imlac, gratified our minds with an exact view of the
                    greatest work of man, except the wall of China.
                </p>
                
            <pb n="52"/>
                <p>
                    "Of the wall it is very easy to assign
                    the motives. It secured a wealthy and timorous nation from the incursions of Barbarians, whose unskilfulness in arts made
                    it easier for them to supply their wants
                    by rapine than by industry, and who
                    from time to time poured in upon the
                    habitations of peaceful commerce, as
                    vultures descend upon domestick fowl.
                    Their celerity and fierceness made the
                    wall necessary, and their ignorance made
                    it efficacious.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "But for the pyramids no reason has
                    ever been given adequate to the cost and
                    labour of the work. The narrowness of
                    the chambers proves that it could afford
                    no retreat from enemies, and treasures
                    might have been reposited at far less expence wih equal security. It seems to
                </p>
               
            <pb n="53"/>
                <p>
                    have been erected only in compliance
                    with that hunger of imagination which
                    preys incessantly upon life, and must be
                    always appeased by some employment.
                    Those who have already all that they can
                    enjoy, must enlarge their desires. He
                    that has built for use, till use is supplied, must begin to build for vanity,
                    and extend his plan to the utmost power
                    of human performance, that he may not
                    be soon reduced to form another wish.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "I consider this mighty structure as
                    a monument of the insufficiency of human enjoyments. A king, whose power
                    is unlimited, and whose treasures surmount all real and imaginary wants, is
                    compelled to solace, by the erection of
                    a pyramid, the satiety of dominion and
                    tastelesness of pleasures, and to amuse
                </p>
                
            <pb n="54"/>
                <p>
                    the tediousness of declining life, by seeing thousands labouring without end,
                    and one stone, for no purpose, laid upon
                    another. Whoever thou art, that, not
                    content with a moderate condition, imaginest happiness in royal magnificence,
                    and dreamest that command or riches can
                    feed the appetite of novelty with perpetual gratifications, survey the pyramids,
                    and confess thy folly!"
                </p>
              
                    <head>CHAP. XXXII.</head>
                    <head type="sub">The princess meets with an unexpected misfortune.</head>
            <p>They rose up, and returned through the cavity at which they
                    had entered, and the princess prepared
                
                
            <pb n="55"/>
              
                    for her favourite a long narrative of dark
                    labyrinths, and costly rooms, and of the
                    different impressions which the varieties
                    of the way had made upon her. But,
                    when they came to their <ref target="train_" corresp="train">train</ref>
                        <note xml:id="train" target="train_">"A retinue; a number of followers or attendants." Johnson's <hi rend="italic">Dictionary.</hi>
                        </note>, they found
                    every one silent and dejected: the men
                    discovered shame and fear in their countenances, and the women were weeping
                    in the tents.
                </p>
                <p>
                    What had happened they did not try
                    to conjecture, but immediately enquired.
                    "You had scarcely entered into the pyramid, said one of the attendants, when
                    a troop of Arabs rushed upon us: we
                    were too few to resist them, and too slow
                    to escape. They were about to search
                    the tents, set us on our camels, and drive
                    us along before them, when the approach
                    of some Turkish horsemen put them to
                </p>
               
            <pb n="56"/>
                <p>
                    flight; but they seized the lady Pekuah
                    with her two maids, and carried them
                    away: the Turks are now persuing them
                    by our instigation, but I fear they will
                    not be able to overtake them."
                </p>
                <p>
                    The princess was overpowered with
                    surprise and grief. Rasselas, in the first
                    heat of his resentment, ordered his
                    servants to follow him, and prepared to
                    persue the robbers with his sabre in his
                    hand. "Sir, said Imlac, what can you
                    hope from violence or valour? the Arabs
                    are mounted on horses trained to battle
                    and retreat; we have only beasts of burden. By leaving our present station we
                    may lose the princess, but cannot hope
                    to regain Pekuah."
                </p>
               
            <pb n="57"/>
                <p>
                    In a short time the Turks returned,
                    having not been able to reach the enemy. The princess burst out into new
                    lamentations, and Rasselas could scarcely
                    forbear to reproach them with cowardice;
                    but Imlac was of opinion, that the escape
                    of the Arabs was no addition to their
                    misfortune, for, perhaps, they would
                    have killed their captives rather than
                    have resigned them.
                </p>
               
                    <head>CHAP. XXXIII.</head>
                    <head type="sub">They return to Cairo without Pekuah.</head>
            <p>
                    There was nothing to be hoped from longer stay. They returned
                    to Cairo repenting of their curiosity,
                
                
            <pb n="58"/>
              
                    censuring the negligence of the government, lamenting their own rashness which
                    had neglected to procure a guard, imagining many expedients by which the loss
                    of Pekuah might have been prevented,
                    and resolving to do something for her recovery, though none could find any
                    thing proper to be done.
                </p>
                <p>
                    Nekayah retired to her chamber,
                    where her women attempted to comfort
                    her, by telling her that all had their
                    troubles, and that lady Pekuah had enjoyed much happiness in the world for a
                    long time, and might reasonably expect
                    a change of fortune. They hoped that
                    some good would befal her wheresoever
                    she was, and that their mistress would find
                    another friend who might supply her
                    place.
                </p>
               
            <pb n="59"/>
                <p>
                    The princess made them no answer,
                    and they continued the form of condolence, not much grieved in their hearts
                    that the favourite was lost.
                </p>
                <p>
                    Next day the prince presented to the
                    Bassa a memorial of the wrong which
                    he had suffered, and a petition for redress. The Bassa threatened to punish
                    the robbers, but did not attempt to catch
                    them, nor, indeed, could any account or
                    description be given by which he might
                    direct the persuit.
                </p>
                <p>
                    It soon appeared that nothing would
                    be done by authority. Governors, being accustomed to hear of more crimes
                    than they can punish, and more wrongs
                    than they can redress, set themselves at
                    ease by indiscriminate negligence, and
                </p>
              
            <pb n="60"/>
                <p>
                    presently forget the request when they
                    lose sight of the petitioner.
                </p>
                <p>
                    Imlac then endeavoured to gain some
                    intelligence by private agents. He
                    found many who pretended to an exact
                    knowledge of all the haunts of the Arabs, and to regular correspondence with
                    their chiefs, and who readily undertook
                    the recovery of Pekuah. Of these, some
                    were furnished with money for their journey, and came back no more; some
                    were liberally paid for accounts which a
                    few days discovered to be false. But the
                    princess would not suffer any means,
                    however improbable, to be left untried.
                    While she was doing something she kept
                    her hope alive. As one expedient failed,
                    another was suggested; when one mes-
                </p>
                
            <pb n="61"/>
                <p>
                    senger returned unsuccessful, another was
                    despatched to a different quarter.
                    Two months had now passed, and of
                    Pekuah nothing had been heard; the
                    hopes which they had endeavoured to
                    raise in each other grew more languid,
                    and the princess, when she saw nothing
                    more to be tried, sunk down inconsolable in hopeless dejection. A thousand
                    times she reproached herself with the
                    easy compliance by which she permitted
                    her favourite to stay behind her. "Had
                    not my fondness, said she, lessened my
                    authority, Pekuah had not dared to talk
                    of her terrours. She ought to have
                    feared me more than spectres. A severe
                    look would have overpowered her; a
                    peremptory command would have compelled obedience. Why did foolish in-
                </p>
               
            <pb n="62"/>
                <p>
                    dulgence prevail upon me? Why did I
                    not speak and refuse to hear?"
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Great princess, said Imlac, do not
                    reproach yourself for your virtue, or consider that as blameable by which evil has accidentally been caused. Your tenderness for the timidity of Pekuah was generous and kind. When we act according to our duty, we commit the event
                    to him by whose laws our actions are governed, and who will suffer none to be
                    finally punished for obedience. When,
                    in prospect of some good, whether natural or moral, we break the rules prescribed us, we withdraw from the direction of superiour wisdom, and take
                    all consequences upon ourselves. Man
                    cannot so far know the connexion
                    of causes and events, as that he may
                </p>
                
            <pb n="63"/>
                <p>
                    venture to do wrong in order to do right.
                    When we persue our end by lawful
                    means, we may always console our miscarriage by the hope of future recompense. When we consult only our own
                    policy, and attempt to find a nearer
                    way to good, by overleaping the settled
                    boundaries of right and wrong, we cannot be happy even by success, because
                    we cannot escape the consciousness of our
                    fault; but, if we miscarry, the disappointment is irremediably embittered. How
                    comfortless is the sorrow of him, who
                    feels at once the pangs of guilt, and the
                    vexation of calamity which guilt has
                    brought upon him?
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Consider, princess, what would have
                    been your condition, if the lady Pekuah
                    had entreated to accompany you,
                </p>
                
            <pb n="64"/>
                <p>
                    and, being compelled to stay in the
                    tents, had been carried away; or how
                    would you have born the thought, if you
                    had forced her into the pyramid, and
                    she had died before you in agonies of
                    terrour."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Had either happened, said Nekayah,
                    I could not have endured life till now:
                    I should have been tortured to madness
                    by the remembrance of such cruelty, or
                    must have pined away in abhorrence of
                    myself."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "This at least, said Imlac, is the present reward of virtuous conduct, that
                    no unlucky consequence can oblige us
                    to repent it."
                </p>
               
            <pb n="65"/>
              
                    <head>CHAP. XXXIV</head>
                   <head type="sub"> The princess languishes for want of Pekuah.</head>
            <p>
                    Nekayah, being thus reconciled to herself, found that no
                    evil is insupportable but that which is
                    accompanied with consciousness of wrong,
                    She was, from that time, delivered from
                    the violence of tempestuous sorrow, and
                    sunk into silent pensiveness and gloomy
                    tranquillity. She sat from morning to
                    evening recollecting all that had been
                    done or said by her Pekuah, treasured
                    up with care every trifle on which Pekuah
                    had set an accidental value, and which
                    might recall to mind any little incident</p>
                
                
            <pb n="66"/>
                <p>
                    or careless conversation. The sentiments
                    of her, whom she now expected to see no
                    more, were treasured in her memory as
                    rules of life, and she deliberated to no
                    other end than to conjecture on any occasion what would have been the opinion and counsel of Pekuah.
                </p>
                <p>
                    The women, by whom she was attended, knew nothing of her real condition, and therefore she could not talk to
                    them but with caution and reserve. She
                    began to remit her curiosity, having no
                    great care to collect notions which she
                    had no convenience of uttering. Rasselas endeavoured first to comfort and afterwards to divert her; he hired musicians, to whom she seemed to listen, but
                    did not hear them, and procured masters
                    to instruct her in various arts, whose
                </p>
                
            <pb n="67"/>
                <p>
                    lectures, when they visited her again,
                    were again to be repeated. She had
                    lost her taste of pleasure and her ambition of excellence. And her mind,
                    though forced into short excursions, always recurred to the image of her friend.
                </p>
                <p>
                    Imlac was every morning earnestly enjoined to renew his enquiries, and was
                    asked every night whether he had yet heard
                    of Pekuah, till not being able to return
                    the princess the answer that she desired,
                    he was less and less willing to come into her presence. She observed his backwardness, and commanded him to attend her. "You are not, said she, to
                    confound impatience with resentment, or
                    to suppose that I charge you with negligence, because I repine at your unsuccessfulness. I do not much wonder at
                </p>
                
            <pb n="68"/>
                <p>
                    your absence; I know that the unhappy
                    are never pleasing, and that all naturally
                    avoid the contagion of misery. To hear
                    complaints is wearisome alike to the
                    wretched and the happy; for who would
                    cloud by <ref target="adventitious_" corresp="adventitious">adventitious</ref>
                        <note xml:id="adventitious" target="adventitious_">accidental, coming about by chance rather than design</note> grief the short
                    gleams of gaiety which life allows us?
                    or who, that is struggling under his own
                    evils, will add to them the miseries of
                    another?
                </p>
                <p>
                    "The time is at hand, when none shall
                    be disturbed any longer by the sighs of
                    Nekayah: my search after happiness is
                    now at an end. I am resolved to retire
                    from the world with all its flatteries and
                    deceits, and will hide myself in solitude,
                    without any other care than to compose
                    my thoughts, and regulate my hours by
                    a constant succession of innocent occu-
                </p>
                
            <pb n="69"/>
                <p>
                    pations, till, with a mind purified from
                    all earthly desires, I shall enter into that
                    state, to which all are hastening, and in
                    which I hope again to enjoy the friendship of Pekuah."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Do not entangle your mind, said
                    Imlac, by irrevocable determinations,
                    nor increase the burthen of life by a voluntary accumulation of misery: the
                    weariness of retirement will continue or
                    increase when the loss of Pekuah is forgotten. That you have been deprived
                    of one pleasure is no very good reason for
                    rejection of the rest."
                    "Since Pekuah was taken from me,
                    said the princess, I have no pleasure to
                    reject or to retain. She that has no one
                    to love or trust has little to hope. She
                    
                </p>
            <pb n="70"/>
                <p>
                    wants the radical principle of happiness.
                    We may, perhaps, allow that what satisfaction this world can afford, must
                    arise from the conjunction of wealth,
                    knowledge and goodness: wealth is nothing but as it is bestowed, and knowledge nothing but as it is communicated:
                    they must therefore be imparted to others,
                    and to whom could I now delight to impart them? Goodness affords the only
                    comfort which can be enjoyed without a
                    partner, and goodness may be praised
                    in retirement."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "How far solitude may admit goodness, or advance it, I shall not, replied
                    Imlac, dispute at present. Remember
                    the confession of the pious hermit. You
                    will wish to return into the world, when
                    the image of your companion has left
                    your thoughts." "That time, said Ne-
                </p>
                
            <pb n="71"/>
                <p>
                    kayah, will never come. The generous
                    frankness, the modest obsequiousness,
                    and the faithful secrecy of my dear Pekuah, will always be more missed, as I
                    shall live longer to see vice and folly."
                    "The state of a mind oppressed with
                    a sudden calamity, said Imlac, is like
                    that of the fabulous inhabitants of the
                    new created earth, who, when the first
                    night came upon them, supposed that
                    day never would return. When the
                    clouds of sorrow gather over us, we see
                    nothing beyond them, nor can imagine
                    how they will be dispelled: yet a new
                    day succeeded to the night, and sorrow
                    is never long without a dawn of ease.
                    But they who restrain themselves from
                    receiving comfort, do as the savages
                    would have done, had they put out
                    their eyes when it was dark. Our minds,
                </p>
               
            <pb n="72"/>
                <p>
                    like our bodies, are in continual flux;
                    something is hourly lost, and something
                    acquired. To lose much at once is inconvenient to either, but while the vital
                    powers remain uninjured, nature will
                    find the means of reparation. Distance
                    has the same effect on the mind as on
                    the eye, and while we glide along the
                    stream of time, whatever we leave behind
                    us is always lessening, and that which
                    we approach increasing in magnitude.
                    Do not suffer life to stagnate; it will grow
                    muddy for want of motion: commit
                    yourself again to the current of the world;
                    Pekuah will vanish by degrees; you will
                    meet in your way some other favourite,
                    or learn to diffuse yourself in general
                    conversation."
                </p>
               
            <pb n="73"/>
                <p>
                    "At least, said the prince, do not despair before all remedies have been tried:
                    the enquiry after the unfortunate lady is
                    still continued, and shall be carried on
                    with yet greater diligence, on condition
                    that you will promise to wait a year for
                    the event, without any unalterable resolution."
                </p>
                <p>
                    Nekayah thought this a reasonable demand, and made the promise to her brother, who had been advised by Imlac to
                    require it. Imlac had, indeed, no great
                    hope of regaining Pekuah, but he supposed, that if he could secure the interval
                    of a year, the princess would be then in
                    no danger of a cloister.
                </p>
                
            <pb n="74"/>
             
                    <head>CHAP. XXXV</head>
                    <head type="sub">Pekuah is still remembered. The progress of sorrow.</head>
            <p>NEKAYAH, seeing that nothing
                    was omitted for the recovery of
                    her favourite, and having, by her promise, set her intention of retirement at
                    a distance, began imperceptibly to return
                    to common cares and common pleasures.
                    She rejoiced without her own consent at
                    the suspension of her sorrows, and sometimes caught herself with indignation in
                    the act of turning away her mind from
                    the remembrance of her, whom yet she
                    resolved never to forget.</p>
                
                
            <pb n="75"/>
                <p>
                    She then appointed a certain hour of
                    the day for meditation on the merits and
                    fondness of Pekuah, and for some weeks
                    retired constantly at the time fixed, and
                    returned with her eyes swollen and her
                    countenance clouded. By degrees she
                    grew less scrupulous, and suffered any
                    important and pressing avocation to de-
                    lay the tribute of daily tears. She then
                    yielded to less occasions; sometimes forgot what she was indeed afraid to remember, and, at last, wholly released herself
                    from the duty of periodical affliction.
                </p>
                <p>
                    Her real love of Pekuah was yet not
                    diminished. A thousand occurrences
                    brought her lack to memory, and a
                    thousand wants, which nothing but the
                    confidence of friendship can supply,
                    made her frequently regretted. She,
                </p>
                
            <pb n="76"/>
                <p>
                    therefore, solicited Imlac never to desist
                    from enquiry, and to leave no art of intelligence untried, that, at least, she might
                    have the comfort of knowing that she
                    did not suffer by negligence or sluggishness. "Yet what, said she, is to be expected from our persuit of happiness,
                    when we find the state of life to be such,
                    that happiness itself is the cause of mi-
                    sery? Why should we endeavour to attain that, of which the possession cannot
                    be secured? I shall henceforward fear
                    to yield my heart to excellence, however
                    bright, or to fondness, however tender,
                    left I should lose again what I have lost
                    in Pekuah."
                </p>
                
            <pb n="77"/>
               
                   <head> CHAP. XXXVI.</head>
            <head type="sub">The princess hears news of Pekuah.</head> <p>
                    In seven months, one of the messengers, who had been sent away upon
                    the day when the promise was drawn
                    from the princess, returned, after many
                    unsuccessful rambles, from the borders
                    of Nubia, with an account that Pekuah
                    was in the hands of an Arab chief, who
                    possessed a castle or fortress on the extremity of Egypt. The Arab, whose revenue was plunder, was willing to restore her, with her two attendants, for
                    two hundred ounces of gold.</p>
                
               
            <pb n="78"/>
                <p>
                    The price was no subject of debate.
                    The princess was in extasies when she
                    heard that her favourite was alive, and
                    might so cheaply be ransomed. She
                    could not think of delaying for a moment Pekuah's happiness or her own,
                    but entreated her brother to send back
                    the messenger with, the sum required.
                    Imlac, being consulted, was not very
                    confident of the veracity of the relator,
                    and was still more doubtful of the Arab's
                    faith, who might, if he were too liberally trusted, detain at once the money
                    and the captives. He thought it dangerous to put themselves in the power of
                    the Arab, by going into his district, and
                    could not expect that the Rover would so
                    much expose himself as to come into the
                    lower country, where he might be seized
                    by the forces of the Bassa.
                </p>
                
            <pb n="79"/>
                <p>
                    It is difficult to negotiate where neither will trust. But Imlac, after some
                    deliberation, directed the messenger to
                    propose that Pekuah should be conducted
                    by ten horsemen to the <ref target="monastery_" corresp="monastery">monastery of St.
                    Anthony</ref>
                        <note xml:id="monastery" target="monastery_">An ancient Christian monastery in eastern Egypt, whose origins go back to around the year 350. It was founded in honor of St. Anthony (born around 251 AD), a hermit whose simple and ascetic life became a template for Christian monasticism. It is still a religious center, with a community of monks practicing the Captic Christian faith. </note>, which is situated in the deserts of Upper-Egypt, where she should be
                    met by the same number, and her ransome should be paid.
                </p>
                <p>
                    That no time might be lost, as they
                    expeced that the proposal would not be
                    refused, they immediately began their
                    journey to the monastary; and, when they
                    arrived, Imlac went forward with the
                    former messenger to the Arab's fortress.
                    Rasselas was desirous to go with them,
                    but neither his sister nor Imlac would
                    consent. The Arab, according to the
                    custom of his nation, observed the laws
                </p>
                
            <pb n="80"/>
                <p>
                    of hospitality with great exactness to those
                    who put themselves into his power, and,
                    in a few days, brought Pekuah with her
                    maids, by easy journeys, to their place
                    appointed, where receiving the stipulated
                    price, he restored her with great respect
                    to liberty and her friends, and undertook to conduct them back towards
                    Cairo beyond all danger of robbery or
                    violence.
                </p>
                <p>
                    The princess and her favourite embraced each other with transport too violent to be expressed, and went out
                    together to pour the tears of tenderness
                    in secret, and exchange professions of
                    kindness and gratitude. After a few
                    hours they returned into the refectory of
                    the convent, where, in the presence of
                    the prior and his brethren, the prince required
                </p>
            <pb n="81"/>
                <p>
                   of Pekuah the history of her adventures.
                </p>
              
                    <head>CHAP. XXXVII.</head>
                    <head type="sub">The adventures of the lady Pekuah.</head>
            <p>"At what time, and in what manner, I was forced away, said Pekuah, your servants have told you. The
                    suddenness of the event struck me with
                    surprise, and I was at first rather stupified than agitated with any passion of either fear or sorrow. My confusion was
                    encreased by the speed and tumult of our
                    flight while we were followed by the
                    Turks, who, as it seemed, soon despaired to overtake us, or were afraid of those
                    whom they made a shew of menacing.
            </p>
                
            <pb n="82"/>
                <p>
                    "When the Arabs saw themselves out
                    of danger they slackened their course,
                    and as I was less harassed by external
                    violence, I began to feel more uneasiness
                    in my mind. After some time we stopped near a spring shaded with trees in a
                    pleasant meadow, where we were set upon
                    the ground, and offered such refreshments as our masters were partaking. I
                    was suffered to sit with my maids apart
                    from the rest, and none attempted to
                    comfort or insult us. Here I first began
                    to feel the full weight of my misery.
                    The girls sat weeping in silence, and
                    from time to time looked on me for
                    succour. I knew not to what condition
                    we were doomed, nor could conjecture
                    where would be the place of our captivity, or whence to draw any hope of deliverance. I was in the hands, of rob-
                </p>
                
            <pb n="83"/>
                <p>
                    bers and savages, and had no reason to
                    suppose that their pity was more than
                    their justice, or that they would forbear
                    the gratification of any ardour of desire,
                    or caprice of cruelty. I, however, kissed my maids, and endeavoured to pacify them by remarking, that we were yet
                    treated with decency, and that, since we
                    were now carried beyond persuit, there
                    was no danger of violence to our lives.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "When we were to be set again on
                    horseback, my maids clung round me,
                    and refused to be parted, but I commanded them not to irritate those who
                    had us in their power. We travelled
                    the remaining part of the day through
                    an unfrequented and pathless country,
                    and came by moonlight to the side of a
                    hill, where the rest of the troop was sta-
                </p>
                
            <pb n="84"/>
                <p>
                    tioned. Their tents were pitched, and
                    their fires kindled, and our chief was
                    welcomed as a man much beloved by his
                    dependants.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "We were received into a large tent,
                    where we found women who had attended their husbands in the expedition.
                    They set before us the supper which
                    they had provided, and I eat it rather
                    to encourage my maids than to comply
                    with any appetite of my own. When
                    the meat was taken away they spread
                    the carpets for repose. I was weary, and
                    hoped to find in sleep that remission of
                    distress which nature seldom denies.
                    Ordering myself therefore to be undrest,
                    I observed that the women looked very
                    earnestly upon me, not expecting, I suppose, to see me so submissively attended.
                </p>
                
            <pb n="85"/>
                <p>
                    When my upper vest was taken off,
                    they were apparently struck with the
                    splendour of my cloaths, and one of
                    them timorously laid her hand upon
                    the embroidery. She then went out,
                    and, in a short time, came back with
                    another woman, who seemed to be of
                    higher rank, and greater authority. She
                    did, at her entrance, the usual act of
                    reverence, and, taking me by the hand,
                    placed me in a smaller tent, spread with
                    finer carpets, where I spent the night
                    quietly with my maids.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "In the morning, as I was sitting on
                    the grass, the chief of the troop came towards me. I rose up to receive him, and
                    he bowed with great respect. "Illustrious lady, said he, my fortune is better than I had presumed to hope; I am
                    told by my women, that I have a prin-
                </p>
                
            <pb n="86"/>
                <p>
                    cess in my camp."Sir, answered I,
                    your women have deceived themselves
                    and you; I am not a princess, but an
                    unhappy stranger who intended soon to
                    have left this country, in which I am
                    now to be imprisoned for ever. "Whoever, or whencesoever, you are, returned the Arab, your dress, and that of
                    your servants, show your rank to be high,
                    and your wealth to be great. Why
                    should you, who can so easily procure
                    your ransome, think yourself in danger
                    of perpetual captivity? The purpose
                    of my incursions is to encrease my riches, or more properly to gather tribute.
                    The sons of Ishmael are the natural and
                    hereditary lords of this part of the continent, which is usurped by late invaders,
                    and low-born tyrants, from whom we
                    are compelled to take by the sword what
                </p>
                
            <pb n="87"/>
                <p>
                    is denied to justice. The violence of war
                    admits no distinction; the lance that is
                    lifted at guilt and power will sometimes
                    fall on innocence and gentleness."
                    "How little, said I, did I expect that
                    yesterday it should have fallen upon me."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Misfortunes, answered the Arab,
                    should always be expected. If the eye
                    of hostility could learn reverence or pity,
                    excellence like yours had been exempt
                    from injury. But the angels of affliction spread their toils alike for the virtuous and the wicked, for the mighty and
                    the mean."Do not be disconsolate; I am
                    not one of the lawless and cruel rovers
                    of the desart; I know the rules of civil
                    life: I will fix your ransome, give a pas-
                </p>
               
            <pb n="88"/>
                <p>
                    port to your messenger, and perform my
                    stipulation with nice punctuality."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "You will easily believe that I was
                    pleased with his courtesy; and finding
                    that his predominant passion was desire
                    of money, I began now to think my
                    danger less, for I knew that no sum
                    would be thought too great for, the release of Pekuah. I told him that he
                    should have no reason to charge me with
                    ingratitude, if I was used with kindness,
                    and that any ransome, which could be
                    expected for a maid of common rank,
                    would be paid, but that he must not persist to rate me as a princess. He said,
                    he would consider what he should demand, and then, smiling, bowed and re-
                    tired.
                </p>
                
            <pb n="00890"/>
                <p>
                    "Soon after the women came about
                    me, each contending to be more officious
                    than the other, and my maids themselves
                    were served with reverence. We travelled, onward by short journeys. On the
                    fourth day the chief told me, that my
                    ransome must be two hundred ounces
                    of gold, which I not only promised him,
                    but told him, that I would add fifty
                    more, if I and my maids were honoura-
                    bly treated.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "I never knew the power of gold before. From that time I was the leader
                    of the troop. The march of every day
                    was longer or shorter as I commanded,
                    and the tents were pitched where I chose
                    to rest. We now had camels and other
                    conveniencies for travel, my own women
                    were always at my side, and I amused
                </p>
                
            <pb n="90"/>
                <p>
                    myself with observing the manners of
                    the vagrant nations, and with viewing
                    remains of ancient edifices with which
                    these deserted countries appear to have
                    been, in some distant age, lavishly embellished.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "The chief of the band was a man
                    far from illiterate: he was able to travel by the stars or the compass, and
                    had marked in his erratick expeditions
                    such places as are most worthy the notice of a passenger. He observed to me,
                    that buildings are always best preserved in
                    places little frequented, and difficult of
                    access: for, when once a country declines from its primitive splendour, the
                    more inhabitants are left, the quicker
                    ruin will be made. Walls supply stones
                    more easily than quarries, and palaces
                </p>
                
            <pb n="91"/>
                <p>
                    and temples will be demolished to make
                    stables of granate, and cottages of porphyry.
                </p>
               
                    <head>CHAP. XXXVIII.</head>
                    <head type="sub">The adventures of Pekuah continued.</head>
            <p>
                    "We wandered about in this manner for some weeks, whether,
                    as our chief pretended, for my gratification, or, as I rather suspected, for
                    some convenience of his own. I endeavoured to appear contented where
                    sullenness and resentment would have
                    been of no use, and that endeavour conduced much to the calmness of my mind;
                    but my heart was always with Nekayah,</p>
                
                
            <pb n="92"/>
                <p>
                    and the troubles of the night much
                    overbalanced the amusements of the day.
                    My women, who threw all their cares
                    upon their mistress, set their minds at ease
                    from the time when they saw me treated
                    with respect, and gave themselves up to
                    the incidental alleviations of our fatigue
                    without solicitude or sorrow. I was
                    pleased with their pleasure, and animated
                    with their confidence. My condition had
                    lost much of its terrour, since I found
                    that the Arab ranged the country merely
                    to get riches. Avarice is an uniform
                    and tractable vice: other intellectual distempers are different in different constitutions of mind; that which sooths the
                    pride of one will offend the pride of
                    another; but to the favour of the covetous there is a ready way, bring money
                    and nothing is denied.
                </p>
               
            <pb n="93"/>
                <p>
                    "At last we came to the dwelling of
                    our chief, a strong and spacious house
                    built with stone in an island of the Nile,
                    which lies, as I was told under the tropick. "Lady, said the Arab, you shall
                    rest after your journey a few weeks in
                    this place, where you are to consider
                    yourself as sovereign. My occupation
                    is war: I have therefore chosen this obscure residence, from which I can issue
                    unexpected, and to which I can retire
                    unpersued. You may now repose in security: here are few pleasures, but here
                    is no danger." He then led me into
                    the inner apartments, and seating me on
                    the richest couch, bowed to the ground.
                    His women, who considered me as a
                    rival, looked on me with malignity;
                    but being soon informed that I was a
                    great lady detained only for my ransome,
                </p>
                
            <pb n="94"/>
                <p>
                    they began to vie with each other in obsequiousness and reverence.
                </p>
                <p>
                    Being again comforted with new assurances of speedy liberty, I was for
                    some days diverted from impatience by
                    the novelty of the place. The turrets
                    overlooked the country to a great distance, and afforded a view; of many
                    windings of the stream. In the day I
                    wandered from one place to another as
                    the course of the sun varied the splendour
                    of the prospect, and saw many things
                    which I had never seen before. The
                    crocodiles and river-horses are common
                    in this unpeopled region, and I often looked upon them with terrour, though I
                    knew that they could not hurt me.
                    For some time I expected to see mermaids
                    and tritons, which, as Imlac has told
                </p>
                
            <pb n="95"/>
                <p>
                    me, the European travellers have stationed in the Nile, but no such beings
                    ever appeared, and the Arab, when I
                    enquired after them, laughed at my credulity.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "At night the Arab always attended
                    me to a tower set apart for celestial observations where he endeavoured to teach
                    me the names and courses of the stars.
                    I had no great inclination to this study,
                    but an appearance of attention was necessary to please my instructor, who valued himself for his skill, and, in a little
                    while, I found some employment requisite
                    to beguile the tediousness of time, which
                    was to be passed always amidst the same
                    objects. I was weary of looking in the
                    morning on things from which I had
                    turned away weary in the evening: I
                </p>
                
            <pb n="96"/>
                <p>
                    therefore was at last willing to observe the
                    stars rather than do nothing, but could
                    not always compose my thoughts, and
                    was very often thinking on Nekayah
                    when others imagined me contemplating
                    the sky. Soon after the Arab went upon
                    another expedition, and then my only
                    pleasure was to talk with my maids about the accident by which we were carried away, and the happiness that we
                    should all enjoy at the end of our captivity."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "There were women in your Arab's
                    fortress, said the princess, why did you
                    not make them your companions, enjoy
                    their conversation, and partake their diversions? In a place where they found
                </p>
                <p>
                    business or amusement, why should you
                    alone sit corroded with idle melancholy?
                </p>
               
            <pb n="97"/>
                <p>
                    or why could not you bear for a few
                    months that condition to which they
                    were condemned for life?"
                    "The diversions of the women, answered Pekuah, were only childish play,
                    by which the mind accustomed to stronger operations could not be kept busy. I
                    could do all which they delighted in
                    doing by powers merely sensitive, while
                    my intellectual faculties were flown to Cairo. They ran from room to room as a bird
                    hops from wire to wire in his cage.
                    They danced for the sake of motion, as
                    lambs frisk in a meadow. One sometimes pretended to be hurt that the rest
                    might be alarmed, or hid herself that another might seek her. Part of their time
                    passed in watching the progress of light
                    bodies that floated on the river, and part
                </p>
               
            <pb n="98"/>
                <p>
                    in marking the various forms into which
                    clouds broke in the sky.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Their business was only needlework, in which I and my maids sometimes helped them; but you know that
                    the mind will easily straggle from the
                    fingers, nor will you suspect that captivity and absence from Nekayah could
                    receive solace from silken flowers.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Nor was much satisfaction to be
                    hoped from their conversation: for of
                    what could they be expected to talk?
                    They had seen nothing; for they had
                    lived from early youth in that narrow
                    spot: of what they had not seen they
                    could have no knowledge, for they could
                    not read. They had no ideas but of the
                    few things that were within their view,
                </p>
                
            <pb n="99"/>
                <p>
                    and had hardly names for any thing but
                    their cloaths and their food. As I bore
                    a superior character, I was often called
                    to terminate their quarrels, which I decided as equitably as I could. If it could
                    have amused
                    me to hear the complaints
                    of each against the rest, I might have
                    been often detained by long stories, but
                    the motives of their animosity were so
                    small that I could not listen without intercepting the tale."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "How, said Rasselas can the Arab,
                    whom you represented as a man of more
                    than common accomplishments, take
                    any pleasure in his seraglio when it is
                    filled only with women like these. Are
                    they exquisitely beautiful?"
                </p>
               
            <pb n="100"/>
                <p>
                    "They do not, said Pekuah, want
                    that unaffecting and ignoble beauty which
                    may subsist without spriteliness or sublimity, without energy of thought or
                    dignity of virtue. But to a man like
                    the Arab such beauty was only a flower
                    casually plucked and carelessly thrown
                    away. Whatever pleasures he might find
                    among them, they were not those of
                    friendship or society. When they were
                    playing about him he looked on them
                    with inattentive superiority: when they
                    vied for his regard he sometimes turned
                    away disgusted. As they had no knowledge, their talk could take nothing from
                    the tediousness of life: as they had no
                    choice, their fondness, or appearance of
                    fondness, excited in him neither pride
                    nor gratitude; he was not exalted in his
                    own esteem by the smiles of a woman
                </p>
                
            <pb n="101"/>
                <p>
                    who saw no other man, nor was much
                    obliged by that regard, of which he
                    could never know the sincerity, and
                    which he might often perceive to be exerted not so much to delight him as to
                    pain a rival. That which he gave, and
                    they received, as love, was only a careless distribution of superfluous time, such
                    love as man can bestow upon that which
                    he despises, such as has neither hope nor
                    fear, neither joy nor sorrow."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "You have reason, lady, to think
                    yourself happy, said Imlac, that you
                    have been thus easily dismissed. How
                    could a mind, hungry for knowledge,
                    be willing, in an intellectual famine, to
                    lose such a banquet as Pekuah's conver-
                    sation?"
                </p>
            <pb n="102"/>
                <p>
                    "I am inclined to believe, answered
                    Pekuah, that he was for some time in
                    suspense; for, notwithstanding his promise, whenever I proposed to dispatch a
                    messenger to Cairo, he found some excuse for delay. While I was detained in
                    his house he made many incursions into
                    the neighbouring countries, and, perhaps,
                    he would have refused to discharge me,
                    had his plunder been equal to his wishes.
                    He returned always courteous, related
                    his adventures, delighted to hear my observations, and endeavoured to advance
                    my acquaintance with the stars. When I
                    importuned him to send away my letters,
                    he toothed me with professions of honour
                    and sincerity; and, when I could be no
                    longer decently denied, put his troop
                    again in motion, and left me to govern
                    in his absence. I was much afflicted by
                </p>
               
            <pb n="103"/>
                <p>
                    this studied procrastination, and was sometimes afraid that I should be forgotten;
                    that you would leave Cairo, and I must
                    end my days in an island of the Nile.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "I grew at last hopeless and dejected,
                    and cared so little to entertain him, that
                    he for a while more frequently talked
                    with my maids. That he should fall
                    in love with them, or with me, might
                    have been equally fatal, and I was not
                    much pleased with the growing friendship. My anxiety was not long; for,
                    as I recovered some degree of chearfulness, he returned to me, and I could not
                    forbear to despise my former uneasiness.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "He still delayed to send for my ransome, and would, perhaps, never have
                    determined, had not your agent found
                </p>
                
            <pb n="104"/>
                <p>
                    his way to him. The gold, which he
                    would not fetch, he could not reject
                    when it was offered. He hastened to
                    prepare for our journey hither, like a
                    man delivered from the pain of an intestine conflict. I took leave of my companions in the house, who dismissed me
                    with cold indifference."
                </p>
                <p>
                    Nekayah, having heard her favourite's
                    relation, rose and embraced her, and
                    Rasselas gave her an hundred ounces of
                    gold, which she presented to the Arab
                    for the fifty that were promised.
                </p>
                
            <pb n="105"/>
               
                    <head>CHAP. XXXIX.</head>
                    <head type="sub">The history of a man of learning.</head>
            <p>They returned to Cairo, and
                    were so well pleased at finding
                    themselves together, that none of them
                    went much abroad. The prince began
                    to love learning, and one day declared
                    to Imlac, that he intended to devote
                    himself to science, and pass the rest of
                    his days in literary solitude.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Before you make your final choice,
                    answered Imlac, you ought to examine
                    its hazards, and converse with some
                    of those who are grown old in the company of themselves. I have just left
                </p>
               
            <pb n="106"/>
                <p>
                    the observatory of one of the most learned astronomers in the world, who has
                    spent forty years in unwearied attention
                    to the motions and appearances of the
                    celestial bodies, and has drawn out his
                    foul in endless calculations. He ad mits a few friends once a month to hear
                    his deductions and enjoy his discoveries.
                    I was introduced as a man of knowledge
                    worthy of his notice. Men of various
                    ideas and fluent conversation are commonly welcome to those whose thoughts
                    have been long fixed upon a single point,
                    and who find the images of other things
                    stealing away. I delighted him with
                    my remarks, he smiled at the narrative
                    of my travels, and was glad to forget
                    the constellations, and descend for a moment into the lower world.
                </p>
                
            <pb n="107"/>
                <p>
                    "On the next day of vacation I renewed my visit, and was so fortunate as
                    to please him again. He relaxed from
                    that time the severity of his rule, and
                    permitted me to enter at my own choice.
                    I found him always busy, and always
                    glad to be relieved. As each knew
                    much which the other was desirous of
                    learning, we exchanged our notions with
                    great delight. I perceived that I had
                    every day more of his confidence, and
                    always found new cause of admiration
                    in the profundity of his mind. His
                    comprehension is vast, his memory capacious and retentive, his discourse is
                    methodical, and his expression clear.
                </p>
                <p>
                    His integrity and benevolence are
                    equal to his learning. His deepest re-
                </p>
                
               
            <pb n="108"/>
                <p>
                    searches and most favourite studies are
                    willingly interrupted for any opportunity of doing good by his counsel or his
                    riches. To his closest retreat, at his
                    most busy moments, all are admitted
                    that want his assistance: "For though
                    I exclude idleness and pleasure, I will
                    never, says he, bar my doors against
                    charity. To man is permitted the contemplation of the skies, but the prac-tice of virtue is commanded."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Surely, said the princess, this man
                    is happy."
                </p>
                <p>
                    I visited him, said Imlac, with
                    more and more frequency, and was every
                    time more enamoured of his conversation: he was sublime without haughtiness, courteous without formality, and
                </p>
               
            <pb n="109"/>
                <p>
                    communicative without ostentation. I
                    was at first, great princess of your opinion,
                    thought him the happiest of mankind,
                    and often congratulated him on the blessing that he enjoyed. He seemed to
                    hear nothing with indifference but the
                    praises of his condition, to which he always returned a general answer, and
                    diverted the conversation to some other
                    topick.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Amidst this willingness to be
                    pleased, and labour to please, I had
                    quickly reason to imagine that some painful sentiment pressed upon his mind.
                    He often looked up earnertly towards
                    the fun, and let his voice fall in the
                    midst of his discourse. He would sometimes, when we were alone, gaze upon
                    me in silence with the air of a man who
                </p>
               
            <pb n="110"/>
                <p>
                    longed to speak what he was yet resolved to suppress. He would often
                    send for me with vehement injuntions
                    of haste, though, when I came to him,
                    he had nothing extraordinary to say.
                    And sometimes, when I was leaving
                    him, would call me back, pause a few
                    moments and then dismiss me.
                </p>
                
            <pb n="111"/>
                
                    <head>CHAP. XL.</head>
          
                    <head type="sub">The astonomer discovers the cause of his uneasiness.</head>
            <p>At last the time came when the secret burst his reserve. We were
                    sitting together last night in the turret
                    of his house, watching the <ref target="emersion_" corresp="emersion">emersion</ref>
                        <note xml:id="emersion" target="emersion_">emergence; they are watching one of Jupiter's moons emerge from being hidden behind the planet</note> of
                    a satellite of Jupiter. A sudden tempest clouded the sky, and disappointed
                    our observation. We sat a while silent
                    in the dark, and then he addressed himself to me in these words: "Imlac, I
                    have long considered thy friendship as
                    the greatest blessing of my life. Integrity without knowledge is weak and:
                    useless, and knowledge without integrity</p>
                
                
            <pb n="112"/>
                <p>
                    is dangerous and dreadful. I have found
                    in thee all the qualities requisite for trust,
                    benevolence, experience, and fortitude.
                    I have long discharged an office which I
                    must soon quit at the call of nature, and
                    shall rejoice in the hour of imbecility
                    and pain to devolve it upon thee.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "I thought myself honoured by this
                    testimony, and protested that whatever
                    could conduce to his happiness would add
                    likewise to mine."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Hear, Imlac, what thou wilt not
                    without difficulty credit. I have possessed for five years the regulation of
                    weather, and the distribution of the seasons: the sun has listened to my dictates, and passed from tropick to tropick by my direction; the clouds, at
                </p>
               
            <pb n="113"/>
                <p>
                    my call, have poured their waters, and
                    the Nile has overflowed at my command;
                    I have restrained the rage of the dog-
                    star, and mitigated the fervours of the
                    crab. The winds alone, of all the elemental powers, have hitherto refused
                    my authority, and multitudes have perished by equinoctial tempests which I
                    found myself unable to prohibit or re-
                    strain. I have administered this great
                    office with exact justice, and made to
                    the different nations of the earth an impartial dividend of rain and sunshine.
                    What must have been the misery of half
                    the globe, if I had limited the clouds to
                    particular regions, or confined the sun
                    to either side of the equator?"
                </p>
                
            <pb n="114"/>
                
                    <head>CHAP. XLI.</head>
                    <head type="sub">The opinion of the astronomer is explained and justified.</head>
                    <p>
                    "I suppose he discovered in me, through the obscurity of the room,
                    some tokens of amazement and doubt,
                    for, after a short pause, he proceeded
                    thus:"
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Not to be easily credited will neither surprise nor offend me; for I am,
                    probably, the first of human beings to
                    whom this trust has been imparted. Nor
                    do I know whether to deem this distinction a reward or punishment; since I
                    have possessed it I have been far less hap-
                </p>
                
            <pb n="115"/>
                <p>
                    py than before, and nothing but the
                    consciousness of good intention could
                    have enabled me to support the weariness of unremitted vigilance."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "How long, Sir, said I, has this
                    great office been in your hands?"
                </p>
                <p>
                    "About ten years ago, said he, my
                    daily observations of the changes of the
                    sky led me to confider, whether, if I
                    had the power of the seasons, I could
                    confer greater plenty upon the inhabitants of the earth. This contemplation
                    fastened on my mind, and I sat days
                    and nights in imaginary dominion,
                    pouring upon this country and that the
                    showers of fertility, and seconding every
                    fall of rain with a due proportion of
                    sunshine. I had yet only the will to do
                </p>
                
            <pb n="116"/>
                <p>
                    good, and did not imagine that I should
                    ever have the power.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "One day as I was looking on the
                    fields withering with heat, I felt in my
                    mind a sudden with that I could send
                    rain on the southern mountains, and raise
                    the Nile to an inundation. In the hurry
                    of my imagination I commanded rain to
                    fall, and, by comparing the time of, my
                    command, with that of the inundation, I
                    found that the clouds had listned to
                    my lips."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Might not some other cause, said
                    I, produce this concurrence? the Nile
                    does not always rise on the fame day."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Do not believe, said he with impatience, that such objections could escape
                </p>
                
            <pb n="117"/>
                <p>
                    me: I reasoned long against my own
                    convicion, and laboured against truth
                    with the utmost obstinacy. I sometimes
                    suspected myself of madness, and should
                    not have dared to impart this secret but
                    to a man like you, capable of distinguishing the wonderful from the impossible, and the incredible from the
                    false."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Why, Sir, said I, do you call that
                    incredible, which you know, or think
                    you know, to be true?"
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Because, said he, I cannot prove it
                    by any external evidence; and I know
                    too well the laws of demonstration to
                    think that my conviction ought to influence another, who cannot, like me, be
                    conscious of its force. I, therefore, shall
                </p>
                
            <pb n="118"/>
                <p>
                    not attempt to gain credit by disputation. It is sufficient that I feel this power,
                    that I have long possessed, and every day
                    exerted it. But the life of man is short, the
                    infirmities of age increase upon me, and
                    the time will soon come when the regulator of the year must mingle with the
                    dust. The care of appointing a successor has long disturbed me; the night and
                    the day have been spent in comparisons
                    of all the characters which have come
                    to my knowledge, and I have yet found
                    none so worthy as thyself.
                </p>
               
            <pb n="119"/>
                
                    <head>CHAP. XLII</head>
                    <head type="sub">The astronomer leaves Imlac his directions</head>
            <p>"HEAR therefore, what I shall impart, with attention, such as
                    the welfare of a world requires. If the
                    task of a king be considered as difficult,
                    who has the care only of a few millions,
                    to whom he cannot do much good or
                    harm, what must be the anxiety of him,
                    on whom depends the action of the elements, and the great gifts of light and
                    heat!--Hear me therefore with attention.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "I have diligently considered the position of the earth and fun, and formed
                </p>
               
            <pb n="120"/>
                <p>
                    innumerable schemes in which I changed
                    their situation. I have sometimes turned
                    aside the axis of the earth, and sometimes varied <ref target="ecliptick_" corresp="ecliptick">the ecliptick of the sun</ref>
                        <note xml:id="ecliptick" target="ecliptick_">the plane taken by the earth as it orbits the sun</note>:
                    but I have found it impossible to make
                    a disposition by which the world may be
                    advantaged; what one region gains, another loses by any imaginable alteration,
                    even without considering the distant parts
                    of the solar system with which we are
                    unacquainted. Do not, therefore, in thy
                    administration of the year, indulge thy
                    pride by innovation; do not please thyself with thinking that thou canst make
                    thyself renowned to all future ages,
                    by disordering the seasons. The memory of mischief is no desirable fame.
                    Much less will it become thee to let kindness or interest prevail. Never rob other
                </p>
                
            <pb n="121"/>
                <p>
                    countries of rain to pour it on thine own.
                    For us the Nile is sufficient."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "I promised that when I possesed the
                    power, I would use it with inflexible integrity, and he dismissed me, pressing
                    my hand." "My heart, said he, will
                    be now at rest,
                    and my benevolence will
                    no more destroy my quiet: I have found
                    a man of wisdom and virtue, to whom
                    I can chearfully bequeath the inheritance of the sun."
                </p>
                <p>
                    The prince heard this narration with
                    very serious regard, but the princess
                    smiled, and Pekuah convulsed herself with laughter. "Ladies, said Imlac, to mock the heaviest of human
                    afflictions is neither charitable nor wise.
                    Few can attain this man's knowledge,
                </p>
                
            <pb n="122"/>
                <p>
                    and few practise his virtues; but all may
                    suffer his calamity. Of the uncertainties of our present state, the most dread-
                    ful and alarming is the uncertain continuance of reason."
                </p>
                <p>
                    The princess was recollected, and the
                    favourite was abashed. Rasselas, more
                    deeply affected, enquired of Imlac,
                    whether he thought such maladies of
                    the mind frequent, and how they were
                    contracted.
                </p>
                
            <pb n="123"/>
                
                    <head>CHAP. XLIII.</head>
                    <head type="sub">The dangerous prevalence of imagination.</head>
                    <p>"DISORDERS of intellect, answered Imlac, happen much
                    more often than superficial observers will
                    easily believe. Perhaps, if we speak with
                    rigorous exactness, no human mind is
                    in its right state. There is no man whose
                    imagination does not sometimes predominate over his reason, who can regulate his attention wholly by his will,
                    and whose ideas will come and go at his
                    command. No man will befound in whose
                    mind airy notions do not sometimes tyrannise, and force him to hope or fear be-
                </p>
                
            <pb n="124"/>
                <p>
                    yond the limits of sober probability.
                    All power of fancy over reason is a degree of 
                    insanity; but while this power is such as we can 
        controul and repress, it
                    is not visible to others, nor considered as
                    any depravation of the mental faculties:
                    it is not pronounced madness but when it
                    comes ungovernable, and apparently in-
                    fluences speech or action.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "To indulge the power of fiction, and
                    send imagination out upon the wing, is
                    often the sport of those who delight too
                    much in silent speculation. When we
                    are alone we are not always busy; the
                    labour of <ref target="excogitation_" corresp="excogitation">excogitation</ref>
                        <note xml:id="excogitation" target="excogitation_">discovery or invention; mental effort</note> is too violent to
                    last long; the ardour of enquiry will
                    sometimes give way to idleness or satiety.
                    He who has nothing external that can
                    divert him, must find pleasure in his
                </p>
               
            <pb n="125"/>
                <p>
                    own thoughts, and must conceive himself what he is not; for who is pleased
                    with what he is? He then expatiates
                    in boundless futurity, and culls from all
                    imaginable conditions that which for the
                    present moment he should most desire,
                    amuses his desires with impossible enjoyments, and confers upon his pride
                    unattainable dominion. The mind dances from scene to scene, unites all pleasures in all combinations, and riots in
                    delights which nature and fortune, with
                    all their bounty cannot bestow.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "In time some particular train or
                    ideas fixes the attention, all other intellectual gratifications are rejected, the
                    mind, in weariness or leisure, recurs constantly to the favourite conception, and
                    feasts on the luscious falsehood whenever
                </p>
               
            <pb n="126"/>
                <p>
                    she is offended with the bitterness of
                    truth. By degrees the reign of fancy is
                    confirmed; the grows first imperious,
                    and in time despotick. Then fictions
                    begin to operate as realities, false opinions fasten upon the mind, and life
                    passes in dreams of rapture or of anguish.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "This, Sir, is one of the dangers of
                    solitude, which the hermit has confessed
                    not always to promote goodness, and the
                    astronomer's misery has proved to be
                    not always propitious to wisdom."
                </p>
                <p>
                    I will no more, said the favourite,
                    imagine myself the queen of Abissinia.
                    I have often spent the hours, which the
                    princess gave to my own disposal, in
                    adjusting ceremonies and regulating the
                    court; I have repressed the pride of the
                </p>
                
            <pb n="127"/>
                <p>
                    powerful, and granted the petitions of
                    the poor; I have built new palaces in
                    more happy situations, planted groves
                    upon the tops of mountains, and have
                    exulted in the beneficence of royalty, till,
                    when the princess entered, I had almost
                    forgotten to bow down before her."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "And I, said the princess, will not
                    allow myself any more to play the shepherdess in my waking dreams. I have
                    often soothed my thoughts with the quiet
                    and innocence of pastoral employments,
                    till I have in my chamber heard the winds
                    whistle, and the sheep bleat; Sometimes
                    freed the lamb entangled in the thicket,
                    and sometimes with my crook encountered the wolf. I have a dress like that
                    of the village maids, which I put on to
                    help my imagination, and a pipe on
                </p>
                
            <pb n="128"/>
                <p>
                    which I play softly, and suppose myself followed by my flocks."
                    "I will confess, said the prince, an
                    indulgence of fantastick delight more
                    dangerous than yours. I have frequently endeavoured to image the possibility of
                    a perfect government, by which all
                    wrong should be restrained, all vice reformed, and all the subects preserved in
                    tranquility and innocence. This thought
                    produced innumerable schemes of reformation, and dictated many useful regulations and salutary edicts. This has
                    been the sport and sometimes the labour
                    of my solitude; and I start, when I
                    think with how little anguish I once supposed the death of my father and my
                    brothers."
                </p>
                
            <pb n="129"/>
                <p>
                    "Such, says Imlac, are the effects
                    of visionary schemes: when we first
                    form them we know them to be absurd,
                    but familiarise them by degrees, and in
                    time lose sight of their folly."
                </p>
                
                   <head> CHAP. XLIV.</head>
                   <head type="sub"> They discourse with an old man.</head>
                <p>
                    THE evening was now far past, and they rose to return home.
                    As they walked along the bank of the
                    Nile, delighted with the beams of the
                    moon quivering on the water, they saw
                    at a small distance an old man, whom
                    the prince had often heard in the assembly of the sages. "Yonder, said he, is
                    one whose years have calmed his passions,
                </p>
                
            <pb n="130"/>
                <p>
                    but not clouded his reason: let us close
                    the disquisitions of the night, by enquiring what are his sentiments of his own
                    state, that we may know whether youth
                    alone is to struggle with vexation, and
                    whether any better hope remains for the
                    latter part of life."
                </p>
                <p>
                    Here the sage approached and saluted
                    them. They invited him to join their
                    walk, and prattled a while as acquaintance
                    that had unexpectedly met one another.
                    The old man was chearful and talkative, and the way seemed short in his
                    company. He was pleased to find himself not disregarded, accompanied them
                    to their house, and, at the prince's request, entered with them. They placed
                    him in the seat of honour, and set wine
                    and conserves before him.
                </p>
               
            <pb n="131"/>
                <p>
                    "Sir, said the princess, an evening
                    walk must give to a man of learning,
                    like you, pleasures which ignorance and
                    youth can hardly conceive You know
                    the qualities and the causes of all that
                    you behold, the laws by which the river
                    flows, the periods in which the planets
                    perform their revolutions. Every thing
                    must supply you with contemplation,
                    and renew the consciousness of your own
                </p>
                <p>
                    dignity."
                    "Lady, answered he, let the gay and
                    the vigorous expect pleasure in their
                    excursions, it is enough that age can obnovelty: I look round, and see what I
                    remember to have seen in happier days.
                    I rest against a tree, and consider, that
                    in the same shade I once disputed upon
                </p>
                <p>
                    the
                </p>
            <pb n="132"/>
                <p>
                    the annual overflow of the Nile with a
                    friend who is now silent in the grave. I
                    cast my eyes upwards, fix them on the
                    changing moon, and think with pain on
                    the vicissitudes of life. I have ceased to
                    take much delight in physical truth; for
                    what have I to do with those things
                    which I am soon to leave?"
                </p>
                <p>
                    "You may at least recreate yourself, said Imlac, with the recollection of
                    an honourable and useful life, and enjoy
                    the praise which all agree to give you."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Praise, said the sage, with a sigh,
                    is to an old man an empty sound.
                    I have neither mother to be delighted
                    with the reputation of her son, nor wife
                    to partake the honours of her husband.
                    I have outlived my friends and my rivals.
                </p>
                
            <pb n="133"/>
                <p>
                    Nothing is now of much importance;
                    for I cannot extend my interest beyond myself. Youth is delighted with applause,
                    because it is considered as the earnest of
                    some future good, and because the prospect of life is far extended: but to me,
                    who am now declining to decrepitude,
                    there is little to be feared from the malevolence of men, and yet less to be hoped
                    from their affection or esteem. Something they may yet take away, but they
                    can give me nothing. Riches would
                    now be useless, and high employment
                    would be pain. My retrospect of life
                    recalls to my view many opportunities
                    of good neglected, much time squandered upon trifles, and more lost in idleness and vacancy. I leave many great
                    designs unattempted, and many great
                    attempts unfinished. My mind is bur-
                </p>
                
            <pb n="134"/>
                <p>
                    thened with no heavy crime, and therefore I compose myself to tranquility; endeavour to abstract my thoughts from
                    hopes and cares, which, though reason
                    knows them to be vain, still try to keep
                    their old possession of the heart; expect,
                    with serene humility, that hour which nature cannot long delay; and hope to possess
                    in a better state that happiness which here
                    I could not find, and that virtue which
                    here I have not attained."
                </p>
                <p>
                    He rose and went away, leaving his
                    audience not much elated with the hope
                    of long life. The prince consoled himself with remarking, that it was not reasonable to be disappointed by this account; for age had never been considered as the season of felicity, and, if it was possible to be easy in decline and weak-
                </p>
                
            <pb n="135"/>
                <p>
                    ness, it was likely that the days of vigour and alacrity might be happy: that
                    the noon of life might be bright, if the
                    evening could be calm.
                </p>
                <p>
                    The princess suspected that age was querulous and malignant, and delighted to repress the expectations of those who had
                    newly entered the world. She had seen the
                    possessors of estates look with envy on
                    their heirs, and known many who enjoy pleasure no longer than they can confine it to themselves.
                </p>
                <p>
                    Pekuah conjectured, that the man
                    was older than he appeared, and was
                    willing to impute his complaints to
                    delirious dejection; or else supposed that
                    he had been unfortunate, and was therefore discontented: "For nothing, said
                </p>
               
            <pb n="136"/>
                <p>
                    she, is more common than to call our
                    own condition, the condition of life."
                </p>
                <p>
                    Imlac, who had no desire to see them
                    depressed, smiled at the comforts which
                    they could so readily procure to themselves, and remembered, that at the same
                    age, he was equally confident of unmingled prosperity, and equally fertile of
                    consolatory expedients. He forbore to
                    force upon them unwelcome knowledge,
                    which time itself would too soon impress.
                    The princess and her lady retired; the
                    madness of the astronomer hung upon
                    their minds, and they desired Imlac to
                    enter upon his office, and delay next
                    morning the rising of the sun.
                </p>
                
            <pb n="137"/>
                
                    <head>CHAP. XLV.</head>
                    <head type="sub">The princess and Pekuah visit the astronomer.</head>
                <p>THE princess and Pekuah having talked in private of Imlac's astronomer, thought his character at once so
                    amiable and so strange, that they could
                    not be satisfied without a nearer knowledge, and Imlac was requested to find
                    the means of bringing them together.
                </p>
                <p>
                    This was somewhat difficult; the philosopher had never received any visits
                    from women, though he lived in a city
                    that had in it many Europeans who followed the manners of their own coun-
                </p>
                
            <pb n="138"/>
                <p>
                    tries, and many from other parts of the
                    world that lived there with European liberty. The ladies would not be refused,
                    and several schemes were proposed for the
                    accomplishment of their design. It was
                    proposed to introduce them as strangers
                    in distress, to whom the sage was always accessible; but, after some deliberation, it appeared, that by this artifice,
                    no acquaintance could be formed, for
                    their conversation would be short, and
                    they could not decently importune him
                    often. "This, said Rasselas, is true;
                    but I have yet a stronger objection against the misrepresentation of your state.
                    I have always considered it as treason against the great republick of human nature, to make any man's virtues the
                    means of deceiving him, whether on
                    great or little occasions. All imposture
                </p>
                
            <pb n="139"/>
                <p>
                    weakens confidence and chills benevolence. When the sage finds that you
                    are not what you seemed, he will feel the
                    resentment natural to a man who, conscious of great abilities, discovers that he
                    has been tricked by understandings meaner than his own, and, perhaps, the distrust, which he can never afterwards
                    wholly lay aside, may stop the voice of
                    counsel, and close the hand of charity;
                    and where will you find the power of restoring his benefactions to mankind, or
                    his peace to himself?"
                </p>
                <p>
                    To this no reply was attempted, and
                    Imlac began to hope that their curiosity
                    would subside; but, next day, Pekuah
                    told him, she had now found an honest pretence for a visit to the astronomer,
                    for she would solicite permission to conti-
                </p>
                
            <pb n="140"/>
                <p>
                    nue under him the studies in which she
                    had been initiated by the Arab, and the
                    princes might go with her either as a fellow-student, or because a woman could
                    not decently come alone. "I am afraid,
                    said Imlac, that he will be soon weary of
                    your company: men advanced far in
                    knowledge do not love to repeat the
                    elements of their art, and I am not certain that even of the elements, as he
                    will deliver them connected with inferences, and mingled with reflections, you
                    are a very capable auditress." "That,
                    said Pekuah, must be my care: I ask of
                    you only to take me thither. My knowledge is, perhaps, more than you imagine it, and by concurring always with
                    his opinions I shall make him think it
                    greater than it is."
                </p>
             
            <pb n="141"/>
                <p>
                    The astronomer, in pursuance of this
                    resolution, was told, that a foreign lady,
                    travelling in search of knowledge, had
                    heard of his reputation, and was desirous to become his scholar. The uncommonness of the proposal raised at once
                    his surprize and curiosity, and when, after a short deliberation, he consented to
                    admit her, he could not stay without impatience till the next day.
                </p>
                <p>
                    The ladies dressed themselves magnificently, and were attended by Imlac to
                    the astronomer, who was pleased to see
                    himself approached with respect by persons of so splendid an appearance. In
                    the exchange of the first civilities he was
                    timorous and bashful; but when the
                    talk became regular, he recollected his
                    powers, and justified the character which
                </p>
               
            <pb n="142"/>
                <p>
                    Imlac had given. Enquiring of Pekuah
                    what could have turned her inclination
                    towards astronomy, he received from her
                    a history of her adventure at the pyramid, and of the time passed in the Arab's island. She told her tale with ease
                    and elegance, and her conversation took
                    possession of his heart. The discourse
                    was then turned to astronomy: Pekuah
                    displayed what she knew: he looked
                    upon her as a prodigy of genius, and intreated her not to desist from a study
                    which she had so happily begun.
                </p>
                <p>
                    They came again and again, and were
                    every time more welcome than before.
                    The sage endeavoured to amuse them,
                    that they might prolong their visits, for
                    he found his thoughts grow brighter in
                    their company; the clouds of solicitude
                </p>
               
            <pb n="143"/>
                <p>
                    vanished by degrees, as he forced himself
                    to entertain them; and he grieved when
                    he was left at their departure to his old
                    employment of regulating the seasons.
                </p>
                <p>
                    The princess and her favourite had
                    now watched his lips for several months,
                    and could not catch a single word from
                    which they could judge whether he continued, or not, in the opinion of his
                    <ref target="preternatural_" corresp="preternatural">preternatural</ref>
                        <note xml:id="preternatural" target="preternatural">"Outside the ordinary course of nature; differing from or surpassing what is natural; unnatural." Oxford English Dictionary</note> conmission. They often
                    contrived to bring him to an open declaration, but he easily eluded all their attacks, and on which side soever they
                    pressed him escaped from them to some
                    other topick.
                </p>
                <p>
                    As their familiarity increased they invited him often to the house of Imlac,
                    where they distinguished him by extra-
                </p>
                
            <pb n="144"/>
                <p>
                    ordinary respect. He began gradually
                    to delight in sublunary pleasures. He
                    came early and departed late; laboured to recommend himself by assiduity
                    and compliance; excited their curiosity
                    after new arts, that they might still
                    want his assistance; and when they made
                    any excursion of pleasure or enquiry,
                    entreated to attend them.
                </p>
                <p>
                    By long experience of his integrity and
                    wisdom, the prince and his sister were
                    convinced that he might be trusted with
                    out danger; and left he should draw
                    any false hopes from the civilities which
                    he received, discovered to him their condition, with the motives of their journey, and required his opinion. on the
                    choice of life.
                </p>
                
            <pb n="145"/>
                <p>
                    "Of the various conditions which the
                    world spreads before you, which you
                    shall prefer, said the sage, I am not able
                    to instruct you. I can only tell that I
                    have chosen wrong. I have passed my
                    time in study without experience; in the
                    attainment of sciences which can, for the
                    most part, be but remotely useful to
                    mankind. I have purchased knowledge
                    at the expence of all the common comforts of life: I have missed the endearing elegance of female friendship, and
                    the happy commerce of the domestick tenderness. If I have obtained any prerogatives above other students, they have
                    been accompanied with fear, disquiet
                </p>
                <p>
                    and scrupulosity; but even of these prerogatives, whatever they were, I have
                    since my thoughts have been diversified
                    by more intercourse with the world, be
                </p>
               
            <pb n="146"/>
                <p>
                    gun to question the reality. When I
                    have been for a few days lost in pleasing
                    dissipation, I am always tempted to think
                    that my enquiries have ended in errour,
                    and that I have suffered much, and susfered it in vain."
                </p>
                <p>
                    Imlac was delighted to find that the
                    sage's understanding was breaking
                    through its mists, and resolved to detain
                    him from the planets till he should forget his talk of ruling them, and reason
                    should recover its original influence.
                </p>
                <p>
                    From this time the astronomer was received into familiar friendship, and partook of all their projects and pleasures:
                    his respect kept him attentive, and the
                    activity of Rasselas did not leave much
                    time unengaged. Something was al-
                </p>
               
             
            <pb n="147"/>
                <p>
                    ways to be done; the day was spent in
                    making observations which furnished
                    talk for the evening, and the evening
                    was closed with a scheme for the morrow.
                </p>
                <p>
                    The sage confessed to Imlac, that since
                    he had mingled in the gay tumults of
                    life, and divided his hours by a succession of amusements, he found the conviction of his authority over the skies
                    fade gradually from his mind, and began to trust less to an opinion which he
                    never could prove to others, and which
                    he now found subject to variation from
                    causes in which reason had no part. "If
                    I am accidentally left alone for a few
                    hours, said he, my inveterate persuasion
                    rushes upon my foul, and my thoughts
                    are chained down by some irresistible
                </p>
            <pb n="148"/>
                <p>
                    violence, but they are soon disentangled
                    by the prince's conversation, and instantaneously released at the entrance of Pekuah. I am like a man habitually afraid
                    of spectres, who is set at ease by a lamp,
                    and wonders at the dread which harrassed
                    him in the dark, yet, if his lamp be extinguished, feels again the terrours which
                    he knows that when it is light he shall
                    feel no more. But I am sometimes
                    afraid left I indulge my quiet by criminal
                    negligence, and voluntarily forget the
                    great charge with which I am intrusted.
                    If I favour myself in a known errour,
                    or am determined by my own ease in a
                    doubtful question of this importance,
                    how dreadful is my crime!"
                </p>
                <p>
                    No disease of the imagination, answered Imlac, is so difficult of cure, as
                </p>
                
            <pb n="149"/>
                <p>
                    that which is complicated with the dread
                    of guilt: fancy and conscience then act
                    interchangeably upon us, and so often
                    shift their places, that the illusions of
                    one are not distinguished from the dictates of the other. If fancy presents
                    images not moral or religious, the mind
                    drives them away when they give it pain,
                    but when melancholick notions take the
                    form of duty, they lay hold on the faculties without opposition, because we
                    are afraid to exclude or banish them.
                    For this reason the superstitious are often
                    melancholy, and the melancholy almost
                    always superstitious.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "But do not let the suggestions of
                    timidity overpower your better reason:
                    the danger of neglect can be but as the
                    probability of the obligation, which
                </p>
               
            <pb n="150"/>
                <p>
                    when you consider it with freedom, you
                    find very little, and that little growing
                    every day less. Open your heart to the
                    influence of the light, which, from time
                    to time, breaks in upon you: when scruples importune you, which you in your
                    lucid moments know to be vain, do
                    not stand to parley, but fly to business
                    or to Pekuah, and keep this thought
                    always prevalent, that you are only one
                    atom of the mass of humanity, and
                    have neither such virtue nor vice, as that
                    you should be singled out for supernatural favours or afflictions."
                </p>
                
            <pb n="151"/>
              
                    <head>CHAP. LXVI.</head>
                    <head type="sub">The prince enters and brings a new topick.</head>
                <p>"ALL this, said the astronomer, I
                    have often thought, but my
                    reason has been so long subjugated by
                    an uncontrolable and overwhelming idea,
                    that it durst not confide in its own decision. I now see how fatally I betrayed
                    my quiet, by suffering chimeras to prey
                    upon me in secret; but melancholy
                    shrinks from communication, and I never
                    found a man before, to whom I could
                    impart my troubles, though I had been
                    certain of relief, I rejoice to find my
                    own sentiments confirmed by yours,
                </p>
                
            <pb n="152"/>
                <p>
                    who are not easily deceived, and can have
                    no motive or purpose to deceive. I hope
                    that time and variety will dissipate the
                    gloom that has so long surrounded me,
                    and the latter part of my days will be
                    spent in peace."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Your learning and virtue, said Imlac, may justly give you hopes."
                </p>
                <p>
                    Rasselas then entered with the princess
                    and Pekuah, and enquired whether they
                    had contrived any new diversion for the
                    next day. "Such, said Nekayah, is
                    the state of life, that none are happy
                    but by the anticipation of change: the
                    change itself is nothing; when we have
                    made it, the next wish is to change
                    again. The world is not yet exhausted;
                </p>
               
            <pb n="153"/>
                <p>
                    let me see something to morrow which
                    I never saw before."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Variety, said Rasselas, is so necessary to content, that even the happy valley disgusted me by the recurrence of its
                    luxuries; yet I could not forbear to
                    reproach myself with impatience, when I
                    saw the monks of St. Anthony support
                    without complaint, a life, not of uniform delight, but uniform hardship."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Those men, answered Imlac, are
                    less wretched in their silent convent than
                    the Abissinian princes in their prison of
                    pleasure. Whatever is done by the
                    monks is incited by an adequate and reasonable motive. Their labour supplies
                    them with necessaries; it therefore cannot be omitted, and is certainly rewarded.
                </p>
                
            <pb n="154"/>
                <p>
                    Their devotion prepares them for another state, and reminds them of its approach, while it fits them for it. Their
                    time is regularly distributed; one duty
                    succeeds another, so that they are not left
                    open to the distraction of unguided choice,
                    nor lost in the shades of listless inactivity. There is a certain talk to be performed at an appropriated hour; and
                    their toils are cheerful, because they
                    consider them as acts of piety, by which
                    they are always advancing towards endless felicity."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Do you think, said Nekayah, that
                    the monastick rule is a more holy and
                    less imperfect state than any other?
                    May not he equally hope for future happiness who converses openly with mankind, who succours the distressed by his
                </p>
               
            <pb n="155"/>
                <p>
                    charity, instructs the ignorant by his
                    learning, and contributes by his industry
                    to the general system of life; even though
                    he should omit some of the mortifications
                    which are practised in the cloister, and allow himself such harmless delights as his
                    condition may place within his reach?"
                </p>
                <p>
                    "This, said Imlac, is a question which
                    has long divided the wise, and perplexed
                    the good. I am afraid to decide on either part. He that lives well in the
                    world is better than he that lives well
                    in a monastery. But, perhaps, every one
                    is not able to stem the temptations of
                    publick life; and, if he cannot conquer,
                    he may properly retreat. Some have little
                    power to do good, and have likewise little
                    strength to resist evil. Many are weary
                    of their conflicts with adversity, and are
                </p>
                
            <pb n="156"/>
                <p>
                    willing to eject those passions which
                    have long buried them in vain. And
                    many are dismissed by age and diseases
                    from the more laborious duties of society.
                    In monasteries the weak and timorous
                    may be happily sheltered, the weary
                    may repose, and the penitent may meditate. Those retreats of prayer and
                    contemplation have something so congenial to the mind of man, that, perhaps,
                    there is scarcely one that does not purpose to close his life in pious abstraction with a few associates serious as himself."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Such, said Pekuah, has often been
                    my wish, and I have heard the princess
                    declare, that she should not willingly die
                    in a croud."
                </p>
               
            <pb n="157"/>
                <p>
                    "The liberty of using harmless pleasures, proceeded Imlac, will not be disputed; but it is still to be examined what
                    pleasures are harmless. The evil of any
                    pleasure that Nekayah can image is not
                    in the act itself, but in its consequences.
                    Pleasure, in itself harmless, may become
                    mischievous, by endearing to us a state
                    which we know to be transient and probatory, and withdrawing our thoughts
                    from that, of which every hour brings
                    us nearer to the beginning, and of which
                    no length of time will bring us to the end.
                    Mortification is not virtuous in itself, nor
                    has any other use, but that it disengages
                    us from the allurements of sense. In
                    the state of future perfection to which
                    we all aspire, there will be pleasure without danger, and security without restraint."
                </p>
               
            <pb n="158"/>
                <p>
                    The princess was silent, and Rasselas,
                    turning to the astronomer, asked him,
                    whether he could not delay her retreat, by
                    shewing her something which she had not
                    seen before.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Your curiority, said the sage, has
                    been so general, and your pursuit of
                    knowledge so vigorous, that novelties
                    are not now very easily to be found: but
                    what you can no longer procure from
                    the living may be given by the dead.
                    Among the wonders of this country are
                    the catacombs, or the ancient repositories, in which the bodies of the earliest
                    generations were lodged, and where, by
                    the virtue of the gums which embalmed
                    them, they yet remain without corruption."
                </p>
               
            <pb n="159"/>
                <p>
                    "I know not, said Rasselas, what
                    pleasure the sight of the catacombs can
                    afford; but, since nothing else is offered,
                    I am resolved to view them, and shall
                    place this with many other things which
                    I have done, because I would do some thing."
                </p>
                <p>
                    They hired a guard of horsemen, and
                    the next day visited the catacombs. When
                    they were about to descend into the sepulchral caves, "Pekuah, said the princess, we are now again invading the habitations of the dead; I know that you
                    will stay behind; let me find you safe
                    when I return." "No, I will not be left,
                    answered Pekuah; I will go down between you and the prince."
                </p>
              
            <pb n="160"/>
                <p>
                    They then all descended, and roved
                    with wonder through the labyrinth of
                    subterraneous passages, where the bodies
                    were laid in rows on either side.
                </p>
                
                   <head> CHAP. XLVII.</head>
                    <head type="sub">Imlac discourses on the nature of the soul.</head>
                <p>"WHAT reason, said the prince, can be given, why the Egyptians should thus expensively preserve
                    those carcasses which some nations consume with fire, others lay to mingle with
                    the earth, and all agree to remove from
                    their sight, as soon as decent rites can be
                    performed?"
                </p>
                
            <pb n="161"/>
                <p>
                    "The original of ancient customs,
                    said Imlac, is commonly unknown; for
                    the practice often continues when the
                    cause has ceased; and concerning superstitious ceremonies it is vain to conjecture; for what reason did not dictate
                    reason cannot explain. I have long believed that the practice of embalming
                    arose only from tenderness to the remains
                    of relations or friends, and to this opinion
                    I am more inclined, because it seems
                    impossible that this care should have
                    been general: had all the dead been embalmed, their repositories must in time
                    have been more spacious than the dwellings of the living. I suppose only the
                    rich or honourable were secured from
                    corruption, and the rest left to the course
                    of nature.
                </p>
                
            <pb n="162"/>
                <p>
                    "But it is commonly supposed that the
                    Egyptians believed the soul to live as long
                    as the body continued undissolved, and
                    therefore tried this method of eluding
                    death."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Could the wise Egyptians, said Nekayah, think so grosly of the soul? If
                    the soul could once survive its separation,
                    what could it afterwards receive or suffer
                    from the body?
                </p>
                <p>
                    "The Egyptians would doubtless
                    think erroneously, said the astronomer,
                    in the darkness of heathenism, and the first
                    dawn of philosophy. The nature of the
                    soul is still disputed amidst all our opportunities of clearer knowledge: some
                    yet say, that it may be material, who, nevertheless, believe it to be immortal."
                </p>
               
            <pb n="163"/>
                <p>
                    "Some, answered Imlac, have indeed
                    said that the soul is material, but I can
                    scarcely believe that any man has thought
                    it, who knew how to think; for all the
                    conclusions of reason enforce the immateriality of mind, and all the notices of
                    sense and investigations of science concur to prove the unconsciousness of matter.
                </p>
                <p>
                    "It was never supposed that cogitation is inherent in matter, or that every
                    particle is a thinking being. Yet, if
                    any part of matter be devoid of thought,
                    what part can we suppose to think? Matter can differ from matter only in form,
                    density, bulk, motion, and direction of
                    motion: to which of these, however
                    varied or combined, can consciousness be
                    annexed? To be round or square, to
                </p>
                
            <pb n="164"/>
                <p>
                    be solid or fluid, to be great or little, to
                    be moved slowly or swiftly one way or
                    another, are modes of material existence,
                    all equally alien from the nature of cogitation. If matter be once without
                    thought, it can only be made to think
                    by some new modification, but all the
                    modifications which it can admit are
                    equally unconnected with cogitative
                    powers."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "But the materialists, said the astronomer, urge that matter may have qualities with which we are unacquainted."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "He who will determine, returned Imlac, against that which he knows, because
                    there may be something which he knows
                    not; he that can set hypothetical possibility against acknowledged certainty, is not
                </p>
                
            <pb n="165"/>
                <p>
                    to be admitted among reasonable beings.
                    All that we know of matter is, that matter is inert, senseless and lifeless; and if this conviction cannot be opposed but by
                    referring us to something that we know
                    not, we have all the evidence that human intellect can admit. If that which
                    is known may be over ruled by that which
                    is unknown, no being, not omniscient,
                    can arrive at certainty."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Yet let us not, said the astronomer,
                    too arrogantly limit the Creator's power."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "It is no limitation of omnipotence,
                    replied the poet, to suppose that one
                    thing is not consistent with another,
                    that the same proposition cannot be at
                    once true and false, that the same number cannot be even and odd, that cogi-
                </p>
                
            <pb n="166"/>
                <p>
                    tation cannot be conferred on that which
                    is created incapable of cogitation."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "I know not, said Nekayah, any great
                    use of this question. Does that immateriality, which, in my opinion, you have
                    sufficiently proved, necessarily include
                    eternal duration?"
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Of immateriality, said Imlac, our
                    ideas are negative, and therefore obscure.
                    Immateriality seems, to imply a natural
                    power of perpetual duration as a consequence of exemption from all causes of
                    decay: whatever perishes is destroyed by
                    the solution of its contexture, and separation of its parts; nor can we conceive
                    how that which has no parts, and therefore admits no solution, can be naturally corrupted or impaired."
                </p>
               
            <pb n="167"/>
                <p>
                    "I know not, said Rasselas, how to
                    conceive any thing without extension:
                    what is extended must have parts, and
                    you allow, that whatever has parts may
                    be destroyed."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "Consider your own conceptions, replied Imlac, and the difficulty will be
                    less. You will find subtance without
                    extension. An ideal form is no less real
                    than material bulk: yet an ideal form
                    has no extension. It is no less certain,
                    when you think on a pyramid, that your
                    mind posseses the idea of a pyramid, than
                    that the pyramid itself is standing. What
                    space does the idea of a pyramid occupy
                    more than the idea of a grain of corn?
                    or how can either idea suffer laceration?
                    As is the effect such is the cause; as
                </p>
                
            <pb n="168"/>
                <p>
                    thought is, such is the power that thinks;
                    a power impassive and indiscerpible."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "But the Being, said Nekayah, whom
                    I fear to name, the Being which made
                    the soul, can destroy it."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "He, surely, can destroy it, answered Imlac, since, however unperishable,
                    it receives from a superiour nature its
                    power of duration. That it will not perish
                    by any inherent cause of decay, or principle of corruption, may be shown by philosophy; but philosophy can tell no more.
                    That it wll not be annihilated by him
                    that made it, we must humbly learn
                    from higher authority."
                </p>
                <p>
                    The whole assembly stood a while silent and collected. "Let us return, said
                    Rasselas, from this scene of mortality.
                </p>
                
            <pb n="169"/>
                <p>
                    How gloomy would be these mansions
                    of the dead to him who did not know
                    that he shall never die; that what now
                    acts shall continue its agency, and what
                    now thinks shall think on for ever. Those
                    that lie here stretched before us, the wise
                    and the powerful of antient times, warn
                    us to remember the shortness of our
                    present state: they were, perhaps, snatched away while they were busy, like us,
                    in the choice of life."
                </p>
                <p>
                    "To me, said the princess, the choice
                    of life is become less important; I hope
                    hereafter to think only on the choice of
                    eternity."
                </p>
                <p>
                    They then hastened out of the caverns,
                    and, under the protection of their guard,
                    returned to Cairo.
                </p>
               
            <pb n="170"/>
               
                    <head>CHAP. XLVIII</head>
                    <head type="sub">The conclusion, in which nothing is concluded.</head>
                <p>IT was now the time of the inundation of the Nile: a few days after
                    their visit to the catacombs, the river
                    began to rise.
                </p>
                <p>
                    They were confined to their house.
                    The whole region being under water gave
                    them no invitation to any excursions,
                    and, being well supplied with materials
                    for talk, they diverted themselves with
                    comparisons of the different forms of
                    life which they had observed, and with
                    various schemes of happiness which each
                    of them had formed.
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                <p>
                    Pekuah was never so much charmed
                    with any place as the convent of St Anthony, where the Arab restored her to
                    the princess, and wished only to fill it
                    with pious maidens, and to be made
                    prioress of the order: she was weary
                    of expectation and disgust, and would
                    gladly be fixed in some unvariable state.
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                <p>
                    The princess thought, that of all sublunary things, knowledge was the best:
                    She desired first to learn all sciences, and
                    then purposed to found a college of
                    learned women, in which she would preside, that, by converting with the old,
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                    and educating the young, she might divide her time between the acquisition
                    and communication of wisdom, and raise
                    up for the next age models of prudence, and patterns of piety.
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                <p>
                    The prince desired a little kingdom,
                    in which he might administer justice in
                    his own person, and see all the parts of
                    government with his own eyes; but he
                    could never fix the limits of his dominion, and was always adding to the number of his subjects.
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                <p>
                    Imlac and the astronomer were contented to be driven along the stream of
                    life without direcing their course to any
                    particular port.
                </p>
                <p>
                    Of these wishes that they had formed
                    they well knew that none could be obtained. They deliberated a while what
                    was to be done, and resolved, when the
                    inundation should cease, to return to
                    Abissinia.
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                <titlePart>SEVERAL<lb/>
                    
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                    AGES of Man,<lb/>
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                    <hi rend="italic">And beginning of the</hi> Romane Common-wealth<lb/>
                    <hi rend="italic">to the end of their last King:</hi>
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                    With diverse other pleasant &amp; serious <hi rend="italic">Poems</hi>,<lb/>
                    
                    By a Gentlewoman in <hi rend="italic">New-England</hi>.<lb/>
                    
                    <hi rend="italic">The second Edition, Corrected by the Author,<lb/>
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                <head>The Prologue</head>
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                <l>To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings,</l>
                <l>Of Cities founded, Common-wealths begun,</l>
                <l>For my mean pen are too superiour things:</l>
                <l>Or how they all, or each their dates have run</l>
                <l>Let Poets and Historians set these forth,</l>
                <l>My obscure Lines shall not so dim their worth.</l>
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                            <head type="sub">2.</head>
                    <l>But when my wondring eyes and envious heart</l>
                    <l>Great Bartas sugar'd lines, do but read o're</l>
                    <l>Fool I do grudg the Muses did not part</l>
                    <l>'Twixt him and me that overfluent store,</l>
                    <l>A <ref target="Bartas_" corresp="Bartas">Bartas</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Bartas" target="Bartas_">Guillaume de Salluste du Bartas, a contemporary French poet whom Bradstreet admired. </note> can, do what a Bartas will</l>
                    <l>But simple I according to my skill.</l>
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                <head type="sub">3.</head>
                    <l>From school-boyes tongue no rhet'rick we expect</l>
                    <l>Nor yet a sweet Consort from broken strings,</l>
                    <l>Nor perfect beauty, where's a main defect:</l>
                    <l>My foolish, broken blemish'd Muse so sings</l>
                    <l>And this to mend, alas, no Art is able,</l>
                    <l>'Cause nature, made it so irreparable.</l>
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                            <head type="sub">4.</head>
                    <l>Nor can I, like that fluent sweet tongu'd Greek,</l>
                    <l>Who lisp'd at first, in future times speak plain</l>
                    <l>By Art he gladly found what he did seek</l>
                    <l>A full requital of his, striving pain.</l>
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                    <l>Art can do much, but this maxime's most sure</l>
                    <l>A weak or wounded brain admits no cure.</l>
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                            <head type="sub">5.</head>
                    <l>I am obnoxious to each carping tongue</l>
                    <l>Who says my hand a needle better fits,</l>
                    <l>A Poets pen all scorn I should thus wrong,</l>
                    <l>For such despite they cast on Female wits:</l>
                    <l>If what I do prove well, it won't advance,</l>
                    <l>They'l say it's stoln, or else it was by chance.</l>
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                            <head type="sub">6.</head>
                    <l>But sure the Antique Greeks were far more mild</l>
                    <l>Else of our Sexe, why feigned they those Nine</l>
                    <l>And poesy made, <ref target="Calliope_" corresp="Calliope">Calliope's</ref>
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                    <l>So 'mongst the rest they placed the Arts Divine.</l>
                    <l>But this weak knot, they will full soon untie,</l>
                    <l>The Greeks did nought, but play the fools &amp; lye.</l>
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                   <l>Let Greeks be Greeks, and women what they are</l>
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                   <l>It is but vain unjustly to wage warre;</l>
                   <l>Men can do best, and women know it well</l>
                   <l>Preheminence in all and each is yours;</l>
                   <l>Yet grant some small acknowledgement of ours.</l>
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                            <head type="sub">8.</head>
                    <l>And oh ye high flown quills that soar the Skies,</l>
                    <l>And ever with your prey still catch your praise,</l>
                    <l>If e're you daigne these lowly lines your eyes</l>
                    <l>Give Thyme or Parsley wreath I ask no bayes,</l>
                    <l>This mean and unrefined ore of mine</l>
                    <l>Will make your glistring gold, but more to shine.</l>
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					<publisher>Printed for <persName type="lcnaf" key="nr93028454">
						FRANCIS NOBLE</persName>, at his Circulating<lb/>Library, opposite 
						<hi rend="italic">
                                    <placeName type="lcnaf" key="n50065170">Gray's-Inn</placeName> Gate, 
						<placeName type="tgn" key="1004682">Holbourn</placeName>
                                </hi>; 
						<lb/>AND<lb/>
                                <persName type="lcnaf" key="nb2008022977">JOHN NOBLE</persName>, 
						<ref target="library_" corresp="library">at his Circulating Library</ref>
						<note xml:id="library" target="library_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
							<graphic url="notes/library.jpg" alt="Athena (identified by her shield) and Apollo (identified by his lyre)         sit on clouds surrounding a monument of books adorned with flowers         labeled 'J. Noble's Circulating Library'. The caption reads 'L'ectorem         delectando panterque monendo. - Hor.'" source="https://digitalcollections.folger.edu/img45714" desc="Apollo and Athena invite a reader to enjoy John Noble's library         of educational and entertaining books. Frontispiece illustration to         'A new catalogue of the large and valuable collection of books:         (both English and French) in John Noble's circulating library.         Consisting of several thousand volumes...which are lent to read,'         circa 1761. Public domain image, Folger Shakespeare Library         Digital Collections"/>Francis and John Noble were booksellers and publishers who ran a 
							successful circulating library starting in the 1740s. Rochelle Raineri 
							Zuck speculates that <hi rend="italic">The Female American</hi> may have 
							been the product of the "stable of writers" the Nobles employed "to 
							produce new work at a rapid pace" for their libraries-something like the 
							eighteenth-century equivalent of Internet 
							<ref target="https://researchguides.austincc.edu/contentfarms">
							content farms</ref>. See Zuck, "Who Wrote 
							<hi rend="italic">The Female American</hi>?" in 
							<hi rend="italic">English Literary History</hi> 89.3 (2022): 669.
							<ref target="https://doi.org/10.1353/elh.2022.0023">
							DOI:10.1353/elh.2022.0023</ref>.
							</note>
							, in						
							<lb/>
						<hi rend="italic">
                                    <placeName>St. Martin's-Court</placeName>
                                </hi>, near 
						<hi rend="italic">
                                    <placeName>Leicester-Square</placeName>
                                </hi>.
						<lb/>
					</publisher>
				</docImprint>
				<docDate when="1767">MDCCLXVII.</docDate>
			</titlePage>
		</front>
		<body>
			<div type="chapter" n="1">
			<pb n="1" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_002.png"/>
				<head type="main">THE
				<lb/>
				Female
					<ref target="American_" corresp="American">American</ref>; 
					<note xml:id="American" target="American_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#OUStudStaff">
						<graphic url="notes/vespucci.jpg" alt="A European explorer holding an astrolabe, a staff,        and a flag encounters a shocked woman in a hammock wearing        only a feathered cap and skirt." source="https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/666288" desc="Theodore Galle, 'Allegory of America,' ca. 1600.        Public Domain image, Metropolitan Museum of Art."/>
						This engraving by Netherlandish artist Theodoor Galle imitates 
						Johannes Stradanus' original drawing of Italian explorer Amerigo 
						Vespucci. In this allegorical image, Vespucci is shown 'awakening' 
						a woman who personifies America. The caption, 'Americen Americus 
						retexit, semel vocauit inde semper excitam,' roughly translates to 
						'Americus rediscovers America, once awakened, always aroused,' 
						further underscoring the sexualized and racialized ideology of 
						conquest. Like many depictions from this period, it visualizes 
						the so-called discovery of the Americas as an act of European male 
						dominance over feminized, exoticized, and passive land and peoples.
						</note>
					<lb/>
					OR, THE<lb/>
					ADVENTURES<lb/>
					OF UNCA ELIZA WINKFIELD.<lb/>
					</head>
				<head type="main">CHAP. I.</head>
				<head type="desc">
					<hi rend="italic">Our heroine traverses the island; 
					description of an uncommon animal, with her thoughts thereon.</hi>
				</head>
				
				<p>
					<hi rend="dropcap">I</hi> HAD matter enough to employ my thoughts 
					during this interim, to reconsider what I had said, and what method 
					I should pursue for the future with these people. Besides, I had some 
					domestick cares
			<pb n="2" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_003.png"/>
					upon my hands: I now set about preparing a better convenience for my 
					rest by night, and busied myself the remainder of the day, as soon as 
					I perceived the people were gone off the island, with gathering leaves 
					and other things to make my bed, which at last I made pretty tolerable. 
					The next day I removed all the things I had concealed into the subterraneous 
					apartments, bestowing some in one and some in another. I found it necessary 
					also to provide myself with more fat, that I might now want light, and 
					indeed with some meat; for these purposes I was obliged to kill a couple 
					of goats, a task always very disagreeable to me. As my habitation was very 
					gloomy and melancholy, I spent what leisure time I had, in walking up and
			<pb n="3" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_004.png"/>
					down the island. In these few days, I saw more of it than I had in all 
					the time I had been upon the island. I found it well watered with little
					<ref target="rivulets_" corresp="rivulets">rivulets</ref>
					<note xml:id="rivulets" target="rivulets_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">streams</note> and vast variety of trees, 
					many of which bore different kinds of fruits. Those which I perceived 
					had been pecked by birds I tasted, and found some of them very delicious.
					</p>
				<p>Among the various kinds of birds I found one sort exceeding beautiful. 
					It was about the size of a large parrot; its feathers delightfully 
					<ref target="variegated_" corresp="variegated">variegated</ref>
					<note xml:id="variegated" target="variegated_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">varied</note>with the colours of the 
					rain-bow, those of its tail spreading like those of the peacock; 
					but not near so large, nor numerous. Of the four-footed animals I saw one of a
					<ref target="extraordinary_" corresp="extraordinary">most extraordinary kind</ref>.
					<note xml:id="extraordinary" target="extraordinary_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
						<graphic url="notes/bestiary.jpg" alt="Two-page spread featuring colorful illustrations of eight different        fantastical creatures, each labeled with ornate gothic script" source="https://collections.britishart.yale.edu/catalog/orbis:9452785" desc="Helmingham Herbal and Bestiary (1500), Yale Center for British Art.        Reused under Yale Library's Open Access Policy."/>
						The absurd nature of the fictious animal described in this passage implies 
						a metaphorical meaning. The animal's only means of survival is deceiving its 
						prey, pretending to sleep in order to capture it. Anna Brickhouse connects 
						this description to Unca Eliza's own deception of the island's Indigenous 
						people, claiming that "Unca Eliza is both transfixed and patently disturbed 
						by the greed and violence of this strange colonial animal. A nightmarish 
						embodiment of her own predicament." Brickhouse, "The Indian Slave Trade in 
						Unca Eliza Winkfield's <hi rend="italic">The Female American</hi>."
						<hi rend="italic">The Yearbook of English Studies</hi> 46 (2016): 115-126.
						<ref target="https://dx.doi.org/10.1353/yes.2016.0008">
						DOI: 10.1353/yes.2016.0008</ref>.
						</note> It was of the size of a large
			<pb n="4" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_005.png"/>
					dog, as to its body, but its legs, which were very long, were by no means 
					proportioned to the bulk of this strange animal, being so slender as to bend 
					under him, insomuch that it could move only with the utmost slowness. I wondered 
					within myself how this creature could either defend, or provide for itself; but 
					observing it more closely, I took notice that its eyes were uncommonly large, for 
					an animal of that size, projecting far from the head, and so frightful as to 
					excite fear in me; and I should have fled from it, only that I perceived it 
					could not overtake me, had I walked ever so slow. The mouth of it was no less 
					dreadful; it kept the lips of it almost constantly drawn <ref target="asunder_" corresp="asunder">asunder</ref>
                            <note xml:id="asunder" target="asunder_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">split apart</note>, 
					which showed two horrid rows of sharp, but short teeth.</p>
			<pb n="5" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_006.png"/>
				<p>It was at this time labouring to get into a kind of pasture. 
					I determined to watch its motions, thinking it might be seeking 
					its prey; for I did not doubt but that the goodness and wisdom of 
					<ref target="providence_" corresp="providence">providence</ref>,<note xml:id="providence" target="providence_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">God's divine plan</note>	which 
					had thus wonderfully provided for its security, had 
					doubtless taken no less care for its support. It was a long time in 
					getting to the place it seemed designed to reach. As it walked or 
					rather limped along, several animals passed it, many much bigger than 
					itself, who no sooner saw it than they ran from it, as if afraid of 
					being destroyed by it. I took notice that as any of these approached him, 
					he <ref target="rowled_" corresp="rowled">rowled</ref>
					<note xml:id="rowled" target="rowled_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">rolled</note> his eyes, 
					which encreased their fierceness, at the same time showing his teeth.
					</p>
			<pb n="6" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_007.png"/>
				<p>At length he got into the grass, and then laid himself down, 
					extended as if dead. I came up to him behind, for his looks were 
					too terrifying to face him, and sitting down at some distance, was 
					resolved to watch, that I might discover whether he chose this place 
					merely for rest, or with some other view. He soon changed his posture 
					a little, so that I could perceive that his eyes were shut, and his lips 
					closed; I therefore concluded that he was going to sleep; however, I 
					still continued in my place. The hair on his body was very thick and 
					long, perhaps five or six inches; the extremities of every cluster of 
					them formed a kind of bunch, or small tuft, as large as an hasel-nut. 
					Having sat about a quarter of an hour, I saw a great number of field-mice
			<pb n="7" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_008.png"/>
					come up to him, who presently began to nibble at these tufts, 
					the animal continuing to lie still; but after a very considerable 
					number of mice had thus employed themselves, he got up, and shook 
					himself violently; when, to my great astonishment, I found these mice, 
					some way or other so fastened and secured to these tufts, that very 
					few of them could disengage themselves. And now, his neck being very 
					long, he turned his head, and devoured them very greedily, one after 
					another. I dare say that in a few minutes, he ate near three hundred 
					of them; for his body was almost covered with them.
					</p>
				<p>My curiosity was amply gratified, if an human being may say so, of
			<pb n="8" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_009.png"/>
					the sudden destruction of such a number of innocent animals; but the 
					divine being has been pleased to permit animals to support themselves 
					by devouring one another. I say permit; for I cannot think that it was 
					the original design of the Almighty, that animals should at all 
					destroy one another. I suppose it rather to be one of the unhappy 
					consequences of the general corruption of nature. I know it may be 
					replied, that some animals seem by their make to be designed to subsist 
					on animal food only, and are accordingly provided with teeth and claws, 
					unadapted for feeding on <ref target="herbage_" corresp="herbage">herbage</ref>,
					<note xml:id="herbage" target="herbage_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">stems and leaves</note> or fruits, 
					and with stomachs evidently made for digesting animal substances; 
					whilst those parts in animals who eat no animal food, are
			<pb n="9" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_010.png"/>
					quite differently formed. I know and grant this; but yet my opinion 
					is not by this concession destroyed. For it is highly reasonable to 
					suppose, that these kind of creatures were so formed to prey upon dead 
					animals, that by their feeding upon them, they might remove what would 
					otherwise be an hurtful nuisance, in more senses than one. However, 
					it is not my intention, here, to display the naturalist; otherwise I think, 
					<ref target="though-a-woman_" corresp="though-a-woman">though a woman
					</ref>, <note xml:id="though-a-woman" target="though-a-woman_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
						<graphic url="notes/judith.jpg" alt="Portrait of a woman dressed in a gown with her hair up,         holding a staff." source="https://digitalcollections.folger.edu/img65408" desc="Image from Thomas Heywood's 'The exemplary lives and memorable acts of         nine the most worthy women of the world' (1640).         Folger Shakespeare Library, CC-0 license."/>
						The phrase "though a woman" serves as a brief but significant 
						acknowledgment of gendered restrictions on knowledge in eighteenth-century 
						England. Although Unca Eliza is  depicted as a strong and smart 
						individual who challenges traditional gender roles, she establishes 
						her credibility by referencing foundational male philosophers, 
						indicating her awareness of cultural expectations regarding women's 
						intellectual ability. Scholar Jill Conway asserts that "European 
						women intellectuals were either declasse, or else they lived a 
						contemplative life in a religious community." Unca Eliza's isolation 
						on the  island literalizes the social exile faced by intellectual 
						women at the time. See Conway, "Perspectives on the History of Women's 
						Education in the United States."
						<hi rend="italic">History of Education Quarterly</hi> 14.1 (1974): 1–12.
						<ref target="https://www.jstor.org/stable/367602">
						DOI: 10.2307/367602</ref>.</note> I should gain the laurel from an 
						<ref target="aristotle_" corresp="aristotle">
						<persName type="lcnaf" key="n79004182">Aristotle</persName> or a 
						<persName type="lcnaf" key="n79075182">Pliny</persName>
                            </ref>, 
					<note xml:id="aristotle" target="aristotle_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
						This moment reflects the complex changing attitudes
						towards the capabilities of women during the Enlightenment. Unca Eliza both
						establishes her womanhood as something inferior to male intellectuals
						and simultaneously places herself above classical scholars. While women
						at the time were becoming increasingly established in intellectual fields
						they were still seen as inferior to men. In	
						<ref target="https://www.cambridge.org/core/books/women-and-enlightenment-in-       eighteenthcentury-britain/AEAC1E0C0AAC0076C3B9E5742E079918">
						<hi rend="italic">Women and Enlightenment in Eighteenth Century Britain</hi>
						</ref>(Cambridge University Press, 2009), Karen O'Brien writes that, while the
						progress of women in eighteenth-century Britain cannot be likened to feminism
						as we know it, the Enlightenment "created a framework and a language for
						understanding the gendered structures of society without which nineteenth-century
						feminism would not have been possible" (2).</note> were they to oppose me on 
						this subject.				
					</p>
				<p>But to return to the event which gave rise to this digression, 
				I should be very glad if I could inform the reader, and especially myself, by what means
			<pb n="10" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_011.png"/>
					these mice were entangled by, or fastened to, the tufts of hair, so as not be 
					enabled to disengage themselves, no not even when the creature shook himself 
					so violently, which, one would naturally think, was a circumstance in their 
					favour. However, since I am upon this subject, which at least is pleasing to 
					myself, and I think no <ref target="ignoble_" corresp="ignoble">ignoble</ref>
					<note xml:id="ignoble" target="ignoble_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
					not honourable in character or purpose</note>contemplation for an ingenuous mind, 
					I will hazard my own <ref target="conjecture-noun_" corresp="conjecture-noun">conjecture</ref>
					<note xml:id="conjecture-noun" target="conjecture-noun_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">an unfounded opinion, guess, or surmise</note> 
					upon the occasion. As we know, by the assistance of the microscope, that the hairs 
					of animals are pervious, or hollow, and that they are pervaded by some kind of liquid 
					matter, for their growth and nourishment, perhaps that with which the hairs of this 
					animal are filled and nourished may be of a more extraordinary glutinous kind, and as the
			<pb n="11" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_012.png"/>
					tufts formed by the extremities of these hairs are pretty big, a large quantity 
					of this glutinous matter being lodged there, the nibbling of the mice breaking 
					the hairs, this glutinous matter may so fasten the hairs to the inside of their 
					mouths, as to render it exceeding difficult for them to disengage themselves, 
					at least soon enough to prevent their being devoured: and I think the shaking 
					of the animal must doubly contribute to their danger; because this motion 
					prevents them from fixing their feet against his body, which would assist 
					them in disengaging their mouths from the tufts, and being thus in a hanging 
					state, their fear may make them bite the tufts the closer, upon the motion of 
					the beast, and thereby
			<pb n="12 [page breaks after 'ren-']" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_013.png"/>
					render them a still easier victim: so that nature seems to have endowed him 
					with his artifice the more effectually to secure his prey.
					</p>
			</div> 
			<div type="chapter" n="2">
			<pb n="13" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_014.png"/>
				<head type="main">CHAP. II.</head>
				<head type="desc">
					<hi rend="italic">The Indians return to the island; she continues her instructions,
					and commands them to return weekly.</hi>
				</head>
			 
				<p>
					<hi rend="dropcap">T</hi>HUS did I busy or amuse myself; and indeed I cannot
					imagine to myself any situation in which a thinking being, free from pain of
					body, and great anxiety of mind, cannot divert itself. I can always find
					something, from without or within myself, for my amusement. Often have I been
					diverted with watching the flights of a fly, or the excursions of a spider, till
					my mind has been so filled with the display of the infinite wisdom of the
			<pb n="14" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_015.png"/>Creator, in the formation of his works,
					as to elevate my mind to the most					
					<ref target="exalted_" corresp="exalted">exalted</ref>
					<note xml:id="exalted" target="exalted_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">Raised to a high level of dignity or honor.
					</note>adoration. Nor does darkness deprive
					me of my mental amusements: in this state I can reflect on those things that I
					have seen, heard, or read of. The recollection of these sets my busy imagination
					at work, and I am pleased, nay, I am happy; and darkness has no horrors for me.				
					</p>
				<p>How miserable must those be who complain for want of amusement! How wretched such
					a state! What! want matter for thought? Can a thinking being, such as man is,
					say thus? Look round, is not all nature about thee teeming with subjects well
					adapted for thy contemplation, happily prepared for thy entertainment? But
					whither will my					
			<pb n="15" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_016.png"/>
					thoughts carry me? my province is not that of a philosopher, but historian. 
					And if my reader has travelled thus far with me, I doubt not but he is impatient 
					to hear again of my late visitors, perhaps more so than I was. 
					Nor do I wonder that events so extraordinary should attract his attention; 
					and if ever they should be published in any country, I doubt not but they 
					will soon be naturalized throughout <placeName type="tgn" key="1000003">
					Europe</placeName>, and in different languages, and in succeeding ages, 
					be the delight of the ingenious and inquisitive; and that some future bold 
					adventurer's imagination, lighted up by my torch, will form a 
					<ref target="desolate_" corresp="desolate">
					fictitious story of one of his own sex, the solitary inhabitant of a 
					desolate island</ref>
                            <note xml:id="desolate" target="desolate_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
                                <graphic url="notes/crusoe.jpg" alt="Engraving of Robinson Crusoe holding two muskets and a sword" source="https://imagesonline.bl.uk/asset/176967/" desc="Frontispiece illustration and title page for the 1719 publication       of The Life and Strange Surprizing Adventures of Robinson Crusoe, Of York.       Public domain image, British Library."/>
						This allusion to <hi rend="italic">Robinson Crusoe</hi>(1719) establishes 
						Daniel Defoe's castaway novel as inspiration for <hi rend="italic">
						The Female American</hi>. Though these tales are similar in content and fabrication, 
						<hi rend="italic">The Female American</hi> ironically attempts to discredit its 
						precursor due to its fictitious storyline. To learn more about the parallels 
						between these two works, see Tremaine McDowell, "<ref target="http://www.jstor.org/stable/2920142">An American Robinson Crusoe</ref>" 
						<hi rend="italic">American Literature</hi> 1.3 (1929): 307-09.</note>.
						<ref target="footnote1_" corresp="footnote1">*</ref>
						<note xml:id="footnote1" target="footnote1_" type="authorial">
						[Note in original] Our authoress here seems to please herself, 
						with the thoughts of the immortality of her history, and to prophesy 
						of that of Robinson Crusoe, which only is inferior to her own, as fiction 
						is to truth.
						</note><!-- The footnote breaks between pages 15 and 16 in the source text.-->
					</p>
			<pb n="16" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_017.png"/>
				<p>Such imaginary scenes, like those of a play, may have a temporary effect, but not
            		permanent, like the real ones of mine.				
					</p>
				<p>At length the appointed morning came, against whose advent I took care to be
					ready placed within the statue. Having waited a short time, I saw only the seven
					priests advancing towards me. I wondered not to see them followed by any of
					their people, and thought it very odd. When they were come up pretty near, they
					<ref target="stopt_" corresp="stopt">stopt</ref>
					<note xml:id="stopt" target="stopt_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">stopped</note>, and having made their accustomed					
					<ref target="obeisances_" corresp="obeisances">obeisances</ref>, stood silent, I
					<note xml:id="obeisances" target="obeisances_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">gestures of respect, such as bows</note>
			<pb n="17" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_018.png"/>
					supposed waiting till I spoke. After I 	had reflected a little on this 
					occasion, I begun. "Why had none of the people attended you?"				
						</p>
					<p>
                            <ref target="high-priest_" corresp="high-priest">High-Priest.</ref>
					"It is our business to instruct the people, and if you will please
					to teach us, we will inform them accordingly."				
					</p>
				<note xml:id="high-priest" target="high-priest_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
					Unca portrays herself as a woman with strong Anglican beliefs, 
					yet momentarily forfeits her belief system on the island when she finds the idol. 
					She begins manipulating the people around her through the influence of the idol, 
					and internalizes the mindset of its power. She utilizes lies, treasures, costumes 
					and deceit to reinforce her position as a god-like figure. Scarlet Bowen 
					explores this idea of manipulation, describing Unca Eliza's "theatrical efforts 
					to persuade the Indians" and comparing her to "an expert stage director." Bowen,					
					<ref target="https://www.jstor.org/stable/26564979">"Via Media: Transatlantic 
					Anglicanism in <hi rend="italic">The Female American</hi>."</ref>
					<hi rend="italic">The Eighteenth Century</hi>, 53.2 (2012): 189-207.</note>
				<p>Answer. "Why?"
					</p>
				<p>High-priest. "Because we live by teaching them, and if you only should teach them,
					they will not give us those good things which they now do."				
					</p>
				<p>Answer. "But I will not teach you only; I will teach them also. Nor
			<pb n="18" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_019.png"/>
					need you fear losing your subsistence. I will take care it shall be continued. 
					Hear me then, and if you fear me, observe my command. Let one of you go 
					and fetch some of the people; and let the rest of the priests wait here 
					till the others return."				
					</p>
				<p>The <ref target="peremptory_" corresp="peremptory">peremptory</ref> 
					manner in which I uttered these words, seemed to affect them much.
					<note xml:id="peremptory" target="peremptory_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">insisting on immediate attention or 
					obedience, leaving no room for refusal</note>
					manner in which I uttered these words, seemed to affect them much.
					They made their usual obeisances; and then the high priest answered, "that they
					were very ready to comply with my commands; but that it would rather take up too
					much time, to go back to their countrymen, and return again the same day, to
					make any convenient stay 
			<pb n="19 [page breaks after 'after-']" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_020.png"/>
					afterwards, to hear my instructions; but that if I pleased they would return
					home, and attend me, with some of the people, in the morning."				
					</p>
				<p>To this I agreed, and accordingly they immediately withdrew, having taken a
					respectful leave.				
					</p>
				<p>As soon as they were gone, I descended into my subterraneous apartments, took
					some refreshments, and spent the remainder of the day in providing some
					necessaries, and rambling about the island. The next morning, I took care early
					to place myself in the statue. Nor had I waited very long, before I perceived
					the priests coming forward, with a considerable number of the people with them.
					The					
			<pb n="20" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_021.png"/>
					usual ceremonies past, I began to discourse upon the nature and attributes of 
					the Deity, from what are usually called the	
					<ref target="natural-religion" corresp="natural-religion">principles of 
					natural religion</ref>
					<note xml:id="natural-religion" target="natural-religion" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
						<graphic url="notes/wilkins.jpg" alt="black-and-white painting of a man with long grey hair" source="https://www.rijksmuseum.nl/en/collection/object/Portret-van-John-Wilkins-bisschop-van-Chester--a637a58451ef97fbb0f52acbed485256" desc="Abraham Bloteling, 'Portret van John Wilkins, bisschop van Chester' ('Portrait of the very        Reverend John Wilkins, late Bishop of Chester'). Original from the Rijks Museum, reproduced under a       Creative Commons 1.0 license."/>
						Unca Eliza likely refers to the work of Anglican clergyman John Wilkins (1614-1672), 
						pictured at right. In <hi rend="italic">Of The Principles And Duties Of Natural Religion</hi> (1734), 
						<ref target="https://archive.org/details/ofprinciplesduti00wilk/page/n7/mode/2up">available via the Internet Archive</ref>, 
						Wilkins proposed that the matter and form of living things provide evidence of God's divine authority, an idea Unca Eliza 
						explores here.</note>
					; though I believe, strictly speaking, all religion 
					to be revealed. I stopt at every convenient pause, two or three minutes, that I might 
					not weary their attention, and give them opportunity to reflect, as it were step by step, 
					upon what I said.				
					</p>
				<p>As I was well acquainted with the manners of the Indians, I adapted my discourse
					to their own way of reasoning, and avoided all such terms, and modes of speech,
					as are intelligible only to Europeans. When I had discoursed near three hours in
					this manner, I desisted, desiring them to take some 
			<pb n="21 [page breaks after 're-']" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_022.png"/>
					refreshment, with which I saw they had provided themselves, and that afterwards
					I would call to them; and then the priests, or any of the people, might ask what
					questions they should please concerning what I had delivered. I ordered them to
					retire to some distance from where they were. This I did, that I might not be
					heard, as I intended to withdraw for a little time out of the statue, to take
					some refreshment myself.				
					</p>
				<p>As soon as I had taken my place as before, I called to my audience, who
					respectfully returned to their former station. I repeated the leave I had given
					to them, to ask any questions relative to my discourse. All the priests, in
					their turns, asked me
			<pb n="22 [page breaks after 'se-']" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_023.png"/>
					several pertinent and sensible questions; to which I replied as well as I was able 
					and I believe to their satisfaction. But observing that the laity still kept silence,
					I endeavoured to encourage them to propose their questions also, and was
					answered, by some, "We know nothing; our priests know all; teach our priests, and
					they will teach us." From this I concluded, that the priests had dealt in private
					with them, and had forbid their asking any questions, that they might preserve
					their superiority among them.				
					</p>
				<p>I therefore addressed myself to them with some sharpness, reminding them of what
					I had told them before, "that I would not teach them only;
			<pb n="23" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_024.png"/>
					but that I would teach the people also."
					</p>
				<p>Upon this the priests submissively bowed, and declared their readiness to obey my
					commands. I then proceeded, as well as I could, further to explain what I had
					delivered in the fore part of the day; and concluded with telling them, I should
					be ready to continue my instructions to them, for that I had much more to say,
					once a week, provided the priests would attend that day week, and so on, with as
					many of the people as should choose to come; but as the high-priest was very
					aged and infirm, he might come, or not, as he pleased. To this the
			<pb n="24" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_025.png"/>
					high-priest said he would conform. I then told them they might return home as
					soon as they pleased; and it was not long before they all quitted the island.				
					</p>
			</div>
			<div type="chapter" n="3">
			<pb n="25" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_026.png"/>
				<head type="main">CHAP. III.</head>
				<head type="desc">
					<hi rend="italic">Perplexed in what manner to act, she ascends the idol,
						addresses the Indians, and informs them, that a person shall come to
						instruct them in the knowledge of the true	
						<persName type="lcnaf" key="sh85055517">God</persName>.</hi>
				</head>
				<p>
					<hi rend="dropcap">I</hi> Now once more found myself left to my little
					occupations, and to my own thoughts. I soon, and easily, fulfilled the demands
					of the former; but not so those of the latter. I had engaged in an affair that
					required the utmost attention, and not the smallest abilities. This latter
					reflection startled me. When an	
					<ref target="arduous_" corresp="arduous">arduous</ref>
					<note xml:id="arduous" target="arduous_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">hard to accomplish or achieve</note> 
					attempt? thought I, and was <ref target="abashed_" corresp="abashed">abashed;</ref>
					<note xml:id="abashed" target="abashed_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">uneasy, confused, embarrassed</note>
					would I had never engaged! but how can I 
			<pb n="26" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_027.png"/>
					<ref target="desist_" corresp="desist">desist</ref>? 
					<note xml:id="desist" target="desist_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">stop, delay, cease</note>
					This was as difficult to answer, as how to go on. As I knew something of
					the manner of the Indians, I did not doubt of their docibility; but I was very
					suspicious of the priests. I foresaw they would never easily suffer themselves
					to become useless to the people, and nothing less could be the consequence of my
					instructing them. And supposing this to be got over, how was I to proceed to
					continue teaching them from the statue, if I hoped to make any tolerable
					progress, as it would render their attendance more frequent than might be
					convenient to them? and in the wet season they could not come at all; and
					further, how could I, with any possible degree of comfort, continue to live
					under ground even in the summer? and in the winter I
			<pb n="27" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_028.png"/>
					should be entirely confined under ground.
					This last thought affected me so much, that I saw the absolute necessity of
					going to live among the	Indians, whatever my success in teaching, or reception,
					might prove. I determined to trust in providence for a discharge of the first;
					and no less to rely on its protection, as to my personal security. Though I had
					thus determined the part I was to take, there yet remained a great difficulty,
					how to introduce myself among them. They might at present conceive of me as 
					more than mortal, reverence me, and pay an implicit faith to all my teachings;but
					how would their opinion of my change, when they should discover me to be a mere
					mortal, a destitute stranger, even needing their support! What 
			<pb n="28 [page breaks after 'creden-']" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_029.png"/> 
					credentials had I to support the novel doctrines that I was to introduce?
					How was I to combat old opinions, handed down from father to son, received with
					reverence, and, no doubt, maintained with 
					<ref target="obstinancy_" corresp="obstinancy">obstinancy</ref>? 
					<note xml:id="obstinancy" target="obstinancy_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">stubbornness, inflexibility</note>
					What advantage would not
					all these difficulties give the priests over me, among an ignorant and 
					<ref target="deluded_" corresp="deluded">deluded</ref>
					<note xml:id="deluded" target="deluded_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">deceived, beguiled, led away from truth</note>
					people? and what might not exasperated bigotry prompt them to? nay, I knew not,
					but they might even think it necessary and right to destroy one who should dare
					to deny the	
					<ref target="deity_" corresp="deity">deity</ref>
					<note xml:id="deity" target="deity_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">divine being, god</note>of the sun, 
					and expose the absurdity of their religion.
					</p>
				<p>These were discouraging reflections, and the more I considered them, the more I
					was intimidated; and I heartily repented that I had ever spoken to them,
			<pb n="29" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_030.png"/> and again was 
					<ref target="irresolute_" corresp="irresolute">irresolute</ref>
					<note xml:id="irresolute" target="irresolute_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">unresolved, undecided</note> as to going
					among them. Thus was I distracted whether I determined to stay, or go; to stay
					<ref target="attended_" corresp="attended">was attended with certain evils</ref>; 
					<note xml:id="attended" target="attended_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">would bring certain misfortune</note>
					to go, too probably, with very great ones. Miserable 
					<ref target="wretch_" corresp="wretch">wretch</ref>! 
					<note xml:id="wretch" target="wretch_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">person driven from their native country, 
					exile.</note>cried I, what shall I do? tears succeeded; and I could 
					think no more, with any coherence. As soon as I was a little composed, I 
					<ref target="recourse_" corresp="recourse">had recourse to</ref>
					<note xml:id="recourse" target="recourse_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">turned to</note> my usual consolation, prayer; 
					and now my mind was calm, I could view the difficulties before me without 
					terror, and distinguish between positive and real dangers.				
					</p>
				<p>I concluded to trust providence, in adopting that course, which, upon the most
					mature consideration, should appear to have the fewest difficulties, and the
					most advantages on its side. It	
			<pb n="30" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_031.png"/>
					was to go
					among the Indians; the manner thus; not to acquaint them in the least with my
					condition, that they might not conceive any prejudices against me on that
					account, and that by keeping them ignorant who I was, or how I came to them, I
					might preserve a superiority over them, sufficient to keep them in awe, and to
					excite their obedience: yet I determined to speak no untruth. Accordingly, when
					the day of their return arrived, and the priests, and a great many of the people
					were present before the statue, I thus addressed them:				
					</p>
				<p>
					<ref target="oracle_" corresp="oracle">Oracle</ref>. 
					<note xml:id="oracle" target="oracle_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">instrument or medium through which 
					the gods were supposed to speak or prophesy</note>"Be attentive, 
					and hear! You are a people ignorant of the knowledge of the true 
					and only <persName type="lcnaf" key="sh85055517">God</persName>, 
					who made heaven and earth,
			<pb n="31" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_032.png"/> 
					and every thing	<ref target="therein_" corresp="therein">therein</ref>; 
					<note xml:id="therein" target="therein_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
					in that place</note>you are also ignorant of that worship, which 
					<persName type="lcnaf" key="sh85055517">God</persName>
					expects from his creatures; and of that happiness, which he will 
					<ref target="bestow_" corresp="bestow">bestow</ref>
					<note xml:id="bestow" target="bestow_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">give as a gift, or present</note> 
					upon all those who worship him according to his holy	
					<ref target="will_" corresp="will">will</ref>.
					<note xml:id="will" target="will_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">intention</note>
					</p>
				<p>"This his holy will he hath revealed to many thousands of men and women like you,
					who live in other parts of the earth, and now you also may know his holy will
					and be happy.		
					</p>
				<p>"<persName type="lcnaf" key="sh85055517">God</persName> 
				hath been pleased to send into the world, from time to time, holy men, and
					sometimes women, to instruct mankind in the knowledge of him; and at last his
					son, to instruct them more fully.
					</p>
			<pb n="32" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_033.png"/>
				<p>"But forasmuch as mankind had by their great wickedness offended 
				<persName type="lcnaf" key="sh85055517">God</persName>, of whom you
					are a part, he would have punished them with a very	
					<ref target="grievous_" corresp="grievous">grievous</ref>
					<note xml:id="grievous" target="grievous_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">severe</note> punishment; but his
					son, who loved them, came down upon earth and was made a man, and offered himself
					up a sacrifice to his father, that mankind might be forgiven, reconciled unto
					his father, and be made good people, by believing and doing as he taught them.				
					</p>
				<p>"He was, whilst upon earth, attended by certain persons, called his disciples, who
					wrote the history of his life. This history, with the writings of the holy men,
					who lived before his coming into the world, and the writings of his disciples,
			<pb n="33" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_034.png"/> 
					designed to teach all men, you shall have
					for your instruction.				
					</p>
				<p>"With respect to teaching you the holy religion of the son of 
				<persName type="lcnaf" key="sh85055517">God</persName> from this place,
					it will be too inconvenient to you to come here as often as necessary; and
					during the rainy seasons, every year, it will be impossible for you to come at
					all.			
					</p>
				<p>"Therefore, that you may not want that instruction, which is necessary to your
					happiness here, and after you are dead, you shall be taught in this manner.				
					</p>
				<p>"A person shall come to you, like yourselves, and that you may be the less fearful
					or suspicious, that					
			<pb n="34" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_035.png"/>
					person shall be a woman, who shall live among you as you do.			
					</p>
				<p>"She shall bring with her the holy writings I have been speaking of, and shall
					teach all of you, especially your priests, who shall instruct you after her
					departure, the knowledge of the true 
					<persName type="lcnaf" key="sh85055517">God</persName>, and 
					the way to be happy for ever.
					</p>
				<p>"You must be sure to show the greatest respect to her, do every thing that she
					shall command you, never ask who she is, from 
					<ref target="whence_" corresp="whence">whence</ref>
					<note xml:id="whence" target="whence_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">where</note> she comes, or when, or
					whether she will leave you. Never 
					<ref target="hinder_" corresp="hinder">hinder</ref>
					<note xml:id="hinder" target="hinder_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">prevent</note> 
					her from coming to this island when she
					pleases, nor follow her	<ref target="hither_" corresp="hither">hither</ref>
					<note xml:id="hither" target="hither_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">here</note> without her leave. You must
			<pb n="35" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_036.png"/>
					all believe, and do as she shall instruct you, and never presume to come to 
					this island without her leave, or do any thing that she forbids.			
					</p>
				<p>"But I do not want to force her among you: if you do not choose she should come,
					speak, and she shall not come; and I will be 
					<ref target="dumb_" corresp="dumb">dumb</ref>
					<note xml:id="dumb" target="dumb_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">intentionally silent</note> for ever."
					</p>
				<p>Answer. "Let her come! let her come! let her come! and we will love and obey her."
					</p>
				<p>This was the cry of all, with a noise in my ears like that of thunder; whilst
					they showed every outward sign of joy. As soon as all were again silent, I once
					more addressed them.				
					</p>
			<pb n="36" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_037.png"/>
				<p>Oracle. "Hear me then, let as many of you as please come here three days hence,
					two hours after the sun is risen, and you will see her sitting upon these steps,
					<ref target="drest_" corresp="drest">drest</ref>
					<note xml:id="drest" target="drest_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">dressed</note>like the high-priest of the sun. 
					Receive her with great respect, and
					<ref target="conduct_" corresp="conduct">conduct</ref>
					<note xml:id="conduct" target="conduct_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">escort, guide</note>her to your 
					country, and remember all I have said."
					</p>
				<p>I now was silent, when the whole multitude shouted,
					</p>
				<p>Answer. "We will meet her! we will meet her!"
					</p>
				<p>This important business of the day being thus concluded, they all returned home,
					and left me not a little pleased at the happy 
					<ref target="expedient_" corresp="expedient">expedient</ref>
					<note xml:id="expedient" target="expedient_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">plan to attain a certain end</note>I had devised
			<pb n="37" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_038.png"/>
					to <ref target="procure-obtain_" corresp="procure-obtain">procure</ref>
					<note xml:id="procure-obtain" target="procure-obtain_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">obtain, acquire</note>myself a favourable 
					<ref target="retreat_" corresp="retreat">retreat</ref>
					<note xml:id="retreat" target="retreat_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
					<graphic url="notes/retreat.jpg" alt="A man hanging grapes outside a hut in a tropical        island landscape" source="https://collections.britishart.yale.edu/catalog/tms:46335" desc="A print from Carington Bowles, 'Twelve Illustrations of Robinson Crusoe,' 1783.        Public domain image, Yale Center for British Art."/>
						Unca Eliza's use of the term 'retreat' 
						here may be a nod to Robinson Crusoe, who describes a section of the island 
						as his 'Summer Retreat.' This eighteenth-century illustration of Crusoe's 
						retreat is captioned with a quote from Defoe's novel: 'In this place also 
						I had my grapes growing, which I principally depended on for my Winter Store 
						of Raisins, and which I never fear to preserve very carefully.' Like Crusoe, 
						Unca Eliza finds unexpected abundance in her new home, fueling her faith 
						that God has a plan for her and will provide for her needs.</note> among 
						the Indians, and a high probability of success in my future teachings.
					</p>
				<p>It now only remained to prepare for my departure. The day before the return of
					the Indians I collected together all my clothes, and the few books that I had;
					but had no chest to put them in, having broken that when I tumbled it down from
					the rock. I considered how to supply this want, and at last concluded to tie
					them up as well as I could with twigs, having no cords. Having first chosen such
					things as I intended to make my appearance in, I wrapt my bundle up in one of 
					the priest's					
			<pb n="38" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_039.png"/>
					golden <ref target="vestments_" corresp="vestments">vestments</ref>, 
					<note xml:id="vestments" target="vestments_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">priestly robes; ceremonial garments</note>
					and put in two others. The last evening I spent in particular 
					prayers upon the <ref target="ensuing_" corresp="ensuing">ensuing</ref>
					<note xml:id="ensuing" target="ensuing_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">approaching</note> occasion.				
					</p>
			</div>
			<div type="chapter" n="4">
			<pb n="39" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_040.png"/>
				<head type="main">CHAP. IV.</head>
				<head type="desc">
					<hi rend="italic">Apparels herself in the richest manner, and waits the approach
						of the Indians; acquaints them she was sent by the oracle; presents them
						with rings, and partakes of a repast.</hi>
				</head>
				<p>
                            <hi rend="dropcap">W</hi>HEN the expected morning came, I awoke by day-break,
					<ref target="drest_" corresp="drest">drest</ref>
					<note xml:id="drest" target="drest_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">dressed</note>
					myself in white, and, over all, put on the high-priest's 
					vestments that I had found upon my first searching of the subterraneous apartments. 
					These were a kind of <ref target="cassock_" corresp="cassock">cassock</ref>, 
					<note xml:id="cassock" target="cassock_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">ankle-length gown or cloak</note>
					or vest, formed of gold wire, or rather of small narrow plated
					gold, curiously folded, or twisted together, like net-work, which buttoned close
					with diamonds. Over	
			<pb n="40" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_041.png"/>
					this I put on, formed
					of the same materials, and in the same manner, a gown, sprinkled all over with
					precious stones, and here and there a large diamond. On my head I placed a crown
					of most exquisite make, richly beset with precious stones of various sizes and
					colours; one on the top particularly large, which emitted from all parts of it a
					light greater than that of either of my lamps. In my right hand I held a golden
					staff, or rod, with a small image of the sun on the top of it. On one of my
					fingers I wore the ring, and on each arm a rich bracelet, all which I found at
					the same time I discovered all these other things.				
					</p>
				<p>I had made myself a kind of wicker basket, which I filled with a great
			<pb n="41" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_042.png"/>
					number of gold rings, all from the same 
					<ref target="repository_" corresp="repository">repository</ref>
					<note xml:id="repository" target="repository_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">a place where things are stored for safekeeping</note> . When I first discovered all these treasures, 
					I then little thought they would ever prove of any real use to me. 
					Nor did I now thus adorn myself from pride; but I thought the 
					extraordinary appearance that they would give me, might 
					<ref target="procure_" corresp="procure">procure</ref>
					<note xml:id="procure" target="procure_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">cause or bring about</note> 
					me a more favourable reception. The rings I designed for presents.
					I should have mentioned that, besides the fine ring that I put on, when first I
					found the rings, I put one upon each of my fingers.				
					</p>
				<p>When I left my subterraneous dwelling, I not only bolted the door, but covered it
					over with earth. Being come to the statue I sat down on the highest step, in all
					my finery, the crown 
			<pb n="42" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_043.png"/>
					on my head, my staff in my right hand, and on my left stood my twig-basket; 
					at some distance lay my bundle, which, being wrapt up in one of the gold 
					vestments, glittered as the sun shone very bright.				
					</p>
				<p>Thus I sat, with my bow and arrows hung over my shoulders, waiting for the
					important interview, my mind not a little agitated between hope and fear.
					However, I very solemnly recommended myself and my 
					<ref target="undertaking_" corresp="undertaking">undertaking</ref>
					<note xml:id="undertaking" target="undertaking_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">project</note> to God; and then
					endeavoured to fortify my mind, so that on the approach of the Indians
					I might not discover the least symptom of fear; for I knew on this much
					depended.				
					</p>
			<pb n="43" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_044.png"/>
				<p>I had sat near an hour before they approached; but at last saw them advance in
					the same order as at their first coming. At the first sight of them my heart
					leapt, and every limb trembled, and for a moment I wished myself within my
					subterraneous habitation. But as they advanced slowly, I had time enough to
					recover myself, and, before they came near enough to distinguish my	
					<ref target="countenance1_" corresp="countenance1">countenance</ref>,
					<note xml:id="countenance1" target="countenance1_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">facial features or expression
					</note> I believe it was sufficiently steady.				
					</p>
				<p>As they came near, led by the high-priest and the others, they bowed almost to the
					ground at every step; I still kept my seat looking firmly at them. When they
					were come near enough to hold a conversation, they halted, and the priests and
					all the company, who were about					
			<pb n="44" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_045.png"/>
					two hundred, without any children,					
					<ref target="prostrated_" corresp="prostrated">prostrated</ref>
					<note xml:id="prostrated" target="prostrated_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">threw</note> themselves to the ground; I then
					arose, and extending my golden rod towards them said, "Arise."				
					</p>
				<p>They did so; when, observing that they held a profound silence, I thus addressed
					them, with as much <ref target="affability_" corresp="affability">affability</ref>
					<note xml:id="affability" target="affability_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">friendliness</note> 
					as I could; yet with an air of superiority.
					</p>
				<p>"I suppose you are come to invite me to reside in your country?"
				</p>
				<p>To this the high-priest answered, "Yes;" which was presently ecchoed throughout the
					whole multitude.				
					</p>
			<pb n="45" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_046.png"/>
				<p>I then desired the high-priest to sit down at my right hand, which he did, not
					without some mannerly reluctance; I then placed the other priests on the steps a
					little lower on the right and left hand.				
					</p>
				<p>sitting with the priests in this manner, I again addressed them:
					</p>
				<p>"I suppose most of you were here three days ago, and heard, or know, 
					what was then delivered from above," pointing up to the statue. 
					"In consequence of what was then promised you, and to
					which you who were then present agreed, I am come to live among you, at least
					for some time, and to instruct you; observe what was then enjoined you.				
					</p>
			<pb n="46" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_047.png"/>
				<p>"You must obey my commands, observe my instructions, never ask who I am, from
					whence I come, or whether, or when, I will leave you.			
					</p>
				<p>"Though if at any time you should desire me to quit your country, you may tell me
					so, and I will leave you. And further, you are never to oppose my coming here,
					as I shall do from time to time, nor any of you presume to follow me 
					<ref target="hither_" corresp="hither">hither</ref>
					<note xml:id="hither" target="hither_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">here</note>.
					</p>
				<p>"If you will faithfully observe these things, I will come and live with you,
					acquaint you with the holy books of God, instruct you in the knowledge of God,
					and in the ways of his religion; which will make you happy for ever."				
					</p>
			<pb n="47" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_048.png"/>
				<p>Here I paused; when the high-priest arose up with great 
				<ref target="reverence_" corresp="reverence">reverence</ref>,
					<note xml:id="reverence" target="reverence_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">respect</note> and having
					bowed three times, almost to the ground, said, "Holy woman, we heard, with great
					attention what the oracle said, and when we returned into our country we called,
					the next day, all our countrymen together, and told them every thing that the
					oracle had delivered. Our countrymen rejoiced to hear the good news, and all
					desire you will come and live among them; they will love you, obey all your
					commands, and will make you their queen, for our king is lately dead, and as he
					had no children, we have not as yet chosen a new king. Will you therefore go
					home with us, and be our queen?"				
					</p>
			<pb n="48" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_049.png"/>
				<p>Answer. "I thank you for your kind offer; but I will not be your queen, therefore
					you may choose whom you please. But, as you desire it, I will come and live
					among you, and will be only your instructor."				
					</p>
				<p>I had scarcely finished my answer, before the whole company made the greatest
					acclamations of joy, crying out,				
					</p>
				<p>"Come! Come! Come! and make us happy."
					</p>
				<p>I arose up, and, after their manner, made three respectful bows to them; which
					were returned with new acclamations of joy.				
					</p>
			<pb n="49" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_050.png"/>
				<p>As soon as all were silent again, I sat down, and taking out of my twig- basket
					two of the best rings, I presented them to the high-priest, and to each of the
					priests two others, near in goodness to those of the high-priest's; when,
					finding that I had a sufficient number of rings, I desired the people to come to
					me one by one, and I presented each with a ring, which they all received with
					great expressions of joy.				
					</p>
				<p>I soon found that they yet were confounded in their ideas about me, and conceived
					of me, as one more than mortal; for the high-priest, with great reverence, asked
					me if I ever ate and drank?				
					</p>
			<pb n="50" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_051.png"/>
				<p>I chearfully replied "Yes; and if you have brought any 
				<ref target="provisions_" corresp="provisions">provisions</ref>,
					<note xml:id="provisions" target="provisions_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">food and drink</note> I will eat and 
					drink with you." At this he seemed both pleased and surprised. He then called to
					some of the people, who came forwards, bringing a kind of wicker baskets. 
					The contents of them were dried fish, goats flesh, and other animal food, various
					kinds of fruit, dried corn, and a liquor like wine.				
					</p>
				<p>Before I began to eat, I stood up and said grace, at which they seemed much
					surprised. Then the priests and I took a comfortable 
					<ref target="repast_" corresp="repast">repast</ref>
					<note xml:id="repast" target="repast_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">meal</note> together; whilst the 
					people sat down, and did the same, we all observing a profound silence during
					the whole time. When we had finished, I again surprised them with 
			<pb n="51 [page breaks after 're-']" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_052.png"/>
					returning thanks, according to the manner of christians.				
					</p>
				<p>The high-priest, hearing me conclude with the name of 
				<persName type="lcnaf" key="n79084784">Jesus Christ</persName>, 
				asked me very submissively who he was? I answered the son of God, 
				of whom he had 	heard three days ago, that he had offered himself 
				up a sacrifice to his father, for mankind; therefore we ought to 
				praise God in his name, and in his name to ask for whatever it is 
				lawful for us to desire: but of this, added I, I shall speak to you
				more fully hereafter.
				</p>
			</div>
			<div type="chapter" n="5">
			<pb n="52" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_053.png"/>
				<head type="main">CHAP. V.</head>
				<head type="desc">
					<hi rend="italic">She embarks with the Indians for their country;
						<ref target="expounds_" corresp="expounds">expounds</ref>
						<note xml:id="expounds" target="expounds_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">interprets, comments on,  
						explains</note> the scriptures to them, and 
						translates the Bible and Common Prayer into the
						Indian language. Visits her island.</hi>
				</head>
				<p>
					<hi rend="dropcap">W</hi>HILST these things past, I considered, that as I was
					entering upon an affair of the utmost importance, it would by highly necessary
					to commence with prayer. I was indeed sensible that it would be, in a great
					measure, very unintelligible to the Indians, yet I could not be satisfied with
					the omission, and thought I might pray in such a manner as that they, at least,
					would understand that I was		
			<pb n="53" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_054.png"/>
					desiring <persName type="lcnaf" key="sh85055517">God</persName>
					 to do them good. I therefore stood up, and told them, 
					 I would pray to <persName type="lcnaf" key="sh85055517">God</persName> to be
					good to them, and that they were all to kneel down, as I did. But that they
					might not think I prayed to the statue, I got up to the top of the steps, and
					there kneeled down, with my back to the statue, and my face towards the people;
					and endeavoured to level my language, as well as I could, to their
					understandings; whilst the whole
					<ref target="multitude_" corresp="multitude">multitude</ref>
					<note xml:id="multitude" target="multitude_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">large group of people</note>
					 showed great attention.				
					 </p>
				<p>As I could sing very well, having learnt whilst I was in
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, and had composed
					several hymns in the Indian language, as soon as I had done praying, I stood up
					and sung. It is not to be expressed how the whole multitude
			<pb n="54" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_055.png"/>were affected, showing every decent
					expression of joy. I now told them I was ready to attend them to their own
					country. On this they set up a shout of gladness. I desired that some body would
					carry my bundle. I then set out in company with all the priests, followed by the
					multitude to the sea-side, were I saw a great number of canoes. I entered into
					one of them, and immediately the whole company entered into theirs. During our
					little voyage, I could not help reflecting upon the bold undertaking in which I
					had engaged; nor was I without my fears. But in my heart recommending myself to
					<ref target="providence_" corresp="providence">providence</ref>, 
					<note xml:id="providence" target="providence_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">direction, guidance, or provision from God</note>
					I reassumed my courage, and fortified my mind.</p>
			<pb n="55" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_056.png"/>
				<p>When we approached the destined shore, it was covered with the natives, who, when
					I landed, respectively
					<ref target="prostrated_" corresp="prostrated">prostrated</ref>
					<note xml:id="prostrated" target="prostrated_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">threw oneself on the ground to show devotion</note> 
					themselves to the earth. I, in return, bowed my body to them. I observed 
					that they viewed my <ref target="addr ess_" corresp="address">address</ref>
					<note xml:id="address" target="address_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">speech given in front of people</note> with particular
					attention; whilst the priests conducted me to a little town full of small huts
					or cottages, into one of the best of which I was desired to enter. This, by the
					preparations that had been made, I supposed was designed for my residence. Here
					I found half a dozen Indian maids appointed to attend me, who, on my entrance,
					kneeled before me, till I ordered them to arise. These presented me with dried
					fish and flesh, fruits and flowers, and different liquors, as appeared from the
					look of them; for I took nothing					
			<pb n="56" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_057.png"/>but some
					fruit, of a kind, different from any I had seen upon my own island; for I was
					still on an island, though much larger. After I had been here some time, with
					the priests, I expressed my desire to be left alone, and that I should be glad
					to see the priests the next morning.				
					</p>
				<p>How greatly was my situation changed! From a solitary being, obliged to seek my
					food from day to day, I was attended by a whole nation,	
					<ref target="serve_" corresp="serve">all ready to serve me</ref>;
					<note xml:id="serve" target="serve_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
					Unca Eliza's narration emphasizes the privilege her colonial hybridity allows 
					her on the island. Julia Kark Callander suggests that Unca Eliza becomes a 
					"native royal... at once representative of a community and set apart from it 
					(i.e., better than its other members)." Unca Eliza's cultural, ethnic, and national 
					hybridity mesh into a colonial hybridity that is both novel and contradictive, a 
					paradox that Callander notes is "quite American." "'Attended by a Whole
					Nation': The Americas in <hi rend="italic">The Female American</hi>."
					<hi rend="italic">1650-1850: Ideas, Aesthetics, and Inquiries in the Early Modern 
					Era</hi> 18 (2011): 129-149.</note> and no care upon me but how to 
					<ref target="discharge_" corresp="discharge">discharge</ref>
					<note xml:id="discharge" target="discharge_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">carry out a task</note> the important business 
					of an <ref target="apostle_" corresp="apostle">apostle</ref>
					<note xml:id="apostle" target="apostle_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
					person who introduces Christianity in a region</note>, 
					<ref target="taken-upon-me_" corresp="taken-upon-me">
					which I had now taken upon me</ref>.
					<note xml:id="taken-upon-me" target="taken-upon-me_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
					In calling herself an apostle, or a disciple of Christ, 
					Unca Eliza demonstrates a key difference between 
					<hi rend="italic">The Female American</hi> (1767) and Daniel Defoe's 
					<hi rend="italic">Robinson Crusoe</hi>(1719). While Crusoe 
					finds his religion after he is stranded on the island, Unca Eliza has 
					always been well versed in Christianity and has "unwavering confidence 
					in religious knowledge," according to Jonahs Kneitly. See
					"<hi rend="italic">The Female American</hi>and Its Liminal Spaces."
					<hi rend="italic">Studies in Religion and the Enlightenment</hi>3.1 2023) 
					28-40, <ref target="https://www.srejournal.org/2023/11/08/the-female-american      -and-its-liminal-spaces/">DOI:10.32655/srej.2023.3.1.3 2023</ref>
					</note>
					To this purpose, besides my daily instructing the priests in the knowledge of 
					Christianity, I once a week taught the people in public; who					
			<pb n="57" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_058.png"/>
					I found very ready, and tolerably capable, to receive my instructions.				
					</p>
				<p>As to the priests, I had expected much difficulty with them, and no little
					opposition; but was very agreeably 
					<ref target="surprized_" corresp="surprized">surprized</ref>
					<note xml:id="surprized" target="surprized_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">surprised</note>. They were very attentive, quick 
					of <ref target="apprehension_" corresp="apprehension">apprehension</ref>,
					<note xml:id="apprehension" target="apprehension_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">learning, understanding</note> fond of 
					instruction, and very ready to give me what assistance
					they could in teaching the people. The use I made of them was this; I mean the
					young priests, for the high priest was mostly confined at home, by the
					infirmities of his great age. The use, I say, I made of the young priests was to
					teach the children, and young people, the church of England's 
					<ref target="catechism_" corresp="catechism">catechism</ref>:
					<note xml:id="catechism" target="catechism_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">a book containing the basics of 
					Christianity, meant to be taught in question-and-answer format</note> for 
					as I had found a Common Prayer Book, among the few books that were in my 
			<pb n="58" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_059.png"/>chest, 
					<ref target="translation_" corresp="translation">I translated the 
					catechism into the Indian tongue</ref>
					<note xml:id="translation" target="translation_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
					Scholars debate the significance of Unca Eliza translating Christian 
					religious texts for the Indigenous people of the island. Some emphasize her 
					role as a cross-cultural mediator, highlighting her ability to claim a level 
					of religious authority typically reserved for men at the time, and drawing 
					parallels between her character and the influential Presbyterian minister 
					Samson Occom (Mohegan). See, for example, Scarlet Bowen, "'Via Media': 
					Transatlantic Anglicanism in 'The Female American', 
					<hi rend="italic">The Eighteenth Century</hi>  53.2 (2012): 189-207,  
					<ref target="https://www.jstor.org/stable/41468177">jstor.org/stable/41468177</ref>.
					Others, like Katherine Whitcomb, point out that Unca Eliza's seemingly 
					flawless ability to understand any Indigenous language she encounters neglects 
					the linguistic diversity of Indigenous communities and "reduces the cultures 
					of different people to such a simplistic view that the reader cannot 
					differentiate one culture from the next." See "<ref target="http://pressbooks.pub/opentheoryhandbook/chapter/unca-eliza-as-hybrid-colonizer/">
					Unca Eliza as Hybrid Colonizer</ref>," in <hi rend="italic">The Student Theorist: An Open Handbook of
					Collective College Theory</hi>, Public Commons Publishing, 2018: 80.</note> 
					with a short and plain comment upon it; this I taught the priests to 
					read, who afterwards made the children get it by heart. And as I had 
					a Bible, I, at my leisure, translated that also, beginning with the plainest
					parts first, till I had finished the whole.				
					</p>
				<p>I from time to time read the Bible in public to them, and, as I was able,
					explained it. I cannot but say I found myself very happy, among these plain,
					illiterate, honest people. There was nothing that they could do to please me,
					but they did it; and often expressed their hope, of my never leav­ing them. I
					found the manner of introducing myself among them was highly serviceable to me:
					for though,	
			<pb n="59" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_060.png"/>
					in every respect, they could
					not but observe that I was like them; yet it was easy to discover, that they
					<ref target="conceived_" corresp="conceived">conceived me</ref>
					<note xml:id="conceived" target="conceived_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">perceived me as</note> 
					more than a mere mortal. However, I did not think it my duty, any
					more than my interest, to undeceive them, as this opinion secured to me that
					respect and authority which were necessary for me to preserve, in order to carry
					on the great work among them, in which I was engaged.				
					</p>
				<p>I sometimes amused myself in shooting with my bow and arrows, in which I exceeded
					any of them. But even this circumstance,
					<ref target="trifling_" corresp="trifling">trifling</ref>
					<note xml:id="trifling" target="trifling_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">unimportant</note> as it was, raised their
					opinion of me. In the summer season, I now and then went to visit my old island;
					but whenever I did so, I always ordered the Indians who
			<pb n="60" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_061.png"/>
					rowed me over, to wait with the canoe by
					the sea-side; or to return home and fetch me in the evening, whilst I roamed
					about at my own pleasure.				
					</p>
				<p>When the same time returned next year, at which season they used to visit the
					oracle, the priests asked me, in the name of the people, if they should go to
					visit the oracle. I answered by no means, for that they would never more hear
					any answers from it.				
					</p>
				<p>I passed near two years very agreeably among them; in which I not only finished
					the translation of the Bible, as well as that of the Catechism, but indeed of
					most of the					
					<ref target="prayer-book_" corresp="prayer-book">prayers in the Common Prayer-Book</ref>.
					<note xml:id="prayer-book" target="prayer-book_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
						<graphic url="notes/school.jpg" alt="A teacher at a raised desk        offers a gift to a standing student, with other students sitting on        benches reading and listening" source="https://digitalcollections.folger.edu/img1355" desc="A sixteenth-century title page and verso woodcut from        'A Catechism or Institution of Christian Religion,' Folger Shakespeare Library"/>
						<hi rend="italic">The Female American</hi>, like its contemporary 
						<hi rend="italic">Robinson Crusoe</hi> (1719), 
						reflects the historical reality of Christian efforts that imposed 
						European literacy and religious practices on Indigenous populations.
						Unca Eliza's translations of the Bible and the Common Prayer Book 
						echo these real-world initiatives, which	
						<persName type="lcnaf" key="nr98009155">Catherine A. Breckus</persName> 
						and 
						<persName type="lcnaf" key="n78090340">W. Clark Gilpin</persName> 
						argues functioned as tools of colonial control, reshaping Indigenous 
						societies to fit European frameworks. See 
						<ref target="https://uncpress.org/book/9780807872130/american-christianities/">
							<hi rend="italic">American Christianities: A History of Dominance and 
							Diversity</hi>
                                </ref> (University of North Carolina Press, 2011).
							While the novel critiques the violence often associated with 
							missionary work, it still promotes a "myth of non-colonial conversion," 
							as Edward Simon highlights. Christianity is portrayed as a natural 
							extension of human reason. The idea that rational individual would willingly 
							convert upon encountering Christianity obscures the coercion that 
							often underpinned such conversions.  See Simon, 
						<ref target="https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/full/10.1080/00497878.2016.1225407">
						"Unca Eliza Winkfield and the Fantasy of Non-Colonial Conversion in 
							<hi rend="italic">The Female American</hi>."</ref> 
							<hi rend="italic">Women's Studies</hi> 45.7 (2016): 649–59.</note>
					I also had made a great progress in instructing the people;					
			<pb n="61" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_062.png"/>whom I happily
					brought off from their
					<ref target="idolatry_" corresp="idolatry">idolatry</ref>, 
					<note xml:id="idolatry" target="idolatry_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">practice of worshipping idols, 
					especially in the derogatory sense of worshiping a false god</note>
					to the knowledge of the true 
					<persName type="lcnaf" key="sh85055517">God</persName>, and to a
					tolerable idea of the christian religion. We now regularly observed the Lord's
					day, according to divine appointment. Though I had no right to administer the
					sacrament of the Lord's supper, yet I was well satisfied, that under the
					circumstances we were in, I might baptize. But I never did so, 
					till I was well satisfied that the party had a tolerable notion of 
					the christian religion, and earnestly desired to be baptized.				
					</p>
				<p>I could not help making one observation, and that a very just one. I remembered
					when I was in 
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, that I
					used to look into some of the
					<ref target="deistical_" corresp="deistical">deistical</ref>
					<note xml:id="deistical" target="deistical_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">of the nature of or pertaining to deists or 
					deism.</note>
					<ref target="deism_" corresp="deism">writers in my uncle's study</ref>. 
					<note xml:id="deism" target="deism_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
						<graphic url="notes/herbert.jpg" alt="A man lying on his side in a forest.In the background,        another man plays a lyre around armored horses." source="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Edward_Herbert_1st_Baron_       Herbert_of_Cherbury_by_Isaac_Oliver.jpg" desc="A painting of Lord Edward Herbert by Isaac Oliver, ca. 1613-1614,        via Wikimedia Commons."/>The writers that Unca Eliza remembers from her 
						uncle's study likely include Deists like <persName type="lcnaf" key="n80076162">Lord Edward Herbert</persName> (1583 - 1648, pictured), 
						<persName type="lcnaf" key="n83124580">Charles Blount</persName> (1562 - 1606), 
						<persName type="lcnaf" key="n50026834">Anthony Collins</persName> (1676-1729), and 
						<persName type="lcnaf" key="n50011845">Matthew Tindal</persName> (1657-1733), 
						who believed that God created the universe and then allowed it to operate 
						under natural law (<ref target="https://doi.org/10.1093/OED/2881489109">
						Oxford English Dictionary</ref>). Unca Eliza's familiarity with these writers 
						demonstrates to readers that, like the Deists, she believes that "religious 
						truth should be subject to the authority of human reason rather than divine 
						revelation.” See Darren Staloff, 
						"<ref target="https://nationalhumanitiescenter.org/tserve/eighteen/ekeyinfo/deism.htm">Deism 
							and the Founding of the United States</ref>" (2008).</note>
			<pb n="62" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_063.png"/>
					These writers laboured to prove, that Christianity was repugnant to plain 
					uncorrupted reason. Yet I found this assertion intirely false; for, 
					here a people, who had no other guide but their reason, no sooner heard 
					Christianity plainly and simply expounded to them, but they soon embraced it. 
					And I am fully persuaded that whenever any unprejudiced person tries the 
					religion of Christ by his reason, though he may find it in some measure above 
					his reason, he yet will not find it contrary to it, and that it is worthy of 
					his assenting to it.				
					</p>
				<p>But to continue my history. In the beginning of the third summer of my being
					here, not having been for a long time at my old island, on account
			<pb n="63" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_064.png"/>
					of the late rainy season, answerable to winter in					
					<placeName type="tgn" key="1000003">Europe</placeName>, I ordered
					some Indians to row me thither, early in the morning. I told the Indians they
					might return back, and come again in the evening.				
					</p>
				<p>Every time I made this visit, I always went into my subterraneous apartments, to
					get some rings to distribute among the Indians. I suppose they wondered how I
					came by them, but never asked me. And, that they might have no suspicion that I
					brought them from the island, I never gave them any on my return to them; but
					always a few days before I intended a visit to my old habitation.				
					</p>
			</div>
			<div type="chapter" n="6">
			<pb n="64" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_065.png"/>
				<head type="main">CHAP. VI.</head>
				<head type="desc">
					<hi rend="italic">Lands on her island, ascends the idol, perceives two
						Europeans approach the statue, one of whom she finds to be her cousin, 
						speaks to them from the oracle, and after several interrogations 
						discovers herself.</hi>
				</head>
			 
				<p>
					<hi rend="dropcap">A</hi>S soon then as I was landed I walked to the iron door,
					which I always left covered with earth, and					
					<ref target="fastened_" corresp="fastened">fastened</ref>
					<note xml:id="fastened" target="fastened_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">fortified, secured</note> after 
					me, as soon as I had struck a light. I commonly ascended 
					into the <ref target="oracular_" corresp="oracular">oracular</ref>
					<note xml:id="oracular" target="oracular_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">resembling divine authority or ancient oracles</note>
					statue, and used to sit there sometimes to view the island. I did so this time; 
					but how greatly was I surprised, when looking forward I saw some men advancing 
					towards me! I soon perceived that they were Europeans,
			<pb n="65" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_066.png"/>
					and, as well as I could <ref target="conjecture-verb_" corresp="conjecture-verb">
					conjecture</ref>
                            <note xml:id="conjecture-verb" target="conjecture-verb" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">guess, surmise</note>, at the distance they were 
					from me, Englishmen.
					</p>
				<p>I supposed that they belonged to some ship, that had either cast anchor off the
					island, upon some occasion, or other, or were shipwrecked; nay, thought I, they
					may be pirates. Whatever might be the cause of their landing, I had much to
					fear.				
					</p>
				<p>Indeed I was safe where I was; but how was I to get home? and to stay long in
					such a place I could not. My next fear was for the poor Indians, who would come
					in the evening, and not finding me by the shore, as usual, would no doubt come
					upon the island, in search of me, and be					
					<ref target="slave_" corresp="slave">taken for slaves</ref>.
					<note xml:id="slave" target="slave_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
						<graphic url="notes/slavery.jpg" alt="White colonizers wearing large  hats, vests, and trousers surround by        enslaved Indigenous people depicted wearing loincloths" source="https://nypl.getarchive.net/media/captive-indians-sold-into-slavery-005200" desc="'Captive Indians Sold Into Slavery,' ca. 1890.        Public domain image from the New York Public Library"/>
						Unca Eliza fears the Europeans could capture the Indigenous people of the island 
						and sell them into slavery. For more, see Anna Brickhouse, "The Indian Slave 
						Trade in Unca Eliza Winkfield's <hi rend="italic">The Female American</hi>,"  
						<hi rend="italic">The Yearbook of English Studies</hi> 46 (2016): 115-26. 
						<ref target="https://doi.org/10.5699/yearenglstud.46.2016.0115">
						DOI: 10.5699/yearenglstud.46.2016.0115</ref>.</note>
			<pb n="66" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_067.png"/>
					Nor might the evil stop thus; their
					country might be discovered, and probably invaded, and numbers of the people be
					carried away into slavery, and other injuries committed. Thus did my busy
					imagination create, as in a moment, evils that happily never came into
					existence: for these strangers soon came forwards, as I supposed, to view the
					statue, and being come near enough to be heard, one of them said to another, "We
					have indeed found a strange thing; what can this huge statue be designed for?"				
					</p>
				<p>"I know not," replied one who stood by him, "nor can I take pleasure in any
					discovery in a place where, no doubt, my dear cousin was starved to death or
					devoured by beasts."				
					</p>
			<pb n="67" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_068.png"/>
				<p>These words, and the voice, alarmed me. "Sure," cried I within myself, 
					"he speaks of me, and it is my cousin Winkfield."				
					</p>
				<p>As he came nearer, I thought more certainly it was he. I listened attentively to
					their conversation, in hopes to hear something that might confirm my suspicion.
					They stood still, I suppose, to examined the statue, when as often as one of
					them spoke, I was the more confirmed, by hearing and seeing him, that it was my
					uncle's son. "But how," cried I, "should he come here? how know
					I was left on this island?"				
					</p>
				<p>These reflections destroyed my first suspicions, and my former fears began
			<pb n="68" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_069.png"/>
					to revive; when he who I supposed was my
					cousin, said, "Let us stand here no longer; but as this seems undoubtedly to be
					an uninhabited island, let us continue our search, and perhaps we may yet find
					the bones of my dear Unca Winkfield; and by burying them
					pay the last, and only, respect we can to her unhappy memory; for if some beast
					destroyed her, he hardly ate her bones."				
					</p>
				<p>I heard these last words, including my name, too distinctly any longer to doubt,
					whether the speaker was my cousin, or not, and perceiving the company, was
					walking away cried out, "Winkfield, stay!"				
					</p>
			<pb n="69" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_070.png"/>
				<p>At these words my cousin started violently, and turning round, as they all did,
					said to his companion, "surely, Charles, I was called!" "No doubt," replied his
					companion Charles, "but it must be some of our companions who called you; for
					this island is uninhabited: we have been over it enough to see its bounds."				
					</p>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield "No, Charles; it was too loud a voice to be human. Did not you hear
					it, gentlemen?" speaking to his company.				
					</p>
				<p>Company. "Yes, indeed; and it was like thunder."
					</p>
				<p>The joy of finding my cousin raised my spirits, and I was determined to indulge 
			<pb n="70" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_071.png"/>
					an adventure which promised much pleasure, and continued as follows.				
					</p>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield. "Sure it must be the spirit of my dear cousin! My father, who you
					know is far from being superstitious, has often said, he believes, that upon
					very important occasions, departed spirits are suffered to appear again: O that
					I could hear the voice again!"				
					</p>
				<p>Unca Winkfield. "Is your father alive?"
					</p>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield. "Hark! it speaks again, like thunder! amazing!—shall I answer? Yes
					I will. I hope so, he was alive a few months ago."				
					</p>
			<pb n="71" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_072.png"/>
				<p>One of the company. "This is strange, indeed! But it may be dangerous to stay; you
					know not with whom you may be conversing, it may be an evil spirit, and may hurt
					us. I have heard of such; let us go."
					</p>
				<p>Another of the company. "I think the same; and never heard that any departed
					spirit, if it did return upon any particular occasion, spoke with a thundering
					voice as this. Besides, look at that statue, it brings to my mind the oracles
					that we read of in ancient history; and, to my appreension, the voice seemed to
					come from thence; and, perhaps, it may be true, as we have read, that devils
					speak from such kind of statues."
					</p>
			<pb n="72" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_073.png"/>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield. "You speak with reason; but, I think, I could be almost content to
					speak to the devil to hear news of my cousin."
					</p>
				<p>Charles. "Fie, talk not so; let us commit ourselves to God, and wait a little to
					hear if it will speak again, and listen if the sound comes really from the
					statue; but do not speak any more to it."
					</p>
				<p>I could not help being much diverted at their fears; but unwilling yet to
					discover myself, I however determined to dissipate their terrors; and beginning
					a midnight hymn of my uncle's composing, which my cousin had set notes to, and
					taught me to sing, they started when I begun; but as
			<pb n="73" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_074.png"/>
					soon as my cousin distinguished the tune, and understood the words, he was calm, 
					and made a motion to the company to be silent, and when I had done, said,				
					</p>
				<p>"An evil spirit would not sing such holy words. My father composed them, and I
					taught my cousin to sing them."				
					</p>
				<p>One of the company. "Thus is not to be accounted for; yet we read that Satan can transform
					himself into an angel of light."				
					</p>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield. Away! I have no fears; I will speak to it.—Does my cousin
					Unca live?"
					</p>
			<pb n="74" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_075.png"/>
				<p>Unca. "She lives, and is happy."
					</p>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield. "Perhaps, in heaven."
					</p>
				<p>Unca. "No; she lives upon earth."
				</p>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield. "Shall I ever see her?"
					</p>
				<p>Unca. "You may."
					</p>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield. "But when and where?"
					</p>
				<p>Unca. "Here; and that soon too."
					</p>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield. "Let me see her then."
					</p>
				<p>Unca. "You shall, if you will do one thing."
					</p>
			<pb n="75" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_076.png"/>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield. "I will do any thing that"—
					</p>
				<p>Charles. "Stop, be not rash; ask what you are to do before you promise. I am myself
					not without my suspicions."				
					</p>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield. "I was going to say, I would do any thing not unworthy of a
					christian."				
					</p>
				<p>Charles. "I am satisfied."
					</p>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield. "If I may see my cousin I will do any thing not unworthy of a
					christian."				
					</p>
				<p>Unca. "What I shall require is worthy of a christian"
					</p>
			<pb n="76" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_077.png"/>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield. "Propose it then."</p>
				<p>Unca. "It is only to continue all of you where you are, 
					and do you sing your favourite hymn, and before you have 
					done you shall see, It begins, "Whilst thus the sun illumes our sphere, 
					And bids the earth bring forth, O spirit, 
					<ref target="deign_" corresp="deign">deign in me</ref>
					<note xml:id="deign" target="deign_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
					find me worthy</note> to rear Fruits of superior worth."
					</p>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield. "I will do it—But who, or what, Charles, can this invisible being be,
					who seems thus intimately to know me?"				
					</p>
				<p>Charles. "I know not—but its request is innocent and <ref target="piety_" corresp="piety">pious</ref>
					<note xml:id="piety" target="piety_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">displaying piety; showing reverence or obedience to God</note>; 
					therefore begin."</p>
			<pb n="77" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_078.png"/>
				<p>As this hymn was a pretty long one, I knew it would give me sufficient time to
					carry my design into execution; which was to go out of my 
					<ref target="subterraneous_" corresp="subterraneous">subterraneous</ref>
					<note xml:id="subterraneous" target="subterraneous_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">underground</note>passage,
					<ref target="drest_" corresp="drest">drest</ref>
					<note xml:id="drest" target="drest_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">dressed</note>in my priestly 
					habits, and with my staff and crown; for in this manner I always came upon these 
					<ref target="insular_" corresp="insular">insular</ref>
					<note xml:id="insular" target="insular_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">pertaining to or located on an island</note> 
					visits. As they stood, it would be impossible for
					them to see me ascend from the earth. I pleased myself much with the 			
					<ref target="surprize_" corresp="surprize">surprize</ref>
					<note xml:id="surprize" target="surprize_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">surprise</note> they would be in, to see me in 
					a dress of which they could form no expectation, nor conceive the meaning of. 
					I must mention one circumstance more, which contributed not a little to 
					surprise them.
					</p>
				<p>I had found among my clothes a small parcel of brass wire, which I had to mend my
					cages, in which I was					
			<pb n="78" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_079.png"/>carrying over some
					curious birds to <placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>. After
					I came to live among the Indians, I made a strange kind of musical instrument. 
					It was a long narrow box, made of thin wood, with holes cut in it, and several
					pieces of brass wire, placed in a particular manner. This I used to place in a
					tree, and when the wind blew properly upon it, it would send out certain soft
					pleasant notes.					
					<ref target="footnote2_" corresp="footnote2">*</ref>
					<note xml:id="footnote2" target="footnote2_" type="authorial">
					[Note in original] By this description, and the use to which she applied her
					invention, it seems to have been of the same kind with that we now call Æolus's
					harp.					
					</note>
				</p>
				<p>I had a mind to try what effect it would have in the statue. I found out a method
					to fix it, opposite to the mouth, withinside of the statue, and when the
			<pb n="79" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_080.png"/>wind sat right to blow into it, the sounds
					were very delightful, and might be heard I believe almost over the whole island.
					After I had made this discovery I always brought it with me, and placed it in
					the statue, and, if the wind stood properly, I was greatly entertained with its
					<ref target="melodious_" corresp="melodious">melodious</ref>
					<note xml:id="melodious" target="melodious_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">having a melody; tuneful</note>
					sounds, as I walked up and down.
					</p>
				<p>As I found the wind sat full against the statue, I placed the instrument before
					it, and heard it play with a loudness that I could not have borne long. This no
					doubt could not but give my visitors a new alarm; yet, from the nature of it,
					was less terrifying than my speaking had been, with such a magnifying voice, as
					the mechanism of the statue occasioned: and indeed they
			<pb n="80" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_081.png"/>
					were greatly alarmed, which gave birth to the following dialogue, just as my 
					cousin began to sing, as I was afterwards informed.				
					</p>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield. "Ha! how sweet, but strange are these sounds!"</p>
				<p>Company. "Astonishing beyond conception!"</p>
				<p>One of the company. "This can be no human artifice; the loudness of it 
				exceeds the power of art. I wish we were safe aboard our ships. I never was
				<ref target="credulous_" corresp="credulous">credulous</ref>; 
					<note xml:id="credulous" target="credulous_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">too willing to believe; gullible</note>
					but henceforth I shall believe every fairy tale, if I escape this 
					adventure; which I much fear."
					</p>
			<pb n="81" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_082.png"/>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield. "Let us be men, at least, and reflect that we are come in an honest
					cause. I own these appearances are very extraordinary: but they may	
					<ref target="portend_" corresp="portend">portend</ref>
					<note xml:id="portend" target="portend_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">fortell by supernatural means</note> good
					as well as evil. Must every supernatural event terminate in evil? Why may not
					the interruption of the usual course of things be as well for good as hurt?"				
					</p>
				<p>Charles. "True—Let us construe the omen in our favour, and be composed, and let
					Mr. Winkfield sing the hymn he promised."				
					</p>
				<p>Their conversation was so earnest, that they did not perceive me advancing,
					taking a slope till I got behind them, though at some distance, just
			<pb n="82" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_083.png"/>
					as my cousin began his hymn. I stood
					still till he had done, in hopes they would see me before I walked up quite
					close to them; for I was afraid of alarming them too much. As soon as as my
					cousin had finished his hymn, and all, looking at the statue, had stood silent
					some minutes, my cousin exclaimed,				
					</p>
				<p>"I have sung the hymn, but where is 
				<persName type="lcnaf" key="n84027119">Unca</persName>?"</p>
				<p>As he said these words, I moved gently towards the left, and then walked
					forwards, till I came upon a line with them. The 
					<ref target="musick_" corresp="musick">musick</ref>
					<note xml:id="musick" target="musick_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">music</note> still sounding, I then
					stopped, holding my staff so that the image of the sun, on the top of it,
					prevented a full view of my face. 					
			<pb n="83" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_084.png"/>
					Presently, he who was called Charles saw me; when starting, aside he cried,				
					</p>
				<p>"Bless me! what is that?"
				</p>
				<p>Upon this all turned and saw me, to their great surprize. They stood still and
					silent like mutes. I now bowed my staff as saluting them, and exposed my face to
					their full view, not very far from them, when my cousin, in his turn, 
					exclaimed,				
					</p>
				<p>"It is my cousin's face! but can it be her?"
				</p>
				<p>Unca. "It is."
				</p>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield. "And living too?"
				</p>
			<pb n="84" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_085.png"/>
				<p>Unca. "Yes, cousin, and living too; and smiling, added, 
				but have you forgot all your
					<ref target="gallantry_" corresp="gallantry">gallantry</ref>,
					<note xml:id="gallantry" target="gallantry_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">polite display of attention</note>
				  and must I make the first advance?"				
				 </p>
				<p>Having said this, I began, slowly, to step forward, when one of the company cried
					out,				
					</p>
				<p>"Nay, if you all have a mind to stay till the devil comes to you, I will not; and
					ran away as fast as he could."				
					</p>
				<p>I still kept slowly moving on, whilst my cousin, and the rest, stood amazed, half
					leaning back, as if in doubt whether to stay or run after their companion. Their
					great amazement confounded me. I was at a loss what to say
			<pb n="85" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_086.png"/>
					or do. I stopt short, and all of us stood
					silently gazing, them at me, and I at them. At last recovering from the
					confusion their great surprize had thrown me into, I addressed my cousin in
					these words:				
					</p>
				<p>Unca. "Dear Cousin Winkfield, be not so much alarmed, 
				I am really your cousin <persName type="lcnaf" key="n84027119">Unca Eliza 
				Winkfield</persName>."
				</p>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield. "You indeed appear to be such; but the strange things which I
				 	have seen and heard to-day, and your no less extraordinary appearance, scarce
					leave me sufficiently master of my senses to form a right judgment of what I see
					and hear."				
					</p>
			<pb n="86" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_087.png"/>
				<p>By this time I was got close up to him, for he stood like a statue, and giving my
					hand said,				
					</p>
				<p>"Cousin Winkfield, be composed, and satisfied, that 
				it is your cousin Unca who speaks to you."
				</p>
				<p>He then took me in his arms, embraced and kissed me, 
				and as soon as his transports, at finding me, a little subsided he said,				
					</p>
				<p>"But, pray my dear Unca, what mean the huge statue; 
				the monstrous voice, loud like thunder, that talked to me and sung; 
				this loud musick, which I still hear; the strange rich dress I see you in, and
			<pb n="87" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_088.png"/>
					how have you <ref target="subsisted_" corresp="subsisted">subsisted</ref>
					<note xml:id="subsisted" target="subsisted_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">survived</note> in this strange 
					uninhabited place? or say whether it is not the abode of invisible 
					spirits, who have wrought the wonderful things I have heard, and 
					whether they have not been your guardians? and whether—"
					</p>
				<p>Unca. "Stop, dear cousin; you have asked too many questions, 
				and such as cannot be answered in a hurry: and I have, on my part, 
				my questions to ask you, for your appearance here is very surprizing 
				to me. How you should know of my being here is what I cannot 
				conjecture. But of these things we will talk together at our 
				leisure, when you are more composed."
				</p>
			</div>
			<div type="chapter" n="7">
			<pb n="88" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_089.png"/>
				<head type="main">CHAP. VII.</head>
				<head type="desc">
					<hi rend="italic">One of the company, terrified at Unca's appearance, runs to
						the ship, and makes such a report to the crew, that they refuse to take them
						on board.</hi>
				</head>
				<p>
                            <hi rend="dropcap">B</hi>Y this time the company, being pretty well satisfied that I
					was a mortal, which at first they doubted of, came up to us, and wished us joy
					on our unexpected happy meeting. We thanked them, and I assured them, they need
					not be under any uneasiness; for that they were perfectly safe where they were:
					for however extraordinary what they had heard and seen might appear to them, the
					whole was the effect only of natural causes. They were too
			<pb n="89" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_090.png"/>
					mannerly to contradict what I said; but I
					could easily perceive that they did not believe me. However, I left them to
					their suspicions for that time.				
					</p>
				<p>My cousin now briefly informed me, that one of the gentlemen in company, whom he
					called Captain Shore, the very day I was left on this island, took my ship and
					the captain of it prisoner; and had sent him to
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName> to be tried: that
					Captain Shore, coming to 
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>,
					at my cousin's request, consented to bring him over in search of me; as he
					thought, from the account that the captain had given him, he could find the
					island, as he happily had. He added, the ship now lies at anchor, on the part of
					the island				
			<pb n="90" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_091.png"/>
					behind the statue, or whatever it is, and if you please I will conduct you on board; 
					for by this time they will 	expect us to dinner, and I reckon are not a little uneasy 
					about what may have befallen us; for I suppose our companion has made a dreadful report.				
					</p>
				<p>I answered that I was entirely at his disposal for a few hours. "For a few
					hours!" returned he briskly, "why, must my dear Unca 
					and I ever part again? You talk strangely; and once more make me almost doubt the
					reality of what I see and hear."				
					</p>
				<p>"Yes, we must part for a little," answered I, "but I will soon satisfy					
			<pb n="91" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_092.png"/>
					you on that head. But let us pass on; I attend you."				
					</p>
				<p>As we walked along I told him, that I had come over on a visit to the island that
					morning, and that at night I was obliged to return back to the island on which I
					had lived above two years; or otherwise my friends there would be under great
					uneasiness at my absence. Thus we went on talking, till we came to the shore,
					when my cousin was greatly surprised at not seeing the boat.				
					</p>
				<p>"I ordered the boat," said he, "to wait for me here; and though Mr. Lock in his
					fright might take it to go on board, he should have sent it back, and there has
					been time enough for its return."				
					</p>
			<pb n="92" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_093.png"/>
				<p>Upon which Captain Shore took a glass out of his pocket to look at the ship,
					which rode at anchor, some distance off. "Bless me," said he of a sudden, "what do
					I see! they are preparing to set sail. Sure the crew have not mutinied." He then
					called to them as loud as he could, and waved his handkerchief. He then said,
					"they made a signal that they see me." In a little time after he saw the boat
					coming. It soon appeared; but as it came near to the shore, the sailors it seems
					heard the musick from the statue, as the wind blew 
					directly off from the island; this, together with my					
					<ref target="tawny_" corresp="tawny">tawny complection</ref>
					<note xml:id="tawny" target="tawny_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">tan or dark skin</note>, 
					and strange dress, so terrified them, that they stopped rowing, 
					and would come no nearer; when one of the sailors said,				
					</p>
			<pb n="93" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_094.png"/>
				<p>"Mr. Lock said right, this is certainly some inchanted island, and I would not row
					a stroke nearer if it was for the king."				
					</p>
				<p>second sailor. "Nor I; for I hear the devil's bagpipes playing as loud as thunder."
				</p>
				<p>Third sailor. "Aye; and don't you see that she-devil there 
				<ref target="wrapt_" corresp="wrapt">wrapt</ref>
					<note xml:id="wrapt" target="wrapt_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">covered</note>in gold?"
					</p>
				<p>Fourth sailor. "I suppose she is the devil's wife, and this is their wedding-day,
					which makes her so fine and have so much musick."				
					</p>
				<p>Fifth sailor. "I don't fear all the devils in hell, for I am a good 
			<pb n="94 [page breaks after 'ca-']" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_095.png"/>
					catholic; I have crossed myself, and prayed to
					<persName type="lcnaf" key="n80104029">St. Patrick</persName>. 
					But the devil shan't catch me ashore for all that."
					</p>
				<p>Sixth sailor. "I wish though I had her devilship's gold crown and gown, I would go
					no more to sea."				
					</p>
				<p>Fifth sailor. "You fool, if you had them in your hand, they would all turn to dust."
				</p>
				<p>We were obliged to hear this strange dialogue before captain Shore could put in
					a word. At last, with much ado, he made them hear him; but neither threats nor
					fair words could prevail upon them to come nearer the shore, whilst I stayed
					there. One of them said, that Mr.					
			<pb n="95" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_096.png"/>
					Lock came on board in a terrible fright, and said, he had seen a monster as tall as
					the moon, that it talked and sung louder than thunder, and that if he had not
					run away, a she-devil would have run away with him; and as one of our men was
					rowing him back, they said, they saw a hundred devils fly away with you all into
					the air, whilst they saw a great devil playing upon the bag-pipes, and he said,
					that for that matter he played much better than ever he heard a	scotchman in his life.				
					</p>
				<p>We therefore called a council, and had agreed to sail directly, if captain
					Shore had not called to us.				
					</p>
			<pb n="96" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_097.png"/>
				<p>As soon as the sailor had done talking, I told my cousin that I would leave them,
					that they might go on board their ship, and try to undeceive the crew, and that
					I would meet him the next morning at the steps. My cousin was much concerned at
					this unexpected sudden separation; but it appeared absolutely necessary, and
					there was no time for deliberation; for the men threatened every moment to row
					back to the ship.				
					</p>
			</div>
			<div type="chapter" n="8">
			<pb n="97" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_098.png"/>
				<head type="main">CHAP. VIII.</head>
				<head type="desc">
					<hi rend="italic">Mr. Winkfield left on shore; and after relating what passed
						between him and the ship's company, Unca and he retire in the evening to the
						other island.</hi>
				</head>
				<p>
					<hi rend="dropcap">T</hi>HUS I left them, lamenting my own folly for not having
					discovered myself in a less alarming manner. As soon as I was got out of sight,
					the sailors set up a shout of joy, whilst I pensively walked on to my
					subterraneous apartments. I hastened up into the statue, to remove the occasion,
					which had had no little effect in the late unlucky incident. Here I sat musing
					on what might be the consequences of this					
			<pb n="98" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_099.png"/>
					affair. They may perhaps, cried I, murder my cousin, or force him to return back
					immediately, and not suffer him to go aboard again; or, if they do, may fail
					away, and take him with them. Better had it been never to have seen him again,
					than thus to prove the occasion of his death, or of new 
					<ref target="vexation_" corresp="vexation">vexation</ref>
					<note xml:id="vexation" target="vexation_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">trouble, distress</note> to myself. I
					might have concluded my life with ease and pleasure among the Indians; but if I
					see him no more, I shall have laid a fresh cause for uneasiness as long as I
					live, and drag out the remainder of my life in misery; a burden to myself, and
					useless to all around me. What, continued I, is human life? As a wave destroys
					in a moment the wave that preceded it, so often does the arising moment the joys
					of the last; never more to return.					
			<pb n="99" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_100.png"/>
					Thus destroyed, perhaps, is all my past happiness! The sun, which in the morning 
					saw me happy, now beholds me mourning; shedding tears which perhaps must flow, till
					death stops the current. Nor shall mine flow alone; an aged father, with his
					afflicted consort, may mourn a lost son, and curse the hour in which they first
					knew me, the unhappy means of bringing their gray hairs with sorrow to the grave.				
					</p>
				<p>I had taken no refreshment, since I came upon the island, in the morning; and my
					grief was too great to let me think of any, till at last, fatigued with weeping
					and fasting, I grew faint. I then thought I would leave the place, and take some
					refreshment; but not till I had sought comfort of him who
			<pb n="100" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_101.png"/>
					only can give it. Now finding my mind
					more composed, and having determined to banish every anxious thought, till I saw
					what the returning day might produce (for I purposed to come again the next
					morning) I made haste to get above ground.				
					</p>
				<p>I did so, and was walking to the place where I had put some provisions, till I
					might want them, when I found part of the evils that my mind foreboded but too
					true; for who should I see walking solitarily along towards the statue, but my
					poor cousin! He did not see me till I called to him.				
					</p>
				<p>"Cousin Winkfield, said I, what have my fears proved true? will they not receive
					you on board?"				
					</p>
			<pb n="101" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_102.png"/>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield. "No; but be not alarmed, my dear Unca,
				     captain Shore will soon be here again, and if, in the mean time, 
					 I can be with you I shall be happy."				
					</p>
				<p>Unca. "But will not your father and mother be alarmed at your delay?"				
					 </p>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield. "They will not: for as I supposed it would be uncertain how long I
					might be searching for you, if I ever found you, I desired two years absence."
					</p>
				<p>Unca. "I am so far satisfied. But relate what happened after I left 
				you on the shore."				
					 </p>
			<pb n="102" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_103.png"/>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield. "As soon as you had left us, the sailors waited till you was got
					out of sight, and then set up a great shout, which possibly you heard."
					</p>
				<p>Unca. "I did hear it, and from that moment was filled with fears, lest 
					they should murder you, or leave you on shore, as they have done."
					</p>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield. "Weep not for me, my dear Unca, for to live with you I should be 
					contented if he never returns."
					</p>
				<p>Unca. "I feel the tenderness of your expression. But my manner of living, length 
					of time hath rendered agreeable to me; but it would be
			<pb n="103" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_104.png"/>
					very disgusting to you. Rather may you soon return to your native country, be 
					happy and leave me"—
					</p>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield. "Stop, dear cousin! nor talk of leaving you; I never can, nor"―
					</p>
				<p>	Unca. "Hold, this is the language of a lover, ill suited to the present 
					time and circumstances. The day wears away <ref target="apace_" corresp="apace">apace</ref>, 
					<note xml:id="apace" target="apace_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml #UOStudStaff">quickly, promptly</note>
					and I must soon leave this island. Let us consider how you are to
					be disposed of. 
					<ref target="interim_" corresp="interim">In the interim</ref>
					<note xml:id="interim" target="interim_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml #UOStudStaff">in the meantime</note>, 
					will you partake of such mean fare as I have here? 
					for, I suppose, you have had no refreshment since morning any more than myself."
					</p>
				<p>We then walked to where I had stored my provisions, and there sat
			<pb n="104" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_105.png"/>
					down to our repast. I now desired him to continue his relation.				
					</p>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield. "I said the sailors shouted when you were out of sight, and instead
					of rowing up to us, as we expected, boldly told the captain, that they had sworn
					before they set out, not to bring me on board; being determined never to sail in
					company with, a man, who, as Mr. Locke told them, had talked and sang songs with
					the devil: and had it not been for us, you know, captain, said one of them, he
					would have brought a she-devil on board with him, and as soon as she was on
					board, to besure captain, she would have sunk the ship, and flown away with us
					all—No, no, good captain, we are bad enough, indeed; but we won't
			<pb n="105" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_106.png"/>
					keep the devil company neither; nor any
					of his <ref target="cronies_" corresp="cronies">cronies</ref>. 
					<note xml:id="cronies" target="cronies_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml #UOStudStaff">intimate friends or associates</note>
					He may go after her devilship if he pleases, if he can catch
					her; for I saw her fly into the air. Did not you, Jack?"				
					</p>
				<p>Jack. "Yes, that I did. And she has left a terrible stink of 
				<ref target="brimstone_" corresp="brimstone">brimstone</ref>
					<note xml:id="brimstone" target="brimstone_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml #UOStudStaff">sulfur</note> behind.
					Don't you all smell it?"				
					</p>
				<p>All. "Smell it! aye to be sure; do you think we have no noses?"
					</p>
				<p>Captain Shore was in a great passion. He told them "they were 
				<ref target="mutineer_" corresp="mutineer">mutineers</ref>
					<note xml:id="mutineer" target="mutineer_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">sailors who revolt against or openly resist 
					the captain's authority</note>, and, he
					supposed, wanted to run away with the ship." To this they replied,				
					</p>
			<pb n="106" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_107.png"/>
				<p>"No, no, captain, though we don't like the devil's company, we are honest fellows;
					 we don't want to run away with the ship; that would be going to the devil
					 another way, and I warrant he would trim us for using his lady so ill. You are
					 our captain, and we will take you on board, if you please; but Mr. Winkfield is
					 only a passenger, and we are not obliged to take him."				
					 </p>
				<p>Finding there was no good to be done with them, I whispered the captain that I
					would stay on shore all night, at all events; but desired he would come to me in
					the morning, and let me know if he had brought them to reason. However, as I had
					not					
			<pb n="107" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_108.png"/>
					spoken to the sailors, I was willing to try what I could do with them. 
					"Gentlemen," said I, "you are really under a
					great mistake; that genwoman, whom you call a she-devil, is my cousin she was
					three years ago left upon this island by a rogue of a captain, who ran away with
					her ship."				
					</p>
				<p>Sailor. "Well, sir, if she is not a devil, I suppose she is a witch, and that is
					as bad; and that made the captain set her on shore. And pray was that tall
					monster who sung and played upon the bag-pipes your cousin too? You know, sir,
					we heard him play ourselves, and the devil could not play louder."				
					</p>
			<pb n="108" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_109.png"/>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield. "I was confounded at this question, not knowing myself how to
					account for what I had heard. They saw my confusion, and laughed: I therefore
					once more told the captain I would leave them, and hoped to see him in the
					morning. so we shook hands, and parted; he looking at me with great concern. I
					remembered you said, you should not leave this place till night. I was therefore
					walking up to the statue, in order to wait there some time, in hopes of seeing
					you thereabouts; if not, I intended walking up and down in quest of you: but as
					I was going thither, I had the pleasure of hearing you call me."				
					</p>
			<pb n="109" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_110.png"/>
				<p>Unca. "I am very glad you found me so soon, for the sun is declining apace; 
					and if you had	missed me you would have passed an uneasy night. For though there 
					is here nothing to hurt you, you could not know that. But as we have done eating, 
					let us go down to the seaside, where a canoe will soon be ready to carry us where 
					you shall pass the night in safety. In the morning we will return here, and I hope 
					we shall see the captain, and hear that matters are made up on board. And as I 
					suppose you are impatient to know that had happened to me since I was put upon this 
					island, and to know the meaning of the extraordinary things that you have seen and 
					heard, I will inform you as we go along."					
					</p>
			</div>
			<div type="chapter" n="9">
			<pb n="110" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_111.png"/>
				<head type="main">CHAP. IX.</head>
				<head type="desc">
					<hi rend="italic">They return in the morning to see whether the captain had brought 
					the crew to obedience; but find they had forced him to sail back to
					<placeName type="tgn" key="1000003">Europe</placeName>.
					</hi>
				</head>
				<p>
					<hi rend="dropcap">W</hi>E now walked down to the seaside, where two Indians
					waited with my canoe. They seemed surprised at the appearance of a stranger,
					especially of a white man, as having never seen one before. I quickly spoke
					<ref target="chearfully_" corresp="chearfully">chearfully</ref>
					<note xml:id="chearfully" target="chearfully_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">cheerfully</note>, and told them, that he
					was a relation of mine, who was come to see me. They seemed very well 
					satisfied, and asked no questions, as they were used to pay 
					<ref target="regard_" corresp="regard">an implicit regard 
					to everything I said.</ref>
					<note xml:id="regard" target="regard_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">Unca's assertion that the Indigenous people do not 
					question the authority of<placeName type="tgn" key="1000003">Europeans</placeName> 
					aligns with eighteenth-century imperialist ideologies, which framed Indigenous people 
					as submissive to conversion efforts. 
					<persName type="lcnaf" key="n83038857">Michael Sievernich</persName> 
					discusses the state-supported Christian missions in the eighteenth century which 
					destroyed Indigenous traditions and reinforced colonial dominance under the guise 
					of religious salvation. "<ref target="https://www.ieg-ego.eu/sievernichm-2011-en">Christian 
					Mission</ref>," <hi rend="italic">European History 
					Online</hi>, Institute of European History, 19 May 2011.</note>
					During our short voyage
			<pb n="111" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_112.png"/>
					I made a brief relation of every thing that had
					<ref target="befallen_" corresp="befallen">befallen me</ref>
					<note xml:id="befallen" target="befallen_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">happened to me</note> 
					from my first being put upon the island to the time of my cousin's arrival. 
					He listened with an attention little short of astonishment.
					</p>
				<p>"What a series," cried he, "of amazing 
				<ref target="providences_" corresp="providences">providences</ref>! 
					<note xml:id="providences" target="providences_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">divine provisions, fortunate happenings</note>
					I will learn their language, and end my days in carrying on the great work you have 
					so wonderfully begun amongst them; for never shall I be able so successfully to 
					<ref target="fulfil_" corresp="fulfil">fulfil</ref>
					<note xml:id="fulfil" target="fulfil_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">fulfill, make complete</note> the duties of my
					function as among a	plain, uncorrupted, honest people as these I find are; for
					since I saw you, Unca, I have entered into					
					<ref target="holy-orders_" corresp="holy-orders">holy orders</ref>."
					<note xml:id="holy-orders" target="holy-orders_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">the status of an ordained minister of the 
					Christian church</note>
					</p>
			<pb n="112" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_113.png"/>
				<p>
                            <persName type="lcnaf" key="n84027119">Unca</persName>. "The novelty of what you
				     have heard, has heated your imagination, and hurried you into a resolution,
					 that in your calmer moments you will retract. Besides, what will your parents
					 say to their only son's becoming a voluntary exile?"				
					</p>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield. "They are too good to oppose so 
					<ref target="pious_" corresp="pious">pious</ref>
					<note xml:id="pious" target="pious_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">faithful to religious duties and observances</note> 
					a resolve. What a glorious harvest do I see! I will return, and ask their					
					<ref target="leave_" corresp="leave">leave</ref>. 
					<note xml:id="leave" target="leave_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">permission</note>
					I know I shall obtain it.
					And then I shall have but one thing more to ask, and that is,
					<persName type="lcnaf" key="n84027119">Unca's</persName>
					<ref target="hand_" corresp="hand">hand</ref>
					<note xml:id="hand" target="hand_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">pledge of marriage</note>for ever, in
					return for my heart, which she has long had-What says my dear cousin?"				
					</p>
				<p>Unca. "That we must land," returned I, very gravely, "for we are
			<pb n="113" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_114.png"/>
					upon the shore, and the Indians waiting for us."				
					</p>
				<p>I saw he was <ref target="chagrined_" corresp="chagrined">chagrined</ref>
					<note xml:id="chagrined" target="chagrined_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">troubled, vexed, worried, grieved</note> at 
					this unexpected answer so foreign to his question; when, rising up, I 
					gave him my hand to conduct me on shore, which he squeezed,
					as if he meant to punish it for the					
					<ref target="mortification_" corresp="mortification">mortification</ref>
					<note xml:id="mortification" target="mortification_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">embarassment, humiliation</note> my tongue had 
					given him. It was a fine moon-light night, and there were a great many					
					Indians waiting for my return. seeing a stranger with me, they looked 
					as if in doubt or fear, whether they should come up to me as usual. 
					Perceiving their condition, I called to them with that air of					
					<ref target="affability_" corresp="affability">affability</ref>
					<note xml:id="affability" target="affability_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">friendliness, readiness to talk</note>
					with which I always spoke to them, telling them I
					had brought a relation with me, who had come a great way to see me.				
					</p>
			<pb n="114" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_115.png"/>
				<p>Their usual joy at my presence now revived, and they came up to us,
				<ref target="shewing_" corresp="shewing">shewing</ref>
					<note xml:id="shewing" target="shewing_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">showing</note> my
					cousin the same respect commonly paid to me. They attended us to my hut. I
					desired two of the priests to					
					<ref target="sup_" corresp="sup">sup</ref>
					<note xml:id="sup" target="sup_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">eat supper</note>
					with us, that no offence might be given by
					being alone with a man: though such was the chaste simplicity of their manners,
					and their high opinion of me, that I believe the precaution was unnecessary; for
					suspicion reigns most in guilty hearts, and chiefly with regard to those we
					think meanly of. My cousin was pleased with his	repast, though but the second 
					time he had ever partaken of such kinds of provisions. The priests, who had
					learned a little English of me, were mightily pleased whenever they understood a
					word that my cousin said, and most highly					
			<pb n="115" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_116.png"/>
					so as often as they could make themselves understood. When it was time to go to
					rest, the priests took care to provide a proper place for my cousin.				
					</p>
				<p>We were up the next day very early, breakfasted, and then set out for the island.
					During our voyage, the night before, I was the chief speaker; but now, in his
					turn, my cousin briefly told me how he came to know where I was; of which
					hereafter.				
					</p>
				<p>Nor did he omit any opportunity in the course of his narration to give me to
					understand, that he had all along preserved that affection for me that he had
					formerly					
					<ref target="professed_" corresp="professed">professed</ref>. 
					<note xml:id="professed" target="professed_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">declared; already affirmed</note>
					But as often as he dropped such expressions, I took care to
					show no particular regard to 
			<pb n="116" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_117.png"/>
					them, but only a general attention to the thread of his discourse.				
					</p>
				<p>When we had reached the island, I ordered the Indians not to return as usual, not
					knowing what sudden occasion I might have for them; but strictly charged them
					not to advance a foot forward into the island, nor to row to any other part of
					it. My cousin and I now crossed the island to the place where we expected the
					boat to come to. We sat and walked up and down here, by turns, till noon, but
					saw no boat. We then took some of the provisions we had brought, and dined. In
					short, we passed the whole afternoon, till it was time to think of returning
					home, without seeing any signs of a boat: we therefore feared the crew had
					mutinied,					
			<pb n="117" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_118.png"/>
					and run away with the ship,
					and may be murdered the captain and the other passengers; at least, that they
					would not suffer the captain to come on shore again. The evening being far
					advanced, we were obliged to return home, not a little chagrined at our 
					disappointment.
					</p>
				<p>My concern, indeed, arose upon my cousin's account, for had the ship arrived I
					would not have gone away in it, being determined to live and die amongst my dear
					Indians. Nor, indeed, was it his intention to have gone home in her, but to have
					sent word to his parents that he had found me, and was determined to live and
					die with me; which, however, as often as he mentioned it, I most strongly
					opposed.				
					</p>
			<pb n="118" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_119.png"/>
				<p>My cousin insisted upon his going without me the next morning, to which I was
					forced to agree; but was greatly surprised to see him return before noon. "What
					means this quick return? cried I; I cannot conjecture the occasion."				
					</p>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield. "It seems, said he, as if providence, though by a somewhat adverse
					stroke, designs that I shall carry my resolution to teach the					
					Indians into practice, and spend my days with my dear Unca,
					whether she will or no; for as I drew near, this morning, to the part of the shore 
					where we yesterday waited for the boat, I saw, as I thought, several chests, and 
					casks, and such, indeed, they were: and when I came up to
			<pb n="119" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_120.png"/>
					them, I beheld a stick fixed in the ground, to the top of which was tied a letter. 
					This I took, and found it directed to me. Here it is.			
					</p>
				<div type="letter" n="1">
					<opener>
						<salute>Sir,</salute>
					</opener>
					<p>
                                <hi rend="dropcap">I</hi> solemnly assure you, that I have done every thing in my power, both by
						threats and promises, to induce the crew to let me fetch you on board;
						but in vain: so deeply has Mr. Locke's foolish reports wrought upon
						their superstitious minds; for which indeed he is now very sorry. All
						that I can obtain is, that they will carry all your goods, and put them
						on shore by break of day, to-morrow, provided they see nothing of your
						cousin, as I hope they will not, and that you
			<pb n="120" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_121.png"/>
						may at least have your goods, which no doubt you will want. As the men 
						were only hired to come here, they insist upon returning to
						<placeName type="tgn" key="1000003">Europe</placeName>. 
						Please <persName type="lcnaf" key="sh85055517">God</persName> I
						arrive safe there, I will give your father and mother the best account I
						can. As your cousin has found means of subsisting, I hope you will too.
						I intend to come again in search of you next year; for it will be
						impossible to come sooner. I remember your cousin said her residence was
						on another island, where I suppose you will live also.					
						</p>
					<p>If I am so happy as to live to come again, I will set up an high pole, in
						some <ref target="conspicuous_" corresp="conspicuous">conspicuous</ref>
						<note xml:id="conspicuous" target="conspicuous_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">visible, apparent</note> part of the 
						island with a <ref target="streamer_" corresp="streamer">streamer</ref>; 
						<note xml:id="streamer" target="streamer_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">flag streaming or waving in the air</note> so that
				<pb n="121" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_122.png"/>
						if you come from time to time to
						look for me, you will be sure to know when I am arrived; but you must
						not expect me much short of a year hence. But as I know not at what part
						of the island I may be obliged to cast anchor, or at what distance from
						it, when I arrive, I will place a small piece of cannon on the shore
						nearest to where the ship may lie, that if you come whilst we are on
						board, you may by firing it, give notice of your being upon the island.
						I most heartily wish your cousin and you health and happiness, and hope
						we shall meet again; nor to that end shall any thing be wanting that may
						be in the power of,					
						</p>
					<closer>
						<signed>Sir, &amp;c. &amp;c.</signed>
					</closer>
				</div>
				<pb n="122" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_123.png"/>
					<p>I was heartily sorry at reading of this; but my cousin smiled, and said he should
						now live with me whether I would, or not. "I am," added he, "only uneasy for my
						father and mother; but I know when they are assured that you are living, and
						that we are together, their concern will be greatly lessened, and they will
						comfort themselves with the pleasing hope of hearing of us both next year. And
						it is in your power, my dear Unca, greatly to add to their pleasure, by enabling 
						me to acquaint them, that you have become their daughter. Let us then be united 
						in the glorious work you have begun; teach me the Indian language, and I will join 
						the glorious task you have commenced, and
				<pb n="123" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_124.png"/>
						tread, with you, the path that leads to
						glory and happiness by well doing. One motive for my seeking you was, that, if
						we should meet, we might be for ever united. Consider one thing more, that if
						you refuse me, we cannot enjoy those hours of privacy together, I at least shall
						wish for, without offence to those around us; at least I know your delicacy will
						be hurt by them."				
						</p>
					<p>This last remark had some weight with me, yet I declined a direct answer; for
						though I loved him as a friend and relation, I had never considered him as a
						lover; nor any other person. It appeared to me, indeed, as if it must be as he
						would have it, yet					
				<pb n="124" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_125.png"/>
						the reflection gave me no pleasure; for though the Indians, I believed, would 
						not entertain any ill suspicions of my conduct, yet I could not satisfy myself 
						with the reflection of being much alone with a man, as it hurt my modesty. 
						However, postponing the matter for further consideration, my immediate care was 
						to provide a sufficient number of canoes, the largest that could be got, to fetch 
						my cousin's baggage.				
						</p>
			</div>
			<div type="chapter" n="10">
			<pb n="125" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_126.png"/>
				<head type="main">CHAP. X.</head>
				<head type="desc">
					<hi rend="italic">Embark their effects for the inhabited island. 
					Mr. Winkfield marries his cousin and proceeds in the work of 
					conversion. He relates by what means he came to the knowledge 
					of her being in that part of the world.</hi>
				</head>
				<p>
                            <hi rend="dropcap">T</hi>HE next morning my cousin set out with a sufficient
					number of canoes, and brought all his things over. Besides a proper stock of
					clothes for himself, and some useful books, he had, as if certain of finding me
					living, and the naked inhabitant of a desolate island, brought over apparel for
					me. The linen indeed was very acceptable to me, as I now began to be in great
					want of it.				
					</p>
			<pb n="126" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_127.png"/>
				<p>I was very much pleased to see a basket with about a dozen live fowls, cocks and
					hens; with these the island was soon stocked, and were very pleasing to the
					Indians, who had never seen any before. But what were these to the many other
					things the Indians had never seen before, at which they wondered, and were
					delighted with? a gun and the surprising effects of gunpowder, a telescope, and
					many other European curiosities, and without which indeed they were sufficiently
					happy! However, the sight of these raised in them an high opinion of my cousin,
					next to that they had for me.				
					</p>
				<p>I passed my time happily enough, before my cousin's arrival, but more so
					afterwards; for from his presence I					
			<pb n="127" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_128.png"/>
					enjoyed a new advantage. We now had divine service every Lord's day; which my
					cousin performed in English, and I was interpreter, till he had learned the
					Indian language, which he did much sooner than could have been well expected;
					and at last preached in the Indian tongue. I had now the great pleasure of once
					more enjoying all the
					<ref target="ordinances_" corresp="ordinances">ordinances</ref>
					<note xml:id="ordinances" target="ordinances_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">prescribed practices</note>
					of the church, and the constant company of a
					religious and sensible companion, to whom, through his constant 
					<ref target="importunity_" corresp="importunity">importunity</ref>, 
					<note xml:id="importunity" target="importunity_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">persistence</note> I was at last obliged 
					to give my hand, about 
					<ref target="two-months_" corresp="two-months">two months</ref>
					<note xml:id="two-months" target="two-months_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">Unca Eliza's marriage to her cousin 
					is not done out of love for him.</note> after his arrival. We first 
					married ourselves according to the church rites, the high-priest acting 
					as father, who died about a week after. We were also married according 
					to the custom of the Indians, that they might					
			<pb n="128" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_129.png"/>
					the more perfectly be satisfied, their form having nothing in it contrary to our
					religion.				
					</p>
				<p>From the time of my cousin's settling here, or rather
					<ref target="my-husband_" corresp="my-husband">my husband</ref>, 
					<note xml:id="my-husband" target="my-husband_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
						<graphic url="notes/marriage.jpg" alt="a well dressed couple seated in an ornate room" source="https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/440568" desc="William Hogarth's painting 'Marriage Settlement' (c.1743) portrays        an arranged marriage between wealthy families. The scene displayes the tie        between family expectations and marriage during the eighteenth century.        Public domain image from the Metropolition Museum of Art"/>
						Unca Eliza refers to Mr. Winkfield as her cousin until they are married, 
						after she refers to him as her husband. Marriage among family members was 
						socially acceptable throughout the eighteenth century. Commonly, the upper 
						class chose familial marriages to maintain wealth and respected social 
						status. Susan McKinnon, "Cousin Marriage, Hierarchy, and Heredity: 
						Contestations over Domestic and National Body Politics in 19th-century America."
						<hi rend="italic">Journal of the British Academy</hi> 7 (2019): 61-88.
						<ref target="https://doi.org/10.5871/jba/007.061">DOI:10.5871/jba/007.061</ref>
						</note>
					as I must now for the future call him, the Indians were properly baptized, 
					married, and many of them, at their earnest desire, admitted to the Lord's supper. 
					My husband and I spent much of our time in teaching the christian religion to the 
					children; he the boys and I the girls: so that, what with 
					<ref target="catechising_" corresp="catechising">catechising</ref>, 
					<note xml:id="catechising" target="catechising_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">teaching the elements of religion</note>
					and his preaching twice a week, we had greatly the appearance of a christian country. 
					The natural simplicity and purity of the Indian manners greatly accelerated 
					this work.					
					</p>
			<pb n="129" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_130.png"/>
				<p>Being now more at leisure, I desired my husband to recount to me at large, what
					he had at first but briefly told me of, concerning his learning where I was, and
					of the captain who had robbed me, and set me on the uninhabited island. It was
					thus:				
					</p>
				<p>"There came one day," said my husband, "a
					<ref target="sea-faring_" corresp="sea-faring">sea-faring</ref>
					<note xml:id="sea-faring" target="sea-faring_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">a person who makes their living by traveling 
					the sea</note> man to <ref target="winkfield-sr_" corresp="winkfield-sr">my father</ref>,
					<note xml:id="winkfield-sr" target="winkfield-sr_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml #UOStudStaff">i.e., Winkfield senior, 
					Unca Eliza's paternal uncle</note> who enquired of him if he had not a niece at
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7007919">Virginia</placeName> of the same name with
					himself. To this my father replied, that he had a brother, and niece, at that
					place, if they were not come away, for that he had expected them some months,
					his brother having sent over great part of his effects, which he had received,
					and who had informed him by					
			<pb n="130" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_131.png"/>
					letter, that <ref target="soon-follow_" corresp="soon-follow">he and his 
					daughter would soon follow</ref>;<note xml:id="soon-follow" target="soon-follow_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">Winkfield 
					senior refers here to the events of 
					<ref target="https://anthology.lib.virginia.edu/work/Winkfield/winkfield-female-american">Volume I</ref> 
					of the novel, leading up to Unca Eliza becoming stranded on the island.</note> but, 
					added he, do you, sir, know any thing of them?"				
					</p>
				<p>"Yes, sir," replied the stranger: "your brother, I am sorry to inform you, died just
					as he was about to set out for
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>."
					</p>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield senior. "I am very much concerned to hear of my dear brother's death—
					But as to my niece, does she intend to come over to
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, or to continue there?
					perhaps she has sent you with orders concerning her effects."				
					</p>
				<p>Stranger. "As to your niece, I do not come from her. I never was at
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7007919">Virginia</placeName> in my life, nor did I
					ever					
			<pb n="131" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_132.png"/>
					see her: yet I have some news to
					<ref target="acquaint_" corresp="acquaint">acquaint you with</ref> 
					<note xml:id="acquaint" target="acquaint_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">make you aware of</note>
					concerning her; but which I am sorry to say will give you much
					concern."				
					</p>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield senior. "Indeed, after hearing of the death of my brother, I shall
					be still farther grieved to hear of any affliction that may have
					<ref target="befallen_" corresp="befallen">befallen</ref>
					<note xml:id="befallen" target="befallen_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">happened to</note>
					my dear niece; but God's will be done: pray let me hear it, whatever it is."				
					</p>
				<p>Stranger. "I shall be ready to give you all the information that I can about her.
					But as I cannot do so in a few words, I must beg your patience, whilst I relate
					to you circumstantially all the particulars that I know."				
					</p>
			<pb n="132" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_133.png"/>
				<p>"I am, sir, <ref target="stranger_" corresp="stranger">a captain of a merchant-ship</ref>. 
					<note xml:id="stranger" target="stranger_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">After this point, the "stranger" 
					is referred to as "merchant captain."</note>As we were sailing from the
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7004550">West-Indies</placeName> for this my native
					country, we met with a sail, which fired a gun for us to bring to. This alarmed
					us; for as it was a time of peace, I feared it might be a pirate, as indeed it
					proved; but happily one from whom we received not the least injury, as you will
					hear."				
					</p>
				<p>"We were, in no wise, capable of defending ourselves, the pirate being a ship of
					force: we, therefore, were obliged to suffer them to come aboard us. As soon
					as the captain got upon deck, he addressed himself to me in these words:"				
					</p>
			<pb n="133" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_134.png"/>
				<p>
                            <ref target="pirate_" corresp="pirate">Pirate</ref>. 
					<note xml:id="pirate" target="pirate_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
					The speaker called "Pirate" here is referred 
					to later in the dialogue by his name, captain Shore.</note>"Be not alarmed: I am, 
					indeed, a pirate, but design no hurt to you. I come on board only to ask a favour, 
					which you can easily grant, if you, as I see you are my countryman, are bound to
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>; 
					if not, I will return to my own ship, and leave you
					<ref target="unmolested_" corresp="unmolested">unmolested</ref>
					<note xml:id="unmolested" target="unmolested_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">undisturbed, untroubled</note>
					to pursue your own course."				
					</p>
				<p>Merchant Captain. "I am bound, sir, for
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, and if I can render you
					any service there, will readily and faithfully do it."				
					</p>
				<p>Pirate. "If you please, I will go into your cabin with you, and there open my
					business more fully."				
					</p>
			<pb n="134" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_135.png"/>
				<p>Merchant Captain. "According to his request, captain Shore, (for that he told me
					was his name) and his mate, and I, retired into my cabin, when he soon resumed
					his
					<ref target="discourse_" corresp="discourse">discourse</ref>
					<note xml:id="discourse" target="discourse_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">speech</note>
					in this manner.			
					</p>
				<p>Captain Shore. "I was a few years ago, as I find you are, a merchant captain; but
					having very bad success, I proposed to my mate, here, to turn pirate, to which
					he consenting, we broke our intentions to the crew, who too
					<ref target="readily_" corresp="readily">readily</ref>
					<note xml:id="readily" target="readily_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">willingly</note>
					agreed to our proposal. However, we all resolved never to commit a murder, 
					and rather quit our prey than kill any, if we could not otherwise get 
					master of them: and this resolution we have happily kept to this					
			<pb n="135" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_136.png"/>
					moment. We have been very successful in our robberies. But not daring to put
					into any port in these parts, and as little to return to
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, we fought for, and
					found, a small uninhabited island, where we stored our treasures, and at times
					resided. This was privately situated, and where we were in no danger of being
					discovered, and lay very convenient to put to sea from, and retreat to, as we
					saw occasion.			
					</p>
				<p>"The last prize we made was in this manner. Discovering a small ship, we, as
					usual, made what sail we could till we came pretty near to her, and then fired a
					gun for her to bring to. As she was a ship of no force, and we had our guns out
					ready to				
			<pb n="136" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_137.png"/>
					fire upon her, she immediately surrendered. As soon as we came on board, 
					we saw an Indian hanging up alive, and bleeding at the 
					<ref target="yard-arm_" corresp="yard-arm">yard-arm</ref>
					<note xml:id="yard-arm" target="yard-arm_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">either of two outer ends of a 
					shipyard</note>. I asked the captain the meaning of this cruel
					treatment. He replied, that he was a very wicked fellow, and had thrown him
					over-board, and that he and five others of his countrymen had conspired to
					murder all the crew, and run away with the ship; but that he and his men had
					overpowered and killed the five others. Though this seemed very plausible, such
					things often happening at sea, yet I could not help observing a confusion in the 
					<ref target="countenance2_" corresp="countenance2">countenance</ref>,
					<note xml:id="countenance2" target="countenance2_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">facial expression</note> of the captain, 
					which destroyed the credit of this story. Naturally
					abhorring cruelty, and suspecting something
			<pb n="137" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_138.png"/>
					bad, I ordered the Indian to be
					immediately taken down, and his wounds to be dressed. Being determined to make
					what enquiry I could into this affair, I ordered the captain, and the poor
					Indian to be carried, for indeed he could not walk, to go down into the cabin
					with me and my mate: and here a dismal scene presented! the floor and
					<ref target="wainscot_" corresp="wainscot">wainscot</ref>
					<note xml:id="wainscot" target="wainscot_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">wooden paneling used to line the
					walls of a room</note> of the cabin all smeared with blood, and two female Indians wounded and
					bleeding, who seemed to start with horror at the sight of the captain. Having
					imposed silence on the captain, I ordered the women to give me an account of
					what had happened, which, as well as their fright and weakness would permit,
					they did; and the poor Indian, in a few words,
			<pb n="138" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_139.png"/>
					not being able to speak much, confirmed
					what the women had said: but the captain absolutely denied their relation, and
					appealed to the crew, who confirmed his denial.				
					</p>
				<p>"But suspecting the captain to be guilty"—
					</p>
				<p>Here Mr. Winkfield senior interrupted him somewhat peevishly. "Pardon me, sir,"
					cried he, "you are very 
					<ref target="prolix_" corresp="prolix">prolix</ref>.
					<note xml:id="prolix" target="prolix_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">wordy, long-winded</note> I am confounded, and want to know what all this
					has to do with my niece; the part of the world, the slaves alarm me; let me know
					the worst at once: was my niece murdered, sir, on board this ship?"				
					</p>
			<pb n="139" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_140.png"/>
				<p>Merchant Captain. "No, sir, she was not, and may be yet living for ought I know to
					the contrary."				
					</p>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield senior. "May be yet living! you talk mysteriously. I thought you came
					to tell me news about her, and you only say she may be yet living—I abhor
					suspence; if you know any thing concerning her, tell it me at once."				
					</p>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield junior. "Honoured sir, don't be in such a hurry, you will offend the
					gentleman, and we may never come to the perfect knowledge of this affair."				
					</p>
				<p>Merchant Captain. "Sir I take no offence, I attribute your father's
			<pb n="140" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_141.png"/>
					interruption to his concern for his
					niece, but cannot give him the information he wants, except in the manner I was
					going to do it. If it be agreeable, I will proceed."				
					</p>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield senior. "I am of a warm temper, sir, the subject is very interesting,
					and in affection I know no difference between my niece and my daughter; I hope
					therefore you will excuse my rude interruption, and be pleased to proceed in
					your own way."				
					</p>
				<p>Merchant Captain. "I am satisfied. I left off I think, with saying that
					notwithstanding the captain's denial of what the Indians accused him of, and
					though backed by his crew,					
			<pb n="141" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_142.png"/>that captain
					Shore still thought him guilty."				
					</p>
				<p>Mr. Winkfield senior. "You did, good sir, what am I next to hear? poor
					<persName type="lcnaf" key="n84027119">Unca</persName>?"
					</p>
				<p>Merchant Captain. "I was determined, said captain Shore, to come to the bottom of
					this affair, and therefore made every inquiry that I could. The account the
					Indians gave me was this, that their mistress's name was					
					<persName type="lcnaf" key="n84027119">Unca Eliza Winkfield</persName>; 
					that her father, a very rich man, had lately died at
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7007919">Virginia</placeName>; that she was coming
					over to	<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName> to an uncle,
					her father's brother, a clergyman; that she had great riches on board the ship;
					and that the ship also			
			<pb n="142" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_143.png"/>
					was her's, which she had promised to give upon her arrival in
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName> to the captain, who took
					care of it for her, and who was a poor broken man; that the captain would have
					forced her to sign a bond, to marry his son upon their arrival in 
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, where he lived; that
					upon her absolute refusal to sign this bond, he threatened to put her upon some
					uninhabited island. Saying this in the hearing of her male-slaves, who loved her
					dearly, he who had been hanged up at the yard-arm, and another, threw the
					captain out of the cabin window into the sea; but that swimming to the ship, he
					was taken up again, when at the head of his men he came into the cabin, murdered
					five of the male Indians,				
			<pb n="143" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_144.png"/>and hung the
					sixth up at the yard-arm, intending there to let him die; and then put their
					mistress upon a desolate island, and was proceeding to sail away with the ship
					and all their mistress's effects."				
					</p>
			</div>
			<div type="chapter" n="11">
			<pb n="144" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_145.png"/>
				<head type="main">CHAP. XI.</head>
				<head type="desc">
					<hi rend="italic">
                                <ref target="continues_" corresp="continues">Continues his relation</ref>.
					<note xml:id="continues" target="continues_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
					Unca Eliza's cousin and husband, Winkfield junior, continues 
					his relation (i.e., story) of having heard the stranger (a.k.a. the merchant captain) 
					retell the story he heard from the pirate (a.k.a. captain Shore).</note> 
					Some account of captain Shore, who resolves to leave off his piratical practices.</hi>
				</head>
				<p>"<hi rend="dropcap">H</hi>AVING <ref target="heard-relation_" corresp="heard-relation">heard 
					this relation, continued captain Shore</ref>, <note xml:id="heard-relation" target="heard-relation_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">The 
					opening line of this chapter is spoken by captain Shore. The "relation" he refers to 
					is the story he heard about Unca Eliza being cast away.</note> I immediately searched 
					among the goods on board, and found sufficient proofs that they belonged to Mrs. 
					Winkfield.			
					</p>
				<p>"However, I was determined, if possible, to make the captain confess his guilt:
					looking therefore very sternly, I gave orders that my men should take and hang
					him up at the yard-arm, where the poor Indian				
			<pb n="145" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_146.png"/>
					had lately hung, and there to remain till he should confess his crime, or die;
					when he, seeing my command was going to be carried into execution, immediately
					acknowledged his crime, and, falling down at my feet, besought my pardon. No,
					cried I, if the innocent could find no mercy, the guilty shall not. You was deaf
					to the cries of the injured Mrs. Winkfield, and I will be deaf to yours; you
					shall be hanged.				
					</p>
				<p>"At the instant I uttered this command these words of scripture came strong upon
					my mind, suddenly like lightning, Thou art inexcusable, O man, whosoever thou
					art, that judgest: for wherein thou judgest another, thou
			<pb n="146" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_147.png"/>
					condemnest thyself: for thou that judgest doest the same things. 
					And thinkest thou this, that thou shalt escape the judgment of					
					<persName type="lcnaf" key="sh85055517">God?</persName> 
					I was so sensibly struck with these words, that I started
					up, as in a fright, from my seat. What, cried I to myself, am I doing? is such a
					wicked wretch as I am a proper person to set in judgment upon another? I have
					not murdered indeed, but how many robberies have I not committed? My heart was
					changed, as it were in a moment, I saw my own wickedness, abhorred myself, and
					repented. But concealing my confusion, as well as I could, from those about me,
					I turned about to the captain, and said, I will not take upon myself to execute
					the sentence upon you that your crimes			
			<pb n="147" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_148.png"/>
					deserve; but I will take care to have you and your men sent to
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, there to be tried by
					the laws of your own country.				
					</p>
				<p>"I then ordered that he should be secured, and all his men, and to make the best
					of our way with both ships to our island. When we arrived there, I ordered all
					possible care to be taken of the three Indians. But the poor Indian who had been
					hung up, died in a few days. Whilst he lived, he greatly lamented the fate of
					his mistress, and almost his last words were, Pray hang the wicked captain. As
					to the females they soon recovered, their wounds being but slight.			
					</p>
			<pb n="148" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_149.png"/>
				<p>"The day after we reached our island, I told my mate what had passed in my mind
					the day before; and that I was determined to leave off the evil course I had
					unhappily engaged in, at all events. He seemed much affected with what I said,
					and, after pausing some time, answered, But how shall we be able to 			
					<ref target="extricate_" corresp="extricate">extricate</ref>
						<note xml:id="extricate" target="extricate_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">free</note> ourselves? Where go to live 
						with safety?				
					</p>
				<p>"To this I replied, that I was determined to save my soul, if I could not my body,
					and would sooner get, by some means or other, to
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName> and be hanged, than
					continue the life I had led. For I considered the words that came into my mind
					yesterday as no less than the words			
			<pb n="149" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_150.png"/>
					of <persName type="lcnaf" key="sh85055517">God</persName>. To this my mate replied, 
					I am not a little affected with what happened to you yesterday, and do pray that 
					I may be enabled to follow you in so good a resolution; and may					
					<persName type="lcnaf" key="sh85055517">God</persName> give to us both, 
					a repentance not to be repented of. But	what shall we do with our men?				
					</p>
				<p>"I answered, I have not been without my thoughts concerning them. You know
					they all love me much, and are not such wicked men as most of their profession
					commonly are. And I have at times heard them lament their long absence from
					their families, and now and then express some dislike at the unhappy way they
					are in. I intend therefore to talk to them, and to propose a way
			<pb n="150" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_151.png"/>
					by which possibly we may all obtain our pardon, and return again to our own country.				
					</p>
				<p>"Accordingly the same evening I called them all together, and, my mate being
					present, thus addressed them:				
					</p>
				<p>"My dear countrymen!
					</p>
				<p>"I once was so unhappy, and so wicked, as to persuade you to join with me in the
					evil course, which we have but too successfully followed for some years. What
					distress, by our robberies, have we brought upon many innocent persons? But how
					much greater distress will come upon us, unless we most seriously repent of our
					sins?					
			<pb n="151" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_152.png"/>
					"You know what happened, yesterday,
					on board the ship, we took. Whilst I was, in presence of some of you,					
					<ref target="reproving_" corresp="reproving">reproving</ref>
					<note xml:id="reproving" target="reproving_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml #UOStudStaff">rebuking or reprimanding</note>
					that wicked man, my own conscience					
					<ref target="smote_" corresp="smote">smote</ref>
					<note xml:id="smote" target="smote_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml       #UOStudStaff">past tense of 'smite'; hit</note> me with these words 
					of holy writ, Thou art inexcusable, O man, whosoever thou art, 
					that judgest: for wherein thou judgest another, thou condemnest thyself: 
					for thou that judgest doest the same things.
					And thinkest thou this, that thou shalt escape the judgment of 
					<persName type="lcnaf" key="sh85055517">God</persName>?
					</p>
				<p>"From that moment it was, I hope, given me to repent, and I am determined to break
					off my sins, let the event be what it will. As I once led you into the ways of
					sin, happy should I be, if I might recover you to the paths of virtue.
			<pb n="152" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_153.png"/>
					"Consider, though we have 
					<ref target="hitherto_" corresp="hitherto">hitherto</ref>
					<note xml:id="hitherto" target="hitherto_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml       #UOStudStaff">until now</note> escaped the vengeance of man, we cannot escape 
					that of <persName type="lcnaf" key="sh85055517">God</persName>. Nor, indeed, 
					can we in all probability, to the end, escape the justice of man. The wretch who
					yesterday no doubt gloried in his success over an innocent, helpless woman,
					before night fell into our hands, and has lost his liberty, and the riches for
					which he damned his soul. Let his fate be a warning to us before the like
					<ref target="befalls_" corresp="befalls">befalls</ref>
					<note xml:id="befalls" target="befalls_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml #UOStudStaff">comes upon</note> us: 
					I have thought of a method by which we may very probably escape the
					punishment due to our crimes, do a noble piece of justice, and have an
					opportunity, if		
					<persName type="lcnaf" key="sh85055517">God</persName> 
					shall please to bless it, to repent.
					</p>
			<pb n="153" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_154.png"/>
				<p>"It is to keep the prisoners we took yesterday close confined on board their own
					ship, and to secure that and the treasure in it, and to draw up the whole
					account of this affair to send it to the injured lady's uncle in
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, acquainting him that
					if he will apply to					
					<persName type="lcnaf" key="n80035841">king James</persName>,
					and procure a pardon for us, that we may return to					
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>,
					upon condition that we bring the captain and all his crew there, that they may
					suffer for their crimes, and deliver up to the lady's uncle the ship and all the
					effects on board. This no doubt will be complied with. To carry this scheme into
					execution, is to stop the first small ship that we may meet with going to
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>; I will tell the
					captain our
			<pb n="154" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_155.png"/>
					situation, and desire him to take me on board, and set me down on the coast of					
					<placeName type="tgn" key="1003759">Holland</placeName> or
					<placeName type="tgn" key="1000070">France</placeName>, as may be most
					convenient, where I may wait in safety, whilst he carries my letters to
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, and till I can receive
					the conditional pardon and a passport for myself and you to return to
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName> in a convenient limited
					time; which, as soon as I receive, I will hire a small sailing-vessel, and make
					what haste I can to you, that we may once more see our native country. As we
					have always divided among ourselves what we have taken, if I reach
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, I will publish my
					return, with an offer to restore the effects I have unjustly taken, to such
					persons as can satisfy me that I robbed them, though
			<pb n="155" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_156.png"/>"I should have nothing left. For if I
					don't do so, I shall doubt the sincerity of my own repentance; for there can be
					no true repentance without restitution. As to you, I must leave it to your own
					consciences, whether you will follow my example, or not. 
					But	<persName type="lcnaf" key="sh85055517">God</persName> grant you may!
					Consider what I have said, and may 
					<persName type="lcnaf" key="sh85055517">God</persName> 
					direct you, and tomorrow give me your answer.			
					</p>
				<p>"They accordingly came to me the next morning, when they all expressed their
					hearty consent to my proposal. Though I could not but observe, that this 
					<ref target="unanimity_" corresp="unanimity">unanimity</ref>
					<note xml:id="unanimity" target="unanimity_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml #UOStudStaff">agreement between all parties</note> 
					of opinion proceeded from different motives; in some it arose only 
					from fear of being caught and hanged, in		
			<pb n="156" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_157.png"/>
					others, from a desire of enjoying their ill-gotten wealth: but I had the
					pleasure to find that a few were touched with what I had said, and seemed to
					manifest signs of repentance.	
					</p>
				<p>"I answered, that since they were come to this resolution, our immediate business
					was to watch for the opportunity, and that when it offered, I told them, that
					they must be sure to continue upon the island till I should return, unless I 
					<ref target="staid_" corresp="staid">staid</ref>
					<note xml:id="staid" target="staid_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml #UOStudStaff">stayed</note> so long as to give them good 
					reason to conclude, that some accident had happened to me. This they all most 
					solemnly promised to do.			
					</p>
			<pb n="157" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_158.png"/>
				<p>"And now, sir, said captain Shore, speaking still to me, the wished-for opportunity
					offers, if you please to afford it; but I lay you under no restraint; for though
					I wish you may grant my desire, you are at your liberty. If you have any reason
					to object to it, you are welcome to pursue your voyage in peace and safety; for
					I will not offer the least injury to you, or any with you."				
					</p>
				<p>"For my part, answered I, I am very ready to give you all the assistance in my
					power, towards carrying so good a resolution into action, and as I have some
					business to transact upon the coast of
					<placeName type="tgn" key="1000070">France</placeName>, I can very conveniently
					land you there, and when I				
					<pb n="158" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_159.png"/>
					arrive in <placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName> 
					will diligently and faithfully execute what commission you shall please to give me."				
					</p>
				<p>"Well then," replied captain Shore, "I will go on board my own ship, and get together
					such things as I want, and return to you, that we may proceed upon our voyage.
					In the mean time, sir, in order to remove any bad impressions that your crew may
					have conceived of me, be pleased to inform them that I did not stop you as a
					pirate, but only to request the favour of a passage to
					<placeName type="tgn" key="1000070">France</placeName>. I promised I would do so;
					and accordingly did; and they were all well satisfied."				
					</p>
			<pb n="159" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_160.png"/>
				<p>"As soon as captain Shore returned on board with his baggage, we set sail, and
					when we arrived upon the coast of
					<placeName type="tgn" key="1000070">France</placeName>, I there left him, and,
					being myself returned safe to
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, have waited on you. And
					here, sir, continued <ref target="strange-captain_" corresp="strange-captain">the 
					strange captain</ref>
                            <note xml:id="strange-captain" target="strange-captain_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml #UOStudStaff">The 
					"strange captain," also known as the "merchant captain," is the "stranger" from 
					the beginning of this series of inset narratives.</note> to 
					<ref target="my-father_" corresp="my-father">my father</ref>,
					<note xml:id="my-father" target="my-father_">i.e., Mr. Winkfield senior, Unca 
					Eliza's uncle</note> is a letter from captain Shore to you, bills of parcels of the 
					goods on board your niece's ship, and some other papers belonging to your niece."				
					</p>
			</div>
			<div type="chapter" n="12">
			<pb n="160" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_161.png"/>
				<head type="main">CHAP. XII.</head>
				<head type="desc">
					<hi rend="italic">After captain Shore had obtained a pardon for himself and
						crew, he returns in search of Mrs. Winkfield.
						Fate of the captain who left her on the uninhabited island. They resolve 
						to settle their affairs in <placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, 
						and live with the Indians. Conclusion.</hi>
				</head>
				<p>
                            <hi rend="dropcap">"M</hi>Y father and I heard this wonderful relation with great
					attention and surprise; but still mourned for you, my dear Unca,
					being ignorant of your fate. However, we proceeded to bring the captain to
					justice. The case was laid before the king and council, together with captain
					Shore's petition, on behalf of himself and people. I got the conditional pardon
			<pb n="161 [page breaks after 'grant']" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_162.png"/>
					granted, having three years allowed to bring home the ship and crew, with a 
					proper passport.				
					</p>
				<p>"As soon as captain Shore received notice of this, he came home to
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, in order to hire a
					ship to carry him back to his people.				
					</p>
				<p>"Whilst he was making the proper preparations for his voyage, we were much
					together. I asked him, as he was well acquainted with those parts where my
					cousin had been left upon some island or other thereabouts, whether he thought
					it improbable to discover the island.				
					</p>
				<p>"He answered, I know those parts extremely well, and I doubt not, that
			<pb n="162" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_163.png"/>
					if the captain will give me the best
					account of the information of the island that he can, but that I should be able
					to find it out. This gave me great pleasure. Well then, said I, if my father and
					mother will give their consent, I will go along with you in quest of her.				
					</p>
				<p>"It is not impossible, added I; but she may be yet living. I have read of as
					surprising deliverances; at the worst we may find her bones, and pay the last
					honours to her dear unhappy memory: and here, my dear Unca, I wept indeed!				
					</p>
				<p>"My father and mother consented with pleasure, and as soon as every thing was
					settled, and ready, we				
			<pb n="163" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_164.png"/>
					sailed. We had a speedy and prosperous voyage to the captain's island; where 
					he and the pardon he brought were highly welcome. I there saw the wicked captain, 
					who robbed you. He gave captain Shore a very clear account of the situation of your 
					island. We staid here no longer than till your ship and the captain's were ready 
					to sail for	<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName> with your treasure,
					and the prisoners all under his mate's command. We promised to follow them soon,
					to our native country. We then set sail for your island, and happily discovered
					it; but, what was a much happier discovery, found you alive and well."				
					</p>
				<p>Thus my husband ended his extraordinary relation; full of a wonderful
			<pb n="164" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_165.png"/>
					series of providences. At length the
					time arrived to expect the return of captain Shore; and now my husband went
					twice every week over to the island for three months; but no appearance of any
					ship. But at last as he approached the shore one morning, he saw a streamer
					playing in the air; he knew the signal, and rejoiced. But walking to the place
					where he had first landed out of the ship that brought him, he saw no cannon,
					nor any body upon the island; he continued walking along the shore, yet saw no
					ship. At last he spied a cannon; having always a tinderbox ready about him for
					the expected occcasion, he struck a light, and fired the cannon. It was not long
					before he saw a boat making for the shore, and soon discovered that 
					captain Shore was				
			<pb n="165" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_166.png"/>
					one of the company. They were
					very glad to see each other. It seems captain Shore had arrived but the day
					before, when he set up the flag, and having waited all day, left the cannon
					ready charged before he returned on board. My husband went on board the
					captain's ship, and dined with him, when they agreed that captain Shore should
					come with my husband to our island, and spend three days with us. We were both
					very glad to hear that our father and mother were all well, and our sisters. We
					desired captain Shore to relate the particulars that had happened from the time
					he left the island, which he did, as follows:				
					</p>
				<p>Captain Shore. "I shall pass over the unimportant accidents that occurred
			<pb n="166" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_167.png"/>
					during our voyage. Upon our arrival in
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, I found all your
					family well. They were amazingly surprised to hear of Mrs. Winkfield's being
					alive. And the thought of your being together made them easy as to their not
					seeing their son again with me, as they expected. But when I told them of the
					strange things that I had seen and heard on the island, they were confounded. I
					know not, said your father, what to make of these things; they exceed human
					comprehension. Surely your fears and surprise made you to imagine things to
					exist that really did not. May be so, returned I, willing to drop a subject, that
					I myself did not understand, and which					
			<pb n="167" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_168.png"/>
					if insisted on, might have given great uneasiness."				
					</p>
				<p>"I should have returned much sooner here, continued captain Shore; but as my ship,
					and Mrs. Winkfield's were both arrived a week before me, I was obliged to stay
					till the cargoes were landed, and what belonged to Mrs. Winkfield committed to
					your father's care. Besides, I was obliged to attend the trial of the captain
					and the crew, who were found guilty upon their own confession. The captain, and
					three of his men, were hanged at					
					<ref target="execution-dock_" corresp="execution-dock">Execution-Dock</ref>, 
					<note xml:id="execution-dock" target="execution-dock_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
						<graphic url="notes/gallows.jpg" alt="Black-and-white engraving illustrating a public execution" source="https://www.rmg.co.uk/collections/objects/rmgc-object-247376" desc="Engraving, ca. 1795. Royal Museum Greenwich, CC-BY-NC-ND license"/>
						Piracy was punishable by the death penalty. In the engraving at right, 
						a pirate, thought to be Captain James Lowry, is awaiting execution by hanging at
						<placeName type="lcnaf" key="10031667">Execution-Dock</placeName>, 
						a gallows in <placeName type="tgn" key="7008136">London</placeName> by the
						<placeName type="tgn" key="7011913">Thames River.</placeName>
						Digital image made available by the 
						<placeName type="tgn" key="1100813">National Maritime Museum</placeName>, 
						<placeName type="tgn" key="7018915">Greenwich</placeName>.</note>
						and afterwards hung in chains; the rest of the crew were transported for life. 
						As soon as this was over, I, and my men, took out our pardons in due				
			<pb n="168" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_169.png"/>
					form. They afterwards went where they pleased. Several persons, who I had robbed
					at sea brought in their claims, all which I fully answered. These things settled,
					I set out in Mrs. Winkfield's ship, and arrived safe at your first island."
					</p>
				<p>In return to captain Shore's relation, we acquainted him with every thing that we
					had done in his absence, and satisfied his curiosity about the wonderful things
					that he had met with upon the island. When we had finished our account, the
					captain expressed great surprise and satisfaction at what had happened, and
					added, "Since what has befallen me, I shall not like to reside in
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, nor any more to be
					concerned in worldly affairs; therefore if				
			<pb n="169" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_170.png"/>
					you think me a true convert, let me join in your society." We replied, that we
					had no doubt of his sincerity, and should be very glad of his company.				
					</p>
				<p>We now agreed captain Shore and my husband should return together to
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, that my husband might
					take a final leave of his relations, receive his parents blessing, and settle
					half of his and my fortune upon his sisters, and leave the rest for charitable
					uses, and bring over such books and things as might be useful to us in our
					retirement. But we first determined to go upon my island, to collect all the
					gold treasure there, to blow up the subterraneous passage, and the statue, that
					the Indians might					
					<ref target="tempted_" corresp="tempted">never be tempted to their 
					former idolatry.</ref>
					<note xml:id="tempted" target="tempted_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
					<graphic url="notes/burn.jpg" alt="Three men with bows and quivers stand around men kneeling with expressions        of horror as they watch a large horned figure burn" source="https://digitalcollections.nypl.org/items/68b9ef18-c585-3b78-e040-e00a18066a15" desc="Johann Baptist Zwecker, 'Robinson Crusoe destroying an Idol of the Tartars'        (1872). Public Domain image from New York Public Library Digital Collections.        In this 19th-century illustration, Robinson Crusoe destroys Cham Chi-Thaungu,        referred to in the engraving's original caption as the 'idol' of the 'Tartars'       --a historically inaccurate label often used in European literature to describe        various Central and East Asian peoples."/>
					The destruction of the idol might reflect Unca Eliza's Christian conversion
					of the island's Indigenous people, in the removal of what she believes to be 
					an idolatrous figure. Yet Roslyn Irving reads this moment as symbolic of Unca Eliza'
					integration with the Indigenous people in America, where "removing the statue is 
					perhaps symbolic of a conversion narrative never fully realised."
					See "Reading for Friday in <hi rend="italic">The Female American</hi> (1767)," 
					<hi rend="italic">Nordic Journal of English Studies</hi> 23 (2024): 41. 
					<ref target="https://dx.doi.org/10.35360/njes.2024.23287">
					DOI: 10.35360/njes.2024.23287</ref>.</note> 
					When all this
			<pb n="170" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_171.png"/>
					was done, and the golden treasure put on board, the captain and my husband set out 
					upon their voyage. They arrived safe in					
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, saw our father and
					mother, who consented to their son's request, and gave him their blessing. As
					soon as my husband had sold his golden treasure, and settled his affairs, and
					bought a large library of books, and many kinds of goods and linen, he and
					captain Shore once more returned to me. We ordered the sailors to unload their
					cargo upon my first island, and to leave us a large boat for the more convenient
					conveying our goods to the other island, where we lived. We did not suffer the
					sailors to come any farther upon the island, than just to land the goods, that
					no discovery of our habitation					
			<pb n="171" facs="pageImages/fa_Page_172.png"/>
					might be made. As we never intended to have any more to do with
					<placeName type="tgn" key="1000003">Europe</placeName>, captain Shore and my
					husband ordered a person who came for that purpose, to return to
					<placeName type="tgn" key="1000003">Europe</placeName> with the ship, by whom,
					for my father and mother's satisfaction, I sent over these adventures.				
					</p>
				<p>FINIS.</p>
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                <head> <ref target="Silence_Dogood_" corresp="Silence_Dogood">The "Silence Dogood" Essays</ref> </head>
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                            <p>Benjamin Franklin was sixteen years old and working as an apprentice in the
                    Boston print shop of his older brother James when, in April 1722, he began
                    writing a series of essays to be published in the <hi rend="italic">New-England
                        Courant</hi> (which his brother published) under the pseudonym of "Silence
                    Dogood." In his <hi rend="italic">Autobiography</hi>, Benjamin remembered
                    slipping these essays, written in disguised handwriting, under the door of the
                        <hi rend="italic">Courant's</hi> office; he assumed (probably correctly)
                    that James would refuse to print an essay from him if he simply asked or
                    submitted it under his own name. James published the essays, which became very
                    popular among the newspaper's readers. Benjamin kept his authorship of the
                    series a secret, even from his brother, until after he finished writing them in
                    October 1722, at which point James printed an advertisement asking for "Silence
                    Dogood" to come forth. Benjamin confessed that he was the author, which seems to
                    have annoyed his older brother. It was not too long after that that Benjamin
                    left his brother's shop--breaking his apprenticeship--and moved to
                    Philadelphia.</p>
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                <p>The Silence Dogood essays are written in the persona of a middle-aged woman, but
                    the title character is very clearly indebted to Mr. Spectator, the avatar of
                    Addison and Steele's <hi rend="italic">Spectator</hi> series, published a decade
                    earlier. It is testimony to how widely influential the <hi rend="italic">Spectator</hi> was that even in colonial America, teenaged boys were
                    reading it and taking it as a model for their own writing. In the <hi rend="italic">Autobiography</hi>, Franklin remembers how much he loved the
                        <hi rend="italic">Spectator</hi>, and how he first came across it at the age
                    of sixteen: "<hi rend="italic">an odd volume of the Spectator fell into my
                        hands. This was a publication I had never seen. I bought the volume, and
                        read it again and again. I was enchanted with it, thought the style
                        excellent, and wished it were in my power to imitate it. With this view I
                        selected some of the papers, made short summaries of the sense of each
                        period, and put them for a few days aside. I then, without looking at the
                        book, endeavoured to restore the essays to their true form, and to express
                        each thought at length, as it was in the original, employing the most
                        appropriate words that occurred to my mind. I afterwards compared my
                        Spectator with the original; I perceived some faults, which I
                    corrected</hi>." If the <hi rend="italic">Spectator</hi> gave Franklin a model
                    for his prose style, so too did it give him a persona to inhabit; the "Silence"
                    in Silence Dogood's name clearly alludes to the taciturn Mr. Spectator as
                    invented by Addison and Steele. The surname "Dogood" also alludes to a famous
                    writer, in this case a colonial writer: the prolific Boston cleric Cotton
                    Mather, whose 1710 collection <hi rend="italic">Bonifacius: or, Essays to Do
                        Good</hi>, advocating the reader to undertake charitable works, Franklin
                    also remembered as a book that had a great impact on him as a young man. The
                    startling thing about the Silence Dogood essays (in addition to the fact that
                    they were written by a sixteen-year-old), is that Franklin adopts the persona of
                    a <hi rend="italic">woman</hi>, a persona that enables him adopt, but also gently mock, the kinds of
                    sentiments expressed by authority figures like Mather. Franklin would continue
                    to use personae, male and female, throughout his career, the most famous of
                    these being the Poor Richard of his Almanack. And there's a sense in which the
                    "Benjamin Franklin" of the <hi rend="italic">Autobiography</hi> and of history
                    was also a persona, a role that Franklin played on the public stage of the
                    trans-Atlantic world.</p>
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                <p>There were fourteen Silence Dogood essays in all, published every two weeks in
                    the pages of the <hi rend="italic">New England Courant</hi>, for which, as we
                    have seen, James Franklin was the publisher. The <hi rend="italic">New England
                        Courant</hi> was the first independently-published newspaper in colonial
                    America; that is, it operated independently of government authority. So much so
                    that the colonial government in Massachusetts frequently attempted to censor the
                    newspaper and jailed James Franklin several times when he published articles
                    that were thought to defame public officials (Cotton Mather, for example).
                    During these periods, Benjamin was listed as the official publisher of the
                    newspaper. It was finally closed for good in 1726. Benjamin had long since moved
                    on, and was at this point finishing a stint as a journeyman printer in London
                    and preparing to return to Philadelphia, where he opened a print shop of his
                    own.</p>
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                <head> April 2, 1722 [No. 1] To the Author of the <hi rend="italic">New-England
                        Courant</hi>. </head>
                <p>Sir,</p>
                <p>It may not be improper in the first place to inform your Readers, that I intend
                    once a <ref corresp="fortnight" target="fortnight_">Fortnight</ref> to present
                    them, by the Help of this Paper, with a short <ref corresp="epistle" target="epistle_">Epistle</ref>, which I presume will add somewhat to their
                    Entertainment.</p>
                <p>And since it is observed, that the Generality of People, now a days, are
                    unwilling either to commend or <ref corresp="dispraise" target="dispraise_">dispraise</ref> what they read, until they are in some measure informed who
                    or what the Author of it is, whether he be <hi rend="italic">poor</hi> or <hi rend="italic">rich</hi>, <hi rend="italic"> old</hi> or <hi rend="italic">young</hi>, a <hi rend="italic">Schollar</hi> or a <ref corresp="leatherapron" target="leatherapron_">
                                <hi rend="italic">Leather
                            Apron Man</hi>
                            </ref>, <ref corresp="etc" target="etc_">&amp;c</ref> and
                    give their Opinion of the Performance, according to the Knowledge which they
                    have of the Author's Circumstances, it may not be amiss to begin with a short
                    Account of my past Life and present Condition, that the Reader may not be at a
                    Loss to judge <ref corresp="whether" target="whether_">whether or no</ref> my
                        <ref corresp="lucubrations" target="lucubrations_">Lucubrations</ref> are
                    worth his reading.</p>
                <p>At the time of my Birth, my Parents were on Ship-board in their Way from London
                    to <ref corresp="nengland" target="nengland_">N. England</ref>. My Entrance into
                    this troublesome World was attended with the Death of my Father, a Misfortune,
                    which tho' I was not then capable of knowing, I shall never be able to forget;
                    for as he, poor Man, stood upon the Deck rejoycing at my Birth, a merciless Wave
                    entred the Ship, and in one Moment carry'd him beyond Reprieve. Thus, was the
                        <hi rend="italic"> first Day</hi> which I saw, the <hi rend="italic">last</hi> that was seen by my Father; and thus was my <ref corresp="disconsolate" target="disconsolate_">disconsolate</ref> Mother at
                    once made both a <hi rend="italic">Parent</hi> and a <hi rend="italic">Widow</hi>.</p>
                <p>When we arrived at Boston (which was not long after) I was put to Nurse in a
                    Country Place, at a small Distance from the Town, where I went to School, and
                    past my Infancy and Childhood in Vanity and Idleness, until I was <ref corresp="apprentice" target="apprentice_">bound out Apprentice</ref>, that I
                    might no longer be a Charge to my <ref corresp="indigent" target="indigent_">Indigent</ref> Mother, who was put to hard Shifts for a Living.</p>
                <p>My Master was a Country Minister, a pious good-natur'd young Man, and a
                    Batchelor: he labour'd with all his Might to instil vertuous and godly
                    Principles into my tender Soul, well knowing that it was the most suitable Time
                    to make deep and lasting Impressions on the Mind, while it was yet untainted
                    with Vice, free and unbiass'd. He endeavour'd that I might be instructed in all
                    that Knowledge and Learning which is necessary for our Sex, and deny'd me no
                    Accomplishment that could possibly be attained in a Country Place; such as all
                    Sorts of Needle-Work, Writing, Arithmetick, &amp;c. and observing that I took a
                        <ref corresp="literacy" target="literacy_">more than ordinary Delight in
                        reading ingenious Books</ref>, he gave me the free Use of his Library, which
                    tho' it was but small, yet it was well chose, to inform the Understanding
                    rightly, and enable the Mind to frame great and noble Ideas.</p>
                <p>Before I had liv'd quite two Years with this Reverend Gentleman, my indulgent
                    Mother departed this Life, leaving me as it were by my self, having no Relation
                    on Earth within my Knowledge.</p>
                <p>I will not abuse your Patience with a tedious Recital of all the frivolous
                    Accidents of my Life, that happened from this Time until I arrived to <ref corresp="discretion" target="discretion_">Years of Discretion</ref>, only
                    inform you that I liv'd a chearful Country Life, spending my leisure Time either
                    in some innocent Diversion with the neighbouring Females, or in some shady
                    Retirement, with the best of Company, <hi rend="italic"> Books</hi>. Thus I past
                    away the Time with a Mixture of Profit and Pleasure, having no affliction but
                    what was imaginary, and created in my own Fancy; as nothing is more common with
                    us Women, than to be grieving for nothing, when we have nothing else to grieve
                    for.</p>
                <p>As I would not engross too much of your Paper at once, I will defer the Remainder
                    of my Story until my next Letter; in the mean time desiring your Readers to
                    exercise their Patience, and bear with my Humours now and then, because I shall
                    trouble them but seldom. I am not insensible of the Impossibility of pleasing
                    all, but I would not willingly displease any; and for those who will take
                    Offence <ref corresp="were" target="were_">were</ref> none is intended, they are
                    beneath the Notice of Your Humble Servant,</p>
                <p>SILENCE DOGOOD.</p>
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                <head> April 16, 1722 [No. 2] To the Author of the <hi rend="italic">New-England
                        Courant</hi>. </head>
                <p>Sir,</p>
                <p>Histories of Lives are seldom entertaining, unless they contain something either
                    admirable or exemplar: And since there is little or nothing of this Nature in my
                    own Adventures, I will not tire your Readers with tedious Particulars of no
                    Consequence, but will briefly, and in as few Words as possible, relate the most
                    material Occurrences of my Life, and according to my Promise, confine all to
                    this Letter.</p>
                <p>My Reverend master who had hitherto remained a Batchelor, (after much meditation
                    on the <ref corresp="genesis" target="genesis_">Eighteenth verse of the Second
                        Chapter of Genesis</ref>,) took up a Resolution to marry; and having made
                    several unsuccessful fruitless Attempts on the <ref corresp="topsex" target="topsex_">more topping Sort of our Sex</ref>, and being tir'd with
                    making troublesome Journeys and Visits to no Purpose, he began unexpectedly to
                    cast a loving Eye upon Me, whom he had brought up cleverly to his Hand.</p>
                <p>There is certainly scarce any Part of a Man's Life in which he appears more silly
                    and ridiculous, than when he makes his first Onset in Courtship. The aukward
                    Manner in which my Master first discover'd his Intentions, made me, in spite of
                    my Reverence to his Person, burst out into an unmannerly Laughter: However,
                    having ask'd his Pardon, and with much ado compos'd my Countenance, I promis'd
                    him I would take his Proposal into serious Consideration, and speedily give him
                    an Answer.</p>
                <p>As he had been a great Benefactor (and in a Manner a Father to me) I could not
                    well deny his Request, when I once perceived he was in earnest. Whether it was
                    Love, or Gratitude, or Pride, or all Three that made me consent, I know not; but
                    it is certain, he found it no hard Matter, by the Help of his Rhetorick, to
                    conquer my Heart, and perswade me to marry him.</p>
                <p>This unexpected Match was very astonishing to all the Country round about, and
                    served to furnish them with Discourse for a long Time after; some approving it,
                    others disliking it, as they were led by their various Fancies and
                    Inclinations.</p>
                <p>We lived happily together in the Heighth of conjugal Love and mutual Endearments,
                    for near Seven Years, in which Time we added Two likely Girls and a Boy to the
                    Family of the Dogoods: But alas! When my <ref corresp="meridian" target="meridian_">Sun was in its meridian Altitude</ref>, inexorable
                    unrelenting Death, as if he had envy'd my Happiness and Tranquility, and
                    resolv'd to make me entirely miserable by the Loss of so good an Husband,
                    hastened his Flight to the Heavenly World, by a sudden unexpected Departure from
                        <ref corresp="thisworld" target="thisworld_">this</ref>.</p>
                <p>I have now remained in a State of Widowhood for several Years, but it is a State
                    I never much admir'd, and I am apt to fancy that I could be easily perswaded to
                    marry again, provided I was sure of a good-humour'd, sober, agreeable Companion:
                    But one, even with these few good Qualities, being hard to find, I have lately
                    relinquish'd all Thoughts of that Nature.</p>
                <p>At present I pass away my leisure Hours in Conversation, either with my honest
                    Neighbour Rusticus and his Family, or with the ingenious Minister of our Town,
                    who now lodges at my House, and by whose Assistance I intend now and then to
                    beautify my Writings with a Sentence or two in the learned Languages, which will
                    not only be fashionable, and pleasing to those who do not understand it, but
                    will likewise be very ornamental.</p>
                <p>I shall conclude this with my own Character, which (one would think) I should be
                    best able to give. <hi rend="italic">Know then</hi>, That I am an Enemy to Vice,
                    and a Friend to Vertue. I am one of an extensive Charity, and a great Forgiver
                    of <hi rend="italic">private</hi> Injuries: A hearty Lover of the Clergy and all
                    good Men, and a mortal Enemy to arbitrary Government and unlimited Power. I am
                    naturally very jealous for the Rights and Liberties of my Country; and the least
                    appearance of an Incroachment on those invaluable Priviledges, is apt to make my
                    Blood boil exceedingly. I have likewise a natural Inclination to observe and
                    reprove the Faults of others, at which I have an excellent Faculty. I speak this
                    by Way of Warning to all such whose Offences shall come under my Cognizance, for
                    I never intend to wrap my Talent in a Napkin. To be brief; I am courteous and
                    affable, good humour'd (unless I am first provok'd,) and handsome, and sometimes
                    witty, but always, Sir, Your Friend and Humble Servant,</p>
                <p>SILENCE DOGOOD.</p>
            </div>
            <div>
                <head> April 30, 1722 [No. 3] To the Author of the <hi rend="italic">New-England
                        Courant</hi>. </head>
                <p>Sir.</p>
                <p>It is undoubtedly the Duty of all Persons to serve the Country they live in,
                    according to their Abilities; yet I sincerely acknowledge, that I have hitherto
                    been very deficient in this Particular; whether it was for want of Will or
                    Opportunity, I will not at present stand to determine: Let it suffice, that I
                    now take up a Resolution, to do for the future all that <hi rend="italic">lies
                        in my Way</hi> for the Service of my Countrymen.</p>
                <p>I have from my Youth been <ref corresp="indefatigably" target="indefatigably_">indefatigably</ref> studious to gain and treasure up in my Mind all useful
                    and desireable Knowledge, especially such as tends to improve the Mind, and
                    enlarge the Understanding: And as I have found it very beneficial to me, I am
                    not without Hopes, that communicating my small Stock in this Manner, by <ref corresp="peacemeal" target="peacemeal_">Peace-meal</ref> to the Publick,
                    may be at least in some Measure useful.</p>
                <p>I am very sensible that it is impossible for me, or indeed any one Writer to
                    please all Readers at once. Various Persons have different Sentiments; and that
                    which is pleasant and delightful to one, gives another a Disgust. He that would
                    (in this Way of Writing) please all, is under a Necessity to make his Themes
                    almost as numerous as his Letters. He must one while be merry and diverting,
                    then more solid and serious; one while sharp and satyrical, then (to <ref corresp="mollify" target="mollify_">mollify</ref> that) be sober and
                    religious; at one Time let the Subject be Politicks, then let the next Theme be
                    Love: Thus will every one, one Time or other find some thing agreeable to his
                    own Fancy, and in his Turn be delighted.</p>
                <p>According to this Method I intend to proceed, bestowing now and then a few gentle
                        <ref corresp="reproof" target="reproof_">Reproofs</ref> on those who deserve
                    them, not forgetting at the same time to applaud those whose Actions merit
                    Commendation. And here I must not forget to invite the ingenious Part of your
                    Readers, particularly those of my own Sex to enter into a Correspondence with
                    me, assuring them, that their Condescension in this Particular shall be received
                    as a Favour, and accordingly acknowledged.</p>
                <p>I think I have now finish'd the Foundation, and I intend in my next to begin to
                    raise the Building. Having nothing more to write at present, I must make the
                    usual excuse in such Cases, of <hi rend="italic">being in haste</hi>, assuring
                    you that I speak from my Heart when I call my self, The most humble and obedient
                    of all the Servants your Merits have acquir'd,</p>
                <p>SILENCE DOGOOD.</p>
            </div>
            <div>
                <head> May 14, 1722 [No. 4] <ref corresp="cicerotrans" target="cicerotrans_">
                                <hi rend="italic">An sum etiam nunc vel Graecè loqui vel Latinè
                            docendus?</hi> Cicero.</ref> To the Author of the <hi rend="italic">New-England Courant</hi>. </head>
                <p>Sir,</p>
                <p>Discoursing the other Day at Dinner with my Reverend Boarder, formerly mention'd,
                    (whom for Distinction sake we will call by the Name of Clericus,) concerning the
                    Education of Children, I ask'd his Advice about my young Son William, whether or
                    no I had best bestow upon him Academical Learning, or (as our Phrase is) <hi rend="italic">bring him up at our College</hi>: He perswaded me to do it by
                    all Means, using many weighty Arguments with me, and answering all the
                    Objections that I could form against it; telling me withal, that he did not
                    doubt but that the Lad would take his Learning very well, and not idle away his
                    Time as too many there now-a-days do. These Words of Clericus gave me a
                    Curiosity to inquire a little more strictly into the present Circumstances of
                    that famous <ref corresp="seminary" target="seminary_">Seminary</ref> of
                    Learning; but the Information which he gave me, was neither pleasant, nor such
                    as I expected.</p>
                <p>As soon as Dinner was over, I took a solitary Walk into my Orchard, still
                    ruminating on Clericus's Discourse with much Consideration, until I came to my
                    usual Place of Retirement under the <hi rend="italic">Great Apple-Tree</hi>;
                    where having seated my self, and carelessly laid my Head on a <ref corresp="verdant" target="verdant_">verdant</ref> Bank, I fell by Degrees
                    into a soft and undisturbed Slumber. My waking Thoughts remained with me in my
                    Sleep, and before I awak'd again, I dreamt the following Dream.</p>
                <p>I fancy'd I was travelling over pleasant and delightful Fields and Meadows, and
                    thro' many small Country Towns and Villages; and as I pass'd along, all Places
                    resounded with the Fame of the Temple of Learning: Every Peasant, who had
                    wherewithal, was preparing to send one of his Children at least to this famous
                    Place; and in this Case most of them consulted their own Purses instead of their
                    Childrens Capacities: So that I observed, a great many, yea, the most part of
                    those who were travelling thither, were little better than Dunces and
                    Blockheads. Alas! alas!</p>
                <p>At length I entred upon a spacious Plain, in the Midst of which was erected a
                    large and stately Edifice: It was to this that a great Company of Youths from
                    all Parts of the Country were going; so stepping in among the Crowd, I passed on
                    with them, and presently arrived at the Gate.</p>
                <p>The Passage was kept by two sturdy <ref corresp="porter" target="porter_">Porters</ref> named <hi rend="italic">Riches and Poverty</hi>, and the
                    latter obstinately refused to give Entrance to any who had not first gain'd the
                    Favour of the former; so that I observed, many who came even to the very Gate,
                    were obliged to travel back again as ignorant as they came, for want of this
                    necessary Qualification. However, as a <ref corresp="spectator" target="spectator_">Spectator</ref> I gain'd Admittance, and with the rest
                    entred directly into the Temple.</p>
                <p>In the Middle of the great Hall stood a stately and magnificent Throne, which was
                    ascended to by two high and difficult Steps. On the Top of it sat Learning in
                    awful State; she was apparelled wholly in Black, and surrounded almost on every
                    Side with innumerable Volumes in all Languages. She seem'd very busily employ'd
                    in writing something on half a Sheet of Paper, and upon Enquiry, I understood
                    she was preparing a Paper, call'd, <hi rend="italic">The New-England
                        Courant</hi>. On her Right Hand sat <hi rend="italic">English</hi>, with a
                    pleasant smiling Countenance, and handsomely attir'd; and on her left were
                    seated several <hi rend="italic">Antique Figures</hi> with their Faces vail'd. I
                    was considerably puzzl'd to guess who they were, until one informed me, (who
                    stood beside me,) that those Figures on her left Hand were <hi rend="italic">Latin</hi>, <hi rend="italic">Greek</hi>, <hi rend="italic">Hebrew</hi>,
                    &amp;c. and that they were very much reserv'd, and seldom or never unvail'd
                    their Faces here, and then to few or none, tho' most of those who have in this
                    Place acquir'd so much Learning as to distinguish them from <hi rend="italic">English</hi>, pretended to an intimate Acquaintance with them. I then
                    enquir'd of him, what could be the Reason why they continued vail'd, in this
                    Place especially: He pointed to the Foot of the Throne, where I saw <hi rend="italic">Idleness</hi>, attended with <hi rend="italic">Ignorance</hi>,
                    and these (he informed me) were they, who first vail'd them, and still kept them
                    so.</p>
                <p>Now I observed, that the whole Tribe who entred into the Temple with me, began to
                    climb the Throne; but the Work proving troublesome and difficult to most of
                    them, they withdrew their Hands from the Plow, and contented themselves to sit
                    at the Foot, with Madam <hi rend="italic">Idleness</hi> and her Maid <hi rend="italic">Ignorance</hi>, until those who were assisted by Diligence and
                    a <ref corresp="docible" target="docible_">docible</ref> Temper, had well <ref corresp="nigh" target="nigh_">nigh</ref> got up the first Step: But the Time
                    drawing nigh in which they could no way avoid ascending, they were <ref corresp="fain" target="fain_">fain</ref> to crave the Assistance of those
                    who had got up before them, and who, for the Reward perhaps of a <hi rend="italic">Pint of Milk</hi>, or a <hi rend="italic">Piece of <ref corresp="cake" target="cake_">Plumb-Cake</ref>
                            </hi>, lent the <ref corresp="lubber" target="lubber_">Lubbers</ref> a helping Hand, and sat them
                    in the Eye of the World, upon a Level with themselves.</p>
                <p>The other Step being in the same Manner ascended, and the usual Ceremonies at an
                    End, every Beetle-Scull seem'd well satisfy'd with his own Portion of Learning,
                    tho' perhaps he was <hi rend="italic">e'en just</hi> as ignorant as ever. And
                    now the Time of their Departure being come, they march'd out of Doors to make
                    Room for another Company, who waited for Entrance: And I, having seen all that
                    was to be seen, quitted the hall likewise, and went to make my Observations on
                    those who were just gone out before me.</p>
                <p>Some I perceiv'd took to <ref corresp="merch" target="merch_">Merchandizing</ref>, others to Travelling, some to one Thing, some to another,
                    and some to Nothing; and many of them from henceforth, for want of <ref corresp="patrimony" target="patrimony_">Patrimony</ref>, liv'd as poor as
                        <ref corresp="churchmice" target="churchmice_">Church Mice</ref>, being
                    unable to dig, and asham'd to beg, and to live by their Wits it was impossible.
                    But the most Part of the Crowd went along a large beaten Path, which led to a
                    Temple at the further End of the Plain, call'd, <hi rend="italic">The Temple of
                            <ref corresp="theology" target="theology_">Theology</ref>
                            </hi>. The
                    Business of those who were employ'd in this Temple being laborious and painful,
                    I wonder'd exceedingly to see so many go towards it; but while I was pondering
                    this Matter in my Mind, I spy'd <ref corresp="pecunia" target="pecunia_">
                                <hi rend="italic">Pecunia</hi>
                            </ref> behind a Curtain, beckoning to them
                    with her Hand, which Sight immediately satisfy'd me for whose Sake it was, that
                    a great Part of them (I will not say all) travel'd that Road. In this Temple I
                    saw nothing worth mentioning, except the ambitious and fraudulent Contrivances
                    of <ref corresp="plagius" target="plagius_">Plagius</ref>, who (notwithstanding
                    he had been severely reprehended for such Practices before) was diligently
                    transcribing some eloquent Paragraphs out of <ref corresp="tillotson" target="tillotson_">Tillotson's <hi rend="italic">Works</hi>
                            </ref>, &amp;c.,
                    to embellish his own.</p>
                <p>Now I bethought my self in my Sleep, that it was Time to be at Home, and as I
                    fancy'd I was travelling back thither, I reflected in my Mind on the extream
                    Folly of those Parents, who, blind to their Childrens Dulness, and insensible of
                    the Solidity of their Skulls, because they think their Purses can afford it,
                    will needs send them to the Temple of Learning, where, for want of a suitable
                    Genius, they learn little more than how to carry themselves handsomely, and
                    enter a Room <ref corresp="genteel" target="genteel_">genteely</ref>, (which
                    might as well be acquir'd at a Dancing-School,) and from whence they return,
                    after Abundance of Trouble and Charge, as great Blockheads as ever, only more
                    proud and self-conceited.</p>
                <p>While I was in the midst of these unpleasant Reflections, Clericus (who with a
                    Book in his Hand was walking under the Trees) accidentally awak'd me; to him I
                    related my Dream with all its Particulars, and he, without much Study, presently
                    interpreted it, assuring me, <hi rend="italic">That it was </hi>
                            <hi rend="italic">a lively Representation of</hi> Harvard College, <hi rend="italic">Etcetera</hi>. I remain, Sir, Your Humble Servant,</p>
                <p>SILENCE DOGOOD.</p>
            </div>
            <div>
                <head> May 28, 1722 [No. 5] <ref corresp="terencetrans" target="terencetrans_">
                                <hi rend="italic">Mulier Mulieri magis congruet</hi>. Ter.</ref> To the
                    Author of the <hi rend="italic">New-England Courant</hi>. </head>
                <p>Sir,</p>
                <p>I shall here present your Readers with a Letter from one, who informs me that I
                    have begun at the wrong End of my Business, and that I ought to begin at Home,
                    and censure the Vices and Follies of my own Sex, before I venture to meddle with
                    your's: Nevertheless, I am resolved to dedicate this Speculation to the Fair
                    Tribe, and endeavour to show, that Mr. Ephraim charges Women with being
                    particularly guilty of Pride, Idleness, &amp;c. wrongfully, inasmuch as the Men
                    have not only as great a Share in those Vices as the Women, but are likewise in
                    a great Measure the Cause of that which the Women are guilty of. I think it will
                    be best to produce my Antagonist, before I encounter him.</p>
                <p>"Madam</p>
                <p>"My Design in troubling you with this Letter is, to desire you would begin with
                    your own Sex first: Let the first Volley of your Resentments be directed against
                        <hi rend="italic">Female</hi> Vice; let Female Idleness, Ignorance and
                    Folly, (which are Vices more peculiar to your Sex than to our's,) be the Subject
                    of your <ref corresp="satyr" target="satyr_">Satyrs</ref>, but more especially
                    Female Pride, which I think is intollerable. Here is a large Field that wants
                    Cultivation, and which I believe you are able (if willing) to improve with
                    Advantage; and when you have once reformed the Women, you will find it a much
                    easier Task to reform the Men, because Women are the prime Causes of a great
                    many Male <ref corresp="maleenormity" target="maleenormity_">Enormities</ref>.
                    This is all at present from Your Friendly Wellwisher,</p>
                <p>
                            <ref corresp="ephraim" target="ephraim_">Ephraim Censorious</ref>
                        </p>
                <p>After Thanks to my Correspondent for his Kindness in cutting out Work for me, I
                    must assure him, that I find it a very difficult Matter to <ref corresp="reprove" target="reprove_">reprove</ref> Women separate from the
                    Men; for what Vice is there in which the Men have not as great a Share as the
                    Women? and in some have they not a far greater, as in Drunkenness, Swearing,
                    &amp;c.? And if they have, then it follows, that when a Vice is to be reproved,
                    Men, who are most culpable, deserve the most Reprehension, and certainly
                    therefore, ought to have it. But we will wave this Point at present, and proceed
                    to a particular Consideration of what my Correspondent calls <hi rend="italic">Female Vice</hi>.</p>
                <p>As for Idleness, if I should <ref corresp="quaere" target="quaere_">Quaere</ref>,
                    Where are the greatest Number of its <ref corresp="votary" target="votary_">Votaries</ref> to be found, with us or the Men? it might I believe be
                    easily and truly answer'd, <hi rend="italic">With the latter</hi>. For
                    notwithstanding the Men are commonly complaining how hard they are forc'd to
                    labour, only to maintain their Wives in <ref corresp="pomp" target="pomp_">Pomp</ref> and Idleness, yet if you go among the Women, you will learn,
                    that <hi rend="italic">they have always more Work upon their Hands than they are
                        able to do; and that a Woman's Work is never done</hi>, &amp;c. But however,
                    Suppose we should grant for once, that we are generally more idle than the Men,
                    (without making any Allowance for the <hi rend="italic">Weakness of the
                    Sex</hi>,) I desire to know whose Fault it is? Are not the Men to blame for
                    their Folly in maintaining us in Idleness? Who is there that can be handsomely
                    Supported in Affluence, Ease and Pleasure by another, that will chuse rather to
                    earn his Bread by the Sweat of his own Brows? And if a Man will be so fond and
                    so foolish, as to labour hard himself for a Livelihood, and suffer his Wife in
                    the mean Time to sit in Ease and Idleness, let him not blame her if she does so,
                    for it is in a great Measure his own Fault.</p>
                <p>And now for the Ignorance and Folly which he <ref corresp="reproach" target="reproach_">reproaches</ref> us with, let us see (if we are Fools and
                    Ignoramus's) whose is the Fault, the Men's or our's. An ingenious Writer, having
                    this Subject in Hand, has the following Words, wherein he lays the Fault wholly
                    on the Men, for not allowing Women the Advantages of Education.</p>
                <p>"I have (says he) often thought of it as one of the most barbarous Customs in the
                    World, considering us as a civiliz'd and Christian Country, that we deny the
                    Advantages of Learning to Women. We reproach the Sex every Day with Folly and
                    Impertinence, while I am confident, had they the Advantages of Education equal
                    to us, they would be guilty of less than our selves. One would wonder indeed how
                    it should happen that Women are <ref corresp="conversible" target="conversible_">conversible</ref> at all, since they are only beholding to natural Parts
                    for all their Knowledge. Their Youth is spent to teach them to stitch and sew,
                    or make <ref corresp="baubles" target="baubles_">Baubles</ref>: They are taught
                    to read indeed, and perhaps to write their Names, or so; and that is the Heighth
                    of a Womans Education. And I would but ask any who slight the Sex for their
                    Understanding, What is a Man (a Gentleman, I mean) good for that is taught no
                    more? If Knowledge and Understanding had been useless Additions to the Sex, God
                    Almighty would never have given them Capacities, for he made nothing Needless.
                    What has the Woman done to forfeit the Priviledge of being taught? Does she
                    plague us with her Pride and <ref corresp="impertinence" target="impertinence_">Impertinence</ref>? Why did we not let her learn, that she might have had
                    more Wit? Shall we <ref corresp="upbraid" target="upbraid_">upbraid</ref> Women
                    with Folly, when 'tis only the Error of this inhumane Custom that hindred them
                    being made wiser."</p>
                <p>So much for Female Ignorance and Folly, and now let us a little consider the
                    Pride which my Correspondent thinks is <hi rend="italic">intollerable</hi>. By
                    this Expression of his, one would think he is some dejected <ref corresp="swain" target="swain_">Swain</ref>, tyranniz'd over by some cruel haughty <ref corresp="nymph" target="nymph_">Nymph</ref>, who (perhaps he thinks) has no
                    more Reason to be proud than himself. <hi rend="italic">Alas-a-day!</hi> What
                    shall we say in this Case! Why truly, if Women are proud, it is certainly owing
                    to the Men still; for if they will be such <hi rend="italic">Simpletons</hi> as
                    to humble themselves at their Feet, and fill their <ref corresp="credulous" target="credulous_">credulous</ref> Ears with extravagant Praises of their
                    Wit, Beauty, and other Accomplishments (perhaps where there are none too,) and
                    when Women are by this Means perswaded that they are Something more than humane,
                    what Wonder is it, if they carry themselves haughtily, and live extravagantly.
                    Notwithstanding, I believe there are more Instances of extravagant Pride to be
                    found among Men than among Women, and this Fault is certainly more hainous in
                    the former than in the latter.</p>
                <p>Upon the whole, I conclude, that it will be impossible to lash any Vice, of which
                    the Men are not equally guilty with the Women, and consequently deserve an equal
                    (if not a greater) Share in the Censure. However, I <ref corresp="exhort" target="exhort_">exhort</ref> both to amend, where both are <ref corresp="culpable" target="culpable_">culpable</ref>, otherwise they may
                    expect to be severely handled by Sir, Your Humble Servant,</p>
                <p>SILENCE DOGOOD</p>
                <p>
                            <hi rend="italic">N.B.</hi> Mrs. Dogood has lately left her Seat in the Country,
                    and come to Boston, where she intends to <ref target="tarry_" corresp="tarry">tarry</ref> for the Summer Season, in order to compleat her Observations of
                    the present reigning Vices of the Town.</p>
            </div>
            <div>
                <head> June 11, 1722 [No. 6] <ref corresp="senecatrans" target="senecatrans_">
                                <hi rend="italic">Quem Dies videt veniens Superbum, Hunc Dies vidit fugiens
                            jacentem.</hi> Seneca.</ref> To the Author of the <hi rend="italic">New-England Courant</hi>. </head>
                <p>Sir,</p>
                <p>Among the many reigning Vices of the Town which may at any Time come under my
                    Consideration and Reprehension, there is none which I am more inclin'd to expose
                    than that of <hi rend="italic">Pride</hi>. It is acknowledg'd by all to be a
                    Vice the most hateful to God and Man. Even those who nourish it in themselves,
                    hate to see it in others. The proud Man aspires after Nothing less than an
                    unlimited Superiority over his Fellow-Creatures. He has made himself a King in
                        <ref corresp="soliloquy" target="soliloquy_">
                                <hi rend="italic">Soliloquy</hi>S</ref>; fancies himself conquering the World; and the
                    Inhabitants thereof consulting on proper Methods to acknowledge his Merit. I
                    speak it to my Shame, I my self was a Queen from the Fourteenth to the
                    Eighteenth Year of my Age, and govern'd the World all the Time of my being
                    govern'd by my Master. But this speculative Pride may be the Subject of another
                    Letter: I shall at present confine my Thoughts to what we call <hi rend="italic">Pride of Apparel</hi>. This Sort of Pride has been growing upon us ever
                    since we parted with our Homespun Cloaths for <ref corresp="penny" target="penny_">
                                <hi rend="italic">Fourteen Penny Stuffs</hi>
                            </ref>, &amp;c.
                    And the <hi rend="italic">Pride of Apparel</hi> has <ref corresp="begot" target="begot_">begot</ref> and nourish'd in us a <hi rend="italic">Pride of
                        Heart</hi>, which <ref corresp="portend" target="portend_">portends</ref>
                    the Ruin of Church and State. <hi rend="italic">Pride goeth before Destruction,
                        and a haughty Spirit before a Fall</hi>: And I remember my late Reverend
                    Husband would often say upon this Text, That a Fall was the <hi rend="italic">natural Consequence</hi>, as well as <hi rend="italic">Punishment</hi> of
                    Pride. Daily Experience is sufficient to <ref corresp="evince" target="evince_">evince</ref> the Truth of this Observation. Persons of small Fortune under
                    the Dominion of this Vice, seldom consider their Inability to maintain
                    themselves in it, but strive to imitate their Superiors in Estate, or Equals in
                    Folly, until one Misfortune comes upon the Neck of another, and every Step they
                    take is a Step backwards. By striving to appear rich they become really poor,
                    and deprive themselves of that Pity and Charity which is due to the humble poor
                    Man, who is made so more immediately by Providence.</p>
                <p>This Pride of Apparel will appear the more foolish, if we consider, that those
                    airy Mortals, who have no other Way of making themselves considerable but by
                    gorgeous Apparel, draw after them Crowds of Imitators, who hate each other while
                    they endeavour after a Similitude of Manners. They destroy by Example, and envy
                    one another's Destruction.</p>
                <p>I cannot dismiss this Subject without some Observations on a particular Fashion
                    now reigning among my own Sex, the most immodest and inconvenient of any the Art
                    of Woman has invented, namely, that of <ref corresp="hoop" target="hoop_">
                                <hi rend="italic">Hoop-Petticoats</hi>
                            </ref>. By these they are <ref corresp="incommoded" target="incommoded_">incommoded</ref> in their General
                    and Particular Calling, and therefore they cannot answer the Ends of either
                    necessary or ornamental Apparel. These monstrous topsy-turvy <ref corresp="mortar" target="mortar_">
                                <hi rend="italic">Mortar-Pieces</hi>
                            </ref>, are neither fit for the Church, the Hall, or the
                    Kitchen; and if a Number of them were well mounted on <ref corresp="noddles" target="noddles_">Noddles-Island</ref>, they would look more like Engines of
                    War for bombarding the Town, than Ornaments of the Fair Sex. An honest Neighbour
                    of mine, happening to be in Town some time since on a publick Day, inform'd me,
                    that he saw four Gentlewomen with their Hoops half mounted in a Balcony, as they
                    withdrew to the Wall, to the great Terror of the Militia, who (he thinks) might
                    attribute their irregular Volleys to the formidable Appearance of the Ladies
                    Petticoats.</p>
                <p>I assure you, Sir, I have but little Hopes of perswading my Sex, by this Letter,
                    utterly to relinquish the extravagant Foolery, and Indication of Immodesty, in
                    this monstrous Garb of their's; but I would at least desire them to lessen the
                    Circumference of their Hoops, and leave it with them to consider, Whether they,
                    who pay no Rates or Taxes, ought to take up more Room in the King's High-Way,
                    than the Men, who yearly contribute to the Support of the Government. I am, Sir,
                    Your Humble Servant,</p>
                <p>SILENCE DOGOOD.</p>
            </div>
            <div>
                <head> June 25, 1722 [No. 7] <ref corresp="watts" target="watts_">
                                <lg>
                            <l>Give me the Muse, whose generous Force,</l>
                            <l>Impatient of the Reins,</l>
                            <l>Pursues an unattempted Course,</l>
                            <l>Breaks all the Criticks Iron Chains.</l>
                        </lg> Watts.</ref> To the Author of the <hi rend="italic">New-England
                        Courant</hi>. </head>
                <!-- PERHAPS an opening note about the satirical tone in this which I assume is mostly lost on the people of today. -->
                <p>Sir,</p>
                <p>It has been the Complaint of many Ingenious Foreigners, who have travell'd
                    amongst us, <hi rend="italic">That good Poetry is not to be expected in
                        New-England</hi>. I am apt to Fancy, the Reason is, not because our
                    Countreymen are altogether void of a Poetical Genius, nor yet because we have
                    not those Advantages of Education which other Countries have, but purely because
                    we do not afford that Praise and Encouragement which is merited, when any thing
                    extraordinary of this Kind is produc'd among us: Upon which Consideration I have
                    determined, when I meet with a Good Piece of New-England Poetry, to give it a
                    suitable <ref corresp="encomium" target="encomium_">Encomium</ref>, and thereby
                    endeavour to discover to the World some of its Beautys, in order to encourage
                    the Author to go on, and bless the World with more, and more Excellent
                    Productions.</p>
                <p>There has lately appear'd among us a most Excellent Piece of Poetry, entituled,
                        <hi rend="italic">An Elegy upon the much Lamented Death of Mrs. Mehitebell
                        Kitel, Wife of Mr. John Kitel of Salem, &amp;c</hi>. It may justly be said
                    in its Praise, without Flattery to the Author, that it is the most <hi rend="italic">Extraordinary</hi> Piece that ever was wrote in New-England.
                    The Language is so soft and Easy, the Expression so moving and pathetick, but
                    above all, the Verse and Numbers so Charming and Natural, that it is almost
                    beyond Comparison,</p>

                <lg>
                    <l>The Muse disdains</l>
                    <l>Those Links and Chains,</l>
                    <l>Measures and Rules of vulgar Strains,</l>
                    <l>
                                <hi rend="italic">And o'er the Laws of Harmony a Sovereign Queen she
                            reigns.</hi>
                            </l>
                </lg>


                <p>I find no English Author, Ancient or Modern, whose Elegies may be compar'd with
                    this, in respect to the Elegance of Stile, or Smoothness of Rhime; and for the
                    affecting Part, I will leave your Readers to judge, if ever they read any Lines,
                    that would sooner make them <hi rend="italic">draw their Breath</hi> and Sigh,
                    if not shed Tears, than these following.</p>

                <lg>
                    <l>Come let us mourn, for we have lost a Wife, a Daughter, and <hi rend="italic">a Sister</hi>,</l>
                    <l>Who has lately taken Flight, and greatly we have mist her.</l>
                </lg>

                <p>In another Place,</p>

                <lg>
                    <l>
                                <hi rend="italic">Some little Time</hi> before she yielded up her Breath,</l>
                    <l>
                                <hi rend="italic">She said, I ne'er shall hear one Sermon more on
                        Earth</hi>.</l>
                    <l>She kist her Husband <hi rend="italic">some little Time</hi>before she
                        expir'd,</l>
                    <l>Then lean'd her Head the Pillow on, just out of Breath and tir'd.</l>
                </lg>

                <p>But the Threefold <ref corresp="appellation" target="appellation_">Appellation</ref> in the first Line</p>

                <lg>
                    <l>a Wife, a Daughter, and a Sister,</l>
                </lg>

                <p>must not pass unobserved. That Line in the celebrated Watts,</p>
                <lg>
                    <l>Gunston <hi rend="italic">the Just</hi>, <hi rend="italic">the Generous</hi>,
                            <hi rend="italic">and the Young</hi>, </l>
                </lg>


                <p>is nothing Comparable to it. The latter only mentions three Qualifications of <hi rend="italic">one</hi> Person who was deceased, which therefore could raise
                    Grief and Compassion but for <hi rend="italic">One</hi>. Whereas the former,
                        (<hi rend="italic">our most excellent Poet</hi>) gives his Reader a Sort of
                    an Idea of the Death of <hi rend="italic">Three Persons</hi>, viz.</p>

                <lg>
                    <l>a Wife, a Daughter, and a Sister,</l>
                </lg>

                <p>which is <hi rend="italic">Three Times</hi> as great a Loss as the Death of <hi rend="italic">One</hi>, and consequently must raise <hi rend="italic">Three
                        Times</hi> as much Grief and Compassion in the Reader.</p>
                <p>I should be very much straitned for Room, if I should attempt to discover even
                    half the Excellencies of this Elegy which are obvious to me. Yet I cannot omit
                    one Observation, which is, that the Author has (to his Honour) invented a new
                    Species of Poetry, which wants a Name, and was never before known. His Muse
                    scorns to be confin'd to the old Measures and Limits, or to observe the dull
                    Rules of Criticks;</p>

                <lg>
                    <l>
                                <hi rend="italic">Nor <ref corresp="rapin" target="rapin_">Rapin</ref> gives
                            her Rules to fly, nor <ref corresp="purcell" target="purcell_">Purcell</ref> Notes to sing</hi>. Watts.</l>
                </lg>

                <p>Now 'tis Pity that such an Excellent Piece should not be dignify'd with a
                    particular Name; and seeing it cannot justly be called, either <ref corresp="greekstyle" target="greekstyle_">
                                <hi rend="italic">Epic</hi>, <hi rend="italic">Sapphic</hi>, <hi rend="italic">Lyric</hi>, or <hi rend="italic">Pindaric</hi>
                            </ref>, nor any other Name yet invented, I
                    presume it may, (in Honour and Remembrance of the Dead) be called the <ref corresp="kitelic" target="kitelic_">Kitelic</ref>. Thus much in the Praise
                    of <hi rend="italic">Kitelic Poetry</hi>.</p>
                <p>It is certain, that those Elegies which are of our own Growth, (and our Soil
                    seldom produces any other sort of Poetry) are by far the greatest part,
                    wretchedly Dull and Ridiculous. Now since it is imagin'd by many, that our Poets
                    are honest, well-meaning Fellows, who do their best, and that if they had but
                    some Instructions how to govern Fancy with Judgment, they would make indifferent
                    good Elegies; I shall here <ref corresp="subjoin" target="subjoin_">subjoin</ref> a <ref corresp="receipt" target="receipt_">Receipt</ref> for
                    that purpose, which was left me as a Legacy, (among other valuable Rarities) by
                    my Reverend Husband. It is as follows,</p>

                <lg>
                    <l>A RECEIPT to make a New-England Funeral ELEGY.</l>
                </lg>


                <p>
                            <hi rend="italic">For the Title of your Elegy</hi>. Of these you may have enough
                    ready made to your Hands; but if you should chuse to make it your self, you must
                    be sure not to omit the Words <ref corresp="aetatis" target="aetatis_">
                                <hi rend="italic">Aetatis Suae</hi>
                            </ref>, which will Beautify it
                    exceedingly.</p>
                <p>
                            <hi rend="italic">For the Subject of your Elegy</hi>. Take one of your Neighbours
                    who has lately departed this Life; it is no great matter at what Age the Party
                    dy'd, but it will be best if he went away suddenly, being <hi rend="italic">Kill'd</hi>, <hi rend="italic">Drown'd</hi>, or <hi rend="italic">Froze to
                        Death</hi>.</p>
                <p>Having chose the Person, take all his Virtues, Excellencies, &amp;c. and if he
                    have not enough, you may borrow some to make up a sufficient Quantity: To these
                    add his last Words, dying Expressions, &amp;c. if they are to be had; mix all
                    these together, and be sure you <hi rend="italic">strain</hi> them well. Then
                    season all with a Handful or two of Melancholly Expressions, such as, <hi rend="italic">Dreadful</hi>, <hi rend="italic">Deadly</hi>, <hi rend="italic">cruel cold Death</hi>, <hi rend="italic">unhappy Fate</hi>,
                        <hi rend="italic">weeping Eyes</hi>, &amp;c. Have mixed all these
                    Ingredients well, put them into the empty <ref corresp="scull" target="scull_">Scull</ref> of some <hi rend="italic">young Harvard</hi>; (but in Case you
                    have ne'er a One at Hand, you may use your own,) there let them Ferment for the
                    Space of a Fortnight, and by that Time they will be incorporated into a Body,
                    which take out, and having prepared a sufficient Quantity of double Rhimes, such
                    as, <hi rend="italic">Power</hi>, <hi rend="italic">Flower</hi>; <hi rend="italic">Quiver</hi>, <hi rend="italic">Shiver</hi>; <hi rend="italic">Grieve us</hi>, <hi rend="italic">Leave us</hi>; <hi rend="italic">tell
                        you</hi>, <hi rend="italic">excel you</hi>; <hi rend="italic">Expeditions</hi>, <hi rend="italic">Physicians</hi>; <hi rend="italic">Fatigue him</hi>, <hi rend="italic">Intrigue him</hi>; &amp;c. you must
                    spread all upon Paper, and if you can procure a Scrap of Latin to put at the
                    End, it will garnish it mightily; then having affixed your Name at the Bottom,
                    with a <ref corresp="moestus" target="moestus_">
                                <hi rend="italic">Moestus
                            Composuit</hi>
                            </ref>, you will have an Excellent Elegy.</p>
                <p>
                            <ref corresp="notabene" target="notabene_">
                                <hi rend="italic">N.B.</hi>
                            </ref> This
                    Receipt will serve when a Female is the Subject of your Elegy, provided you
                    borrow a greater Quantity of Virtues, Excellencies, &amp;c. Sir, Your
                    Servant,</p>
                <p>Silence Dogood</p>
                <p>p.s. I shall make no other Answer to <ref corresp="hypercarpus" target="hypercarpus_">Hypercarpus's Criticism on my last Letter</ref> than
                    this, <ref corresp="mater" target="mater_">
                                <hi rend="italic">Mater me genuit,
                            peperit mox filia matrem.</hi>
                            </ref>.</p>
            </div>
            <div>
                <head> July 9, 1722 [No. 8] To the Author of the <hi rend="italic">New-England
                        Courant</hi>. </head>
                <p>Sir,</p>
                <p>I prefer the following Abstract from the London Journal to any Thing of my own,
                    and therefore shall present it to your Readers this week without any further
                    Preface.</p>
                <p>"Without Freedom of Thought, there can be no such Thing as Wisdom; and no such
                    Thing as publick Liberty, without Freedom of Speech; which is the Right of every
                    Man, as far as by it, he does not hurt or controul the Right of another: And
                    this is the only Check it ought to suffer, and the only Bounds it ought to
                    know.</p>
                <p>"This sacred Privilege is so essential to free Goverments, that the Security of
                    Property, and the Freedom of Speech always go together; and in those wretched
                    Countries where a Man cannot call his Tongue his own, he can scarce call any
                    Thing else his own. Whoever would overthrow the Liberty of a Nation, must begin
                    by subduing the Freeness of Speech; a <hi rend="italic">Thing</hi> terrible to
                    Publick Traytors.</p>
                <p>"This Secret was so well known to the Court of <ref corresp="charles" target="charles_">King Charles the First</ref>, that his wicked Ministry
                    procured a Proclamation, to forbid the People to talk of Parliaments, which
                    those Traytors had laid aside. To assert the undoubted Right of the Subject, and
                    defend his Majesty's legal Prerogative, was called <ref corresp="disaffection" target="disaffection_">Disaffection</ref>, and punished as <ref corresp="sedition" target="sedition_">Sedition</ref>. Nay, People were
                    forbid to talk of Religion in their Families: For the Priests had combined with
                    the Ministers to cook up Tyranny, and suppress Truth and the Law, while <ref corresp="james" target="james_">the late King James</ref>, when Duke of
                    York, went avowedly to Mass, Men were fined, imprisoned and undone, for saying
                    he was a <ref corresp="papist" target="papist_">Papist</ref>: And that <ref corresp="charlesii" target="charlesii_">King Charles the Second</ref> might
                    live more securely a Papist, there was an Act of Parliament made, declaring it
                    Treason to say that he was one.</p>
                <p>"That Men ought to speak well of <hi rend="italic">their Governours</hi> is true,
                    while <hi rend="italic">their Governours</hi> deserve to be well spoken of; but
                    to do publick Mischief, without hearing of it, is only the Prerogative and <ref corresp="felicity" target="felicity_">Felicity</ref> of Tyranny: A free
                    People will be shewing that they are <hi rend="italic">so</hi>, by their Freedom
                    of Speech.</p>
                <p>"The Administration of Government, is nothing else but the Attendance of the <hi rend="italic">Trustees of the People</hi> upon the Interest and Affairs of
                    the People: And as it is the Part and Business of the People, for whose Sake
                    alone all publick Matters are, or ought to be transacted, to see whether they be
                    well or ill transacted; so it is the Interest, and ought to be the Ambition, of
                    all honest Magistrates, to have their Deeds openly examined, and publickly
                    scann'd: Only the <hi rend="italic">wicked Governours</hi> of Men dread what is
                    said of them; <ref corresp="audivit" target="audivit_">
                                <hi rend="italic">Audivit
                            Tiberius probra queis lacerabitur, atque</hi> perculsus est</ref>. The
                    publick Censure was true, else he had not felt it bitter.</p>
                <p>Freedom of Speech is ever the Symptom, as well as the Effect of a good
                    Government. In old Rome, all was left to the Judgment and Pleasure of the
                    People, who examined the publick Proceedings with such Discretion, and censured
                    those who administred them with such Equity and Mildness, that in the space of
                    Three Hundred Years, not five publick Ministers suffered unjustly. Indeed
                    whenever the <hi rend="italic">Commons</hi> proceeded to Violence, the great
                    Ones had been the Agressors.</p>
                <p>
                            <hi rend="italic">"Guilt</hi> only dreads Liberty of Speech, which drags it out
                    of its lurking Holes, and exposes its Deformity and Horrour to Daylight."
                    Horatius, <ref corresp="valerius" target="valerius_">Valerius</ref>, <ref corresp="cincinnatus" target="cincinnatus_">Cincinnatus</ref>, and other
                    vertuous and undesigning Magistrates of the Roman Commonwealth, had nothing to
                    fear from Liberty of Speech. <hi rend="italic">Their virtuous</hi>
                    Administration, the more it was examin'd, the more it brightned and gain'd by
                    Enquiry. When Valerius in particular, was accused upon some slight grounds of
                    affecting the <ref corresp="diadem" target="diadem_">Diadem</ref>; he, who was
                    the first Minister of Rome, does not accuse the People for examining his
                    Conduct, but approved his Innocence in a Speech to them; and gave such
                    Satisfaction to them, and gained such Popularity to himself, that they gave him
                    a new Name; <ref corresp="cognomen" target="cognomen_">
                                <hi rend="italic">inde
                            cognomen factum Publicolae est</hi>
                            </ref>; to denote that he was their
                    Favourite and their Friend. <ref corresp="livytrans" target="livytrans_">
                                <hi rend="italic">Latae deinde leges — Ante omnes de provocatione</hi>
                        Adversus Magistratus Ad Populum, Livii, lib. 2. Cap. 8.</ref>
                        </p>
                <p>"But Things afterwards took another Turn. Rome, with the Loss of its Liberty,
                    lost also its Freedom of Speech; then Mens Words began to be feared and watched;
                    and then first began the <hi rend="italic">poysonous Race of Informers</hi>,
                    banished indeed under the righteous Administration of Titus, Narva, Trajan,
                    Aurelius, &amp;c. but encouraged and enriched under the <hi rend="italic">vile
                        Ministry</hi> of Sejanus, Tigillinus, Pallas, and Cleander: <ref corresp="plinytrans" target="plinytrans_">
                                <hi rend="italic">Queri libet,
                            quod in secreta nostra non inquirant principes, nisi quos Odimus</hi>,
                        says Pliny to Trajan</ref>.</p>
                <p>"The best Princes have ever encouraged and promoted Freedom of Speech; they know
                    that upright Measures would defend themselves, and that all upright Men would
                    defend them. <ref corresp="tacitus" target="tacitus_">Tacitus</ref>, speaking of
                    the Reign of some of the Princes abovemention'd, says with Extasy, <hi rend="italic">Rara Temporum felicitate, ubi sentire quae velis, &amp; quae
                        sentias dicere licet</hi>A blessed Time when you might think what you would,
                    and speak what you thought.</p>
                <p>"I doubt not but old Spencer and his Son, who were the <hi rend="italic">Chief
                        Ministers</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Betrayers</hi> of <ref corresp="edwardii" target="edwardii_">Edward the Second</ref>, would have
                    been very glad to have stopped the Mouths of all the honest Men in England. They
                    dreaded to be called <hi rend="italic">Traytors</hi>, because they were <hi rend="italic">Traytors</hi>. And I dare say, <ref corresp="walsingham" target="walsingham_">Queen Elizabeth's Walsingham</ref>, who deserved no
                    Reproaches, feared none. Misrepresentation of publick Measures is easily
                    overthrown, by representing publick Measures truly; when they are honest, they
                    ought to be publickly known, that they may be publickly commended; but if they
                    are <ref corresp="knavish" target="knavish_">knavish</ref> or <ref corresp="pernicious" target="pernicious_">pernicious</ref>, they ought to be
                    publickly exposed, in order to be publickly detested." Yours, &amp;c.,</p>
                <p>SILENCE DOGOOD.</p>
            </div>
            <div>
                <head> July 23, 1722 [No. 9] <ref corresp="corruptio" target="corruptio_">Corruptio
                        optimi est pessima</ref>. To the Author of the <hi rend="italic">New-England
                        Courant</hi>. </head>
                <p>Sir,</p>
                <p>It has been for some Time a Question with me, Whether a Commonwealth suffers more
                    by hypocritical Pretenders to Religion, or by the openly <ref corresp="profane" target="profane_">Profane</ref>? But some late Thoughts of this Nature, have
                    inclined me to think, that the Hypocrite is the most dangerous Person of the
                    Two, especially if he sustains a Post in the Government, and we consider his
                    Conduct as it regards the Publick. The first <ref corresp="artifice" target="artifice_">Artifice</ref> of a <hi rend="italic">State
                        Hypocrite</hi> is, by a few savoury Expressions which cost him Nothing, to
                    betray the best Men in his Country into an Opinion of his Goodness; and if the
                    Country wherein he lives is noted for the Purity of Religion, he the more easily
                    gains his End, and consequently may more justly be expos'd and detested. A
                    notoriously profane Person in a private Capacity, ruins himself, and perhaps
                    forwards the Destruction of a few of his Equals; but a publick Hypocrite every
                    day deceives his betters, and makes them the Ignorant <ref corresp="trumpeters" target="trumpeters_">Trumpeters</ref> of his supposed Godliness: They take
                    him for a Saint, and pass him for one, without considering that they are (as it
                    were) the Instruments of publick Mischief out of Conscience, and ruin their
                    Country for God's sake.</p>
                <p>This Political Description of a Hypocrite, may (for ought I know) be taken for a
                    new Doctrine by some of your Readers; but let them consider, that a <hi rend="italic">little Religion, and a little Honesty, goes a great way in
                        Courts</hi>. 'Tis not inconsistent with Charity to distrust a Religious Man
                    in Power, tho' he may be a good Man; he has many Temptations "to propagate <hi rend="italic">publick Destruction for Personal Advantages</hi> and
                    Security": And if his Natural Temper be covetous, and his Actions often
                    contradict his pious Discourse, we may with great Reason conclude, that he has
                    some other Design in his Religion besides barely getting to Heaven. But the most
                    dangerous Hypocrite in a Common-Wealth, is one <hi rend="italic">who leaves the
                        Gospel for the sake of the Law</hi>: A Man compounded of Law and Gospel, is
                    able to cheat a whole Country with his Religion, and then destroy them under
                        <ref corresp="colour" target="colour_">
                                <hi rend="italic">Colour of
                        Law</hi>
                            </ref>: And here the Clergy are in great Danger of being deceiv'd,
                    and the People of being deceiv'd by the Clergy, until the Monster arrives to
                    such Power and Wealth, that he is out of the reach of both, and can oppress the
                    People without their own blind Assistance. And it is a sad Observation, that
                    when the People too late see their Error, yet the Clergy still persist in their
                        <ref corresp="encomium2" target="encomium2_">Encomiums</ref> on the
                    Hypocrite; and when he happens to die <hi rend="italic">for the Good of his
                        Country</hi>, without leaving behind him the Memory of <hi rend="italic">one
                        good Action</hi>, he shall be sure to have his Funeral Sermon stuff'd with
                        <hi rend="italic">Pious Expressions</hi> which he dropt at such a Time, and
                    at such a Place, and on such an Occasion; than which nothing can be more
                    prejudicial to the Interest of Religion, nor indeed to the Memory of the Person
                    deceas'd. The Reason of this Blindness in the Clergy is, because they are
                    honourably supported (as they ought to be) by their People, and see nor feel
                    nothing of the Oppression which is obvious and burdensome to every one else.</p>
                <p>But this Subject raises in me an <ref corresp="indignation" target="indignation_">Indignation</ref> not to be born; and if we have had, or are like to have
                    any Instances of this Nature in New England, we cannot better manifest our Love
                    to Religion and the Country, than by setting the Deceivers in a true Light, and
                    undeceiving the Deceived, however such Discoveries may be represented by the
                    ignorant or designing Enemies of our Peace and Safety.</p>
                <p>I shall conclude with a Paragraph or two from an ingenious Political Writer in
                    the <hi rend="italic">London Journal</hi>, the better to convince your Readers,
                    that Publick Destruction may be easily carry'd on by <hi rend="italic">hypocritical Pretenders to Religion</hi>.</p>
                <p>"A raging Passion for immoderate Gain had made Men universally and intensely
                    hard-hearted: They were every where devouring one another. And yet the Directors
                    and their Accomplices, who were the acting Instruments of all this outrageous
                    Madness and Mischief, set up for wonderful pious Persons, while they were
                    defying Almighty God, and plundering Men; and they set apart a Fund of
                    Subscriptions for charitable Uses; that is, they mercilessly made a whole People
                    Beggars, and charitably supported a few <hi rend="italic">necessitous and
                        worthless</hi> Favourites. I doubt not, but if the Villany had gone on with
                    Success, they would have had their Names handed down to Posterity with
                    Encomiums; as the Names of other <hi rend="italic">publick Robbers</hi> have
                    been! We have <hi rend="italic">Historians</hi> and Ode Makers now living, very
                    proper for such a Task. It is certain, that most People did, at one Time,
                    believe the <hi rend="italic">Directors</hi> to be <hi rend="italic">great and
                        worthy Persons</hi>. And an honest Country Clergyman told me last Summer,
                    upon the Road, that Sir John was an excellent publick-spirited Person, for that
                    he had beautified his <ref corresp="chancel" target="chancel_">Chancel</ref>.</p>
                <p>"Upon the whole we must not judge of one another by their best Actions; since the
                    worst Men do some Good, and all Men make fine Professions: But we must judge of
                    Men by the whole of their Conduct, and the Effects of it. Thorough Honesty
                    requires great and long Proof, since many a Man, long thought honest, has at
                    length proved a <ref corresp="knave" target="knave_">Knave</ref>. And it is from
                    judging without Proof, or false Proof, that Mankind continue Unhappy." I am,
                    Sir, Your humble Servant,</p>
                <p>SILENCE DOGOOD.</p>
            </div>
            <div>
                <head> August 13, 1722 [No. 10] <ref corresp="cicerotrans2" target="cicerotrans2_">
                                <hi rend="italic">Optimè societas hominum servabitur</hi>. Cic.</ref>
                    To the Author of the <hi rend="italic">New-England Courant</hi>. </head>

                <p>Sir,</p>
                <p>Discoursing lately with an intimate Friend of mine of the lamentable Condition of
                    Widows, he put into my Hands a Book, wherein the ingenious Author proposes (I
                    think) a certain Method for their Relief. I have often thought of some such
                    Project for their Benefit my self, and intended to communicate my Thoughts to
                    the Publick; but to prefer my own Proposals to what follows, would be rather an
                    Argument of Vanity in me than Good Will to the many Hundreds of my
                    Fellow-Sufferers now in New-England.</p>

                <p>“We have (says he) abundance of Women, who have been Bred well, and Liv’d well,
                    Ruin’d in a few Years, and perhaps, left Young, with a House full of Children,
                    and nothing to Support them; which falls generally upon the Wives of the
                    Inferior Clergy, or of Shopkeepers and <ref corresp="artificer" target="artificer_">Artificers</ref>.</p>
                <p>“They marry Wives with perhaps <ref corresp="portion" target="portion_">£300 to
                        £1000 Portion</ref>, and can settle no <ref corresp="jointure" target="jointure_">Jointure</ref> upon them; either they are Extravagant and
                    Idle, and Waste it, or Trade decays, or Losses, or a Thousand Contingences
                    happen to bring a Tradesman to Poverty, and he Breaks; the Poor Young Woman, it
                    may be, has Three or Four Children, and is driven to a thousand shifts, while he
                    lies in the <ref corresp="mint" target="mint_">Mint</ref> or <ref corresp="fryar" target="fryar_">Fryars</ref> under the <hi rend="italic">Dilemma</hi> of a Statute of Bankrupt; but if he Dies, then she is
                    absolutely Undone, unless she has Friends to go to.</p>
                <p>“Suppose an Office to be Erected, to be call’d <hi rend="italic">An Office of
                        Ensurance for Widows</hi>, upon the following Conditions;</p>
                <p>“Two thousand Women, or their Husbands for them, Enter their Names into a
                    Register to be kept for that purpose, with the Names, Age, and Trade of their
                    Husbands, with the Place of their abode, Paying at the Time of their Entring
                        <ref corresp="britcash" target="britcash_">5<hi rend="italic">s</hi>
                            </ref>.
                    down with 1<hi rend="italic">s</hi>. 4<hi rend="italic">d</hi>. <hi rend="italic">per</hi> Quarter, which is to the setting up and support of an
                    Office with Clerks, and all proper Officers for the same; <hi rend="italic">for
                        there is no maintaining such without Charge</hi>; they receive every one of
                    them a Certificate, Seal’d by the Secretary of the Office, and Sign’d by the
                    Governors, for the Articles hereafter mentioned.</p>
                <p>“If any one of the Women becomes a Widow, at any Time after Six Months from the
                    Date of her Subscription, upon due Notice given, and Claim made at the Office in
                    form, as shall be directed, she shall receive within Six Months after such Claim
                    made, the Sum of £500 in Money, without any Deductions, saving some small Fees
                    to the Officers, which the Trustees must settle, that they may be known.</p>
                <p>“In Consideration of this, every Woman so Subscribing, Obliges her self to Pay as
                    often as any Member of the Society becomes a Widow, the due Proportion or Share
                    allotted to her to Pay, towards the £500 for the said Widow, provided her Share
                    does not exceed the Sum of 5<hi rend="italic">s</hi>.</p>
                <p>“No Seamen or Soldiers Wives to be accepted into such a Proposal as this, on the
                    Account before mention’d, because the Contingences of their Lives are not equal
                    to others, unless they will admit this general Exception, supposing they do not
                    Die out of the Kingdom.</p>
                <p>“It might also be an Exception, That if the Widow, that Claim’d, had really, <ref corresp="bonafide" target="bonafide_">
                                <hi rend="italic">bona
                    fide</hi>
                            </ref>,left her by her Husband to her own use, clear of all Debts and
                    Legacies, £2000 she shou’d have no Claim; the Intent being to Aid the Poor, not
                    add to the Rich. But there lies a great many Objections against such an Article:
                    As</p>

                <lg>
                    <l>“1. It may tempt some to <ref corresp="forswear" target="forswear_">forswear</ref> themselves.</l>
                    <l>“2. People will Order their Wills so as to <ref corresp="defraud" target="defraud_">defraud</ref> the Exception.</l>
                </lg>

                <p>“One Exception must be made; and that is, Either very unequal Matches, as when a
                    Woman of Nineteen Marries an old Man of Seventy; or Women who have <ref corresp="infirm" target="infirm_">infirm</ref> Husbands, I mean known and
                    publickly so. To remedy which, Two things are to be done.</p>

                <lg>
                    <l>“[1.] The Office must have moving Officers without doors, who shall inform
                        themselves of such matters, and if any such Circumstances appear, the Office
                        should have 14 days time to return their Money, and declare their
                        Subscriptions Void.</l>
                    <l>“2. No Woman whose Husband had any visible <ref corresp="distemper" target="distemper_">Distemper</ref>, should claim under a Year after her
                        Subscription.</l>

                </lg>

                <p>“One grand Objection against this Proposal, is, How you will oblige People to pay
                    either their Subscription, or their <ref corresp="quarteridge" target="quarteridge_">Quarteridge</ref>.</p>
                <p>“To this I answer, <hi rend="italic">By no Compulsion</hi> (tho’ that might be
                    perform’d too) but altogether voluntary; only with this Argument to move it,
                    that if they do not continue their Payments, they lose the Benefit of their past
                    Contributions.</p>
                <p>“I know it lies as a fair Objection against such a Project as this, That the
                    number of Claims are so uncertain, That no Body knows what they engage in, when
                    they Subscribe, for so many may die Annually out of Two Thousand, as may perhaps
                    make my Payment £20 or 25 <ref corresp="perannum" target="perannum_">
                                <hi rend="italic">per Ann</hi>
                            </ref>., and if a Woman happen to Pay that for
                    Twenty Years, though she receives the £500 at last she is a great Loser; but if
                    she dies before her Husband, she has lessened his Estate considerably, and
                    brought a great Loss upon him.</p>
                <p>“<hi rend="italic">First</hi>, I say to this, That I wou’d have such a Proposal
                    as this be so fair and easy, that if any Person who had Subscrib’d found the
                    Payments too high, and the Claims fall too often, it shou’d be at their Liberty
                    at any Time, upon Notice given, to be released and stand Oblig’d no longer; and
                    if so, <ref corresp="violenti" target="violenti_">
                                <hi rend="italic">Volenti non
                            fit Injuria</hi>
                            </ref>; every one knows best what their own
                    Circumstances will bear.</p>

                <p>“In the next Place, because Death is a Contingency, no Man can directly
                    Calculate, and all that Subscribe must take the Hazard; yet that a Prejudice
                    against this Notion may not be built on wrong Grounds, let’s examine a little
                    the Probable hazard, and see how many shall die Annually out of 2000
                    Subscribers, accounting by the common proportion of Burials, to the number of
                    the Living.</p>
                <p>“Sir William Petty in his <hi rend="italic">Political Arithmetick</hi>, by a very
                    Ingenious Calculation, brings the Account of Burials in London, to be 1 in 40
                    Annually, and proves it by all the proper Rules of proportion’d Computation; and
                    I’le take my Scheme from thence. If then One in Forty of all the People in
                    England should Die, that supposes Fifty to Die every Year out of our Two
                    Thousand Subscribers; and for a Woman to Contribute 5<hi rend="italic">s</hi>.
                    to every one, would certainly be to agree to Pay £12 10<hi rend="italic">s</hi>.
                        <hi rend="italic">per Ann</hi>. upon her Husband’s Life, to receive £500
                    when he Di’d, and lose it if she Di’d first; and yet this wou’d not be a hazard
                    beyond reason too great for the Gain.</p>
                <p>“But I shall offer some Reasons to prove this to be impossible in our Case;
                    First, Sir William Petty allows the City of London to contain about a Million of
                    People, and our Yearly Bill of Mortality never yet amounted to 25000 in the most
                    Sickly Years we have had, Plague Years excepted, sometimes but to 20000, which
                    is but One in Fifty: Now it is to be consider’d here, that Children and Ancient
                    People make up, one time with another, at least one third of our Bills of
                    Mortality; and our <hi rend="italic">Assurances</hi> lies upon none but the
                    Midling Age of the People, which is the only age wherein Life is any thing
                    steady; and if that be allow’d, there cannot Die by his Computation, above One
                    in Eighty of such People, every Year; but because I would be sure to leave Room
                    for Casualty, I’le allow one in Fifty shall Die out of our Number
                    Subscrib’d.</p>
                <p>“Secondly, It must be allow’d, that our Payments falling due only on the Death of
                    Husbands, this One in Fifty must not be reckoned upon the Two thousand; for ’tis
                    to be suppos’d at least as many Women shall die as Men, and then there is
                    nothing to Pay; so that One in Fifty upon One Thousand, is the most that I can
                    suppose shall claim the Contribution in a Year, which is Twenty Claims a Year at
                        5<hi rend="italic">s</hi>. each, and is £5 <hi rend="italic">per Ann</hi>.
                    and if a Woman pays this for Twenty Year, and claims at last, she is Gainer
                    enough, and no extraordinary Loser if she never claims at all: And I verily
                    believe any Office might undertake to demand at all Adventures not above £6 <hi rend="italic">per Ann</hi>. and secure the Subscriber £500 in case she come
                    to claim as a Widow.”</p>
                <p>I would leave this to the Consideration of all who are concern’d for their own or
                    their Neighbour’s <ref corresp="temporal" target="temporal_">Temporal</ref>
                    Happiness; and I am humbly of Opinion, that the Country is ripe for many such
                        <hi rend="italic">Friendly Societies</hi>, whereby every Man might help
                    another, without any Disservice to himself. We have many charitable Gentlemen
                    who Yearly give liberally to the Poor, and where can they better bestow their
                    Charity than on those who become so by Providence, and for ought they know on
                    themselves. But above all, the Clergy have the most need of coming into some
                    such Project as this. They as well as poor Men (according to the Proverb)
                    generally abound in Children; and how many Clergymen in the Country are forc’d
                    to labour in their Fields, to keep themselves in a Condition above Want? How
                    then shall they be able to leave any thing to their forsaken, dejected, and
                    almost forgotten Wives and Children. For my own Part, I have nothing left to
                    live on, but Contentment and a few Cows; and tho’ I cannot expect to be reliev’d
                    by this Project, yet it would be no small Satisfaction to me to see it put in
                    Practice for the Benefit of others. I am, Sir, &amp;c.</p>
                <p>SILENCE DOGOOD</p>
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            <div>
                <head> August 20, 1722 [No. 11] <ref corresp="unknownlatin" target="unknownlatin_">
                                <hi rend="italic">Neque licitum interea est meam amicam
                        visere.</hi>
                            </ref> To the Author of the <hi rend="italic">New-England
                        Courant</hi>. </head>
                <p>Sir,</p>
                <p>From a natural Compassion to my Fellow-Creatures, I have sometimes been betray'd
                    into Tears at the Sight of an Object of Charity, who by a bear <ref corresp="sic" target="sic_">[sic]</ref> Relation of his Circumstances,
                    seem'd to demand the Assistance of those about him. The following Petition
                    represents in so lively a Manner the forlorn State of a Virgin well stricken in
                    Years and Repentance, that I cannot forbear publishing it at this Time, with
                    some Advice to the Petitioner.</p>

                <p>
                            <hi rend="italic">To Mrs. Silence Dogood. </hi>
                        </p>
                <p>"1. That your Petitioner being puff'd up in her younger Years with a numerous
                    Train of Humble Servants, had the Vanity to think, that her extraordinary Wit
                    and Beauty would continually recommend her to the Esteem of the <ref corresp="gallant" target="gallant_">Gallants</ref>; and therefore as soon as
                    it came to be publickly known that any Gentleman address'd her, he was
                    immediately discarded.</p>
                <p>"2. That several of your Petitioners Humble Servants, who upon their being
                    rejected by her, were, to all Apperance in a dying Condition, have since
                    recover'd their Health, and been several Years married, to the great Surprize
                    and Grief of your Petitioner, who parted with them upon no other Conditions, but
                    that they should die or run distracted for her, as several of them faithfully
                    promis'd to do.</p>
                <p>"3. That your Petitioner finding her self disappointed in and neglected by her
                    former Adorers, and no new Offers appearing for some Years past, she has been
                    industriously contracting Acquaintance with several Families in Town and
                    Country, where any young Gentlemen or Widowers have resided, and endeavour'd to
                    appear as conversable as possible before them: She has likewise been a strict
                    Observer of the Fashion, and always appear'd well dress'd. And the better to
                    restore her decay'd Beauty, she has consum'd above <ref corresp="fiftylb" target="fiftylb_">Fifty Pound's Worth</ref> of the most approved <hi rend="italic">Cosmeticks</hi>. But all won't do.</p>
                <p>"Your Petitioner therefore most humbly prays, That you would be pleased to form a
                    Project for the Relief of all those <ref corresp="penitent" target="penitent_">penitent</ref> Mortals of the fair Sex, that are like to be punish'd with
                    their Virginity until old Age, for the Pride and Insolence of their Youth.</p>
                <p>"And your Petitioner (as in Duty bound) shall ever pray, &amp;c.</p>
                <p>Margaret Aftercast"</p>

                <p>Were I endow'd with the Faculty of Match-making, it should be improv'd for the
                    Benefit of Mrs. Margaret, and others in her Condition: But since my extream
                    Modesty and <ref corresp="taciturn" target="taciturn_">Taciturnity</ref>,
                    forbids an Attempt of this Nature, I would advise them to relieve themselves in
                    a Method of <hi rend="italic">Friendly Society</hi>; and that already publish'd
                    for Widows, I conceive would be a very proper Proposal for them, whereby every
                    single Woman, upon full Proof given of her continuing a Virgin for the Space of
                    Eighteen Years, (dating her Virginity from the Age of Twelve,) should be
                    entituled to £500 in ready Cash.</p>
                <p>But then it will be necessary to make the following Exceptions.</p>
                <p>1. That no Woman shall be admitted into the Society after she is Twenty Five
                    Years old, who has made a Practice of entertaining and discarding Humble
                    Servants, without sufficient Reason for so doing, until she has manifested her
                    Repentance in Writing under her Hand.</p>
                <p>2. No Member of the Society who has declar'd before two credible Witnesses, <hi rend="italic">That it is well known she has refus'd several good Offers
                        since the Time of her Subscribing</hi>, shall be entituled to the £500 when
                    she comes of Age; that is to say, <hi rend="italic">Thirty Years</hi>.</p>
                <p>3. No Woman, who after claiming and receiving, has had the good Fortune to marry,
                    shall entertain any Company with <ref corresp="encomium3" target="encomium3_">Encomiums</ref> on her Husband, above the Space of one Hour at a Time, upon
                    Pain of returning one half the Money into the Office, for the first Offence; and
                    upon the second Offence to return the Remainder. I am, Sir, Your Humble
                    Servant,</p>
                <p>SILENCE DOGOOD</p>

            </div>
            <div>
                <head> September 10, 1722 [No. 12] <ref corresp="cordi" target="cordi_">
                                <hi rend="italic">Quod est in cordi sobrii, est in ore ebrii</hi>
                            </ref>. To
                    the Author of the <hi rend="italic">New-England Courant</hi>. </head>
                <p>Sir,</p>
                <p>It is no unprofitable tho' unpleasant Pursuit, diligently to inspect and consider
                    the Manners and Conversation of Men, who, insensible of the greatest Enjoyments
                    of humane Life, abandon themselves to Vice from a false Notion of <hi rend="italic">Pleasure and good Fellowship</hi>. A true and natural
                    Representation of any Enormity, is often the best Argument against it and Means
                    of removing it, when the most severe Reprehensions alone, are found
                    ineffectual.</p>
                <p>I would in this letter improve the little Observation I have made on the Vice of
                        <hi rend="italic">Drunkeness</hi>, the better to reclaim the <hi rend="italic">good Fellows</hi> who usually pay the Devotions of the Evening
                    to <ref corresp="bacchus" target="bacchus_">Bacchus</ref>.</p>
                <p>I doubt not but <hi rend="italic">moderate Drinking</hi> has been improv'd for
                    the Diffusion of Knowledge among the ingenious Part of Mankind, who want the
                    Talent of a ready Utterance, in order to discover the Conceptions of their Minds
                    in an entertaining and intelligible Manner. 'Tis true, drinking does not <hi rend="italic">improve</hi> our Faculties, but it enables us to <hi rend="italic">use</hi> them; and therefore I conclude, that much Study and
                    Experience, and a little Liquor, are of absolute Necessity for some Tempers, in
                    order to make them accomplish'd Orators. Dic. Ponder discovers an excellent
                    Judgment when he is inspir'd with a Glass or two of <ref corresp="claret" target="claret_">
                                <hi rend="italic">Claret</hi>
                            </ref>, but he passes for a
                    Fool among those of small Observation, who never saw him the better for Drink.
                    And here it will not be improper to observe, That the moderate Use of Liquor,
                    and a well plac'd and well regulated Anger, often produce this same Effect; and
                    some who cannot ordinarily talk but in broken Sentences and false Grammar, do in
                    the Heat of Passion express themselves with as much Eloquence as Warmth. Hence
                    it is that my own Sex are generally the most eloquent, because the most
                    passionate. "It has been said in the Praise of some Men, (says an ingenious
                    Author,) that they could talk whole Hours together upon any thing; but it must
                    be owned to the Honour of the other Sex, that there are many among them who can
                    talk whole Hours together upon Nothing. I have known a Woman branch out into a
                    long <ref corresp="extempore" target="extempore_">extempore</ref> Dissertation
                    on the <ref corresp="edging" target="edging_">Edging of a Petticoat</ref>, and
                        <ref corresp="chide" target="chide_">chide</ref> her Servant for breaking a
                    China Cup, in all the Figures of Rhetorick."</p>
                <p>But after all it must be consider'd, that no Pleasure can give Satisfaction or
                    prove advantageous to a <hi rend="italic">reasonable Mind</hi>, which is not
                    attended with the <hi rend="italic">Restraints of Reason</hi>. Enjoyment is not
                    to be found by Excess in any sensual Gratification; but on the contrary, the
                    immoderate Cravings of the <ref corresp="voluptuary" target="voluptuary_">Voluptuary</ref>, are always succeeded with Loathing and a <ref corresp="palled" target="palled_">palled</ref> Appetite. What Pleasure can
                    the Drunkard have in the Reflection, that, while in his Cups, he retain'd only
                    the Shape of a Man, and acted the Part of a Beast; or that from reasonable
                    Discourse a few Minutes before, he descended to <ref corresp="impertinence2" target="impertinence2_">Impertinence</ref> and Nonsense?</p>
                <p>I cannot pretend to account for the different Effects of Liquor on Persons of
                    different Dispositions, who are guilty of Excess in the Use of it. 'Tis strange
                    to see Men of a regular Conversation become <ref corresp="rakish" target="rakish_">rakish</ref> and profane when intoxicated with Drink, and
                    yet more surprizing to observe, that some who appear to be the most <ref corresp="profligate" target="profligate_">profligate</ref> Wretches when
                    sober, become mighty religious in their Cups, and will then, and at no other
                    Time address their Maker, but when they are destitute of Reason, and actually
                        <ref corresp="affront" target="affront_">affronting</ref> him. Some shrink
                        <ref corresp="wetting" target="wetting_">in the Wetting</ref>, and others
                    swell to such an unusual Bulk in their Imaginations, that they can in an Instant
                    understand all Arts and Sciences, by the liberal Education of a little <ref corresp="vivifying" target="vivifying_">vivifying</ref>
                    <hi rend="italic">Punch</hi>, or a sufficient Quantity of other exhilerating
                    Liquor.</p>
                <p>And as the Effects of Liquor are various, so are the Characters given to its
                    Devourers. It argues some Shame in the Drunkards themselves, in that they have
                    invented numberless Words and Phrases to cover their Folly, whose proper
                    Significations are harmless, or have no Signification at all. They are seldom
                    known to be <hi rend="italic">drunk</hi>, tho' they are very often <ref corresp="drunk" target="drunk_">
                                <hi rend="italic">boozey, cogey, tipsey,
                            fox'd, merry, mellow, fuddl'd, groatable, Confoundedly cut, See two
                            Moons, are Among the Philistines, In a very good Humour, See the Sun,
                            or, The Sun has shone upon them; they Clip the King's English, are
                            Almost froze, Feavourish, In their Altitudes, Pretty well enter'd</hi>,
                        &amp;c</ref>. In short, every Day produces some new Word or Phrase which
                    might be added to the Vocabulary of the <ref corresp="tipler" target="tipler_">
                                <hi rend="italic">Tiplers</hi>
                            </ref>: But I have chose to mention these
                    few, because if at any Time a Man of Sobriety and Temperance happens to <hi rend="italic">cut himself confoundedly</hi>, or is <hi rend="italic">almost
                        froze</hi>, or <hi rend="italic">feavourish</hi>, or accidentally <hi rend="italic">sees the Sun</hi>, &amp;c. he may escape the <ref corresp="imputation" target="imputation_">Imputation</ref> of being <hi rend="italic">drunk</hi>, when his Misfortune comes to be related. I am Sir,
                    Your Humble Servant,</p>
                <p>SILENCE DOGOOD</p>

            </div>
            <div>
                <head> September 24, 1722 [No. 13] To the Author of the <hi rend="italic">New-England Courant</hi>. </head>
                <p>Sir,</p>
                <p>In Persons of a contemplative Disposition, the most indifferent Things provoke
                    the Exercise of the Imagination; and the Satisfactions which often arise to them
                    thereby, are a certain Relief to the Labour of the Mind (when it has been
                    intensely fix'd on more substantial Subjects) as well as to that of the
                    Body.</p>
                <p>In one of the late pleasant Moon-light Evenings, I so far indulg'd in my self the
                    Humour of the Town in walking abroad, as to continue from my Lodgings two or
                    three Hours later than usual, and was pleas'd beyond Expectation before my
                    Return. Here I found various Company to observe, and various Discourse to attend
                    to. I met indeed with the common Fate of <hi rend="italic">Listeners</hi>, (who
                        <hi rend="italic">hear no good of themselves</hi>,) but from a Consciousness
                    of my Innocence, receiv'd it with a Satisfaction beyond what the Love of
                    Flattery and the <ref corresp="daubing" target="daubing_">Daubings</ref> of a
                    Parasite could produce. The Company who rally'd me were about Twenty in Number,
                    of both Sexes; and tho' the <hi rend="italic">Confusion of Tongues</hi> (like
                    that of Babel) which always happens among so many <ref corresp="impetuous" target="impetuous_">impetuous</ref> Talkers, render'd their Discourse not so
                    intelligible as I could wish, I learnt thus much, That one of the Females
                    pretended to know me, from some Discourse she had heard at a certain House
                    before the Publication of one of my Letters; adding, <hi rend="italic">That I
                        was a Person of an ill Character, and kept a criminal Correspondence with a
                        Gentleman who assisted me in Writing</hi>. One of the <ref corresp="gallant2" target="gallant2_">Gallants</ref> clear'd me of this
                    random Charge, by saying, <hi rend="italic">That tho' I wrote in the Character
                        of a Woman, he knew me to be a Man; But</hi>, continu'd he, <hi rend="italic">he has more need of endeavouring a Reformation in himself,
                        than spending his Wit in satyrizing others</hi>.</p>
                <p>I had no sooner left this Set of <ref corresp="rambler" target="rambler_">Ramblers</ref>, but I met a Crowd of <ref corresp="tarpolins" target="tarpolins_">
                                <hi rend="italic">Tarpolins</hi>
                            </ref> and their <ref corresp="doxies" target="doxies_">Doxies</ref>, link'd to each other by the
                    Arms, who ran (by their own Account) after the Rate of <ref corresp="knot" target="knot_">
                                <hi rend="italic">Six Knots an Hour</hi>
                            </ref>, and bent
                    their Course towards the Common. Their eager and amorous Emotions of Body,
                    occasion'd by taking their Mistresses <hi rend="italic">in Tow</hi>, they call'd
                        <hi rend="italic">wild <ref corresp="steerage" target="steerage_">Steerage</ref>
                            </hi>: And as a Pair of them happen'd to trip and come to
                    the Ground, the Company were call'd upon to <hi rend="italic">bring to</hi>, for
                    that Jack and Betty were <hi rend="italic">founder'd</hi>. But this Fleet were
                    not less comical or irregular in their Progress than a Company of Females I soon
                    after came up with, who, by throwing their Heads to the Right and Left, at every
                    one who pass'd by them, I concluded came out with no other Design than to revive
                    the Spirit of Love in Disappointed Batchelors, and expose themselves to Sale to
                    the first Bidder.</p>
                <p>But it would take up too much Room in your Paper to mention all the Occasions of
                    Diversion I met with in this Night's <ref corresp="ramble" target="ramble_">Ramble</ref>. As it grew later, I observed, that many pensive Youths with
                    down Looks and a slow Pace, would be ever now and then crying out on the Cruelty
                    of their Mistresses; others with a more rapid Pace and chearful Air, would be
                    swinging their Canes and clapping their Cheeks, and whispering at certain
                    Intervals, <hi rend="italic">I'm certain I shall have her! This is more than I
                        expected! How charmingly she talks!</hi> &amp;c.</p>
                <p>Upon the whole I conclude, That our <hi rend="italic">Night-Walkers</hi> are a
                    Set of People, who contribute very much to the Health and Satisfaction of those
                    who have been fatigu'd with Business or Study, and occasionally observe their
                    pretty Gestures and <ref corresp="impertinence3" target="impertinence3_">Impertinencies</ref>. But among Men of Business, the <hi rend="italic">Shoemakers</hi>, and other Dealers in Leather, are doubly oblig'd to them,
                    inasmuch as they exceedingly promote the Consumption of their Ware: And I have
                    heard of a <hi rend="italic">Shoemaker</hi>, who being ask'd by a noted Rambler,
                        <hi rend="italic">Whether he could tell how long her Shoes would last</hi>;
                    very prettily answer'd, <hi rend="italic">That he knew how many Days she might
                        wear them, but not how many Nights; because they were then put to a more
                        violent and irregular Service than when she employ'd her self in the common
                        Affairs of the House</hi>. I am, Sir, Your Humble Servant,</p>
                <p>SILENCE DOGOOD</p>

            </div>
            <div>
                <head> October 8, 1722 [No. 14] <ref corresp="cicerotrans3" target="cicerotrans3_">
                                <hi rend="italic">Earum causarum quantum quaeque valeat, videamus</hi>.
                        Cicero</ref>. To the Author of the <hi rend="italic">New-England
                        Courant</hi>. </head>
                <p>Sir,</p>
                <p>It often happens, that the most zealous Advocates for any Cause find themselves
                    disappointed in the first Appearance of Success in the Propagation of their
                    Opinion; and the Disappointment appears unavoidable, when their easy <ref corresp="proselyte" target="proselyte_">Proselytes</ref> too suddenly start
                    into Extreams, and are immediately fill'd with Arguments to invalidate their
                    former Practice. This creates a Suspicion in the more considerate Part of
                    Mankind, that those who are thus <hi rend="italic">given to Change</hi>, neither
                        <hi rend="italic">fear God</hi>, nor <hi rend="italic">honour the King</hi>.
                    In Matters of Religion, he that alters his Opinion on a <hi rend="italic">religious Account</hi>, must certainly go thro' much Reading, hear many
                    Arguments on both Sides, and undergo many Struggles in his Conscience, before he
                    can come to a full Resolution: Secular Interest will indeed make quick Work with
                    an immoral Man, especially if, notwithstanding the Alteration of his Opinion, he
                    can with any Appearance of Credit retain his Immorality. But, by this Turn of
                    Thought I would not be suspected of Uncharitableness to those Clergymen at
                    Connecticut, who have lately embrac'd the Establish'd Religion of our Nation,
                    some of whom I hear made their Professions with a Seriousness becoming their
                    Order: However, since they have deny'd the Validity of <hi rend="italic">Ordination</hi> by the Hands of <hi rend="italic">Presbyters</hi>, and
                    consequently their Power of Administring the <hi rend="italic">Sacraments</hi>,
                    &amp;c. we may justly expect a suitable Manifestation of their Repentance for
                    invading the <hi rend="italic">Priests</hi> Office, and living so long in a <ref corresp="corah" target="corah_">Corah-like</ref> Rebellion. All I would
                    endeavour to shew is, That an indiscreet Zeal for spreading an Opinion, hurts
                    the Cause of the Zealot. There are too many blind Zealots among every
                    Denomination of Christians; and he that propagates the Gospel among <ref corresp="rake" target="rake_">
                                <hi rend="italic">Rakes</hi>
                            </ref> and <ref corresp="beau" target="beau_">
                                <hi rend="italic">Beaus</hi>
                            </ref> without
                    reforming them in their Morals, is every whit as ridiculous and impolitick as a
                    Statesman who makes Tools of Ideots and <ref corresp="gossip" target="gossip_">Tale-Bearers</ref>.</p>
                <p>Much to my present Purpose are the Words of two Ingenious Authors of the Church
                    of England, tho' in all Probability they were tainted with <ref corresp="whiggish" target="whiggish_">Whiggish</ref> Principles; and with
                    these I shall conclude this Letter.</p>
                <p>"I would (says one) have every zealous Man examine his Heart thoroughly, and, I
                    believe, he will often find that what he calls a Zeal for his Religion, is
                    either Pride, Interest or Ill-nature. A Man who differs from another in Opinion
                    sets himself above him in his own Judgment, and in several Particulars pretends
                    to be the wiser Person. This is a great Provocation to the Proud Man, and gives
                    a keen Edge to what he calls his Zeal. And that this is the Case very often, we
                    may observe from the Behaviour of some of the most Zealous for Orthodoxy, who
                    have often great Friendships and Intimacies with vicious immoral Men, provided
                    they do but agree with them in the same Scheme of Belief. The Reason is, because
                    the vicious Believer gives the Precedency to the virtuous Man, and allows the
                    good Christian to be the worthier Person, at the same Time that he cannot come
                    up to his Perfections. This we find exemplified in that trite Passage which we
                    see quoted in almost every System of Ethicks, tho' upon another Occasion;</p>

                <p>
                    <ref corresp="ovidtrans" target="ovidtrans_">
                                <lg>
                            <l>--Video meliore proboque</l>
                            <l>Deteriora sequor--</l>
                        </lg>
                    </ref>
                        </p>

                <p>On the contrary, it is certain if our Zeal were true and genuine, we should be
                    much more angry with a Sinner than a <ref corresp="heretic" target="heretic_">Heretick</ref>, since there are several Cases which may excuse the latter
                    before his great Judge, but none which can excuse the former."</p>
                <p>"I have (says another) found by Experience, that it is impossible to talk
                    distinctly without defining the Words of which we make use. There is not a Term
                    in our Language which wants Explanation so much as the Word <hi rend="italic">Church</hi>. One would think when People utter it, they should have in
                    their Minds Ideas of Virtue and Religion; but that important Monosyllable drags
                    all the other Words in the Language after it, and it is made use of to express
                    both Praise and Blame, according to the Character of him who speaks it. By this
                    means it happens, that no one knows what his Neighbour means when he says such a
                    one is for or against the Church. It has happen'd that he who is seen every Day
                    at Church, has not been counted in the Eye of the World a Churchman; and he who
                    is very zealous to oblige every one to frequent it but himself, has been a very
                    good Son of the Church. This <ref corresp="Praepossession" target="Praepossession_">Praepossession</ref> is the best Handle imaginable
                    for Politicians to make use of, for managing the Loves and Hatreds of Mankind to
                    the Purposes to which they would lead them. But this is not a Thing for Fools to
                    meddle with, for they only bring <ref corresp="disesteem" target="disesteem_">Disesteem</ref> upon those whom they attempt to serve, when they
                    unskilfully pronounce Terms of Art. I have observed great Evils arise from this
                    Practice, and not only the Cause of Piety, but also the secular Interest of
                    Clergymen, has extreamly suffered by the general unexplained Signification of
                    the Word <hi rend="italic">Church</hi>." I am, Sir, Your Humble Servant.</p>
                <p>SILENCE DOGOOD</p>


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                <note xml:id="fortnight" target="fortnight_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Fourteen nights or
                        two weeks. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="epistle" target="epistle_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Letter. Source: Oxford
                        English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="dispraise" target="dispraise_" type="editorial">
                            <p>The opposite of
                        praise. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="leatherapron" target="leatherapron_" type="editorial">
                            <p>A working
                        class man, what might later be called a blue-collar worker.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="etc" target="etc_" type="editorial">
                            <p>An abbreviation for et cetera.
                        Source: Wikipedia</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="whether" target="whether_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#AJB">
                            <p>An early form of "whether or not."</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="lucubrations" target="lucubrations_" type="editorial">
                            <p>"Lucubrations" are writings produced by candle-light; so, these would be
                        essays written alone at night after a day's work. The word itself already
                        sounded a bit pompous in the early eighteenth century, so the speaker is to
                        some degree making fun of herself.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="nengland" target="nengland_" type="editorial">
                            <p>New
                    England</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="disconsolate" target="disconsolate_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Inconsolable,
                        despondent. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="apprentice" target="apprentice_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Young women were
                        sometimes bound as apprentices, usually in trades that were traditionally
                        gendered female (like weaving), but the vast majority of apprentices in this
                        era were young men. At the time of this writing, Franklin was
                        serving an apprenticeship in the printshop of his older brother James.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="indigent" target="indigent_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Poor, destitute.
                        Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="literacy" target="literacy_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Trying to determine
                        how many people in colonial America could read in the early eighteenth
                        century is an enormous challenge. The evidence is scanty and fragmentary. The best evidence, though, would suggest that literacy
                        rates among English settler-colonists would have been highest in New England, because of the history of
                        Puritanism in the colony. Puritans had long prized the ability for individuals to
                        read the Bible on their own, and literacy was correspondingly comparatively high in places where Puritanism dominated.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="discretion" target="discretion_" type="editorial">
                            <p>The time in a
                        person's life when they are presumed to be able to make sound judgements.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="were" target="were_" type="editorial">
                            <p>That is, "where".</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="genesis" target="genesis_" type="editorial">
                            <p>"And the Lord God said,
                        It is not good that the man should be alone: I will make him an help meet
                        for him." King James Bible, Genesis 2:18</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="topsex" target="topsex_" type="editorial">
                            <p>That is, upper-class
                        women, who were probably socially more highly ranked than a country
                        clergyman could expect to marry.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="meridian" target="meridian_" type="editorial">
                            <p>That is, when I was
                        in the prime of life.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="thisworld" target="thisworld_" type="editorial">
                            <p>That is, this
                        world.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="indefatigably" target="indefatigably_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Tirelessly.
                        Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="peacemeal" target="peacemeal_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Piece by piece, or
                        in small bits. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="mollify" target="mollify_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Soften; make tender.
                        Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="reproof" target="reproof_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Censures or Rebukes;
                        subject to blame or scorn. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="cicerotrans" target="cicerotrans_" type="editorial">
                            <p>"Should I be
                        taught to speak either Greek or Latin?" Franklin is quoting here from the
                        Roman orator Cicero. The essay that follows, taking the form of a dream
                        vision, is a satire on Harvard College and its requirement that students
                        study Greek and Latin.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="seminary" target="seminary_" type="editorial">
                            <p>A place of education
                        such as a school or a college. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="verdant" target="verdant_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Green; of vegetation.
                        Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="porter" target="porter_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Gatekeepers. Source:
                        Oxford English Dictionoary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="spectator" target="spectator_" type="editorial">
                            <p>A nod to the series
                        of periodical essays, The Spectator, which Franklin used as a model for his
                        Silence Dogood letters.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="docible" target="docible_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Ready to be taught;
                        submissive to instruction. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="nigh" target="nigh_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Near or almost. Source:
                        Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="fain" target="fain_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Happy, please. Source: Oxford
                        English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="cake" target="cake_" type="editorial">
                            <p>A fruitcake packed full of
                        different types of candied and dried fruits such as plums, raisins, and
                        orange peel. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="lubber" target="lubber_" type="editorial">
                            <p>A large clumsy idiot who
                        is often lazy and idle. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="merch" target="merch_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Engaged in the selling and
                        trade of goods. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="patrimony" target="patriony_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Property that, by
                        ancient right, belongs to an institution. Source: Oxford English
                        Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="churchmice" target="churchmice_" type="editorial">
                            <p>The expression
                        "church mice" is used to describe people who are poor and quiet. Source: Oxford
                        English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="theology" target="theology_" type="editorial">
                            <p>The Study of God, and
                        God's relations with man and the universe. Source: Oxford English
                        Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="pecunia" target="pecunia_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Latin for money or
                        wealth.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="plagius" target="plagius_" type="editorial">
                            <p>A personification of
                        plagiarism, here referring to clerics stealing from the sermons of more
                        established ministers.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="tillotson" target="tillotson_" type="editorial">
                            <p>John Tillotson was
                        the Archbishop of Canterbury in late seventeenth century.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="genteel" target="genteel_" type="editorial">
                            <p>In the manner of the
                        gentry. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="terencetrans" target="terencetrans_" type="editorial">
                            <p>"One woman
                        agrees the most with another." The line is from the Roman playwright
                        Terence.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="satyr" target="satyr_" type="editorial">
                            <p>A form of writing that mocks or ridicules something. The word actually comes from the Latin word "satura," meaning a full plate of varied foods. But the spelling "satyr" derives from a false etymology, which imagined that the term came from the Greek word for a mythological demon that was often depicted as a half-human, half-goat creature. The demon is generally a
representation of lust and rage. For this reason, "satire" was often been associated with writing that was fierce and agressive. Source: Oxford English
                    Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="maleenormity" target="maleenormity_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Deviation in
                        behavior, often from moral or legal normality. Source: Oxford English
                        Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="ephraim" target="ephraim_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Ephraim: The second son
                        of Joseph and Asenath, as shown by Book of Genesis. The name Ephraim became
                        related to the idea of "being fruitful." Censorious: one who gives constant
                        censure and finds faults. Source: Oxford English Dictionary and
                        Wikipedia</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="reprove" target="reprove_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Rebuke; express
                        disapproval. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="quaere" target="quaere_" type="edditorial">
                            <p>To question or query.
                        Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="votary" target="votary_" type="editorial">
                            <p>People bound to a
                        religious life or a certain vow. Source: Oxford English
                    Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="pomp" target="pomp_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Ostentatious display;
                        boastful, prideful with a negative connotation. Source: Oxford English
                        Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="reproach" target="reproach_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Scolds or censures.
                        Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="conversible" target="conversible_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Capable of
                        being converted. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="baubles" target="baubles_" type="editorial">
                            <p>A showy trinket that's
                        of little worth, often made for children to play with. Source: Oxford
                        English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="impertinence" target="impertinence_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Irrelevance.
                        Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="upbraid" target="upbraid_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Censure</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="swain" target="swain_" type="editorial">
                            <p>An innocent, rose-coloured
                        country lover, such as one found in pastoral poetry. Source: Oxford English
                        Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="nymph" target="nymph_" type="editorial">
                            <p>A woman or lover with
                        sexual power or magic over a man. Coming from mythology, nymphs are spirits
                        that take the form of women who, similarly to sirens, were said to charm men
                        and lead them to sin or death. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="credulous" target="credulous" type="editorial">
                            <p>Ready or willing.
                        Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="exhort" target="exhort_" type="editorial">
                            <p>To urge earnestly.
                        Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="culpable" target="culpable_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Guilty. Source:
                        Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="tarry" target="tarry_" type="editorial">
                            <p>To linger or stay. Source:
                        Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="senecatrans" target="senecatrans_" type="editorial">
                            <p>"A man who
                        stands proudly at the start of the day is flattened by its end." Franklin is
                        quoting here from the Roman tragedian Seneca.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="soliloquy" target="soliloquy_" type="editorial">
                            <p>A speech or talk
                        given alone or aloud without addressing any person. Source: Oxford English
                        Dictionary</p>
                        </note>
                <note xml:id="penny" target="penny_">Expensive, probably imported fabric, as opposed to cloth made inexpensively at home.</note>

                <note xml:id="begot" target="begot_">
                            <p>Has given rise to. Source: Oxford English
                        Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="portend" target="portend_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Fortells as an omen or
                        other supernatural means. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="evince" target="evince_" type="editorial">
                            <p>To overcome. Source:
                        Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="hoop" target="hoop_" type="editorial">An undergarment, more commonly
                    known as a hoop skirt, that is worn underneath a womans skirt. The skirt is
                    constructed with rigid hoops that flare out and grow larger as one travels
                    downward from the top of the skirt so as to give a domed shape to the bottom of
                    a dress. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note>

                <note xml:id="incommoded" target="incommoded_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Subjected to
                        inconveience; troubled. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="mortar" target="mortar_" type="editorial">
                            <p>A mortar is a hard-walled
                        bowl that is used to grind things with a pestle. Here Franklin is saying the
                        hoop-skirts are like thick, over-turned bowls. Source: Oxford English
                        Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="noddles" target="noddles_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Historically one of
                        Boston Harbor Islands, that has now been reconnected to the mainland by
                        filling the strait that used to separate it from the mainland. Noddle's
                        Island now makes up the southern part of the East Boston
                    neighborhood.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="watts" target="watts_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Having used Latin
                        quotations for his epigraphs to this point, Franklin here switches to a
                        contemporary poem, drawing an extract from a 1709 poem called "The
                        Adventurous Muse" by the English poet Isaac Watts.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="encomium" target="encomium_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Grand expression of
                        praise. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="appellation" target="appellation_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Calling of
                        Names. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="rapin" target="rapin_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Rene Rapin (1621-1687) was
                        a French cleric, poet, and critic, whose essays on poetry gave "rules" on
                        composition.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="purcell" target="purcell_">
                            <p>Henry Purcell (1669-1695) was considered
                        to be the greatest English composer of the era. Source: Oxford English
                        Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="greekstyle" target="greekstyle_" type="editorial">
                            <p>A series of
                        common poetical styles of the time. Source: Oxford English
                    Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="kitelic" target="kitelic_" type="editorial">
                            <p>That is, a new genre
                        based on this poem about Mehitabel Kitel.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="subjoin" target="subjoin_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Add to the end of a
                        statement. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="receipt" target="receipt_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Recipe</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="aetatis" target="aetatis_" type="editorial">
                    <p>Latin: "Of his or her age"</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="scull" target="scull_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Skull</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="moestus" target="moestus" type="editorial">
                            <p>Latin: "a mourner
                        composed it"</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="notabene" target="notabene_" type="editorial">
                            <p>"N.B." is used to
                        signify something important in a text; "note well." Source: Oxford English
                        Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="hypercarpus" target="hypercarpus_" type="editorial">
                            <p>"Dogood" is
                        responding to a piece in the June 18th issue of the <hi rend="italic">Courant</hi> by a writer who went by the pseudonym "Hypercarpus,"
                        (something like "great complainer"). There, Hypercarpus had complained that
                        Dogood's claim in her sixth letter that wearing elaborate clothing like hoop
                        skirts was making women proud had it backwards--that the pride came first,
                        and then wearing skirts was simply an expression of it. It's an argument
                        about cause and effect; Hypercarpus thinks that vanity causes people to try
                        to distinguish themselves in the world with clothing; Dogood argues that the
                        clothing leads to vanity. </p>
                            <p>Dogood's last word here is a Latin tag that
                        responds to the criticism with a kind of a riddle that describes cause and
                        effect as an infinite loop, sort of like the question of which comes first,
                        a chicken or an egg: a woman gives birth to a daughter, who in turn gives
                        birth to a woman who herself becomes a mother. A cause becomes an effect
                        that in turn becomes a cause.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="mater" target="mater_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Latin: "My mother gave
                        birth to me, and then a daughter gave birth to a mother."</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="charles" target="charles_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Charles I of England
                        reigned from 1625-1649 until his execution. Charles I was defeated in the
                        English Civil War and was eventually beheaded by Oliver Cromwell's army
                        after being found guilty of high treason. Source: Wikipedia</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="disaffection" target="disaffection_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Hostility or
                        animosity. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="sedition" target="sedition_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Mutiny or rebellion.
                        Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="james" target="james_" type="editorial">
                            <p>James II (1633-1701) became
                        king upon the death of his brother, Charles II. During his short reign, he
                        made it clear that he intended to return the country to Roman Catholicism,
                        prompting his removal by Parliament in 1688 and replacement by William and
                        Mary.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="papist" target="papist" type="editorial">
                            <p>A Roman Catholic. Source:
                        Oxford English Dictionoary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="charlesii" target="charlesii_" type="editorial">
                            <p>After Oliver
                        Cromwell's death in 1658 the monarchy was restored with Charles II in 1660.
                        Although he restored the Church of England, he secretly and increasingly
                        became sympathatic to Roman Catholicism. Source: Wikipedia</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="felicity" target="felicity_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Happiness. Source:
                        Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="audivit" target="audivit_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Latin: "Tiberius heard
                        reproaches that wounded and upset him." The quote is from the Roman poet
                        Tacitus, but Franklin is almost certainly lifting it from the London
                        periodical entitled <hi rend="italic">Cato's Letters</hi>, a series of
                        political essays published by John Trenchard and Thomas Gordon, who put this
                        quote in the issue 15, February 15, 1721. The series was widely read
                        throughout the British colonial world.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="valerius" target="valerius_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Marcus Valerius
                        Volusus was a consul of the Roman Republic in 505 BC.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="cincinnatus" target="cincinnatus_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Roman senator
                        remembered for his public virtue.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="diadem" target="diadem_" type="editorial">
                            <p>A crown. Source: Oxford
                        English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="cognomen" target="cognomen_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Latin: "friend of the
                        people"</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="livytrans" target="livytrans_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Franklin is again
                        lifting a Latin quotation from <hi rend="italic">Cato's Letters</hi>, number
                        15, which is here citing a line from the Roman historian Livy: "Laws were
                        proposed, the first of them an appeal from the people to the
                        government."</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="plinytrans" target="plinytrans_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Once again
                        Franklin is lifting from <hi rend="italic">Cato's Letters</hi> issue 15,
                        which cites this alleged Latin quotation: "We may well complain that only
                        those leaders who inquire into our secrets are those we hate."</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="tacitus" target="tacitus_">
                            <p>Roman historian.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="edwardii" target="edwardii_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Edward II of England
                        reigned from 1284-1327. He was forced to abdicate the throne after losing
                        power, being betrayed by his own wife Isabella, the daughter of King Philip
                        IV of France. Source: Wikipedia</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="walsingham" target="walsingham_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Francis
                        Walsingham was principal secretary to Queen Elizabeth I of England. He was
                        famously known as her 'spymaster,' a man who used gathered intelligence from
                        across Europe to disrupt attempts on the Queen's life, penetrated the
                        Spanish Military, and secured the Execution of Mary, Queen of Scots. Source:
                        Wikipedia</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="knavish" target="knavish_">
                            <p>Vulgar or villainous; mischievous.
                        Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="pernicious" target="pernicious_">
                            <p>Wicked, intending harm. Source:
                        Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="corruptio" target="corruptio_" type="editorial">
                            <p>"The corruption of
                        the best is the worst." This is a proverbial Latin expression.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="profane" target="profane_" type="editorial">(draft-Does he mean
                    'atheist" by this?)</note>

                <note xml:id="artifice" target="artifice_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Trickery, deceit.
                        Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="trumpeters" target="trumpeters" type="editorial">
                            <p>Metaphorically one
                        who praises and advocates for. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="colour" target="colour_" type="editorial">
                            <p>The apparent or de facto
                        authority, as opposed to the actual authority established. Frequently said
                        with negative connotations, suggesting that the authority is just a pretext
                        for corrupt behavior. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="encomium2" target="encomium2_" type="editorial">
                            <p>High-flown
                        expressions of praise. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="indignation" target="indignation_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Disdain or
                        contempt. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="chancel" target="chancel_" type="editorial">
                            <p>The section of a church
                        that is used by the offiates, such as the clergy or a priest, during their
                        performance of the services of the church. Source: Oxford English
                        Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="knave" target="knave_" type="editorial">
                            <p>A dishonest or villainous
                        man. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="cicerotrans2" target="cicerotrans2_" type="editorial">
                            <p>"The society
                        of men will best be preserved." Again, Franklin cites the Roman orator
                        Cicero.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="artificer" target="artificer_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Artisans or
                        craftsmen. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="portion" target="portion_" type="editorial">
                            <p>A fair amount of money
                        given as a dowry or a gift to the husband along with the wife upon marriage.
                        Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="jointure" target="jointure_" type="editorial">
                            <p>An estate for the
                        wife to be used upon the death of the husband. Source: Oxford English
                        Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="mint" target="mint_" type="editorial">
                            <p>A place where money is
                        coined, usually under the authority of a government. Source: Oxford English
                        Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="fryar" target="fryar_" type="editorial">
                            <p>The quarters of a certain
                        religious order. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="britcash" target="britcash_" type="editorial">
                            <p>£sd, known as
                        "pounds, shillings, and pence" is the name for the pre-decimal currency
                        system common in the British Empire. In the system there are twelve pence in
                        a shilling twenty shilling in a pound. Source: Oxford English Dictionary and
                        Wikipedia</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="bonafide" target="bonafide_" type="editorial">
                            <p>In good faith.
                        Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="forswear" target="forswear_" type="editorial">
                            <p>To renounce or
                        abandon forever. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="defraud" target="defraud_" type="editorial">
                            <p>To deprive someone what
                        is rightfully theirs with fraud. Source: Oxford English
                    Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="infirm" target="infirm_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Weak, feeble, or sick.
                        Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="distemper" target="distemper_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Illness or
                        disorder. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="quarteridge" target="quarteride_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Payment made
                        quarterly. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="perannum" target="perannum_" type="editorial">
                            <p>'Per year.' Source:
                        Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="violenti" target="violenti_" type="editorial">
                            <p>A common law doctrine
                        which states that is one willingly puts themselves in a place where harm may
                        occur, knowing that harm may occur, then they are unable to bring a claim
                        against the other party. More shortly: To a willing person, injury is not
                        done. Source: Wikipedia</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="temporal" target="temporal_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Temporary. Source:
                        Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="unknownlatin" target="unknownlatin_">"And in the meantime it is not legal to see my friend." Franklin is quoting the Roman playwright Plautus.</note>

                <note xml:id="sic" target="sic_" type="editorial">
                            <p>A parenthetical insertion used
                        to call attention to something anomalous in the original work. Source:
                        Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="gallant" target="gallant_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Fine gentlemen. Source:
                        Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="fiftylb" target="fiftylb_" type="editorial">
                            <p>That would have been a
                        lot of money. You could live on fifty pounds a year.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="penitent" target="penitent_" type="editorial">
                            <p>That repents with
                        sincere desire to amend the sin. Source: Oxford English
                    Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="taciturn" target="taciturn_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Habitual silence or
                        reservedness in speech. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="encomium3" target="encomium3_" type="editorial">
                            <p>High-flown
                        expressions of praise. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="cordi" target="cordi_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Whatever is in the heart of
                        the sober person, is in the mouth of the drunkard.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="bacchus" target="bacchus_" type="editorial">
                            <p>The Roman god of wine.
                        Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="claret" target="claret_" type="editorial">
                            <p>A red wine. Source:
                        Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="extempore" target="extempore_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Of the moment,
                        without preparation or premeditation. Source: Oxford English
                    Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="edging" target="edging_" type="editorial">
                            <p>A petticoat is an
                        underskirt worn underneath a gown that is given a decorative bottom edge for
                        in case the dress is ever lifted and the petticoat is shown. Source: Oxford
                        English Dictionoary and Wikipedia</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="chide" target="chide_" type="editorial">
                            <p>To scold. Source: Oxford
                        English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="voluptuary" target="voluptuary_" type="editorial">
                            <p>of or pertaining
                        to sensuous or luxurious pleasures.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="palled" target="palled_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Weakened or impaired.
                        Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="impertinence2" target="impertinence2_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Irrelevance. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="rakish" target="rakish_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Immoral or promiscuous.
                        Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="profligate" target="profligate_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Reckless,
                        extravagant, and wasteful. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="affront" target="affront_" type="editorial">
                            <p>To insult deliberately.
                        Source: Oxforod English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="wetting" target="wetting_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Here the phrase is
                        being used to mean: when drunk or inebriated. Source: Oxford English
                        Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="vivifying" target="vivifying_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Life-giving or
                        animating in a physical and/or mental manner. Source: Oxford English
                        Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="drunk" target="drunk_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Here Franklin is giving a
                        list of euphemistic ways drunkards will describe themselves to avoid using
                        the negatively connotated word "drunk."</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="tipler" target="tipler_" type="editorial">
                            <p>A habitual drinker; a
                        drunk. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="imputation" target="imputation_" type="editorial">
                            <p>The attribution
                        or assignment of a fault or crime. Source: Oxford English
                    Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="daubing" target="daubing_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Covers or coats.
                        Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="impetuous" target="impetuous_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Characterized by
                        rapid, forceful, and/or violent motion. Source: Oxford English
                        Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="gallant2" target="gallant2_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Fine, brave
                        gentlemen. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="rambler" target="rambler_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Ones who are
                        recreationally out walking or wandering. Source: Oxford English
                        Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="tarpolins" target="tarpolins_" type="editorial">A slang term for
                    seamen or sailors. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note>

                <note xml:id="doxies" target="doxies_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Unmarried mistresses;
                        prostitutes. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="knot" target="knot_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Here a knot stands in for a
                        nautical mile. A nautical mile is equal to 1.15 miles, thus six knots an
                        hour is equivalent to about seven miles in an hour. Source: Oxford English
                        Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="steerage" target="steerage_" type="editorial">
                            <p>The action of
                        steering something such as a boat, ship, or airship. Here Franklin is most
                        likely using a play on words to show how the seamen brought their women
                        around. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="ramble" target="ramble_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Aimless wandering for
                        recreation. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="impertinence3" target="impertinence3" type="editorial">
                            <p>Irrelevancies, trivialities. Source: Oxford English
                    Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="cicerotrans3" target="cicerotrans3_" type="editorial">"Let us see how much each of these causes is worth." from the Latin orator Cicero</note>

                <note xml:id="proselyte" target="proselyte_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Converts. Source:
                        Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="corah" target="corah_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Korah led a revolt against
                        Moses and his brother Aaron, as recounted in the book of Numbers. Such a
                        rebellion, that is, goes against the leaders of the established
                    faith.</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="rake" target="rake_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Immoral or promiscuous
                        people. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="beau" target="beau_" type="editorial">
                            <p>The suitors of ladies.
                        Source: Oxford English dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="gossip" target="gossip_" type="editorial">
                            <p>One who gossips or
                        blackmails. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="whiggish" target="whiggish_" type="editorial">
                            <p>The Whig party was a
                        political faction in the British Empire, opposed by the rival faction: the
                        Tory Party. The origin of the Whigs lay in constitutional monarchism as
                        opposed to absolute monarchy. Source: Oxford English Dictionary and
                        Wikipedia</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="ovidtrans" target="ovidtrans_" type="editorial">
                            <p>"I see a better
                        thing and approve of it, but I follow something worse." from Ovid's <hi rend="italic">Metamorphoses</hi>
                            </p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="heretic" target="heretic_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Anyone who has
                        religious opinions or practices that don't fall in line with the Catholic or
                        orthodox doctrine of the Christian Church. Source: Oxford English
                        Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="Praepossession" target="Praepossession_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Prepossession: having take possession beforehand. Source: Oxford English
                        Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

                <note xml:id="disesteem" target="disesteem_" type="editorial">
                            <p>Disregard, low
                        esteem, and/or low expectations. Source: Oxford English
                    Dictionary</p>
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            <p>Alexander Pope’s “Windsor-Forest” is both a very personal poem and a very public poem. Personal in the sense that in it Pope is remembering the place where he grew up. Pope’s family moved to the town of Binfield, in Windsor Forest outside of London, when he was a child because, as Catholics, they were at risk of persecution in London after the Revolution of 1688-1689 deposed a Catholic ruler (James II) in favor of a Protestant one (William III). “Windsor-Forest” is also a very public poem in that it was published to celebrate the signing of the Treaty of Utrecht in 1713, a treaty that ended the long War of the Spanish Succession. That war had been very expensive, with the British government taking on unprecedented levels of debt, the kind of thing that made some people as nervous then as government debt does now. And the war and its aftermath were also incredibly political divisive. The two main political factions in Parliament, the Whigs and the Tories, were bitterly opposed to one another, and conspiracy theories abounded, as Whigs worried (with some justification) that the more conservative members of the Tory faction were secretly plotting to restore the Stuarts to the throne. Pope attempts to articulate a position above partisan politics here, arguing through the poem that the peace treaty would bring about a new era of political harmony and economic prosperity. Poets have often written poems to celebrate victories on the battlefield; by contrast, “Windsor-Forest” celebrates the signing of a peace treaty.</p>
            <p>Pope was not the only writer to publish a poem on this occasion. In the early eighteenth century, poetry was often a public art, and poems would frequently be written to commemorate a significant political event, or to argue on one side of an issue or another. Not all of the poems written to mark the Treaty of Utrecht were in favor of it; a number of poets and other writers described the treaty as a kind of sell out, arguing that Britain was getting a bad deal. The French king Louis XIV and his forces were weakened by all the years of war, they argued (Louis died the next year, in fact), and Britain and its allies would get better terms by continuing to fight. Pope, like others who identified themselves politically as Tories, was in favor of the peace settlement, and the verdict of history is in many ways on his side. Pope is particularly prescient in this poem in describing the signing of the Treaty as an epochal event, one that had enormous implications for Britain. For the peace settlement of 1713 transformed the circum-Atlantic world, setting the terms under which Britain would come to dominate trade, establishing its first empire in the Caribbean and the North American mainland. Specifically, the Treaty gave Britain possession of Newfoundland and Nova Scotia, which had been ruled by France. The French government also agreed to stop its support of the Jacobite court around the son of the exiled Stuart monarch James II. Crucially, Britain also received the <hi rend="italic">asiento</hi>asiento, the contract to enslave African subjects for the Spanish colonies in the Americas, a concession that would eventually lead to Britain’s domination of the Atlantic trade in enslaved people. In its combination of nostalgia for the pastoral world of the past, its shrewd assessment of the present, and its prophetic vision of a future where London would become the center of an empire, “Windsor-Forest” is an astonishing imaginative response to what was on the one hand, the conclusion of a tedious diplomatic process, and on the other, the establishment of a framework that would shape the history of the entire Atlantic basin to the present day.</p>
            <p>But although “Windsor-Forest” was published to commemorate the Treaty of Utrecht, much of it was not new in 1713. When he reissued “Windsor-Forest” in 1736, Pope noted that he had composed parts of the poem as early as 1704, when he was just sixteen years old. Such a long process of composition was not unusual for Pope; he often composed poems over periods of many years, sharing them with friends whose opinion he respected, reworking, revising, and finally stitching things together for publication either when he felt that the work had reached a good enough state or when (as with “Windsor Forest”) an occasion presented itself. And even after it was published, Pope continued to revise it every time it needed to be reprinted; this, too was the way he tended to work. There is a sense in which none of Pope’s poems was ever completely finished, since he continued to work and rework them in ways large and small.</p>
          <p>With this poem, Pope also makes a claim for himself to be the great poet of Britain’s ascension to the status of an imperial power. By invoking Virgil’s <hi rend="italic">Eclogues</hi> in the epigraph to the poem, Pope is also suggesting that he thinks of himself as following in Virgil’s footsteps. Virgil’s Eclogues are poems about the countryside that also celebrate Rome’s new political order under the emperor Augustus. The implication is that with “Windsor-Forest,” Pope is writing a modern eclogue of his own, one that identifies the Treaty of Utrecht as the moment when Britain could claim an empire equal to that of Rome, and when he could claim his position as the heir to Virgil, the poet celebrating his nation’s power.</p>
            
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                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/pope-windsor/lansdown.jpg"/>Pope dedicated “Windsor-Forest” to George Granville (1666-1735), who was a poet and playwright, but also a politician and a member of the government. Granville's literary works are not much read now, but he was admired in literary circles in the early eighteenth century and Pope probably would have first gotten to know him that way. Granville had also served as the Secretary of War for the Tory government, and had been involved in the end-game of the War of the Spanish Succession. He played a key role in the peace negotiations that brought the war to an end with the Treaty of Utrecht in 1713. Granville was rewarded with a seat in the House of Lords for his service; he had just become "Baron Lansdown" when the poem was published. In identifying Granville as his patron and model, Pope is in effect saying that he will write the poem in favor of the peace that Granville might have written if he had the time. He is also perhaps hoping for some reward. The epigraph from the Roman poet Virgil is suggestive; Virgil is dedicating <hi rend="italic">his</hi> poem to the Roman politician Varus, who had some role in doling out property after a war. Perhaps Pope is hinting that maybe his friend Greville might do something along those lines for him.
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               Image: George Granville, Baron Lansdowne. (Wikimedia Commons). The engraving here is of a portrait by Sir Godfrey Kneller, who was well known for painting the portraits of prominent men in this period.</note>
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             By Mr. POPE.</byline>
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                                    <hi rend="italic">Non injussa cano: Te nostrae, </hi>Vare, <hi rend="italic">Myricae<lb/>
             
          Te Nemus omne canet; nec Phaebo gratior ulla est<lb/>
             
             Quam sibi quae </hi>Vari <hi rend="italic">praescripsit Pagina nomen.</hi>
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                                <note xml:id="Non_injussa" target="Non_injussa_" type="gloss" resp="#JOB">The epigraph is from the sixth <hi rend="italic">Eclogue</hi>by the Roman poet Virgil: "I do not sing except by request: to you, Varus, our shrubs and groves all sing. There is not any page more pleasing to Apollo himself than those on which the name Varus is written." Pope is flattering Lansdown, his patron, by comparing him to Varus, a Roman official who was responsible for distributing land to soldiers after a war.</note>
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                    <head>WINDSOR-FOREST.</head>
  <div type="dedication">
                        <p>To the Right Honourable
    <hi rend="italic">GEORGE</hi> Lord <hi rend="italic">LANSDOWN.</hi>
                        </p>
        </div> 
         <div type="poem">
<lg type="verse_paragraph">
                            <l>THY Forests, <hi rend="italic">Windsor!</hi> and thy green Retreats,</l>
<l>At once the Monarch's and the Muse's Seats,</l>
<l>Invite my Lays. Be present, Sylvan Maids!</l>
<l>Unlock your Springs, and open all your Shades.</l>
<l>
                                <hi rend="italic">Granville</hi> commands: Your Aid O Muses bring!</l>
<l>What Muse for <hi rend="italic">Granville</hi> can refuse to sing?</l>
</lg>
<lg type="verse_paragraph">
                            <l>The Groves of <hi rend="italic">Eden,</hi> vanish'd now so long,</l>
<l>Live in Description, and look green in Song:</l>
<l>
                                <hi rend="italic">These,</hi> were my Breast inspir'd with equal Flame,</l>
<l>Like them in Beauty, should be like in Fame.</l>
<l>Here Hills and Vales, the Woodland and the Plain,</l>
<l>Here Earth and Water seem to strive again,</l>
<l>Not <hi rend="italic">Chaos</hi>-like together crush'd and bruis'd,</l>
<l>But as the World, harmoniously confus'd:</l>
<l>Where Order in Variety we see,</l>
<l>And where, tho' all things differ, all agree.</l>
<l>
                                <pb n="2"/>
Here waving Groves a checquer'd Scene display,</l>
<l>And part admit and part exclude the Day;</l>
<l>As some coy Nymph her Lover's warm Address</l>
<l>Nor quite indulges, nor can quite repress.</l>
<l>There, interspers'd in Lawns and opening Glades,</l>
<l>Thin Trees arise that shun each others Shades.</l>
<l>Here in full Light the russet Plains extend;</l>
<l>There wrapt in Clouds the blueish Hills ascend:</l>
<l>Ev'n the wild Heath displays her Purple Dies,</l>
<l>And' midst the Desart fruitful Fields arise,</l>
<l>That crown'd with tufted Trees and springing Corn,</l>
<l>Like verdant Isles the sable Waste adorn.</l>
<l>Let <hi rend="italic">India</hi> boast her Plants, nor envy we</l>
<l>The weeping Amber or the balmy Tree,</l>
<l>While by our Oaks the precious Loads are born,</l>
<l>And Realms commanded which those Trees adorn.</l>
<l>Not proud <hi rend="italic">Olympus</hi> yields a nobler Sight,</l>
<l>Tho' Gods assembled grace his tow'ring Height,</l>
<l>Than what more humble Mountains offer here,</l>
<l>Where, in their Blessings, all those Gods appear.</l>
<l>See <hi rend="italic">Pan</hi> with Flocks, with Fruits <hi rend="italic">Pomona</hi> crown'd,</l>
<l>Here blushing <hi rend="italic">Flora</hi> paints th' enamel'd Ground,</l>
<l>Here <hi rend="italic">Ceres</hi>' Gifts in waving Prospect stand,</l>
<l>And nodding tempt the joyful Reaper's Hand,</l>
<l>Rich Industry sits smiling on the Plains,</l>
<l>And Peace and Plenty tell, a STUART reigns.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="verse_paragraph">
                            <pb n="3"/>
  <l>Not thus the Land appear'd in Ages past,</l>
<l>A dreary Desart and a gloomy Waste,</l>
<l>To Savage Beasts and Savage Laws a Prey,</l>
<l>And Kings more furious and severe than they:</l>
<l>Who claim'd the Skies, dispeopled Air and Floods,</l>
<l>The lonely Lords of empty Wilds and Woods.</l>
<l>Cities laid waste, they storm'd the Dens and Caves</l>
<l>(For wiser Brutes were backward to be Slaves)</l>
<l>What could be free, when lawless Beasts obey'd,</l>
<l>And ev'n the Elements a Tyrant sway'd?</l>
<l>In vain kind Seasons swell'd the teeming Grain,</l>
<l>Soft Show'rs distill'd, and Suns grew warm in vain;</l>
<l>The Swain with Tears to Beasts his Labour yields,</l>
<l>And famish'd dies amidst his ripen'd Fields.</l>
<l>No wonder Savages or Subjects slain</l>
<l>Were equal Crimes in a Despotick Reign;</l>
<l>Both doom'd alike for sportive Tyrants bled,</l>
<l>But Subjects starv'd while Savages were fed.</l>
<l>Proud <hi rend="italic">Nimrod</hi> first the bloody Chace began,</l>
<l>A mighty Hunter, and his Prey was Man.</l>
<l>Our haughty <hi rend="italic">Norman</hi> boasts that barb'rous Name,</l>
<l>And makes his trembling Slaves the Royal Game.</l>
<l>The Fields are ravish'd from th' industrious Swains,</l>
<l>From Men their Cities, and from Gods their Fanes:</l>
<l>
                                <pb n="4"/>
The levell'd Towns with Weeds lie cover'd o'er,</l>
<l>The hollow Winds thro' naked Temples roar;</l>
<l>Round broken Columns clasping Ivy twin'd;</l>
<l>O'er Heaps of Ruins stalk'd the stately Hind;</l>
<l>The Fox obscene to gaping Tombs retires,</l>
<l>And Wolves with Howling fill the sacred Quires.</l>
<l>Aw'd by his Nobles, by his Commons curst,</l>
<l>Th' Oppressor rul'd Tyrannick where he <hi rend="italic">durst,</hi>
                            </l>
<l>Stretch'd o'er the Poor, and Church, his Iron Rod,</l>
<l>And treats alike his Vassals and his God.</l>
<l>Whom ev'n the <hi rend="italic">Saxon</hi> spar'd, and bloody <hi rend="italic">Dane,</hi>
                            </l>
<l>The wanton Victims of his <hi rend="italic">Sport</hi> remain.</l>
<l>But see the Man who spacious Regions gave</l>
<l>A Waste for Beasts, himself deny'd a Grave!</l>
<l>Stretch'd on the Lawn his second Hope survey,</l>
<l>At once the Chaser and at once the Prey.</l>
<l>Lo <hi rend="italic">Rufus,</hi> tugging at the deadly Dart,</l>
<l>Bleeds in the Forest, like a wounded Hart.</l>
<l>Succeeding Monarchs heard the Subjects Cries,</l>
<l>Nor saw displeas'd the peaceful Cottage rise.</l>
<l>Then gath'ring Flocks on unknown Mountains fed,</l>
<l>O'er sandy Wilds were yellow Harvests spread,</l>
<l>The Forests wonder'd at th' unusual Grain,</l>
<l>And secret Transports touch'd the conscious Swain.</l>
<l>Fair <hi rend="italic">Liberty, Britannia</hi>'s Goddess, rears</l>
<l>Her chearful Head, and leads the golden Years.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="verse_paragraph">
                            <pb n="5"/>
  <l>Ye vig'rous Swains! while Youth ferments your Blood,</l>
<l>And purer Spirits swell the sprightly Flood,</l>
<l>Now range the Hills, the thickest Woods beset,</l>
<l>Wind the shrill Horn, or spread the waving Net.</l>
<l>When milder Autumn Summer's Heat succeeds,</l>
<l>And in the new-shorn Field the Partridge feeds,</l>
<l>Before his Lord the ready Spaniel bounds,</l>
<l>Panting with Hope, he tries the furrow'd Grounds,</l>
<l>But when the tainted Gales the Game betray,</l>
<l>Couch'd close he lyes, and meditates the Prey;</l>
<l>Secure they trust th' unfaithful Field, beset,</l>
<l>Till hov'ring o'er 'em sweeps the swelling Net.</l>
<l>Thus (if small Things we may with great compare)</l>
<l>When <hi rend="italic">Albion</hi> sends her eager Sons to War,</l>
<l>Pleas'd, in the Gen'ral's Sight, the Host lye down</l>
<l>Sudden, before some unsuspecting Town,</l>
<l>The Young, the Old, one Instant makes our Prize,</l>
<l>And high in Air <hi rend="italic">Britannia</hi>'s Standard flies.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="verse_paragraph">
                            <l>See! from the Brake the whirring Pheasant springs,</l>
<l>And mounts exulting on triumphant Wings;</l>
<l>Short is his Joy! he feels the fiery Wound,</l>
<l>Flutters in Blood, and panting beats the Ground.</l>
<l>Ah! what avail his glossie, varying Dyes,</l>
<l>His Purple Crest, and Scarlet-circled Eyes,</l>
<l>
                                <pb n="6"/>
The vivid Green his shining Plumes unfold;</l>
<l>His painted Wings, and Breast that flames with Gold?</l>
</lg>
<lg type="verse_paragraph">
                            <l>Nor yet, when moist <hi rend="italic">Arcturus</hi> clouds the Sky,</l>
<l>The Woods and Fields their pleasing Toils deny.</l>
<l>To Plains with well-breath'd Beagles we repair,</l>
<l>And trace the Mazes of the circling Hare.</l>
<l>(Beasts, taught by us, their Fellow Beasts pursue,</l>
<l>And learn of Man each other to undo.)</l>
<l>With slaught'ring Guns th' unweary'd Fowler roves,</l>
<l>When Frosts have whiten'd all the naked Groves;</l>
<l>Where Doves in Flocks the leafless Trees o'ershade,</l>
<l>And lonely Woodcocks haunt the watry Glade.</l>
<l>He lifts the Tube, and levels with his Eye;</l>
<l>Strait a short Thunder breaks the frozen Sky.</l>
<l>Oft, as in Airy Rings they skim the Heath,</l>
<l>The clam'rous Plovers feel the Leaden Death:</l>
<l>Oft as the mounting Larks their Notes prepare,</l>
<l>They fall, and leave their little Lives in Air.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="verse_paragraph">
                            <l>In genial Spring, beneath the quiv'ring Shade</l>
<l>Where cooling Vapours breathe along the Mead,</l>
<l>The patient Fisher takes his silent Stand</l>
<l>Intent, his Angle trembling in his Hand;</l>
<l>With Looks unmov'd, he hopes the Scaly Breed,</l>
<l>And eyes the dancing Cork and bending Reed.</l>
<l>
                                <pb n="7"/>
Our plenteous Streams a various Race supply;</l>
<l>The bright-ey'd Perch with Fins of <hi rend="italic">Tyrian</hi> Dye,</l>
<l>The silver Eel, in shining Volumes roll'd,</l>
<l>The yellow Carp, in Scales bedrop'd with Gold,</l>
<l>Swift Trouts, diversify'd with Crimson Stains,</l>
<l>And Pykes, the Tyrants of the watry Plains.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="verse_paragraph">
                            <l>Now <hi rend="italic">Cancer</hi> glows with <hi rend="italic">Phoebus</hi>' fiery Car;</l>
<l>The Youth rush eager to the Sylvan War;</l>
<l>Swarm o'er the Lawns, the Forest Walks surround,</l>
<l>Rowze the fleet Hart, and chear the opening Hound.</l>
<l>Th' impatient Courser pants in ev'ry Vein,</l>
<l>And pawing, seems to beat the distant Plain,</l>
<l>Hills, Vales, and Floods appear already crost,</l>
<l>And ere he starts, a thousand Steps are lost.</l>
<l>See! the bold Youth strain up the threatning Steep,</l>
<l>Rush thro' the Thickets, down the Vallies sweep,</l>
<l>Hang o'er their Coursers Heads with eager Speed,</l>
<l>And Earth rolls back beneath the flying Steed.</l>
<l>Let old <hi rend="italic">Arcadia</hi> boast her spacious Plain,</l>
<l>Th' Immortal Huntress, and her Virgin Train;</l>
<l>Nor envy <hi rend="italic">Windsor!</hi> since thy Shades have seen</l>
<l>As bright a Goddess, and as chast a Queen;</l>
<l>Whose Care, like hers, protects the Sylvan Reign,</l>
<l>The Earth's fair Light, and Empress of the Main.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="verse_paragraph">
                            <pb n="8"/>
 <l>Here, as old Bards have sung, <hi rend="italic">Diana</hi> stray'd</l>
<l>Bath'd in the Springs, or sought the cooling Shade;</l>
<l>Here arm'd with Silver Bows, in early Dawn,</l>
<l>Her buskin'd Virgins trac'd the Dewy Lawn.</l>
<l>Above the rest a rural Nymph was fam'd,</l>
<l>Thy Offspring, <hi rend="italic">Thames!</hi> the fair <hi rend="italic">Lodona</hi> nam'd,</l>
<l>(<hi rend="italic">Lodona</hi>'s Fate, in long Oblivion cast,</l>
<l>The Muse shall sing, and what she sings shall last)</l>
<l>Scarce could the Goddess from her Nymph be known,</l>
<l>But by the Crescent and the golden Zone,</l>
<l>She scorn'd the Praise of Beauty, and the Care;</l>
<l>A Belt her Waste, a Fillet binds her Hair,</l>
<l>A painted Quiver on her Shoulder sounds,</l>
<l>And with her Dart the flying Deer she wounds.</l>
<l>It chanc'd, as eager of the Chace the Maid</l>
<l>Beyond the Forest's verdant Limits stray'd,</l>
<l>
                                <hi rend="italic">Pan</hi> saw and lov'd, and furious with Desire</l>
<l>Pursu'd her Flight; her Flight increas'd his Fire.</l>
<l>Not half so swift the trembling Doves can fly,</l>
<l>When the fierce Eagle cleaves the liquid Sky;</l>
<l>Not half so swiftly the fierce Eagle moves,</l>
<l>When thro' the Clouds he drives the trembling Doves;</l>
<l>As from the God with fearful Speed she flew,</l>
<l>As did the God with equal Speed pursue.</l>
<l>Now fainting, sinking, pale, the Nymph appears;</l>
<l>Now close behind his sounding Steps she hears;</l>
<l>
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And now his Shadow reach'd her as she run,</l>
<l>(His Shadow lengthen'd by the setting Sun)</l>
<l>And now his shorter Breath with sultry Air</l>
<l>Pants on her Neck, and fans her parting Hair.</l>
<l>In vain on Father <hi rend="italic">Thames</hi> she calls for Aid,</l>
<l>Nor could <hi rend="italic">Diana</hi> help her injur'd Maid.</l>
<l>Faint, breathless, thus she pray'd, nor pray'd in vain;</l>
<l>" Ah <hi rend="italic">Cynthia!</hi> ah—tho' banish'd from thy Train,</l>
<l>" Let me, O let me, to the Shades repair,</l>
<l>" My native Shades—there weep, and murmur there.</l>
<l>She said, and melting as in Tears she lay,</l>
<l>In a soft, silver Stream dissolv'd away.</l>
<l>The silver Stream her Virgin Coldness keeps,</l>
<l>For ever murmurs, and for ever weeps;</l>
<l>Still bears the Name the hapless Virgin bore,</l>
<l>And bathes the Forest where she rang'd before.</l>
<l>In her chast Current oft the Goddess laves,</l>
<l>And with Celestial Tears augments the Waves.</l>
<l>Oft in her Glass the musing Shepherd spies</l>
<l>The headlong Mountains and the downward Skies,</l>
<l>The watry Landskip of the pendant Woods,</l>
<l>And absent Trees that tremble in the Floods;</l>
<l>In the clear azure Gleam the Flocks are seen,</l>
<l>And floating Forests paint the Waves with Green.</l>
<l>Thro' the fair Scene rowl slow the lingring Streams,</l>
<l>Then foaming pour along, and rush into the <hi rend="italic">Thames.</hi>
                            </l>
</lg>
<lg type="verse_paragraph">
                            <pb n="10"/>
  <l>Thou too, great Father of the <hi rend="italic">British</hi> Floods!</l>
<l>With joyful Pride survey'st our lofty Woods,</l>
<l>Where tow'ring Oaks their spreading Honours rear,</l>
<l>And future Navies on thy Banks appear.</l>
<l>Not <hi rend="italic">Neptune</hi>'s self from all his Floods receives</l>
<l>A wealthier Tribute, than to thine he gives.</l>
<l>No Seas so rich, so full no Streams appear,</l>
<l>No Lake so gentle, and no Spring so clear.</l>
<l>Not fabled <hi rend="italic">Po</hi> more swells the Poets Lays,</l>
<l>While thro' the Skies his shining Current strays,</l>
<l>Than thine, which visits <hi rend="italic">Windsor</hi>'s fam'd Abodes,</l>
<l>To grace the Mansion of our earthly Gods.</l>
<l>Nor all his Stars a brighter Lustre show,</l>
<l>Than the fair Nymphs that gild thy Shore below:</l>
<l>Here <hi rend="italic">Jove</hi> himself, subdu'd by Beauty still,</l>
<l>Might change <hi rend="italic">Olympus</hi> for a nobler Hill.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="verse_paragraph">
                            <l>Happy the Man whom this bright Court approves,</l>
<l>His Sov'reign favours, and his Country loves;</l>
<l>Happy next him who to these Shades retires,</l>
<l>Whom Nature charms, and whom the Muse inspires,</l>
<l>Whom humbler Joys of home-felt Quiet please,</l>
<l>Successive Study, Exercise and Ease.</l>
<l>He gathers Health from Herbs the Forest yields,</l>
<l>And of their fragrant Physick spoils the Fields:</l>
<l>
                                <pb n="11"/>
With Chymic Art exalts the Min'ral Pow'rs,</l>
<l>And draws the Aromatick Souls of Flow'rs.</l>
<l>Now marks the Course of rolling Orbs on high;</l>
<l>O'er figur'd Worlds now travels with his Eye.</l>
<l>Of ancient Writ unlocks the learned Store,</l>
<l>Consults the Dead, and lives past Ages o'er.</l>
<l>Or wandring thoughtful in the silent Wood,</l>
<l>Attends the Duties of the Wise and Good,</l>
<l>T' observe a Mean, be to himself a Friend,</l>
<l>To follow Nature, and regard his End.</l>
<l>Or looks on Heav'n with more than mortal Eyes,</l>
<l>Bids his free Soul expatiate in the Skies,</l>
<l>Amidst her Kindred Stars familiar roam,</l>
<l>Survey the Region, and confess her Home!</l>
<l>Such was the Life great <hi rend="italic">Scipio</hi> once admir'd,</l>
<l>Thus <hi rend="italic">Atticus,</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Trumbal</hi> thus retir'd</l>
</lg>
<lg type="verse_paragraph">
                            <l>Ye sacred Nine! that all my Soul possess,</l>
<l>Whose Raptures fire me, and whose Visions bless,</l>
<l>Bear me, oh bear me to sequester'd Scenes</l>
<l>Of Bow'ry Mazes and surrounding Greens;</l>
<l>To <hi rend="italic">Thames</hi>'s Banks which fragrant Breezes fill,</l>
<l>Or where ye Muses sport on <hi rend="italic">Cooper</hi>'s Hill.</l>
<l>(On <hi rend="italic">Cooper</hi>'s Hill eternal Wreaths shall grow,</l>
<l>While lasts the Mountain, or while <hi rend="italic">Thames</hi> shall flow)</l>
<l>
                                <pb n="12"/>
I seem thro' consecrated Walks to rove,</l>
<l>And hear soft Musick dye along the Grove;</l>
<l>Led by the Sound I roam from Shade to Shade,</l>
<l>By God-like Poets Venerable made:</l>
<l>Here his first Lays Majestick <hi rend="italic">Denham</hi> sung;</l>
<l>There the last Numbers flow'd from <hi rend="italic">Cowley</hi>'s Tongue.</l>
<l>O early lost! what Tears the River shed</l>
<l>When the sad Pomp along his Banks was led?</l>
<l>His drooping Swans on ev'ry Note expire,</l>
<l>And on his Willows hung each Muse's Lyre.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="verse_paragraph">
                            <l>Since Fate relentless stop'd their Heav'nly Voice,</l>
<l>No more the Forests ring, or Groves rejoice;</l>
<l>Who now shall charm the Shades where <hi rend="italic">Cowley</hi> strung</l>
<l>His living Harp, and lofty <hi rend="italic">Denham</hi> sung?</l>
<l>But hark! the Groves rejoice, the Forest rings!</l>
<l>Are these reviv'd? or is it <hi rend="italic">Granville</hi> sings?</l>
</lg>
<lg type="verse_paragraph">
                            <l>'Tis yours, my Lord, to bless our soft Retreats,</l>
<l>And call the Muses to their ancient Seats,</l>
<l>To paint anew the flow'ry Sylvan Scenes,</l>
<l>To crown the Forests with Immortal Greens,</l>
<l>Make <hi rend="italic">Windsor</hi> Hills in lofty Numbers rise,</l>
<l>And lift her Turrets nearer to the Skies;</l>
<l>To sing those Honours you deserve to wear,</l>
<l>And add new Lustre to her Silver <hi rend="italic">Star.</hi>
                            </l>
</lg>
<lg type="verse_paragraph">
                            <pb n="13"/>
  <l>Here noble <hi rend="italic">Surrey</hi> felt the sacred Rage,</l>
<l>
                                <hi rend="italic">Surrey,</hi> the <hi rend="italic">Granville</hi> of a former Age:</l>
<l>Matchless his Pen, victorious was his Lance;</l>
<l>Bold in the Lists, and graceful in the Dance:</l>
<l>In the same Shades the <hi rend="italic">Cupids</hi> tun'd his Lyre,</l>
<l>To the same Notes, of Love, and soft Desire:</l>
<l>Fair <hi rend="italic">Geraldine,</hi> bright Object of his Vow,</l>
<l>Then fill'd the Groves, as heav'nly <hi rend="italic">Myra</hi> now.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="verse_paragraph">
  <l>Oh wou'dst thou sing what Heroes <hi rend="italic">Windsor</hi> bore,</l>
<l>What Kings first breath'd upon her winding Shore,</l>
<l>Or raise old Warriors whose ador'd Remains</l>
<l>In weeping Vaults her hallow'd Earth contains!</l>
<l>With <hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>'s Acts adorn the shining Page,</l>
<l>Stretch his long Triumphs down thro' ev'ry Age,</l>
<l>Draw Kings enchain'd; and <hi rend="italic">Cressi</hi>'s glorious Field,</l>
<l>The Lillies blazing on the Regal Shield.</l>
<l>Then, from her Roofs when <hi rend="italic">Verrio</hi>'s Colours fall,</l>
<l>And leave inanimate the naked Wall;</l>
<l>Still in thy Song shou'd vanquish'd <hi rend="italic">France</hi> appear,</l>
<l>And bleed for ever under <hi rend="italic">Britain</hi>'s Spear.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="verse_paragraph">
                            <l>Let softer Strains Ill-fated <hi rend="italic">Henry</hi> mourn,</l>
<l>And Palms Eternal flourish round his Urn.</l>
<l>
                                <pb n="14"/>
Here o'er the Martyr-King the Marble weeps,</l>
<l>And fast beside him, once-fear'd <hi rend="italic">Edward</hi> sleeps:</l>
<l>Whom not th' extended <hi rend="italic">Albion</hi> could contain,</l>
<l>From old <hi rend="italic">Belerium</hi> to the <hi rend="italic">German</hi> Main,</l>
<l>The Grave unites; where ev'n the Great find Rest,</l>
<l>And blended lie th' Oppressor and th' Opprest!</l>
</lg>
<lg type="verse_paragraph">
                            <l>Make sacred <hi rend="italic">Charles</hi>'s Tomb for ever known,</l>
<l>(Obscure the Place, and uninscrib'd the Stone)</l>
<l>Oh Fact accurst! What Tears has <hi rend="italic">Albion</hi> shed,</l>
<l>Heav'ns! what new Wounds, and how her old have bled?</l>
<l>She saw her Sons with purple Deaths expire,</l>
<l>Her sacred Domes involv'd in rolling Fire.</l>
<l>A dreadful Series of Intestine Wars,</l>
<l>In glorious Triumphs, and dishonest Scars.</l>
<l>At length great <hi rend="italic">ANNA</hi> said—Let Discord cease!</l>
<l>She said, the World obey'd, and all was <hi rend="italic">Peace!</hi>
                            </l>
</lg>
<lg type="verse_paragraph">
                            <l>In that blest Moment, from his Oozy Bed</l>
<l>Old Father <hi rend="italic">Thames</hi> advanc'd his rev'rend Head.</l>
<l>His Tresses dropt with Dews, and o'er the Stream</l>
<l>His shining Horns diffus'd a golden Gleam:</l>
<l>Grav'd on his Urn appear'd the Moon, that guides</l>
<l>His swelling Waters, and alternate Tydes;</l>
<l>The figur'd Streams in Waves of Silver roll'd,</l>
<l>And on their Banks <hi rend="italic">Augusta</hi> rose in Gold.</l>
<l>
                                <pb n="15"/>
Around his Throne the Sea-born Brothers stood,</l>
<l>That swell with Tributary Urns his Flood.</l>
<l>First the fam'd Authors of his ancient Name,</l>
<l>The winding <hi rend="italic">Isis,</hi> and the fruitful <hi rend="italic">Tame:</hi>
                            </l>
<l>The <hi rend="italic">Kennet</hi> swift, for silver Eels renown'd;</l>
<l>The <hi rend="italic">Loddon</hi> slow, with verdant Alders crown'd:</l>
<l>
                                <hi rend="italic">Cole,</hi> whose clear Streams his flow'ry Islands lave;</l>
<l>And chalky <hi rend="italic">Wey,</hi> that rolls a milky Wave:</l>
<l>The blue, transparent <hi rend="italic">Vandalis</hi> appears;</l>
<l>The gulphy <hi rend="italic">Lee</hi> his sedgy Tresses rears:</l>
<l>And sullen <hi rend="italic">Mole,</hi> that hides his diving Flood;</l>
<l>And silent <hi rend="italic">Darent,</hi> stain'd with <hi rend="italic">Danish</hi> Blood.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="verse_paragraph">
                            <l>High in the midst, upon his Urn reclin'd,</l>
<l>(His Sea-green Mantle waving with the Wind)</l>
<l>The God appear'd; he turn'd his azure Eyes</l>
<l>Where <hi rend="italic">Windsor</hi>-Domes and pompous Turrets rise,</l>
<l>Then bow'd and spoke; the Winds forget to roar,</l>
<l>And the hush'd Waves glide softly to the Shore.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="verse_paragraph">
                            <l>Hail Sacred <hi rend="italic">Peace!</hi> hail long-expected Days,</l>
<l>Which <hi rend="italic">Thames</hi>'s Glory to the Stars shall raise!</l>
<l>Tho' <hi rend="italic">Tyber</hi>'s Streams immortal <hi rend="italic">Rome</hi> behold,</l>
<l>Tho' foaming <hi rend="italic">Hermus</hi> swells with Tydes of Gold,</l>
<l>From Heav'n it self tho' sev'nfold <hi rend="italic">Nilus</hi> flows,</l>
<l>And Harvests on a hundred Realms bestows;</l>
<l>
                                <pb n="16"/>
These now no more shall be the Muse's Themes,</l>
<l>Lost in my Fame, as in the Sea their Streams.</l>
<l>Let <hi rend="italic">Volga</hi>'s Banks with Iron Squadrons shine,</l>
<l>And Groves of Lances glitter on the <hi rend="italic">Rhine,</hi>
                            </l>
<l>Let barb'rous <hi rend="italic">Ganges</hi> arm a servile Train;</l>
<l>Be mine the Blessings of a peaceful Reign.</l>
<l>No more my Sons shall dye with <hi rend="italic">British</hi> Blood</l>
<l>Red <hi rend="italic">Iber</hi>'s Sands, or <hi rend="italic">Ister</hi>'s foaming Flood;</l>
<l>Safe on my Shore each unmolested Swain</l>
<l>Shall tend the Flocks, or reap the bearded Grain;</l>
<l>The shady Empire shall retain no Trace</l>
<l>Of War or Blood, but in the Sylvan Chace,</l>
<l>The Trumpets sleep, while chearful Horns are blown,</l>
<l>And Arms employ'd on Birds and Beasts alone.</l>
<l>Behold! th' ascending <hi rend="italic">Villa's</hi> on my Side</l>
<l>Project long Shadows o'er the Chrystal Tyde.</l>
<l>Behold! <hi rend="italic">Augusta</hi>'s glitt'ring Spires increase,</l>
<l>And Temples rise, the beauteous Works of Peace.</l>
<l>I see, I see where two fair Cities bend</l>
<l>Their ample Bow, a new <hi rend="italic">White-Hall</hi> ascend!</l>
<l>There mighty Nations shall inquire their Doom,</l>
<l>The World's great Oracle in Times to come;</l>
<l>There Kings shall sue, and suppliant States be seen</l>
<l>Once more to bend before a <hi rend="italic">British</hi> QUEEN.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="verse_paragraph">
                            <l>Thy Trees, fair <hi rend="hi">Windsor!</hi> now shall leave their Woods,</l>
<l>And half thy Forests rush into my Floods,</l>
<l>
                                <pb n="17"/>
Bear <hi rend="italic">Britain</hi>'s Thunder, and her Cross display,</l>
<l>To the bright Regions of the rising Day;</l>
<l>Tempt Icy Seas, where scarce the Waters roll,</l>
<l>Where clearer Flames glow round the frozen Pole;</l>
<l>Or under Southern Skies exalt their Sails,</l>
<l>Led by new Stars, and born by spicy Gales!</l>
<l>For me the Balm shall bleed, and Amber flow,</l>
<l>The Coral redden, and the Ruby glow,</l>
<l>The Pearly Shell its lucid Globe infold,</l>
<l>And <hi rend="italic">Phoebus</hi> warm the ripening Ore to Gold.</l>
<l>The Time shall come, when free as Seas or Wind</l>
<l>Unbounded <hi rend="italic">Thames</hi> shall flow for all Mankind,</l>
<l>Whole Nations enter with each swelling Tyde,</l>
<l>And Oceans join whom they did first divide;</l>
<l>Earth's distant Ends our Glory shall behold,</l>
<l>And the new World launch forth to seek the Old.</l>
<l>Then Ships of uncouth Form shall stem the Tyde,</l>
<l>And Feather'd People crowd my wealthy Side,</l>
<l>While naked Youth and painted Chiefs admire</l>
<l>Our Speech, our Colour, and our strange Attire!</l>
<l>Oh stretch thy Reign, fair <hi rend="italic">Peace!</hi> from Shore to Shore,</l>
<l>Till Conquest cease, and Slav'ry be no more:</l>
<l>Till the freed <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> in their native Groves</l>
<l>Reap their own Fruits, and woo their Sable Loves,</l>
<l>
                                <hi rend="italic">Peru</hi> once more a Race of Kings behold,</l>
<l>And other <hi rend="italic">Mexico's</hi> be roof'd with Gold.</l>
<l>
                                <pb n="18"/>
Exil'd by Thee from Earth to deepest Hell,</l>
<l>In Brazen Bonds shall barb'rous <hi rend="italic">Discord</hi> dwell:</l>
<l>Gigantick <hi rend="italic">Pride,</hi> pale <hi rend="italic">Terror,</hi> gloomy <hi rend="italic">Care,</hi>
                            </l>
<l>And mad <hi rend="italic">Ambition,</hi> shall attend her there.</l>
<l>There purple <hi rend="italic">Vengeance</hi> bath'd in Gore retires,</l>
<l>Her Weapons blunted, and extinct her Fires:</l>
<l>There hateful <hi rend="italic">Envy</hi> her own Snakes shall feel,</l>
<l>And <hi rend="italic">Persecution</hi> mourn her broken Wheel:</l>
<l>There <hi rend="italic">Faction</hi> roars, <hi rend="italic">Rebellion</hi> bites her Chain,</l>
<l>And gasping Furies thirst for Blood in vain.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="verse_paragraph">
                            <l>Here cease thy Flight, nor with unhallow'd Lays</l>
<l>Touch the fair Fame of <hi rend="italic">Albion</hi>'s Golden Days.</l>
<l>The Thoughts of Gods let <hi rend="italic">Granville</hi>'s Verse recite,</l>
<l>And bring the Scenes of opening Fate to Light.</l>
<l>My humble Muse, in unambitious Strains,</l>
<l>Paints the green Forests and the flow'ry Plains,</l>
<l>Where Peace descending bids her Olives spring,</l>
<l>And scatters Blessings from her Dove-like Wing.</l>
<l>Ev'n I more sweetly pass my careless Days,</l>
<l>Pleas'd in the silent Shade with empty Praise;</l>
<l>Enough for me, that to the listning Swains</l>
<l>First in these Fields I sung the Sylvan Strains.</l>
</lg>

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                <head>THE SPECTATOR, #10</head>
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                    <head type="sub">
                        <ref target="virgil_" corresp="virgil">
                                <lg>
                                    <l>
                                        <hi rend="italic">Non aliter quam qui
                            adverso vix flumine lembum</hi>
                                    </l>
                            <l>
                                        <hi rend="italic">Remegiis subigit: si brachia forte remisit,</hi>
                                    </l>
                            <l>
                                        <hi rend="italic">Atque illum in praeceps prono rapit alveus amni.</hi>  Virg</l>
                                </lg>
                            </ref> <note xml:id="virgil" target="virgil_">"It is just like when a rower is trying to
                            pull his boat upstream with his oars; as soon as he relaxes, the current
                            pulls him downstream." From the first of the <hi rend="italic">Georgics</hi>
                            by the Roman poet Virgil</note>
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                            <hi rend="italic">Monday, March 12</hi>, 1711.</head>
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                <p>It is with much Satisfaction that I hear this great <ref target="city_" corresp="city">City</ref>
                            <note xml:id="city" target="city_">London</note>
                    inquiring Day by Day after these my Papers, and receiving my Morning Lectures
                    with a becoming Seriousness and Attention. Mv Publisher tells me, that there are
                    already Three Thousand of them distributed every Day: So that if I allow Twenty
                    Readers to every Paper, which I look upon as a modest Computation, I may reckon
                    about <ref target="threescore_" corresp="threescore">Threescore
                        thousand</ref>
                            <note xml:id="threescore" target="threescore_">Score equals
                        twenty; thus threescore thousand would be sixty thousand readers. Papers
                        would be sold to coffeehouses, where, Addison is claiming, an average of
                        twenty readers would read each copy in the course of a day. Addison is
                        probably being accurate in the number of copies being printed, and 3000 was
                        a large print run at the time, especially for a new journal. The figure of
                        twenty readers for each issue is probably a best guess, perhaps a very
                        optimistic one.</note> Disciples in <hi rend="italic">London</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Westminster</hi>, who I hope will take care to distinguish
                    themselves from the thoughtless Herd of their ignorant and unattentive Brethren.
                    Since I have raised to myself so great an Audience, I shall spare no Pains to
                    make their Instruction agreeable, and their Diversion useful. For which Reasons
                    I shall endeavour to enliven Morality with Wit, and to temper Wit with Morality,
                    that my Readers may, if possible, both Ways find their account in the
                    Speculation of the Day. And to the End that their Virtue and Discretion may not
                    be short transient intermitting Starts of Thought, I have resolved to refresh
                    their Memories from Day to Day, till I have recovered them out of that desperate
                    State of Vice and Folly, into which the Age is fallen. The Mind that lies <ref target="fallow_" corresp="fallow">fallow</ref>
                            <note xml:id="fallow" target="fallow_">barren or uncultivated</note> but a single Day, sprouts up
                    in Follies that are only to be killed by a constant and <ref target="assiduous_" corresp="assiduous">assiduous</ref>
                            <note xml:id="assiduous" target="assiduous_">diligent</note> Culture. It was said of <hi rend="italic">Socrates</hi>, that he brought Philosophy down from Heaven, to
                    inhabit among Men; and I shall be ambitious to have it said of me, that I have
                    brought Philosophy out of Closets and Libraries, Schools and Colleges, to dwell
                    in Clubs and Assemblies, at Tea-tables, and in Coffee houses.</p>
                <p>I would therefore in a very particular Manner recommend these my Speculations to
                    all well-regulated Families, that set apart an Hour in every Morning for Tea and
                    Bread and Butter; and would earnestly advise them for their Good to order this
                    Paper to be punctually served up, and to be looked upon as a Part of the <ref target="equipage_" corresp="equipage">Tea Equipage</ref>
                            <note xml:id="equipage" target="equipage_">that is, part of the equipment for
                        serving tea</note>.</p>
                <p>
                            <hi rend="italic">Sir Francis Bacon</hi> observes, that a well-written Book,
                    compared with its Rivals and Antagonists, is like <hi rend="italic">Moses's</hi>
                    Serpent, that immediately swallow'd up and devoured those of the <hi rend="italic">Egyptians</hi>. I shall not be so vain as to think, that where
                    the SPECTATOR appears, the other publick Prints will vanish; but shall leave it
                    to my Readers Consideration, whether, Is it not much better to be let into the
                    Knowledge of ones-self, than to hear what passes in <ref target="muscovy_" corresp="muscovy">
                                <hi rend="italic">Muscovy</hi>
                            </ref>
                            <note xml:id="muscovy" target="muscovy_">Before the Russian empire was founded by Peter the Great
                        in 1721, the Russian state was often referred to as "Muscovy" as its central
                        city was Moscow. </note> or <hi rend="italic">Poland</hi>; and to amuse our
                    selves with such Writings as tend to the wearing out of Ignorance; Passion, and
                    Prejudice, than such as naturally conduce to inflame Hatreds, and make <ref target="enmities_" corresp="enmities">Enmities</ref>
                            <note xml:id="enmities" target="enmities_">ill will</note> irreconcileable.</p>

                <p>In the next Place, I would recommend this Paper to the daily Perusal of those
                    Gentlemen whom I cannot but consider as my good Brothers and Allies, I mean the
                    Fraternity of Spectators who live in the World without having any thing to do in
                    it; and either by the Affluence of their Fortunes, or Laziness of their
                    Dispositions, have no other Business with the rest of Mankind but to look upon
                    them. Under this Class of Men are comprehended all contemplative Tradesmen,
                    titular Physicians, Fellows of the <ref target="royalsociety_" corresp="royalsociety">Royal Society</ref>
                            <note xml:id="royalsociety" target="royalsociety_">A British learned society, founded in 1660, that is
                        the oldest national scientific institution in the world. The society is
                        still around today.</note>, <ref target="templers_" corresp="templers">Templers</ref>
                            <note xml:id="templers" target="templers_">Law students at
                        the Middle Temple, one of the Inns of Court where lawyers were trained. The
                        stereotype of law students in this period was that they were loafers without
                        a lot to do, which may or may not have been merited.</note> that are not
                    given to be contentious, and Statesmen that are out of business. In short, every
                    one that considers the World as a Theatre, and desires to form a right Judgment
                    of those who are the Actors on it.</p>
                <p>There is another Set of Men that I must likewise lay a Claim to, whom I have
                    lately called the Blanks of Society, as being altogether unfurnish'd with Ideas,
                    till the Business and Conversation of the Day has supplied them. I have often
                    considered these poor Souls with an Eye of great <ref target="commiseration_" corresp="commiseration">Commiseration</ref>
                            <note xml:id="commiseration" target="commiseration_">sympathy</note>, when I have heard them asking the
                    first Man they have met with, whether there was any News stirring? and by that
                    Means gathering together Materials for thinking. These needy Persons do not know
                    what to talk of; till about twelve a Clock in the Morning; for by that Time they
                    are pretty good Judges of the Weather, know which Way the Wind sits, and whether
                    the <ref target="dutchmail_" corresp="dutchmail">
                                <hi rend="italic">Dutch</hi>
                        Mail</ref>
                            <note xml:id="dutchmail" target="dutchmail_">mail from the
                        Netherlands, carrying key financial information from the markets in that
                        country</note> be come in. As they lie at the Mercy of the first Man they
                    meet, and are grave or <ref target="impertinent_" corresp="impertinent">impertinent</ref>
                            <note xml:id="impertinent" target="impertinent_">irrelevant or disconnected.</note> all the Day long, according to the
                    Notions which they have <ref target="imbibed_" corresp="imbibed">imbibed</ref>
                            <note xml:id="imbibed" target="imbibed_">absorbed or taken in,
                        probably with a literal sense of drinking, since he is thinking of men who
                        hang out all day in coffee-houses</note> in the Morning, I would earnestly
                        <ref target="entreat_" corresp="entreat">entreat</ref>
                            <note xml:id="entreat" target="entreat_">request or ask, with a sense of urgency</note> them not to
                    stir out of their Chambers till they have read this Paper, and 
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                    do promise them that I will daily instil into them such sound and wholesome Sentiments, as shall
                    have a good Effect on their Conversation for the ensuing twelve Hours.</p>
                <p>But there are none to whom this Paper will be more useful than to the female
                    World. I have often thought there has not been sufficient Pains taken in finding
                    out proper Employments and Diversions for the Fair ones. Their Amusements seem
                    contrived for them rather as they are Women, than as they are reasonable
                    Creatures; and are more adapted to the Sex, than to the Species. The <ref target="toilet_" corresp="toilet">Toilet</ref>
                    <note xml:id="toilet" target="toilet_">a small table with makeup, brushes, combs
                        and other things a woman would use in getting dressed</note> is their great
                    Scene of Business, and the right adjusting of their Hair the principal
                    Employment of their Lives. The sorting of a Suit of Ribbons is reckoned a very
                    good Morning's Work; and if they make an Excursion to a <ref target="mercer_" corresp="mercer">Mercer's</ref>
                            <note xml:id="mercer_" target="mercer">a
                        person who deals in fabrics and textiles.</note> or a Toy-shop, so great a
                    Fatigue makes them unfit for any thing else all the Day after. Their more
                    serious Occupations are <ref target="sewing_" corresp="sewing">Sowing</ref>
                            <note xml:id="sewing" target="sewing_">that is, sewing</note> and Embroidery, and
                    their greatest <ref target="drudgery_" corresp="drudgery">Drudgery</ref>
                            <note xml:id="drudgery" target="drudgery_">toil or wearisome labor</note> the
                    Preparation of Jellies and <ref target="sweet-meats_" corresp="sweet-meats">Sweet-meats</ref>
                            <note xml:id="sweet-meats" target="sweet-meats_"> A type
                        of confection that is made by preserving fruits or flowers in honey or
                        sugar.</note>. This, I say, is the State of ordinary Women; tho' I know
                    there are Multitudes of those of a more elevated Life and Conversation, that
                    move in an exalted Sphere of Knowledge and Virtue, that join all the Beauties of
                    the Mind to the Ornaments of Dress, and inspire a kind of Awe and Respect, as
                    well as Love, into their Male-Beholders. I hope to encrease the Number of these
                    by publishing this daily Paper, which I shall always endeavour to make an
                    innocent if not an improving Entertainment, and by that Means at least divert
                    the Minds of my female Readers from greater Trifles. At the same Time, as I
                    would fain give some finishing Touches to those which are already the most
                    beautiful Pieces in humane Nature, I shall endeavour to point out all those
                    Imperfections that are the Blemishes, as well as those Virtues which are the
                    Embellishments, of the Sex. In the mean while I hope these my gentle Readers,
                    who have so much Time on their Hands, will not grudge throwing away a Quarter of
                    an Hour in a Day on this Paper, since they may do it without any Hindrance to
                    Business.</p>
                <p>I know several of my Friends and Well-wishers are in great Pain for me, lest I
                    should not be able to keep up the Spirit of a Paper which I oblige myself to
                    furnish every Day: But to make them easy in this Particular, I will promise them
                    faithfully to give it over as soon as I grow dull. This I know will be Matter of
                    great <ref target="raillery_" corresp="raillery">Raillery</ref>
                            <note xml:id="raillery" target="raillery_">Good-humoured banter; jest. Source:
                        Oxford English Dictionary</note> to the small Wits; who will frequently put
                    me in mind of my Promise, desire me to keep my Word, assure me that it is high
                    Time to give over, with many other little Pleasantries of the like Nature, which
                    men of a little smart Genius cannot forbear throwing out against their best
                    Friends, when they have such a Handle given them of being witty. But let them
                    remember, that I do hereby enter my Caveat against this Piece of Raillery.</p>
                <p>C.</p>
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                    THE SPECTATOR <lb/>
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                    May 15, 1711 <lb/>
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                    <ref target="Horace_" corresp="Horace">
                                <hi rend="italic">Demetri teque Tigelli/Discipularum inter jubeo plorare cathedras.-Hor</hi>
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                            <note xml:id="Horace" target="Horace_">From the tenth satire of the first book of the Roman poet Horace: "Demetrius and Tigellus, go and lament among the students in those comfortable chairs." Demetrius and Tigellus were two poets who Horace greatly disliked.</note> <lb/>
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                <p>AFTER having at large explained what Wit is, and described the false Appearances of it, all that Labour seems but an useless Enquiry, without some Time be spent in considering the Application of it. The Seat of Wit, when one speaks as a Man of the Town and the World, is the Play-house; I shall therefore fill this Paper with Reflections upon the Use of it in that Place. The Application of Wit in the Theatre has as strong an Effect upon the Manners of our Gentlemen, as the Taste of it has upon the Writings of our Authors. It may, perhaps, look like a very presumptuous Work, though not Foreign from the Duty of a SPECTATOR, to tax the Writings of such as have long had the general Applause of a Nation; But I shall always make Reason, Truth, and Nature the Measures of Praise and Dispraise; if those are for me, the Generality of Opinion is of no Consequence against me; if they are against me, the general Opinion cannot long support me.</p>
                <p>Without further Preface, I am going to look into some of our most applauded Plays, and see whether they deserve the Figure they at present bear in the Imagination of Men, or not.</p>
                <p>In reflecting upon these Works, I shall chiefly dwell upon that for which each respective Play is most celebrated. The Present Paper shall be employed upon <ref target="Fopling_" corresp="Fopling">
                                <hi rend="italic">Sir Fopling Flutter</hi>
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                            <note xml:id="Fopling" target="Fopling_">
                                <hi rend="italic">The Man of Mode, or Sir Fopling Flutter</hi>,is a 1676 play by George Etherege, which was still enormously popular at the time of this essay. Dorimant and Harriet are the central characters and lovers in this satirical take on the aristocratic culture of the Restoration period.</note>. The received Character of this Play is, That it is the Pattern of <ref target="genteel_" corresp="genteel">Genteel</ref>
                            <note xml:id="genteel" target="genteel_">Suited for the gentry, often times used in a sarcastic manner. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note> Comedy. <hi rend="italic">Dorimant</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Harriot</hi> are the Characters of greatest Consequence, and if these are Low and Mean, the Reputation of the Play is very Unjust.</p>
                <p>I will take for granted, that a fine Gentleman should he honest in his Actions, and refined in his Language. Instead of this, our Hero in this Piece is a direct Knave in his Designs, and a Clown in his Language. <hi rend="italic">Bellair</hi> is his Admirer and Friend; in return for which, because he is <ref target="forsooth_" corresp="forsooth">forsooth</ref>
                            <note xml:id="forsooth" target="forsooth_">Truly. The word would have sounded a little archaic or ridiculous even in 1711, and Steele knows this; he is being facetious.</note> a greater Wit than his said Friend, he thinks it reasonable to persuade him to marry a young Lady, whose Virtue, he thinks, will last no longer than till she is a Wife, and then she cannot but fall to his Share, as he is an irresistible fine Gentleman. The Falshood to Mrs. <hi rend="italic">Loveit</hi>, and the Barbarity of Triumphing over her Anguish for losing him, is another Instance of his Honesty, as well as his Good-nature. As to his fine Language; he calls the <ref target="orange-woman_" corresp="orange-woman">Orange-Woman</ref>
                            <note xml:id="orange-woman" target="orange-woman_">Oranges were a frequent snack food offered at theaters, and they were sold there by young women. Orange-women also would take messages from one audience member to another, and were also sometimes sex workers.</note>, who, it seems, is inclined to grow Fat, <hi rend="italic">An Over-grown Jade, with a <ref target="flasket_" corresp="flasket">Flasket</ref>
                                <note xml:id="flasket" target="flasket_">A long and shallow basket. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note> of Guts before her</hi>; and salutes her with a pretty Phrase of <hi rend="italic">How now, Double <ref target="tripe_" corresp="tripe">Tripe.</ref>
                                <note xml:id="tripe" target="tripe_">"Tripe" is guts or intestines; in this context, it is being used contemptuously to mock the orange-woman.</note>
                            </hi> Upon the mention of a Country Gentlewoman, whom he knows nothing of, (no one can imagine why) he <hi rend="italic">will lay his Life she is some awkward ill-fashioned country Toad, who not having above four Dozen of Hairs on her Head, has adorned her Baldness with a large white <ref target="fruz_" corresp="fruz">Fruz</ref>
                                <note xml:id="fruz" target="fruz_">A bundle of short branches that produces a frizzy appearance. Soure: Oxford English Dictionary</note>, that she may look Sparkishly in the Forefront of the <ref target="box_" corresp="box">King's Box</ref>
                                <note xml:id="box" target="box_"> The box reserved for the King (at this time Charles II, who was known to patronize the theatre, unlike later monarchs) was of course the best seating in the house, located in the middle of the first mezzanine.</note> at an old Play</hi>. Unnatural Mixture of senseless Common-Place!</p>
                <p>As to the Generosity of his Temper, he tells his poor Footman, <hi rend="italic">If he did not wait better</hi>--he would turn him away, in the insolent Phrase of, <hi rend="italic">I'll <ref target="uncase_" corresp="uncase">uncase you</ref>
                                <note xml:id="uncase" target="uncase_">Strip a person; most likely in this case, of their position. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note>
                            </hi>.</p>
                <p>Now for Mrs. <hi rend="italic">Harriot</hi>: She laughs at Obedience to an absent Mother, whose Tenderness <hi rend="italic">Busie</hi> describes to be very exquisite, for <hi rend="italic">that she is so pleased with finding Harriot again, that she cannot <ref target="chide_" corresp="chide">chide</ref>
                                <note xml:id="chide" target="chide_">Scold or rebuke. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note> her for being out of the way</hi>. This Witty Daughter, and fine Lady, has so little Respect for this good Woman, that she Ridicules her Air in taking Leave, and cries, <hi rend="italic">In what Struggle is my poor Mother yonder? See, see, her Head tottering, her Eyes staring, and her under Lip trembling. But all this is atoned for, because she has more Wit than than is usual in her Sex, and as much Malice, tho' she is as Wild as you would wish her and has a Demureness in her Looks that makes it so surprising!</hi> Then to recommend her as a fit Spouse for his Hero, the Poet makes her speak her Sense of Marriage very ingeniously: <hi rend="italic">I think</hi>, says she, <hi rend="italic">I might be brought to endure him, and that is all a reasonable Woman should expect in an Husband</hi>. It is, methinks, unnatural that we are not made to understand how she that was bred under a silly pious old Mother, that would never trust her out of her sight, came to be so Polite.</p>
     <p>It cannot be denied, but that the Negligence of every thing, which engages the Attention of the sober and valuable Part of Mankind, appears very well drawn in this Piece: But it is denied, that it is necessary to the Character of a Fine Gentleman, that he should in that manner trample upon all Order and Decency. As for the Character of <hi rend="italic">Dorimant</hi>, it is more of a <ref target="coxcomb_" corresp="coxcomb">Coxcomb</ref>
                            <note xml:id="coxcomb" target="coxcomb_">Professional fools or jesters sometimes wore a cap that resembled the comb of a rooster (a "cock"), so a man called a "coxcomb" is being called a fool.</note> than that of <hi rend="italic">Fopling</hi>. He says of one of his Companions, that a good Correspondence between them is their mutual Interest. Speaking of that Friend, be declares, their being much together <hi rend="italic">makes the Women think the better of his Understanding, and judge more favourably of my Reputation. It makes him pass upon some for a Man of very good Sense, and me upon others for a very civil Person</hi>.</p>
                <p>This whole celebrated Piece is a perfect Contradiction to good Manners, good Sense, and common Honesty; and as there is nothing in it but what is built upon the Ruin of Virtue and Innocence, according to the Notion of Merit in this Comedy, I take the Shoemaker to be, in reality, the Fine Gentleman of the Play: For it seems he is an Atheist, if we may depend upon his Character as given by the Orange-Woman, who is her self far from being the lowest in the Play. She says of a Fine Man who is <hi rend="italic">Dorimant's</hi> Companion, There <hi rend="italic">is not such another Heathen in the Town, except the Shoemaker</hi>. His Pretension to be the Hero of the <hi rend="italic">Drama</hi> appears still more in his own Description of his way of Living with his Lady. <hi rend="italic">There is</hi>, says he, <hi rend="italic">never a Man in Town lives more like a Gentleman with his Wife than I do; I never mind her Motions; she never enquires into mine. We speak to one another civilly, hate one another heartily; and because it is Vulgar to Lye and Soak together, we have each of us our several <ref target="settle-bed_" corresp="settle-bed">Settle-Bed</ref>
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                            <note xml:id="settle-bed" target="settle-bed_">A seating area or bench being made up into a bed, similar to today's use of couches as a bed.</note>. That of <hi rend="italic">Soaking together</hi> is as good as if <hi rend="italic">Dorimant</hi> had spoken it himself; and, I think, since he puts Human Nature in as ugly a Form as the Circumstances will bear, and is a staunch Unbeliever, he is very much Wronged in having no part of the good Fortune bestowed in the last Act.</p>
                <p>To speak plainly of this whole Work, I think nothing but being lost to a sense of Innocence and Virtue can make any one see this Comedy, without observing more frequent Occasion to move Sorrow and Indignation, than Mirth and Laughter. At the same time I allow it to be Nature, but it is Nature in its utmost Corruption and Degeneracy.</p>
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                    <titlePart>By the Grace of God, <lb/> King of England, Scotland, France and
                        Ireland, <lb/> Defender of the Faith, etc. <lb/>
                    </titlePart>
                    <titlePart>And Several <lb/> <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> Kings and Queens, etc. <lb/>
                    </titlePart>
                    <titlePart> Concluded the 29th day of May, 1677. <lb/>
                    </titlePart>
                    <titlePart>Published by his Majesties Command.<lb/>
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                        <persName>Christopher Barker,</persName>
                        <persName>Thomas Newcomb</persName>
                                <lb/> and <persName>Henry Hills,</persName>
                        Printers to the Kings<lb/> Most Excellent Majesty <lb/>
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                <pb n="3" facs="pageImages/Stuart-p3.jpg"/>
                <p> Articles of Peace between the most Mighty Prince, and our Dread Sovereign Lord
                    CHARLES the Second, by the Grace of God, King of Great Britain, France and
                    Ireland, Defender of the Faith, etc. And the several <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> Kings and Queens,
                    etc. Assenters and Subscribers hereunto, made and concluded at the Camp at
                    Middle Plantation the Twenty ninth day of May 1677. being the day of the most
                    <ref target="birthday_" corresp="birthday">happy Birth and Restauration of our said Sovereign Lord</ref>, and in the Nine and twentieth Year of His Majesties Reign, By the Right Honourable Herbert Jefferies
                    Esquire, Lieutenant Governour of His Majesties Colony of Virginia. </p>
                <p> Present, </p>
                <p> The Honourable Sir John Berry Knight, and Francis Morison Esq; His most Sacred
                    Majesties Comissioners appointed under the Great Seal of England for the Affairs
                    of Virginia, </p>
                <p> And The Honourable Council of State of the said Colony. </p>
                <p> Whereas His most Sacred Majesty hath of His Own Royal Grace and meer Motion
                    Intrusted to my Care and Endeavours the<pb n="4" facs="pageImages/Stuart-p4.jpg"/> Renewing, Management, and
                    Concluding a good Peace with the Neighbour <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi>s: In Order whereunto (with the
                    Advice and Assistance of the Honourable Sir John Berry Knight, and Francis
                    Morison Esquire) I have caused to be drawn up these ensuing Articles and
                    Overtures, for the firm Grounding, and sure Establishment of a good and just
                    Peace with the said <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi>s. And that it may be a Secure and Lasting one
                    (Founded upon the strong Pillars of Reciprocal Justice) by Confirming to them
                    their Just Rights, and by Redress of their Wrongs and Injuries, That so the
                    great God (who is a God of Peace, and lover of Justice) may uphold and prosper
                    this our Mutual League and Amity, It is hereby Concluded, Consented to, and
                    mutually Agreed, as followeth; </p>
                <pb n="5" facs="pageImages/Stuart-p5.jpg"/>
                <div type="article">
                            <head type="sub">Artic. I.</head>
                <p> That the respective <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> Kings and Queens do from henceforth acknowledge to
                    have their immediate Dependency on, and own all Subjection to the Great King of
                    England, our now Dread Sovereign, His Heirs and Sucessors, when they pay their
                    Tribute to His Majesties Governour for the time being. </p>
                        </div>
                <div type="article">
                            <head type="sub"> II. </head>
                <p> That thereupon the said <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> Kings and Queens and their Subjects, shall hold
                    their Lands, and have the same Confirmed to them and their Posterity, by Patent
                    under the Seal of this His Majesties Colony, without any Fee, Gratuity or Reward
                    for the same, in such sort, and in as free and firm manner as others His
                    Majesties Subjects have and enjoy their Lands and Possessions, paying<pb n="6" facs="pageImages/Stuart-p6.jpg"/>
                    yearly for and in lieu of a Quit Rent, or Acknowledgment for the same, onely
                    Three <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> Arrows. </p>
                        </div>
                <div type="article">
                            <head type="sub"> III. </head>
                <p> That all <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi>s who are in Amity with Us, and have not Land sufficient to Plant
                    upon, be (upon Information) forthwith provided for, and Land laid out and
                    Confirmed to them as aforesaid, never to be disturbed therein, or taken from
                    them, so long as they own, keep and maintain their due Obedience and Subjection
                    to His Majesty, His Governour and Government, and Amity and Friendship towards
                    the <hi rend="italic">English</hi>. </p>
                        </div>
                <div type="article">
                            <head type="sub"> IV. </head>
                <p> Whereas by the mutual Discontents, Complaints, Jealousies and Fears of <hi rend="italic">English</hi>
                    and <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi>s, occasioned by the Violent Intrusions of divers <hi rend="italic">English</hi> into their
                    Lands, forcing the <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi>s by way of Revenge, to kill the Cattel and Hogs of the <hi rend="italic">English</hi>,<pb n="7" facs="pageImages/Stuart-p7.jpg"/>
                    whereby Offence and Injuries being given and done on
                    both sides, the Peace of this His Majesties Colony hath been much disturbed, and
                    the late unhappy Rebellion by this means (in a great measure) begun and
                    fomented, which hath Involved this Countrey into so much Ruine and Misery: For
                    prevention of which Injuries and evil consequences (as much as possibly we may)
                    for time to come; It is hereby Concluded and Established, That no <hi rend="italic">English</hi> shall
                    Seat or Plant nearer than Three miles of any <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> Town; and whosoever hath
                    made, or shall make any Incroachment upon their Lands, shall be removed from
                    thence, and proceeded against as by the former Peace made, when the Honourable
                    Colonel Francis Morison was Governour, and the Act of Assembly grounded
                    thereupon, is Provided and Enacted. </p>
                        </div>
                <div type="article">
                            <head type="sub"> V. </head>
                <p> That the said <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi>s be well Secured and Defended in their Persons, Goods and Properties,<pb n="8" facs="pageImages/Stuart-p8.jpg"/> 
                    against all hurts and injuries of the <hi rend="italic">English</hi>; and
                    that upon any breach or violation, hereof the aggrieved <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi>s do in the first
                    place repair and Address themselves to the Governour, acquainting him therewith
                    (without rashly and suddenly betaking themselves to any Hostile course for
                    Satisfaction) who will Inflict such Punishment on the wilful Infringers hereof,
                    as the Laws of England or this Countrey permit, and as if such hurt or injury
                    had been done to any <hi rend="italic">English</hi>man; which is but just and reasonable, they owning
                    themselves to be under the Allegiance of His most Sacred Majesty. </p>
                        </div>
                <div type="article">
                            <head type="sub"> VI. </head>
                <p> That no <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> King or Queen be Imprisoned without a special Warrant from His
                    Majesties Governour and Two of the Council, and that no other <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> be
                    Imprisoned without a Warrant from a Justice of Peace, upon sufficient cause of
                    Commitment </p>
                        </div>
                <pb n="9" facs="pageImages/Stuart-p9.jpg"/>
                <div type="article">
                            <head type="sub"> VII. </head>
                <p> That the said <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi>s have and enjoy their wonted conveniences of Oystering,
                    Fishing, and gathering <ref target="tuckahoe_" corresp="tuckahoe">Tuchahoe</ref>, <ref target="curtenemons_" corresp="curtenemons">Curtenemons</ref>, Wild Oats, Rushes, <ref target="puckoone_" corresp="puckoone">Puckoone</ref>, or
                    any thing else (for their natural support) not useful to the <hi rend="italic">English</hi>, upon the
                    <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Dividends; Always provided they first repair to some Publick Magistrate
                    of good Repute, and inform him of their number and business, who shall not
                    refuse them a Certificate upon this or any other Lawful occasion, so that they
                    make due return thereof when they come back, and go directly home about their
                    business, without wearing or carrying any manner of Weapon, or lodging under any
                    <hi rend="italic">English</hi>mans Dwelling-house one night. </p>
                        </div>
                <div type="article">
                            <head type="sub"> VIII. </head>
                <p> That no Foreign <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> be suffered to come to any <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Plantation without a
                    friendly neighbor <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> in his company with such<pb n="10" facs="pageImages/Stuart-p10.jpg"/> Certificate as
                    aforesaid: and no <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> King is to refuse to send a safe Conduct with the
                    Foreigner, upon any Lawful occasion of his coming in, and that no <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> do
                    paint or disguise themselves when they come in. </p>
                        </div>
                <div type="article">
                            <head type="sub"> IX. </head>
                <p> That all <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> Kings and Queens Tributary to the <hi rend="italic">English</hi>, having notice of any
                    March of strange <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi>s near the <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Quarters or Plantations, do forthwith
                    repair to some one of the next Officers of the Militia, and acquaint him of
                    their Nation, number, and design, and which way they bend their course. </p>
                        </div>
                <div type="article">
                            <head type="sub"> X. </head>
                <p> That if necessary, a convenient Party be presently sent out by the next Colonel
                    of the Militia, to Aid, Strengthen, and joyn with our friendly <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi>s against
                    any Foreign Attempt, Incursion or Depredation upon the <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> Towns. </p>
                        </div>
                <pb n="11" facs="pageImages/Stuart-p11.jpg"/>
                <div type="article">
                            <head type="sub"> XI. </head>
                <p> That every <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> fit to bear Arms, of the Neighbouring Nations in Peace with
                    us, have such quantity of Powder and Shot allotted him, as the Right Honourable
                    the Governour shall think sufficient on any occasion, and that such numbers of
                    them be ready to go out with out Forces upon any March against the Enemy, and to
                    receive such Pay for their good Services, as shall be thought fit. </p>
                        </div>
                <div type="article">
                            <head type="sub"> XII. </head>
                <p> That each <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> King and Queen have equal Power to Govern their own People, and
                    none to have greater Power then other, Except the Queen of Pamunkey, to whom
                    several scattered Nations do now again own their ancient Subjection, and are
                    agreed to come in and Plant themselves under her Power and Government; Who with
                    her, are also hereby included into this present<pb n="12" facs="pageImages/Stuart-p12.jpg"/> League and Treaty of
                    Peace, and are to keep and observe the same towards the said Queen in all
                    things, as her Subjects, as well as towards the <hi rend="italic">English</hi>. </p>
                        </div>
                <div type="article">
                            <head type="sub"> XIII. </head>
                <p> That no person whatsoever shall entertain or keep any Neighbouring <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> as
                    Servant, or otherwise, but by Licence of the Governour, and to be upon
                    Obligation answerable for all Injuries and Damages by him or them happening to
                    be done to any <hi rend="italic">English</hi>. </p>
                        </div>
                <div type="article">
                            <head type="sub"> XIV. </head>
                <p> That no <hi rend="italic">English</hi> harbour or entertain any Vagrant or Runaway <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi>, but convey
                    him home by way of Pass, from Justice to Justice to his own Town, under Penalty
                    of paying so much per day for harbouring him, as by the Law for entertaining of
                    Runaways is recoverable. </p>
                        </div>
                <pb n="13" facs="pageImages/Stuart-p13.jpg"/>
                <div type="article">
                            <head type="sub"> XV. </head>
                <p> That no <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> (of those in Amity with us) shall serve for any longer time then
                    <hi rend="italic">English</hi> of the like Ages should serve by Act of Assembly, and shall not be sold
                    as Slaves. </p>
                        </div>
                <div type="article">
                            <head type="sub"> XVI. </head>
                <p> That every <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> King and Queen in the Moneth of March every year, with some of
                    their Great Men, shall tender their Obedience to the Right Honourable His
                    Majesties Governour at the place of his Residence, whereever it shall be, and
                    then and there pay the accustomed Tribute of Twenty Beaver Skins to the
                    Governour, and also their Quit-Rent aforesaid, in acknowledgment they hold their
                    Crowns and Lands of the Great King of England. </p>
                        </div>
                <div type="article">
                            <head type="sub"> XVII. </head>
                <p> That due care be had and taken that those <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> Kings and Queens, their Great
                    Men and Attendants that come on any Publick<pb n="14" facs="pageImages/Stuart-p14.jpg"/> Business to the Right
                    Honourable the Governour, Council or Assembly, may be accommodated with
                    Provisions and Houseroom at the Publick Charge, and that no <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Subject
                    shall abuse, revile, hurt or wrong them at any time in word or deed. </p>
                        </div>
                <div type="article">
                            <head type="sub"> XVIII. </head>
                <p> That upon the Discord or Breach of Peace happening to arise between any of the
                    <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi>s in Amity with the <hi rend="italic">English</hi>, upon the first appearance and beginning
                    thereof, and before they enter into any open Acts of Hostility or War one
                    against another, they shall repair to His Majesties Governour, by whose Justice
                    and Wisdom it is concluded such Difference shall be made up and decided, and to
                    whose final Determination the said <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi>s shall submit and conform themselves. </p>
                        </div>
                <div type="article">
                            <head type="sub"> XIX. </head>
                <p> That for the preventing the frequent mischiefs<pb n="15" facs="pageImages/Stuart-p15.jpg"/> and mistakes
                    occasioned by unfaithful and corrupt Interpreters, and for the more safety,
                    satisfaction, and advantage both of the <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi>s and <hi rend="italic">English</hi>, That there be one
                    of each Nation of our Neighbouring <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi>s that can already speak, or may become
                    capable of speaking <hi rend="italic">English</hi>, admitted together with those of the <hi rend="italic">English</hi>, to be
                    their own Interpreters. </p>
                        </div>
                <div type="article">
                            <head type="sub"> XX. </head>
                <p> That the several <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi>s concluded in this Peace, do forthwith restore to the
                    respective <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Parents and Owners all such Children, Servants and Horses,
                    which they have at any time taken from them, and are now remaining with them the
                    said <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi>s, or which they can make discovery of. </p>
                        </div>
                <div type="article">
                            <head type="sub"> XXI. </head>
                <p> That the Trade with the said <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi>s be continued, limited, restrained or laid
                    open, as shall make best for the Peace and Quiet<pb n="16" facs="pageImages/Stuart-p16.jpg"/> of the Countrey;
                    upon which Affair the Governour will consult with the Council and Assembly, and
                    conclude thereon at their next meeting. </p>
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                <p> The Sign of the Queen of Pamunkey, on behalf of her self and the several <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi>s
                    under her Subjection. </p>
                <p> The Sign of the Queen of Waonoke. </p>
                <p> The Sign of the King of the Nottoways. </p>
                <p> The Sign of the King of the Nancymond <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi>s. </p>
                <p> The Sign of Captain John West. Son to the Queen of Pamunkey. </p>
                <p>Convenit cum Originali.</p>
                <p>Test. Tho. Ludwell Secretary.</p>
                <pb n="17" facs="pageImages/Stuart-p17.jpg"/>
                <p> Memorandum the 29th day of May, 1677. </p>
                <p> That this Instrument of Peace being Read and Expounded to the several <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi>
                    Kings and Queens then present (at the Court at Middle Plantation) by
                    Interpreters Sworn truly to perform the same, the said <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> Kings and Queens
                    Signed and delivered the Articles to the Honourable Governour upon their Knees,
                    and received that other part, Signed and Delivered on behalf of the Kings
                    Majesty, in the same posture of kneeling, of their own accords kissing the Paper
                    as they Transferred it from hand to hand to each other, until every one had done
                    the like Mark of Reverence to it, in sign of a most free and joyful acceptance
                    of this Peace concluded with them. At the same time Pericuhtah King of the
                    Appomatucks being then present, did earnestly desire to be admitted to the
                    Signing this Peace with the rest; but he being suspected and Complained of to
                    have Committed by himself or Subjects<pb n="18" facs="pageImages/Stuart-p18.jpg"/> some Murthers on His Majesties
                    Subjects of England, was not admitted or included into this League at that time,
                    nor is to partake of the benefit of this Peace, before he shall have cleared
                    himself of this Guilt imputed to him, and Committed since His Majesties
                    Commissioners came into Virginia, as they were credibly informed: Which
                    Exemption gave the <hi rend="italic">English</hi> general satisfaction, to find there was so just
                    Inquisition made of the Bloud of their Slaughtered Brethren. </p>
                <closer>
                    <signed> John Berry, Francis Morison </signed>
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                <signed> Printed by <persName>John Bill,</persName>
                    <persName>Christopher Barker,</persName>
                    <persName>Thomas Newcomb</persName> and <persName>Henry Hills,</persName>
                    Printers to the Kings Most Excellent Majesty </signed>        
            <date> 1677. </date>
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            <note type="editorial" xml:id="treaty" target="treaty_" resp="editors.xml#JOB">
                <p>This document, most typically remembered as the “Treaty of Middle Plantation,” after the place where it was ratified (the site of present-day Williamsburg, Virginia) was signed in May 1677 by the governor representing the English colonial government and the leaders of several indigenous tribes, primarily the Pamunkey and Mattaponi, to bring an end to a series of conflicts between the English settlers and the native people of the region. The conflicts are most often referred to as <ref target="https://encyclopediavirginia.org/entries/bacon-nathaniel-1647-1676/">“Bacon’s Rebellion”</ref> after the English settler Nathaniel Bacon, who in 1676 led attacks against native groups and then an armed uprising against William Berkeley, then the English governor, and his administration. The Rebellion is a complicated and often ugly story, but a key component was that Bacon and the colonists who joined him in rising up against their own government, argued that Berkeley was not sufficiently brutal to the native American population in the area, which Bacon wished to eliminate completely to clear land for settlement by English colonists. Bacon’s uprising exposed divisions with the colonists between the elite members of the government (which was in favor of promoting the intersts of settlers but not interest in sparking conflict with the native people) and the farmers, indentured servants, and also some enslaved African people who fought on Bacon’s side. But the conflict also exposed and exacerbated divisions with the local indigenous nations. Bacon and his followers burned the colonial capital of Jamestown down, but he died of unexpectedly of dysentery in October 1676. The rebellion lost its momentum with the loss of its leader. The British government restored order and executed some of the other central figures in the uprising. Berkeley, who seemed unable to please anybody, was relieved of his office and went back to England, where he died in July 1677. The English king, Charles II, sent a commission consisting of John Berry and Francis Morison to investigate the situation, as well as a new governor, Herbert Jeffreys, to replace the discredited Berkeley.</p>
                
                <p>The treaty to establish a durable peace was largely negotiated between the commissioners and a group of natives led by the Pamunkey leader Cockacoeske, who had become the most prominent representative of the indigenous people in the region. (We follow convention in identifying the “author” of the treaty as Charles Stuart or Charles II, as all royal proclamations and treaties were credited to him, but the terms were worked out on the ground, using language that followed legal and diplomatic precedent.) Under the terms of the treaty, the native peoples avowed their loyalty to the English crown. In return, the different tribes were recognized as sovereign over their own citizens, and were granted various kinds of protection against future attempts at violence against them by English settlers. Colonists were, for example, not allowed to claim any land within three miles of a native village. This in effect established the first reservations for indigenous people in territory that was becoming increasingly dominated by the English. The treaty also consolidated Cockacoeske, the “Queen of Pamunkey,” as the leader of the indigenous people of the area, insisting that other tribes declare their allegiance to her.</p>
                
               <p>The native people probably had reason to regret the terms of the treaty. English settlers often ignored the three-mile rule, and Cockacoeske had mixed success in getting other indigenous leaders to acknowledge her authority. But the Treaty of Middle Plantation remains in force to this day. Representatives of the Mattaponi and Pamunky people <ref target="https://www.wvtf.org/news/2021-11-24/mattaponi-and-pamunkey-fulfill-1677-treaty-obligations-at-governors-mansion">bring gifts such as turkey and deer to the Governor of Virginia</ref> each year, usually around Thanksgiving, in symbolic fulfillment of their obligations for the "tribute" called for by the treaty. In theory, the Treaty of Middle Plantation protected indigenous people from acts of violence and codified their sovereignty, something that Bacon and his followers would not have accepted. But the document is also one of many that marks the long history of the displacement of native people in the Americas from the lands that they had lived on for many centuries.</p>
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                <note type="editorial" xml:id="birthday" target="birthday_" resp="editors.xml#JOB">May 29th was indeed the birthday of Charles II, as well as the anniversary of the day that he had been restored to the <hi rend="italic">English</hi> throne in 1660. It is impossible to know whether this is a coincidence, or whether the <hi rend="italic">English</hi> commissioners planned the treaty signing to occur on a day that they knew that their boss considered to be an auspicious one.</note>
                <note type="editorial" xml:id="tuckahoe" target="tuckahoe_" resp="editors.xml#JOB">Tuckahoe is a generic name for a number of marsh grasses that indigenous people used for food and medicine.</note>
                <note type="editorial" xml:id="curtenemons" target="curtenemons_" resp="editors.xml#JOB">Curtunemons is the Pamunkey word for the plant that English speakers usually call "dock"; it's a green that can be used fresh in salads or cooked.</note>
                <note type="editorial" xml:id="puckoone" target="puckoone_" resp="editors.xml#JOB">A Pamunkey word for a plant that the indigenous people used to make a dye for clothes.</note>
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							<forename>Unca Eliza</forename>
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						<title>The Female American; or, The Adventures of Unca Eliza Winkfield.
							Compiled by herself. In two volumes. ...</title>
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							<publisher>printed for Francis Noble, and John Noble</publisher>
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                                <hi rend="italic">The Female American</hi> begins with the history of the
						seventeenth-century English arrival in Tsenacomoco, the homeland of the
						Powhatan Chiefdom. This settlement, which was called Jamestown, is today a
						cultural heritage site in the greater Williamsburg, Virginia area. Many
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						operated on Monacan lands. At the time of this writing, the Monacan Indian
						Nation is fighting to save their historical capital Rassawek from further
						incursion from the state of Virginia, which plans to build a water pumping
						station over it. Readers can learn more about the effort to <ref target="http://www.culturalheritagepartners.com/saverassawek/">Save
							Rassawek</ref> and to join in the effort to stop it at the <ref target="https://www.monacannation.com/">Monacan Nation</ref> website.<lb/>
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					<titlePart>THE Female American;<lb/>
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						WINKFIELD,<lb/>COMPILED BY HERSELF.<lb/>IN TWO VOLUMES.<lb/>VOL.
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					<publisher>Printed for <persName type="lcnaf" key="nr93028454">FRANCIS
							NOBLE</persName>, at his Circulating <lb/>Library, opposite
							<placeName>Gray's-Inn Gate</placeName>, <placeName type="tgn" key="1004682">Holbourn</placeName>; <lb/>AND <persName type="lcnaf" key="nb2008022977">JOHN NOBLE</persName>, at his Circulating Library, in <lb/>
						<placeName>St. Martin's-Court</placeName>, near
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						<p>THE following extraordinary History will prove either acceptable or not
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						<p>But if curiosity demands a satisfaction of this kind, all that he can
							receive is only this, that I found it among the papers of my late
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							fiction, will have been long forgotten. </p>
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				<head type="main">THE<lb/>Female American; <lb/>OR THE <lb/> ADVENTURES <lb/>OF UNCA
					ELIZA WINKFIELD.</head>
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				<head type="sub">CHAP. I.</head>
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					<hi rend="italic">Motives for writing this history; discovery of <placeName type="tgn" key="7007919">Virginia</placeName>; the author's grandfather
						settles there; he is killed by the natives; his son is taken prisoner, but
						is saved by one of the king's daughters.</hi>
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				<p>
					<hi rend="dropcap">T</hi>HE following history of my life I never completely
					related but to one person; and at that time had no intention of committing it to
					writing: but finding the remembrance of <pb n="2" facs="pageImages/002.png"/><!--Consolidating paragraphs with page breaks within paragraph instead of separate line as shown in Literature in Context Template-->it
					burdensome to my memory, I thought I might, in some degree, exonerate myself, by
					digesting the most material events in the form of an history; for which purpose
					I collected together such loose memorandums as I had occasionally made, which
					have enabled me to render the following relation more regular and complete than
					otherwise it could have been, had I been obliged to trust only to the power of
					recollection: how, and why, I afterwards came otherwise to dispose of it will
					appear in due time. <ref target="women_" corresp="women">The lives of women being 
					commonly domestic, the occurrences of them are generally pretty nearly of the 
					same kind</ref>
                            <note xml:id="women" target="women_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">This introduction into the novel claims to make
					space for women within parts of life - and within literary genres - where many 
					thought that only men could go. Mary Helen McMurran calls <hi rend="italic">
					The Female American</hi> "an irresistible antidote to the two pillars of the 
					eighteenth-century development of the realist novel: masculine individualism 
					and female domesticity" (<ref target="https://www.jstor.org/stable/41468151">
					"Realism and the Unreal in <hi rend="italic">The Female American</hi>"</ref>, 324).</note>
					; whilst those of men, frequently more vagrant, subject them often to 
					experience greater vicissitudes, many times wonderful and strange. Though a woman, 
					it has been my <pb n="3" facs="pageImages/003.png"/> lot to have experienced 
					much of the latter; for 
					so wonderful, strange, and uncommon have been the events of my life, that true
					history, perhaps, never recorded any that were more so. However, I shall not
					endeavour to extort the reader's credence of them, if such my work should ever
					have any, by solemn professions of veracity; for, perhaps, they may never be
					read; but if they should, I think the greatest sceptic will allow, uncommon as
					they are, that they do not exceed the bounds of probability. Here are two ends
					they cannot fail of answering, rational entertainment, and mental improvement.
					To proceed then: </p>
				<p>The peaceful reign of <persName type="lcnaf" key="n80035841">king James I of
						England</persName> gave opportunity to the first attempt of the English to
					make a settlement<pb n="4 [page breaks after 'settle-']" facs="pageImages/004.png"/>
					 in the <placeName type="tgn" key="4001894">Indies</placeName>, at a
					place called, originally, <ref target="Wingandacoa_" corresp="Wingandacoa">Wingandacoa</ref>
					<note xml:id="Wingandacoa" target="Wingandacoa_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
						<graphic url="notes/wingandacoa.jpeg"/>According to the <ref target="https://digital.lib.ecu.edu/roanokecolonies/view/Wingandacoa">Joyner Library at East Carolina University</ref>, "Wingandacoa" is
						another name for the mainland of Virginia.</note>, part of the continent
					adjoining to <placeName type="tgn" key="7007240">Florida</placeName>, called
					afterwards <placeName type="tgn" key="7007919">Virginia</placeName>, in honour
					of our maiden <persName type="lcnaf" key="n79081709">queen Elizabeth</persName>,
					of blessed memory. As this place was first discovered by the great <persName type="lcnaf" key="n79060999">Sir Walter Raleigh</persName>, he obtained
					letters patent to settle a plantation there, <hi rend="italic">Anno Dom.</hi>
					<date when="1584">1584</date>. But it was some years after that time before any
					colony was sent there. The first <placeName type="tgn" key="7015896">plantation</placeName> that proved successful, was began in <date when="1607">1607</date>: at this time a colony arrived there of about an
					hundred persons, among the conductors of whom was <persName type="lcnaf" key="n93124661">Mr. Edward Maria Winkfield</persName>, my grandfather; but
					as many of these died, a further supply was sent the year after, under the care
					of captain Nilson and again more in <date when="1610">1610</date>, <date when="1611">1611</date>, <date when="1612">1612</date>. </p>

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				<p>In <date when="1618">1618</date>, the settlement was thought of consequence
					enough to receive a governor from <placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>. A very large colony arrived there two years after; and
					now the newcomers formed themselves into corporations. The first, and principal
						<placeName type="tgn" key="7015896">town</placeName>, was honoured with the
					name of <persName type="lcnaf" key="n80035841">king James</persName>. But the
					happy prospect, with which the newcomers flattered themselves, was unhappily
					obscured by the native Indians, who came unexpectedly upon them, and massacred
					three hundred of them; but this loss was soon repaired by a fresh recruit from
						<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>.---Thus much for the
					first peopling my native country. </p>
				<p>The <placeName type="tgn" key="7015896">plantation</placeName> which my
					grandfather first began, and which was the largest and most successful, devolved
					in a flourishing<pb n="6 [page breaks after 'flou-']" facs="pageImages/006.png"/>
					 state to my father, Mr. William Winkfield, of whom I must relate a
					very extraordinary adventure, as it gave occasion to his growing more suddenly
					rich than he could have done by an infant plantation, and gave birth to me; and
					in the consequences of it effected a more happy issue to my future adventures
					than could otherwise have happened. </p>
				<p>At the time of the massacre, mentioned above, my grandfather was killed, and my
					father, with a few more, was taken prisoners by the Indians; and as it was a
					very dark night, was hurried along many miles before he could perfectly discover
					any objects: at length the rising sun discovered to his view, at some distance,
					a large river with a great number<pb n="7 [page breaks after 'num-']" facs="pageImages/007.png"/>number of boats on it; into one of these he was
					forced, and then bound hand and foot. In a little time all the boats were in
					motion, and for some hours continued to go with great rapidity. My father had
					now but too much time to reflect on his unpromising situation, and recalling to
					his mind the words of his elder brother, whom he had left in <placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, he thought them unhappily
					predictive. </p>
				<p>He was a clergyman, and one of true piety and sound erudition. When his brother,
					my father, was about to quit <placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, with their father, to settle in this new discovered
					country, "My dear brother Bill," said
					he,<!--Mich: I deleted quotes per line, but I did add open and close quotes back in here to make it more readable (i.e. 'said he' I left without quotes.-->
					"I know too well my duty to my father to remonstrate against any action of his,
						<pb n="8" facs="pageImages/008.png"/>though in secret I may dread the
					consequence; but as I am your brother, and your elder, I may presume to give my
					opinion; may it not be prophetic! We have no right to invade the country of
					another, and I fear invaders will always meet a curse; but as your youth
					disenables you from viewing this expedition in that equitable light that it
					ought to be looked on, may your sufferings be proportionably light! for our God
					is just, and will weigh our actions in a just scale." </p>
				<p>My father at this time was about twenty years old, of a remarkable fair
					complexion for a man, with brown hair, black eyes, and was well shaped. I <pb n="9" facs="pageImages/009.png"/>should not give a description of his
					person, but that to it he owed, as it seems, his future preservation. The
					Indians continued their voyage above four or five hours, when they stopped on
					the same side of the shore on which they had embarked. As soon as they were
					landed, my father, with five other English captives, tied one to another, were
					drove, like sheep, many miles up the country, and then lodged in a cabin till
					next day; however, in the interim, they were plentifully supplied with dried
					Indian corn, dried goats flesh, and a kind of small wine, but thick, though well
					flavoured. They had heard that some of the Indians were <ref target="cannibals_" corresp="cannibals">men-eaters</ref>
					<note xml:id="cannibals" target="cannibals_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">cannibals</note>, and thought these were
					such, or that they would not have fed them so plentifully but to render <pb n="10" facs="pageImages/010.png"/> them, as we do hogs, the better food:
						<ref target="mistaken_" corresp="mistaken">however, in this they were
						mistaken</ref>
					<note xml:id="mistaken" target="mistaken_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">Winkfield’s father and companions are
						referred to twice in this passage as livestock (sheep, then hogs). Winkfield
						alludes to, then quickly dismisses, the possibility that the Indians are
						cannibals. The early rejection of a 'savage cannibal' trope in <hi rend="italic">The Female
						American</hi> fundamentally changes Winkfield’s experience living on the island
						compared to Robinson Crusoe and the portrayal of the 'Indians' she
						encounters.</note>. </p>
				<p>The next day, soon after sun-rising, my father and his five unhappy companions
					were brought out of their cabin; their <ref target="cloaths_" corresp="cloaths">cloaths</ref>
					<note xml:id="cloaths" target="cloaths_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">clothes</note> were taken off, and they
					placed in a circle formed by a great number of Indians of both sexes, all naked,
					except a small covering of foliage about their middle, which decently covered
					the distinction of sexes. This local covering of several of the females was
					composed of beautiful flowers. The unhappy captives flood amidst this assembly a
					considerable time, whilst a venerable old man seemed to address them in a
					pathetic manner, for tears accompanied his words. He was, as my father
					afterwards learned, their king, <pb n="11" facs="pageImages/011.png"/> and of a
					very numerous people; and the purport of his long speech was this: </p>
				<p>"<ref target="first_" corresp="first">Men, for I see you have legs, arms, and heads 
				as we have, look to the sun</ref>
                            <note xml:id="first" target="first_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
				The Indigenous king is the first character in the book to speak, giving him a voice not 
				just literally, but metaphorically. Adding further weight to his words is the power he 
				wields to order execution, as he threatens to do. Winkfield's choice to make this the 
				first line of spoken dialogue in the book lends the king power and respect, and it may 
				appear to foreshadow the centering of Indigenous voices as the story unfolds. At the 
				same time, there is an element of <ref target="https://www.oed.com/dictionary/ableism_n?tab=meaning_and_use#12906150">ableism</ref>, 
				as the king makes worship contingent on having limbs.</note>,"<!--quote adjustment--> 
				here he pointed up to that luminary, "<ref target="sun_" corresp="sun">he is our god, is he yours?</ref>
					<note xml:id="sun" target="sun_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">Ancient Israel was surrounded by peoples who worshiped solar deities.
						Abrahamic religions thus condemn solar cults and other forms of animism,
						viewing nature-worship as a form of idolatry. (See <ref target="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=deuteronomy+4.19&amp;version=KJV">Deuteronomy 4.19, 17.3</ref>). The narrator equates the Indigenous
						people’s religious practices with the enemies of ancient Israel, a
						connection that is explicit in Chapter XI when she compares island natives
						to the prophets of Baal.<lb/>Biblical passages quoted by the narrator do not
						perfectly match the wording of any English translation. Here and throughout,
						we have chosen to link to the King James Version, which was the official
						Anglican Bible in the eighteenth century.</note> He made us, he warms us, he
					lights us, <ref target="creation_" corresp="creation">he makes our corn and
						grass to grow</ref>. <note xml:id="creation" target="creation_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">Allusion to <ref target="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalm+104%3A14&amp;version=KJV">Psalm 104.14</ref>, probably to further underscore that they mistakenly
						worship the creation instead of the creator.</note>, we love and praise him;
					did he make you? Did he send you to punish us? if he did, we will die, here are
					our bows and arrows, kill us." Saying this, they all threw their bows and arrows
					within the circle, between themselves and the captives. Not then knowing their
					meaning, they stood silent; the king then continued his speech, "Our god is not
						<pb n="12" facs="pageImages/012.png"/> angry; the evil being who made you
					has sent you into our land to kill us; we know you not, and have never offended
					you; why then have you taken possesion of our lands, ate our fruits, and made
					our countrymen prisoners? Had you no lands of your own? Why did you not ask? we
					would have given you some. Speak." It seems they had no idea that there are more
					languages than one; therefore taking their silence for a confession of guilt,
					their king proceeded, "You designed to kill us, but we hurt no man who has not
					first offended us; our god has given you into our hands, and you must die." </p>
				<p>This said, the Indians took up their bows and, arrows, whilst others bound <pb n="13" facs="pageImages/013.png"/> my father and his five unhappy
					countrymen, and cut off the heads of the latter, one after another. My father
					expected the same fate; but just as the executioner was about to give the
					stroke, a maiden, who stood by the king, and whose neck, breast, and arms, were
					curiously adorned with jewels, diamonds, and solid pieces of gold and silver,
					and who was one of the king's daughters, stroked my father with a wand. This was
					the signal for deliverance; he was immediately unbound, and a covering, like
					that the Indians wore, was put round his body, and a kind of chain, formed of
					long grass, round his neck, of a considerable length, one end of which the
					princess took hold of, and gently led him along, till she came to a bower
					composed of the most pleasing greens, <pb n="14" facs="pageImages/014.png"/>
					delightfully <ref target="variegated_" corresp="variegated">variegated</ref>
					<note xml:id="variegated" target="variegated_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">consisting of many different types of things,
						markings or persons</note> with the most beautiful flowers; a shady defense
					from the sun, which then shone with uncommon heat. Beneath, was a large
					collection of leaves, which covered the whole surface of the ground to a great
					depth; here she made him sit, none present but themselves. She seated herself by
					him, viewed him with great attention from head to foot, felt his face and hands,
					but with the greatest modesty. She then arose, and going out returned presently
					with a <ref target="coconut_" corresp="coconut">cocoa nut</ref>
					<note xml:id="coconut" target="coconut_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">coconut</note> shell, and drinking first,
					presented him the remainder of a liquor of most delicious taste, of the <ref target="vinous_" corresp="vinous">vinous</ref>
					<note xml:id="vinous" target="vinous_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">derivate of wine</note> kind; at the same
					time <ref target="fruits_" corresp="fruits">offering him a basket of 
					various fruits</ref>
                            <note xml:id="fruits" target="fruits_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">Ahuja, author of 
					the article "<ref target="https://www.researchgate.net/publication/290976239_Coconut_-_History_uses_and_folklore">Coconut - History, Uses, and Folklore</ref>," 
					describes the best environment that coconuts thrive in, which includes 
					"free-draining aerated soil often found on sandy beaches, a supply of fresh 
					groundwater, humid atmosphere, and temperatures between 27°C and 30°C" (221). 
					Given that the characters are in Virginia, a climate unsupportive of growing 
					such fruits, Indigenous people would be unlikely to have access to the coconut 
					during this time period. The action is also set during the first attempt of 
					the English to make a settlement in the area. Later, tropical plant species 
					like the coconut palm would become an important part of the colonial fruit 
					hierarchy. To have tropical fruits imported from Caribbean islands to 
					colonies like Virginia was considered a luxury and a way to show off wealth 
					and status.</note>. My father freely accepted of both,
					and found himself surprizingly refreshed. She then made a sign to him to lie 
					<pb n="15" facs="pageImages/015.png"/> down, and with looks of ineffable
					tenderness, retired; having first laid her bow and quiver filled with arrows by
					him, and fastened the door of the bower with a twig. </p>
				<p>This tender and extraordinary treatment had so far composed my father's mind,
					that, joined with the excessive heat of the day, and the wine together, he was
					so much overcome, that he insensibly fell asleep, amidst his reflections on this
					strange adventure. When he awoke, he found two Indian slaves fanning and
					defending him from the flies; which in that country are very hurtful. No sooner
					did they perceive he was awake, but one of his attendants withdrew, and
					presently returned, I cannot say with his fair, but with his black deliverer,
					who, smiling, gently pulled him by his chain, and led him, now willing and
					fearless, to a neighbouring<pb n="16 [page breaks after 'neigh-']" facs="pageImages/016.png"/>  cabin, greatly distinguished from those about it, both by its
					largeness and elegance. </p>
				<p>Here he again saw the king, before whom he bowed; whilst his patroness presented
					the end of the chain she held to her father, who with much seeming affability
					returned it to his daughter. By this act my father understood he gave him as a
					captive to his daughter, who, immediately breaking the chain from around his
					neck, threw it at his feet, making a motion to him that he should set his foot
					upon it, which he having done, she clapt her hands, and cried out, <ref target="language_" corresp="language">
						<hi rend="italic">Hala pana chi nu,</hi>
					</ref>
					<note xml:id="language" target="language_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">Despite Unca Eliza’s many references to her
						ability to comprehend and speak a multitude of languages of American
						natives, this is the only instance in Vol. 1 where the author provides a
						written version of a “native phrase”. However, this is most likely a
						fabrication. In <ref target="https://www.jstor.org/stable/41468151">"Realism
							and the Unreal in The Female American"</ref> (2011), McMurran points to
						the presence of "chi" and "nu", the written pronunciation of Greek letters,
						as evidence for this.</note> "great peace be to you." </p>
				<p>Though my father did not then understand her words, he could not but <pb n="17" facs="pageImages/017.png"/>conceive her actions as declarative of his
					liberty; for actions are a kind of universal language: he therefore threw
					himself at her feet, when she in return offered him her hand to rise, and then
					led him into another cabin, completely furnished after the Indian manner. Here
					he found the two Indian slaves who had attended him in the bower: these the
					princess presented to him, and whom by the homage they paid him, he understood
					he was to consider as his slaves. His cloaths which had been taken from him,
					together with those of his less happy companions, were brought to him. </p>
				<p>The princess continued some hours with him, and they participated of a collation
					of fruits, whilst the princess continually talked to him, as if he had <pb n="18" facs="pageImages/018.png"/>understood her language. This agreeable
					society continued several weeks, she visiting him every day, <ref target="shewing_" corresp="shewing">shewing</ref>
					<note xml:id="shewing" target="shewing_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">showing</note> him the neighbouring
					fountains, woods, and walks, and every thing that could amuse. At last my father
					began to understand her language, which redoubled all her past pleasures, when,
					according to <ref target="primitivism_" corresp="primitivism">the simplicity 
					of the uncorrupted Indians</ref>
                            <note xml:id="primitivism" target="primitivism_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">This sentence reflects the 
					concept of primitivism: “A preference for the supposedly free and contented 
					existence found in a ‘primitive’ way of life as opposed to the artificialities 
					of urban civilization” (<ref target="https://www.oxfordreference.com/view/10.1093/acref/9780198715443.001.0001/acref-9780198715443-e-916">
					Oxford Reference</ref>). Primitivism celebrated the perceived simplicity and 
					purity of Indigenous cultures while upholding colonists' belief that their 
					culture was much more advanced than others. Seeing Indigenous people as primitive 
					also agreed with the religious movement of the Puritans, who believed they could 
					reverse the corruption of the English church by Catholic influences: “Sermons 
					emphasize renewal, regeneration, and the recovery of a lost, primitive, edenic purity” (
					<ref target="https://doi.org/10.1093/acprof:oso/9780199998142.001.0001">
					Hutchins, <hi rend="italic">Inventing Eden</hi>
                                </ref>, 180).</note>, she declared that love
					for him, which he had long before understood by her actions. </p>
				<p>Though a complexion so different, as that of the princess from an European,
					cannot but at first disgust, yet by degrees my father grew insensible to the
					difference, and in other respects her person was not inferior to that of the
					greatest European beauty; but what <pb n="19" facs="pageImages/019.png"/>was
					more, her understanding was uncommonly great, pleasantly lively, and wonderfully
					comprehensive, even of subjects unknown to her, till informed of them by my
					father, who took extraordinary pains to instruct her; for now he loved in his
					turn: and sure he must have had a heart strangely insensible if such great
					kindness, joined with such perfections, had not had that effect. </p>
				<p>They had now lived together six months, and understood each other tolerably, when
					Unca, for that was the princess's name, proposed their marriage. As she was a
					Pagan, though my father sincerely loved her, and wished for that union, he could
					not help shewing some uneasiness at the proposal<pb n="20 [page breaks after 'pro-']" facs="pageImages/020.png"/>. This the observant princess instantly
					saw. "What," cried she, "does not my Winka," so she called him, "love me?" My
					father caught her in his arms; "Yes, my dear Unca, cried he, I do, but <ref target="pagan_" corresp="pagan">my God will be angry if I marry you, unless
						you will worship him as I do</ref>
					<note xml:id="pagan" target="pagan_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff"> Framed by the narrator calling her mother a
						“pagan,” this may be an allusion to <ref target="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2+corinthians+6%3A14&amp;version=KJV">2 Corinthians 6.14</ref> where first-century Christians are advised to
						marry other Christians instead of Greek pagans.</note>." This gave birth to
					a long conversation, in which, though my father was a very sensible man, and had
					enjoyed a good education, being very young, he found it not a little difficult
					to teach another what he yet firmly believed himself; but as we readily believe
					those whom we love, he was more successful than he expected, and in a little
					time the princess became convinced of her errors, and her good understanding
					helped to forward her conversion. </p>

				<pb n="21" facs="pageImages/021.png"/>
				<p>Thus love and religion agreeably divided their time; and so happy was my father
					with his princess, that he almost forgot his former situation, and begun to look
					upon the country he was in as his own, nor indeed did he ever expect to see any
					other again; and he now loved Unca as much as she did him, and was therefore
					willing to make her and her country his for ever; but an unexpected event soon
					gave a different turn to their affirs. </p>
			</div>

			<div type="chapter" n="2">

				<pb n="22" facs="pageImages/022.png"/>
				<head type="main">CHAP. II. </head>
				<head type="desc">
					<hi rend="italic">The king's eldest daughter conceives a passion for him, which
						produces disagreeable consequences, from which he is delivered by Unca.</hi>
				</head>
				<p>
					<hi rend="dropcap">M</hi>Y father had never seen any other of the king's
					daughters since the day of his deliverance from death, but his dear Unca, till
					one day sitting in a wood to shelter himself from the excessive heat of the sun,
					the king's eldest daughter approached him. As soon as my father saw her,
					supposing she was one of the king's daughters, he arose to salute her with the
					profoundest respect. "Winca," said she, "I have long sought for such <pb n="23" facs="pageImages/023.png"/> an opportunity as this; let us therefore retire
					further into this wood, that we may converse with more freedom." My father,
					unsuspecting the occasion of this visit, obeyed, when the princess thus began:
					"Winca, it is our custom to be silent, or to speak what we think; we are of
					opinion that nature has given us the same right to declare our love as it has to
					your sex; know, Winca, then, that I have seen you, and that the oftener I have
					seen you the more I love you; I know my sister loves you, but I am my father's
					eldest daughter, and as he has no son, whoever marries me will be king after his
					death." </p>
				<p>My father was so much surprized at this unexpected declaration, that he was not
					able immediately to reply; but as <pb n="24" facs="pageImages/024.png"/> soon as
					he was a little recovered, he endeavoured to excuse himself as well as he could,
					by pleading his love and prior engagement to her sister; but it was in vain: all
					he could say tended but to provoke her anger. At last, in a rage, not to be
					described, she cried, "If you will not love me, you shall die; my sister shall
					never enjoy an happiness that I aspire to; nor shall my vengeance be long
					delayed; this instant shall put a period to your life." However menacing these
					words were, my father was not greatly alarmed, as they were uttered by an
					unarmed woman, and which he conceived to be only the effect of passion, and
					unluckily smiled. "What! cried she, do you scorn my love, deride my power? know
					wretch, Alluca can despise love and death at her will." </p>

				<pb n="25" facs="pageImages/025.png"/>
				<p>Saying this, she clapt her hands together, and immediately six male Indians
					appeared from behind the trees, where they had stood at some distance
					unperceived by him. "Seize that white infidel," cried she; and in an instant all
					power of defence or flight was equally taken from him. She then took a
					pomegranate-shell out of a kind of pocket that she wore by her side, and going
					up to a poisonous herb, squeezed the juice of it into it; then advancing to my
					father, "Here," said she, "be mine, or drink this; I offer you love and death;
					make your choice." "I can love none but Unca," replied he. </p>
				<p>She then ordered four of the slaves to hold my father whilst the two others were
					about to force the poisonous <pb n="26" facs="pageImages/026.png"/> draught into
					his mouth. "Hold," cried my father, "if I must die, I will drink it myself, I
					cannot do too much for Unca; she gave me life, and for her sake I will lose
					it--I drink Unca's health; her love shall make it sweet," He drank it, and I
					suppose the ministers of his intended death soon left him; for not long after he
					awoke, as it were from sleep, and found himself in the arms of his dear Unca,
					when in a languid tone he uttered, "What! do I meet my dear Unca so soon in
					another world? this was worth dying for." He then sunk again, as into a sleep. </p>
				<p>It seems the princess Unca, having missed my father, arrived just after her
					sister and the slaves had retired, and saw him sink upon the ground. As she <pb n="27" facs="pageImages/027.png"/> was no stranger to her sister's love for
					my father, her quick apprehension soon suggested what had happened; and as <ref target="science_" corresp="science">the Indians are remarkable for their
						knowledge of poisons, and no less so for their skill in antidotes</ref>
					<note xml:id="science" target="science_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">In the seventeenth century, science was not
						the well-established field we know it as today, and much work in the field
						more closely resembled philosophy. The reference here to Indigenous
						knowledges about the poisonous and antidotary plants could be a recognition
						to the validity of this information in respect to European modes of natural
						philosophy. While science is not yet formalized, the natural knowledges
						described by the narrator comprise the types of observations that began to
						solidify an American scientific tradition. (Reference: Alfred North
						Whitehead, <hi rend="italic">
                                    <ref target="https://www.google.com/books/edition/Science_and_the_Modern_World/ea8DAAAAMAAJ">Science and the Modern World</ref>
                                </hi>)</note>, she instantly
					sought, and as quickly found, an herb whose <ref target="salutary_" corresp="salutary">salutary</ref>
					<note xml:id="salutary" target="salutary_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">having a good effect on somebody/something,
						though often seeming unpleasant</note> efficacy she was well acquainted
					with. She immediately squeezed the juice of it into his mouth, which soon
					reached his stomach, and made him eject the poison; but still his eyes were
					closed; a second dose revived him, and opening his eyes he uttered those words
					to the princess, just now related. "<ref target="heaven-be-praised_" corresp="heaven-be-praised">Heaven be praised
					</ref>
                            <note xml:id="heaven-be-praised" target="heaven-be-praised_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">Unca saves William
					Winkfield from fatal poisoning using natural antidotes, yet she praises
					Heaven for his survival. The characters use nature here in a practical way
					but involve religion in a moral/philosophical sense. In 
					<ref target="https://doi.org/10.1057/978-1-137-46361-6_17">“Curiosity 
					and the Occult,” Barbara M. Benedict describes</ref> the complex relationship
					between science and religion in the context of the Royal Society, which
					was founded in 1660 with the goal of learning more about the natural world
					through scientific experimentation. Although scientists championed this
					experimentation as a way to better understand God’s power, other members
					of society “regarded it suspiciously as a usurpation of God’s role” (351),
					attitudes that continued into the eighteenth century as well (360). Though
					published in 1767, <hi rend="italic">The Female American</hi>is set prior
					to the founding of the Royal Society and may reflect a fantasy of
					returning to a simpler time of connection between religion and
					nature.</note>," said the princess, " my
					dear Winka, that I came time enough to save a life dearer to me than my own;
					suck more of this juice, and you will be entirely recovered."<pb n="28 [page breaks after 're-']" facs="pageImages/028.png"/>  He
					did so, and was soon able to get up and walk; but with a slow tottering pace,
					like a man whose brain has been hurt by the fumes of wine. The princess
					perceived his condition, and as they passed along gathered some flowers, the
					smell of which quickly dispelled the fumes, and fortified his brain so
					powerfully, that he was soon perfectly recovered, and his strength and
					understanding both entirely restored. Having returned the princess ten thousand
					thanks for thus giving him life a second time, they walked lowly homewards. </p>
				<p>During their short walk, my father related to the princess Unca all that had
					passed between him and the princess Alluca, her sister. When he had <pb n="29" facs="pageImages/029.png"/> finished his relation, the princess replied, "I
					will take effectual care for your security to-night, where my sister will not be
					able to discover you, and to-morrow I will consult my father what further
					measures we shall pursue." She then led him through some bye-paths of the wood,
					to the hut of an honest Indian, in whom she could confide; here she left him,
					with a caution not to stir out till her return next day. </p>
				<p>Early the next morning the princess Unca, and her father, came to the hut where
					his daughter had concealed my father. Here a consultation was begun. The king
					said, "He could no more blame his eldest daughter than he did his younger, for
					loving my father; that Alluca had conceived an affection for <pb n="30" facs="pageImages/030.png"/> him at the same time that Unca had, and at the
					instant that she touched him with her wand, Alluca was about to have done the
					same; that he highly condemned her intention to poison him; yet as she was
					tenderly beloved by him, as well as Unca, and his heir, he hoped my father would
					not desire him to inflict any punishment on her, since the loss of her lover
					would be a sufficient one." My father frankly declared that his regard for him,
					and his love for Unca, were sufficient motives to induce him to forgive her. The
					king then proposed that, to prevent all future danger, my father and the
					princess should be immediately married; and that they should both set out
					instantly for the place of my father's abode, and that, on his account, he would
					enter into a treaty <pb n="31" facs="pageImages/031.png"/> of friendship with
					his countrymen; and added, that he would give him a portion worthy of a
					princess. </p>
				<p>As <ref target="marriage_" corresp="marriage">my father considered marriage as a
						civil, as well as a religious, ceremony</ref>
					<note xml:id="marriage" target="marriage_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
						<p>The author’s discourse on marriage may be a response to Daniel Defoe’s
								<ref target="https://archive.org/details/religiouscourtsh1722defo/mode/2up">
								<hi rend="italic">Religious Courtship</hi>
							</ref> (1722). Puritan dissention toward liturgical practices meant that
							matrimonial ceremonies were modest, private engagements in the presence
							of a minister. Although its ritual was informal, marriage was regarded
							as the cornerstone of civic development through family building. This
							scene could perhaps be read as pushing Puritan logic ad absurdum: if a
							minister is merely witness to the marital vows, any kind of witness
							would do. Anglican matrimony, by contrast, would be facilitated publicly
							by a priest according to the ceremony prescribed in <ref target="http://justus.anglican.org/resources/bcp/1549/Marriage_1549.htm">The Book of Common Prayer</ref>.</p>
						<p>This also might be read as the set-up to a joke mocking Puritans,
							completed in a few paragraphs.</p>
					</note>, and found, by their discourse, that their matrimonial ceremonies had
					nothing in them contrary to his own religion, he very readily consented. An
					Indian priest was sent for, and the ceremony was soon performed. A proper cabin,
					or hut, was immediately prepared for the reception of the new-married couple,
					and they were securely guarded, to prevent further mischief, till such time as
					the necessary preparations were made for my father's return, with his bride, to
					his own <placeName type="tgn" key="7015896">plantation</placeName>. In a few
					days, every thing was ready for their departure.<pb n="32 [page breaks after 'de-']" facs="pageImages/032.png"/>  They took an affectionate leave of
					the old king, and got into a canoe provided for them, attended by several
					others, in which were several Indian maidens to attend Unca, and men slaves for
					my father, and a considerable baggage, the contents of which my father was then
					unacquainted with. Taking the advantage of wind and tide, they in a few hours
					arrived, without any accident, within a small distance of my father's
					plantation, to which he was heartily welcomed by his neighbours, who never
					expected to see him again. They were greatly surprised at his extraordinary
					adventure, and very glad that it proved the means of a friendship between them
					and the Indians. </p>

				<pb n="33" facs="pageImages/033.png"/>
				<p>My father being again settled with his dear Unca, in his own habitation, <ref target="ceremony_" corresp="ceremony">they were now married, according to
						the rights of the church of England</ref>
					<note xml:id="ceremony" target="ceremony_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">Here the joke, “My father considered marriage
						as a civil, as well as a religious, ceremony” comes full circle. The first
						matrimonial service in the presence of Unca’s kin was “civil.” The second
						matrimonial service—the legitimate one for the Church of England—is the
						“religious” one. The joke is that if civil and religious categories of
						marriage are distinct, two ceremonies might be appropriate.</note>, by an
					English chaplain belonging to one of the men of war that then lay in the
					harbour. Now they began to examine tha017e presents that the king had made them,
					and found them to be very valuable, consisting of a great quantity of <ref target="wealth_" corresp="wealth">gold dust and precious stones, and many
						curiosities peculiar to the Indians</ref>
					<note xml:id="wealth" target="wealth_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">The references herein offer an interesting
						muddling of natural and colonial forms of wealth that the author uses to
						describe her legacy from the Americas as well as a participation in several
						now-centuries old tropes describing indigenous Americans. The references to
						Eliza’s mother wearing diamonds and the “gold dust and precious stones” are
						not consistent with known mineral wealth that could have been acquired in
						Virginia at this time. The author could be engaging with literary propaganda
						about forms of wealth associated with the Indigenous stemming as far back as
						1605. See Beeman’s <ref target="https://www.jstor.org/stable/2147453">"Labor
							Forces and Race Relations: A Comparative View of the Colonization of
							Brazil and Virginia"</ref> (1971).</note>. However, my father thought it
					prudent to conceal the greater part of his riches from the knowledge of his
					neighbours, not knowing how strong a temptation a display of them might prove,
					as many of the colony were not only persons of desperate fortunes, but most of
					them <pb n="34" facs="pageImages/034.png"/> such whose crimes had rendered them
					obnoxious in their native country. </p>
				<p>As my father had persuaded his wife to conform to the European dress, he provided
					for her as well as he could, till he had an opportunity of procuring cloaths
					more suitable to her dignity. He took every opportunity that offered to send
					part of his riches over to <placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName> privately, to be there disposed of, and such goods in
					return to be sent as he wanted; for it seems he had no inclination to leave his
					habitation, and the thoughts of it were highly disgusting to the princess: but
					had his own desires been ever so much for a removal, he would have sacrificed
					them to those of the princess, whom he passionately loved. </p>

				<pb n="35" facs="pageImages/035.png"/>
				<p>My father built him a more elegant house, which was suitably furnished, and his
					plantation by far the best and largest of any about him. This was a work of
					time. In the interim, my mother, proving with child from the night of their
					marriage, was safely delivered of me. I was, a month after, baptized by the name
					of Unca Eliza. The king, my grand-father, frequently sent a messenger to inquire
					after his children, who always attended with some present of fruit, flowers, or
					something more valuable. Thus happily did my father and mother live together,
					till I was about six years old; during which time they never heard the least
					news about their sister Alluca: but at this period an Indian brought <pb n="36" facs="pageImages/036.png"/> the news of the old king's death, and that
					Alluca, still single, was received as queen. </p>
				<p>A little after, as my father and mother were sitting in the garden, and I playing
					at their feet, a slave informed them that two Indians were come from the
					princess Alluca. As soon as they came into the garden my father was surprised to
					see that they had each of them a great coat on, contrary to the Indian custom:
					he had scarce made this reflection before one of them, being come close up to
					him, pulled a short dagger out of his sleeve, and made a push at him, which most
					probably would have proved mortal, had not he, by a sudden motion, avoided it.
					At the same instant my mother gave a loud <pb n="37" facs="pageImages/037.png"/>
					shriek, when my father, turning his eyes, saw her falling with a dagger in her
					breast, for the other assassin had been too successful in his murderous attempt.
					My father caught her in his arms, and received her dying blood and breath
					together. The slaves, that my mother's shrieks and my cries had brought to us,
					presently seized the two murderers. One of them, who dearly loved my mother,
					drew the dagger out of her breast, and plunged it into the heart of him who had
					assassinated my mother, and was going to have done the same by the other, when
					my father cried out, as loud as he was able, " Take him alive." He was instantly
					bound hand and foot, and carried to a place of security. </p>

				<pb n="38" facs="pageImages/038.png"/>
				<p>What is human felicity? How often our greatest pleasures procure us the greatest
					misery! This moment behold a happy couple mutually endearing themselves to each
					other, whilst the infant offspring of their loves beholds their joys, partakes
					of, and adds to them. The next--but let the scene sink into darkness! 'tis too
					affecting for a daughter's pen to draw. </p>
			</div>

			<div type="chapter" n="3">

				<pb n="39" facs="pageImages/039.png"/>
				<head type="main">CHAP. III.</head>
				<head type="desc">
					<hi rend="italic">Death of the Indian queen; Unca and her father embark for
							<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>; provides for
						his brother; a description of the person and dress of the female American;
						her father returns to <placeName type="tgn" key="7007919">Virginia</placeName>; for which she afterwards sails, where her father
						dies.</hi>
				</head>
				<p>
					<hi rend="dropcap">A</hi>S soon as my mother was buried, and my father a little
					composed, he called for the surviving assassin, and from him learnt that the
					princess Alluca had compelled him and his companion to be the instruments of her
					revenge on them, <ref target="love_" corresp="love">for his having slighted her love
					</ref>
                            <note xml:id="love" target="love_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">Winkfield characterizes Alluca as villainous and violent 
					because Unca Eliza’s father "slighted her love." Winkfield writes a powerful woman 
					of color but with a stereotypical motive that has been exhausted in the media: 
					romantic or sexual jealousy. This stereotype can be related to the common trope 
					found in literature and film of the "<ref target="https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BlackJezebelStereotype">Jezebel</ref>," 
					defined as a sexually deviant woman of color with little characterization other than 
					love or lust. Harmful stereotypes of women of color in media such as <hi rend="italic">The Female American</hi> can lead to negative perceptions in the real 
					world. Additionally, this negative characterization of Alluca lends additional 
					support to the <ref target="https://muse.jhu.edu/article/863539">growing scholarly 
					consensus</ref> that Winkfield was not a woman of color.</note>. My father consulted 
					<pb n="40" facs="pageImages/040.png"/> with the rest of the planters, whether
					they should deliver the assassin up to justice, or let him go home. Considering
					the infant state of the colony, and the temper of the reigning princess, <ref target="quarrel_" corresp="quarrel">they thought it prudent to avoid every
						thing that might occasion a quarrel with the Indians</ref>
					<note xml:id="quarrel" target="quarrel_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">The unwillingness to disrupt the tenuous
						relations between the indigenous peoples of North America and Europeans may
						also be a reference to a series of conflicts occurring in the ten years
						before the original publication of the novel leading into the Seven Years
						War. Confederations of indigenous peoples fought for and supported on both
						sides.</note>, and therefore agreed to give their prisoner his liberty. At
					his departure, my father charged the slave to tell his queen, that her God, the
					sun, had seen the murder she had commanded, and would revenge it. </p>
				<p>It was not long after before my aunt the queen died of grief. A little before her
					death, she ordered, that after her decease her heart should be sent to my father
					with this message: "Receive a heart that, whilst it lived, <pb n="41" facs="pageImages/041.png"/> loved you, and had you received it, it had never
					been wicked. Forgive my revenge, and let my heart be buried with you when you
					are dead; but may the sun give you many days!"<!--quote adjustment--> This was
					accompanied with a very great present of gold dust, and her bow and arrows, of
					exquisite workmanship, for me. The bow, and some of the arrows, I still have. </p>
				<p>This renewed my father's grief, which had indeed but little subsided; therefore
					to divert his sorrows, and give me a better education, he determined to return
					to <placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>. Every thing was
					accordingly prepared. I was about seven years old when we embarked, attended by
					several male and female slaves. We had a tolerable passage <pb n="42" facs="pageImages/042.png"/> to <placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, and found my father's brother in good health. He was,
					as I before observed, a clergyman, and had a living in <placeName type="tgn" key="7008175">Surry</placeName>, where he constantly resided, had a wife,
					one son, and three daughters, the youngest of them elder than me. He was
					exceedingly glad to see his brother, and received me as if I had been a child of
					his own. He was an excellent divine, of great piety, and of uncommon learning,
					but ill provided for in the church. As my father was very rich, he gave him five
					hundred pounds for each of his children, and soon after bought the next
					presentation to a living of three hundred a year. The incumbent dying soon
					after, he presented my uncle to it, with a thousand pounds to pay the expence of
					removing, as he <pb n="43" facs="pageImages/043.png"/> said when he gave it.
					This occasioned our removal to a pleasant village near <placeName type="tgn" key="7011919">Windsor</placeName>. </p>
				<p>If I was kindly entertained by my uncle, I was little less caressed by the
					neighbours. <ref target="complexion_" corresp="complexion">My tawny
					complexion</ref>
                            <note xml:id="complexion" target="complexion_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">The narrator claims to be of 
					Indigenous descent, but <ref target="https://www.jstor.org/stable/26564979">
					Emelia Abbé discusses</ref> the ways in which this novel actually plays on 
					the exploitation of Indigenous peoples through the lens of the colonial British 
					perspective.</note>, and the oddity of my dress, attracted every one's attention, 
					<ref target="habit_" corresp="habit">for my mother used to dress me in a kind of 
					mixed habit, neither perfectly in the Indian, nor yet in the European taste</ref>
					<note xml:id="habit" target="habit_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
					The “mixed habit” of Unca Eliza’s dress may reflect her identity as a biracial woman 
					in eighteenth-century England. Unca Eliza recognizes herself as “neither perfectly” 
					European nor Indigenous. She is brought up in English society but is othered by the 
					community around her for her Indigenous identity. In <ref target="https://doi.org/10.1080/00497878.2016.1225400">“Models of Morality,” Victoria 
					Barnett-Wood connects</ref> <hi rend="italic">The Female American</hi>to the 
					Bildungsroman genre. Similar to modern “coming-of-age” stories, the Bildungsroman 
					centers around the growth of a character and their understanding of the world. In 
					this context, Unca Eliza’s attention to her otherness can be viewed as an early 
					development in her understanding and critique of the imperial world.</note>, either 
					of fine white linen, or a rich silk. I never wore a cap; but my lank black hair was
					adorned with diamonds and flowers. In the winter I wore a kind of loose mantle
					or cloak, which I used occasionally to wear on one shoulder, or to cast it
					behind me in folds, tied in the middle with a <ref target="ribband_" corresp="ribband">ribband</ref>
					<note xml:id="ribband" target="ribband_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">ribbon</note>, which <pb n="44" facs="pageImages/044.png"/> gave it a pleasing kind of romantic air. My arms
					were also adorned with strings of diamonds, and one of the same kind surrounded
					my waist. I frequently diverted myself with wearing the bow and arrow the queen
					my aunt left me, and was so dexterous a shooter, that, when very young, I could
					shoot a bird on the wing. </p>
				<p>My uncommon complexion, singular dress, and the grand manner in which I appeared,
					always attended by two female and two male slaves, could not fail of making me
					much taken notice of. I was accordingly invited by all the neighbouring gentry,
					who treated me in a degree little inferior to that of a princess, as I was
					always called; and indeed I might have been a queen, <pb n="45" facs="pageImages/045.png"/> if my father had pleased, for on the death of my
					aunt, the Indians made a formal tender of the crown to me; but I declined it. </p>
				<p>My uncle, who gave his daughters the same learned education with his son, desired
					I might make one of their society. This was very agreeable to my father, and no
					less so to me, who was very fond of my cousins, and willing to do what they did.
					I could already speak the Indian language as well as English, or rather with
					more fluency. </p>
				<p>In this manner we lived near a year, happy I should say all of us, but my father,
					who, as he had no business to do, grew more melancholy: he therefore resolved to
					revisit the country <pb n="46" facs="pageImages/046.png"/> where he had left the
					remains of his princess. It was in vain to intreat his stay, my uncle and aunt's
						<ref target="remonstrances_" corresp="remonstrances">remonstrances</ref>
					<note xml:id="remonstrances" target="remonstrances_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">protests or complaints</note> were lost, and
					only served to confirm his resolution of returning to his plantation. However,
					he thought proper to leave me with my uncle, to complete my education. Though I
					was unwilling to part with my father, I was as much so to leave my cousins, and
					therefore staid behind pretty contentedly. My father, before his departure, made
					great preparations for the improvement of his plantation, rather for his
					amusement, than from a desire of gain. </p>
				<p>I continued here till I was eighteen years of age; during which time I made a
					great progress in the Greek <pb n="47" facs="pageImages/047.png"/> and Latin
					languages, and other polite literature; whilst my good aunt took care of <ref target="education_" corresp="education">the
					female part of my education</ref>
                            <note xml:id="education" target="education_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">At this time, it was standard for women 
					to receive a different level of education from their male counterparts. Whereas men 
					belonged in the public sphere, women's lives were centered on home life and the 
					care and early education of children. In his influential work <ref target="https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/5427">
                                    <hi rend="italic">Émile</hi>
                                </ref>, 
					Jean-Jacques Rousseau (1712-1778) argues that any education of women beyond 
					housework should aim to “make them more effective and stimulating companions for 
					their husbands,” and only that (see <ref target="https://global.oup.com/academic/product/an-oxford-companion-to-the-romantic-age-9780199245437">
                                    <hi rend="italic">An Oxford Companion to the 
					Romantic Age: Education</hi>
                                </ref>).<ref target="https://doi.org/10.1111/j.1754-0208.2006.tb00651.x">Michèle Cohen argues that
					</ref> the limiting of the female curriculum was “not to meet the needs of 
					femininity so much as to produce femininity” (322). A proto-feminist critic of this 
					system, <ref target="http://id.loc.gov/rwo/agents/n83124681">Mary Astell</ref> 
					(1666-1731), protested as early as 1694 that women were being bred deliberately in 
					“ignorance and vanity” (<ref target="http://anthologydev.lib.virginia.edu/work/Astell/astell-serious-proposal">
                                    <hi rend="italic">A Serious Proposal to the Ladies</hi>
                                </ref>, 31). The emphasis here on the 
					female education and its difference from that of men gives interesting insight into 
					the role of women during this time period.</note> with equal success. Tawny as I 
					was, with my lank black hair, I yet had my admirers, or such they pretended to be; 
					though perhaps my fortune tempted them more than my person, at least I thought so, 
					and accordingly diverted myself at their expence; for none touched my heart. </p>
				<p>Young as I was, I often thought on my dear mother, and honoured her memory with
					many tears. And as I found it was the custom in <placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName> to erect monuments for persons who often
					were interred elsewhere, I desired my uncle to erect a superb mausoleum in his
					church-yard, sacred to <pb n="48" facs="pageImages/048.png"/> the memory of my
					dear mother. It is a lofty building, supported by Indians as big as life,
					ornamented with coronets, and other regalia, suitable to her dignity. The form
					is triangular, and on one side is cut an inscription in the Indian language,
					containing a short account of her life and death. This I drew up and translated
					into Latin and English, which fills up the two other sides; on the top is an
					urn, on which an Indian leans, and looks on it in a mournful posture. The whole
					is surrounded with iron <ref target="palisades_" corresp="palisades">pallisadoes</ref>
					<note xml:id="palisades" target="palisades_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">Palisades are fences made of strong wooden or
						metal posts that are pointed at the top, typically used in the past to
						protect a building.</note>. This I often visited, and here I dropt many a
					tear. </p>
				<p>My father, by this time, begun to think my absence long, and desired my return,
					which was equally agreeable<pb n="49 [page breaks after 'agree-']" facs="pageImages/049.png"/>  to me; for though I was pleased with
					my situation, and the affectionate treatment of my relations, yet I secretly
					longed to see my native country, of which I retained a perfect idea, but more so
					to see my father. Every thing being prepared for my voyage, I, with my four
					slaves, embarked on board a ship for my return home, being then in my eighteenth
					year. However, my uncle insisted that his son John Winkfield, my cousin, should
					go with me to take care of me. His regard for me, and desire to see a strange
					country, made him very glad to accept of the proposal. </p>
				<p>During our voyage, my cousin neglected no opportunity to renew his addresses to
					me, which he had before <pb n="50" facs="pageImages/050.png"/> begun in
						<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>. I gravely told him
					I would never marry any man who could not use a bow and arrow as well as I could
					; but as he still continued his suit, I always laughed at him, and answered in
					the Indian language, of which he was entirely ignorant; and so by degrees
					wearied him into silence on that head. </p>
				<p>I shall not trouble my readers with any particulars of our voyage, and shall only
					say, that after a tedious and indifferent one, I once more found myself in the
					embraces of a tender father. The fight of me revived in his memory the
					remembrance of my dear mother, which drew from him a flood of tears, with which
					I sincerely joined mine. As soon as these subsided,<pb n="51 [page breaks after 'sub-']" facs="pageImages/051.png"/>  his transports of joy were as great to
					see me returned in safety, and to much improved. He received my cousin with
					great affecion, and, on his return home, gave him a bill on <placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName> for one thousand pound
					sterling; which he might well do, for he was extremely rich. I on my part
					desired some considerable presents to be sent to my uncle and aunt, and to my
					cousins, with some of less value to my female acquaintance; together with some
					natural curiosities of my own country, as birds, shells, <ref target="etc_" corresp="etc">&amp;c</ref>
                            <note xml:id="etc" target="etc_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">et cetera</note>. </p>
				<p>There was one circumstance attending my education, whilst under my uncle's
					tuition, that, in justice to his memory, I ought not to omit, the religious
					part; and in this he was as <pb n="52" facs="pageImages/052.png"/> methodical
					and exact as though I had been to be a divine; nor did he <ref target="inculcate_" corresp="inculcate">inculcate</ref>
					<note xml:id="inculcate" target="inculcate_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">​to cause somebody to learn and remember
						ideas, moral principles, etc., especially by repeating them often</note>
					religion as a mere science; but in such a warm and affecting manner, that whilst
					his lectures convinced the understanding, they converted the heart, and made me
					love and know religion at the same time. The happy effectts of his pious
					instructions I have experienced throughout my life; and indeed in one part of it
					they were not only of the greatest comfort to me, but of the highest use; as
					will appear hereafter. </p>
				<p>But to return to my father: neither his riches, business, nor even my company,
					whom he most affectionately loved, could cure him of that melancholy under which
					he laboured from the decease of my mother. This, at <pb n="53" facs="pageImages/053.png"/> length, determined him once more to visit
						<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, that new objects
					might divert his mind. With this view he soon found means to remove his great
					wealth to <placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, and prepared
					to dispose of his plantation; but by the time he had almost done the former, and
					had agreed to let his plantation, he grew so bad as to be incapable of a
					removal, and in a few days went to that happiness in another world, which he
					could not enjoy in this. </p>
			</div>

			<div type="chapter" n="4">

				<pb n="54" facs="pageImages/054.png"/>
				<head type="main">CHAP. IV.</head>
				<head type="desc">
					<hi rend="italic">Unca buys a sloop, and embarks for <placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>; the captain proposes a match between
						her and his son; her slaves and attendants massacred, and herself left on an
						uninhabited island.</hi>
				</head>
				<p>
					<hi rend="dropcap">H</hi>AVING paid my father every funeral honour I could, and
					having nothing now to attach me to this country, and the bulk of my great
					fortune lying in <placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, I
					determined to embark for that kingdom, and to conclude my days in my uncle's
					family. But Solomon saith, <ref target="Proverbs_" corresp="Proverbs">"The heart
						of man deviseth his way, but the Lord directeth his going:"</ref>
					<note xml:id="Proverbs" target="Proverbs_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
						<ref target="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=proverbs+16%3A9&amp;version=KJV">Proverbs 16:9</ref>
					</note><!--quote adjustment--> and so I found it. I was now in my four and twentieth<pb n="55 [page breaks after 'twen-']" facs="pageImages/055.png"/> 
					year. At this time an opportunity offered that favoured my intended voyage.
					There was a sloop in the harbour, a good sailing vessel, and large enough to
					carry me, my attendants, and effects. I chose an old captain, who had lately
					been ship-wrecked, and lost his all, and who wanted to get over to his son in
						<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, to undertake the
					care of us, and as, a gratuity for his trouble, promised, if we arrived safe in
						<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, to give him the
					ship, that he might once more be able to follow his occupation. </p>
				<p>This proposal he accepted with great joy, and having got together a sufficient
					number of hands to navigate our vessel, I prepared to embark. Notwithstanding
					what my father had before sent to <pb n="56" facs="pageImages/056.png"/>
					<placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, I had yet a great many
					valuable goods to take with me, to the amount of near ten thousand pounds. These
					being safely lodged on board, I followed myself, attended by my two favourite
					female slaves, who had sailed with me before, and six men slaves, who begged to
					attend me; though I had offered them their liberty, if they chose to stay
					behind. </p>
					<p>
                            <ref target="sailed_" corresp="sailed">We sailed with the first fair wind, 
					and had not been on our voyage above a day</ref>
                            <note xml:id="sailed" target="sailed_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">These details situate the island 
					on which Unca is eventually stranded in the Pamlico Sound region. During the 
					seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, the average commercial vessel would be able 
					to reach speeds of <ref target="https://www.econstor.eu/bitstream/10419/109720/1/786607629.pdf">five miles 
					per hour</ref> in fair winds. Given that the ship had been sailing for less 
					than a day, the maximum range they could have reached would be 120 miles. 
					<ref target="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/46731/46731-h/46731-h.htm">The most 
					popular Virginian port during this time period was located in Norfolk</ref>, 
					and a return journey back to England would send the ship in a backwards "J" pattern 
					starting by going south until roughly the oceanic region off the coast of South 
					Carolina.</note> 
					before the captain, willing to lose no time, began to talk to me very freely
					about marriage. He did not indeed sollicit me for himself; but he made strong
					courtship for his son. I at first answered him with good humour, and told him I
					hoped he would let me <pb n="57" facs="pageImages/057.png"/> see his son before
					I determined to have him; and that if he could shoot with my bow and arrows,
					which then hung by me in the cabin, as well as I could, I would have him, were
					he ugly or handsome. But I soon found that he was too much in earnest, <ref target="gender_" corresp="gender">and I too much in his power</ref>
					<note xml:id="gender" target="gender_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">Despite Unca Eliza's enormous wealth,
						extensive education, and physical ability with weapons, she still suffers
						the power disadvantages associated with her gender at this time.</note>: for
					in a peremptory manner he told me, that if I would not immediately sign a bond
					to marry his son, on our arrival in <placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, or forfeit thirty thousand pounds, I should neither
					see <placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, nor return to my
					plantation. I wondered he did not propose himself, but I found afterwards that
					he was a married man, as he informed me. I did not know law enough then, or else
					I might have given the bond, and so have avoided the distress that my refusal
					occasioned, as in <pb n="58" facs="pageImages/058.png"/> equity I might have
					been released from the penalty; and the readier, as my two female slaves were
					witnesses to all he said. But as I persisted in my refusal, he grew incensed,
					and having I suppose gained the ship's crew by promises to assist him, at last
					told me he was come to a resolution, that as I persisted in my refusal, he was
					now very opportunely coming to an uninhabited island, where he would leave me to
					be a prey to wild beasts; and that as I had given him my ship, he would make
					bold to give himself the cargo. Two of my men slaves happened to come behind him
					just as he said these words, when one of them caught him in his arms, and the
					other opening the cabin-window, threw him into the sea. I know not. whether I
					was sorry for this, <pb n="59" facs="pageImages/059.png"/> at that instant; but
					I soon had occasion to be heartily so, for the consequence was fatal to them. As
					our ship, at this time made very little way, and the captain could swim, he
					presently got up to the ship, and being seen by some of the crew, who knew not
					how he got overboard, a rope was thrown out, and he quickly drawn up. In the
					mean time, one of the two men slaves went, and brought the other four into my
					cabin. Soon after the captain, and several of his men, armed with piltols and
					cutlasses, came into the cabin. The captain advancing up to him who threw him
					overboard, shot him dead, and now a terrible skirmish began. I indeed got no
					hurt, which was a wonder, for though no blow was aimed at me the close of the
					place exposed me to <pb n="60" facs="pageImages/060.png"/> imminent danger; and
					the two female slaves got several wounds. My men slaves were unarmed, and
					therefore soon overcome, three were killed outright, and the others, I suppose,
					mortally wounded. The poor faithful fellow who opened the cabin-window was hung
					up alive at the yard-arm, bleeding as he was, there to perish by hunger, thirst,
					and heat. This touched me more than my own misfortune, I offered the captain a
					thousand pounds to release him, and to let him be cured of his wounds. "Madam,"
					returned the villain, "where are your thousand pounds? all you have on board is
					already in my possession."<!--quote adjustment-->-Thus could I only pity, but
					not relieve. </p>

				<pb n="61" facs="pageImages/061.png"/>
				<p>I now expected my own destiny; and it soon arrived. The captain, who had left the
					cabin, to dispose of his prisoners, returned, and once more asked me if I would
					sign the bond? I answered, no; and at the same time desired that my two maids
					might have some care taken of their wounds. He replied, he had no surgeon, and
					if they did not grow well soon he should throw them overboard; but if they
					recovered, he should sell them the first opportunity: he then left the cabin. A
					few hours afterwards we came to an uninhabited island, where he put me on shore,
					for nothing that I said could soften his heart. I begged hard for both, or one,
					of my maids; but all the favour I could obtain, was my bow and quiver of arrows: <pb n="62 page breaks after 'ar-'" facs="pageImages/062.png"/> indeed he
					gave me a box of clothes; but for these I did not thank him, as I never expected
					to use them, thinking myself <ref target="consign_" corresp="consign">consigned</ref>
					<note xml:id="consign" target="consign_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">consign: to make over as a possession, to
						deliver formally or commit, to a state, fate, etc.</note> to some wild
					beast, whose prey I should become. </p>
			</div>

			<div type="chapter" n="5">

				<pb n="63" facs="pageImages/063.png"/>
				<head type="main">CHAP. V.</head>
				<head type="desc">
					<hi rend="italic">She offers up praise to God; takes refuge in an <ref target="hermitage_" corresp="hermitage">hermitage</ref>
						<note xml:id="hermitage" target="hermitage_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">a solitary or lonely habitation, possibly
							the habitation of a hermit.</note>, where she finds a manuscript left by
						the deceased inhabitant, in which are intsructions how to subsist on the
						island; reflections on her situation.</hi>
				</head>
				<p>
					<hi rend="dropcap">T</hi>HUS disconsolate, and alone, I sat on the sea-shore. My
					grief was too great for my spirits to bear; 
					<ref target="swoon1_" corresp="swoon">I sunk in a swoon</ref>
					<note xml:id="swoon" target="swoon1_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">Both <hi rend="italic">The Female American</hi> 
					and Daniel Defoe’s <hi rend="italic">Robinson Crusoe</hi> (1719) 
					mention their main characters falling into a swoon or “fainting-fit” 
					(<ref target="https://doi.org/10.1093/OED/8930231190">Oxford 
					English Dictionary</ref>). Crusoe faints as he 
					<ref target="https://anthology.lib.virginia.edu/work/Defoe/defoe-crusoe#PD1487N1l5l5l2l45">
					braves a tremendous storm at sea</ref>, while Unca Eliza faints in instances like 
					being stranded on an island, getting overstimulated, and thinking she sees a ghost. 
					Crusoe faints in response to a proportionally more severe situation, which can be 
					read as a commentary from Winkfield on the expected submissive roles of women in 
					eighteenth-century life. Winkfield’s use of swoon contrasts the major themes of 
					female authority and gender performance seen throughout the novel.</note> on the 
					ground: how long I lay in this senseless state I know not, or whether I might ever 
					have recovered, had not a wave, brought on by the rising tide, and which broke 
					over me, awaked me. I arose, hardly sensible where I was, or what I was doing, and
					ran to a rising ground, and here I <pb n="64" facs="pageImages/064.png"/> once
					again beheld my deplorable condition. A few minutes recollection brought me to a
					sense of my duty: for reflecting within my mind, that as the wicked captain
					could very easily have killed, or drowned me, it was a wonder that he should
					give me the least chance for life; that I ought therefore to thank God for this
					escape, and to commit myself to his <ref target="providence_" corresp="providence">providence</ref>
					<note xml:id="providence" target="providence_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">divine direction, control, or
					guidance</note>. Indeed, in the hour of affliction we are ready enough to pray
					to God for help; but are so taken up with a sense of our miseries, that we
					forget that we have any mercy to be thankful for. We should always sing a <ref target="te-deum_" corresp="te-deum">
						<hi rend="italic">Te Deum</hi> before we sigh a litany</ref>
					<note xml:id="te-deum" target="te-deum_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">Short for Te Deum Laudamus, a traditional
						hymn of praise meaning, "We Praise You, O God." A litany is a prayer of
						supplication, or a request.</note>; for our sighs will sink before they
					reach heaven, unless raised thither by the wind of praise. </p>

				<pb n="65" facs="pageImages/065.png"/>
				<p>Filled with these ideas I fell on my knees, and thanked God, who had delivered me
					out of the hand of the wicked, and that now I was in his only. On this occasion,
					these words of <persName type="lcnaf" key="n79055293">David</persName> came into
					my mind; <ref target="allusions_" corresp="allusions">"Let me now fall into the
						hand of the Lord, for his mercies are great, and let me not fall into the
						hands of man."</ref>
					<note xml:id="allusions" target="allusions_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">A reference to both <ref target="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2+samuel+24%3A14&amp;version=KJV">2 Samuel 24.14</ref> and <ref target="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1+chronicles+21%3A13&amp;version=KJV">1 Chronicles 21.13</ref> where David, the king of Israel, decides to
						take a census and build a temple. Winkfield’s comparison between her
						situation and that of King David’s may perform a sort of epic simile to mark
						the establishment of her religious authority on the
					island.</note><!--quote adjustment-->At the close of my prayers, I solemnly
					committed myself into the hands of God. I now arose from my knees with a
					serenity by no means to have been expected. During this composure of mind, I
					advanced to the highest ground I could see, in hopes I might discover some place
					of safety, not considering the improbability of such a discovery. Though the sun
					shone very hot, which soon dried my wet clothes, yet I saw it <pb n="66" facs="pageImages/066.png"/>declining <ref target="apace_" corresp="apace">apace</ref>
					<note xml:id="apace" target="apace_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">at a considerable or good pace</note>; I therefore kept looking about with
					eager expectation, when at last I saw, or thought I did, the ruins of a
					building. I advanced and saw it more distinctly: though it promised what I
					wished for, an <ref target="asylum_" corresp="asylum">asylum</ref>
					<note xml:id="asylum" target="asylum_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">a place of refuge, shelter, or
					retreat</note>, yet I dreaded to go nearer. I looked, I stopped, I prayed, and
					then I moved again; thus strangely divided between hope and fear, I still kept
					going forward, and in an inexpressible agitation got close up to it, almost
					insensibly. </p>
				<p>I was so near now as to perceive a door half open: I listened and heard no noise.
					Fearful to retire, or to enter, I stood trembling a long time. How long I might
					have remained in this condition I know not, had not a sudden noise behind me,
					like the hallooing of <pb n="67" facs="pageImages/067.png"/> a human voice,
					forced me <ref target="precipitately_" corresp="precipitately">precipitately</ref>
					<note xml:id="precipitately" target="precipitately_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">hastily, rashly</note> to rush in, fearless
					of the danger within, that I might avoid that which threatened me from without.
					This double sense of danger deprived me of my senses, 
					<ref target="swoon2_" corresp="swoon">and I sunk down in a swoon</ref>. 
					As I recovered by degrees, I saw all within the apartment before I was
					quite sensible enough to be afraid of my situation, and seeing nothing to alarm,
					I grew quite calm, and observing a kind of great chair, formed of several large
					and less stones, and the seat covered with a great heap of leaves, I sat down,
					and rested my weary limbs and agitated spirits. </p>
				<p>The sun still shone pretty bright through the holes in the wall, which was of
					stone, and perfectly discovered <pb n="68" facs="pageImages/068.png"/> every
					thing within. My fright had deprived me of the thought to shut the door:
					however, nothing came to hurt or alarm me. Before me was an heap of stones, on
					which laid a greater, which served as a table, and near enough to lean on. In a
					large fish-shell that lay on the table I perceived water, which I boldly
					ventured to drink of, and found myself instantly refreshed. I lifted upmy heart
					to heaven, with thanks, and <ref target="bespoke_" corresp="bespoke">bespoke</ref>
					<note xml:id="bespoke" target="bespoke_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">requested, asked for</note> its further
					protection. On my right hand I saw a kind of couch formed, like the table, of a
					heap of stones, and the flat part, or surface, covered with moss and leaves. I
					now concluded that this was the habitation of some human being: but this gave me
					no alarm; for as I had read of <ref target="hermit_" corresp="hermit">hermits</ref>
					<note xml:id="hermit" target="hermit_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">people who choose to live a solitary life for
						religious reasons</note>, who frequently retire from public life <pb n="69" facs="pageImages/069.png"/> to enjoy their devotions in private, I imagined,
					from what I saw, that this must be the habitation of such a one, from whom I did
					not doubt but I should meet with protection and spiritual consolation. </p>
				<p>This reflection restored me to such tranquility of mind, that I rested myself
					with the pleasing expectation of his return, which, considering it was near
					night, I thought could not be long. As I had now fresh cause to be thankful, I
					was so; and found I had spirits enough to sing a short Latin hymn of praise. But
					still no hermit appeared, and the sun was now set; but the moon was risen, and
					shone with so much brightness into the cell, that I scarcely missed the greater
					luminary. As I thus sat waiting,<pb n="70 [page breaks after 'wait-']" facs="pageImages/070.png"/>  I observed a book lying on the table,
					which I had not before perceived, which I supposed to be a book of devotion; but
					on opening it, found it to be a manuscript, in the first leaf of which were
					these words. </p>
				<p>"If this book should ever fall into the hands of any person, it is to inform him
					that I lived on this uninhabited island forty years; but now, finding the
					symptoms of death upon me, I am going to retire to another stone room, where I
					shall lay me down, and, if God pleases, rest for ever from all my troubles."
					<!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>
				<p>As this was dated, as to the month and year, tho' without day of the month, I
					concluded he must be dead, as it was a month ago, and therefore gave over <pb n="71" facs="pageImages/071.png"/> all expectation of seeing the hermit,
					with the thought of whose presence I had pleased myself. A little lower, in the
					same page, was added, "If thou shouldest be <ref target="obliged_" corresp="obliged">obliged</ref>
					<note xml:id="obliged" target="obliged_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">under a necessity</note> to stay here any
					time, there are no wild beasts or <ref target="noxious_" corresp="noxious">noxious</ref>
					<note xml:id="noxious" target="noxious_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">poisonous or harmful</note> animals to injure
					thee; nor savages, except once a year, on one day, see page of this book, 397.
					How you may subsist, you may learn from the history of my life."
					<!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>
				<p>I immediately turned to the page referred to, and found that it was yet two
					months to the time of the Indians coming on this island. I now thought I might
					sleep securely; I therefore shut the door, and fastened it with a heavy stone
					that lay there, I supposed for that use. Coming back from the door I spied <pb n="72" facs="pageImages/072.png"/> an heap of <ref target="roots_" corresp="roots">Indian roots</ref>
					<note xml:id="roots" target="roots_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">The "Indian roots" referenced here are almost
						certainly cassava (also called yucca or manioc), a large tuber that was
						originally domesticated in what is today Brazil, and remains a global staple
						today. Cassava must be heavily processed to get rid of the deadly amounts of
						prussic acid the raw root contains. Processing techniques include
						fermenting, roasting, boiling, and more. Cassava has long been made into
						flour and bread. See Mark H. Zanger, "<ref target="https://www.oxfordreference.com/display/10.1093/acref/9780199734962.001.0001/acref-9780199734962-e-0139">Cassava</ref>," in <hi rend="italic">The Oxford Encyclopedia of Food
							and Drink in America</hi>.</note>, which I presently knew to be such,
					and which serve instead of bread. As some of them were yet very good, and had
					been roasted, being very hungry, I ate heartily, and drank more of the water. As
					I walked about the room I saw in a nook another shell, which I imagined to be
					filled with the juice of wild grapes, from the look and taste, and therefore, as
					I was faint, drank some of it, but with caution, as I found it was grown strong
					with standing. As the moon still shone very bright, I took out my Greek
					Testament, which I always carried in my pocket, it being my custom to read a
					chapter in it morning and night. I opened accidentally in the <ref target="epistle_" corresp="epistle">epistle</ref>
					<note xml:id="epistle" target="epistle_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">A letter, usually of public or formal nature.
						Many books in the New Testament are epistles.</note> to the Hebrews, and the
					first words that offered to my view were <pb n="73" facs="pageImages/073.png"/>
					these: chap. xiii. 5. <ref target="Hebrews_" corresp="Hebrews">
						<hi rend="italic">Οὐ μή σε ἀνῶ ουδ’ οὐμήσε ἐνκαταλίπω.</hi>
					</ref>
					<note xml:id="Hebrews" target="Hebrews_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">Correct spelling should read, Οὐ μή σε ἀνῶ
						οὐδ’ οὐ μή σε ἐγκαταλίπω, which the King James Version of the Bible
						translates, “I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee” (<ref target="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=hebrews+13.5&amp;version=KJV">Hebrews 13.5</ref>).</note> I cannot but say they gave me great
					comfort, and I thought myself, in that moment, equal to all the difficulties I
					foresaw I had to encounter with, through the divine protection: though I very
					well remembered the caution my pious and judicious uncle gave me. "Beware," said
					he, "of the practice of some enthusiasts of our times, who make the word of God
					literally an <ref target="oracle_" corresp="oracle">oracle</ref>
					<note xml:id="oracle" target="oracle_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">the instrument, agency, or medium through
						which the gods were supposed to speak or prophesy</note>, by opening of it
					at particular times, and on particular occasions, presuming that where-ever they
					open, they are to apply the passage to themselves, or to the business they are
					about; because many have thereby been led into spiritual pride, and others into
					despair, as they opened on a promise, or <pb n="74" facs="pageImages/074.png"/>a
					curse; whilst others have but too often, in the same manner, pleaded a warrant
					from scripture to perpetrate wickedness, or to propagate error. Though," added
					he, "happy is the christian who by a prudent and rational use of the scriptures
					procures comfort to his soul. For as the apostle says, Whatsoever things were
					written aforetime, were written for our learning, that we through patience and
					comfort of the scriptures, might have hope." <!--quote adjustment-->Rom. ch. xv.
					v. 4. </p>
				<p>Having read the whole chapter, and said my prayers, I prepared to take my rest on
					the stone couch, and laid down in my clothes, with more composure,
					notwithstanding my dreadful situation, than my wicked captain, I think, could
						<pb n="75" facs="pageImages/075.png"/>do, though indeed, I believe, a man
					may sin to such a degree, as to render his conscience quite callous; the most
					dreadful state a human being can sink into. Sleep soon closed my eyes, and I did
					not awake till the sun was up. My spirits cheered by such timely refreshment,
					and my devotions performed, I quitted my cell, and directed my feet towards the
					sea-shore, to see what was become of my chest that I had left there the
					preceding night; little expecting to see it again, because I thought the working
					of the tide must have washed it into the sea, or have buried it in the sands.
					After some search, I spied it almost buried indeed in the sands, but was not
					much better for the discovery, as I was unable to remove it. I therefore
					returned to my cell, ate <pb n="76" facs="pageImages/076.png"/>some of the
					Indian roots, and drank a little water, whilst my mind was busied, how I should
					break open my chest, and so bring away at times what I could not at once. I had
					indeed a small knife in my pocket, but that was not strong enough to cut through
					a thick board. I looked round my cell, but found nothing that could assist me.
					This gave me some concern, for if I could not come at my clothes, I considered
					that I should soon be very uneasy to myself, and started at the thoughts of
					going naked; however, for the present, I was obliged to be contented. </p>
				<p>But now other cares came into my mind. The roots I fed on were not all of them
					good, but only a few of them <pb n="77" facs="pageImages/077.png"/>so; and how
					was I to get more? I did suppose they grew in the island; but I was not fond of
					rambling. Though the hermit's manuscript assured me there were no inhabitants
					nor animals to hurt me, yet the thought of wandering alone was terrifying. I
					might lose my way, and not be able to find my cell again, or not under a long
					time; and even should I find plants near my habitation, how was I to make a fire
					to roast them? Other anxious thoughts still pressed upon my mind one after
					another. At last, I recollected, that in the memorandum I had read the night
					before, I was informed, that the hermit's manuscript contained instructions how
					to subsist. This once more cheered my mind; and I now began to give it a careful
					reading, but not regularly; <pb n="78" facs="pageImages/078.png"/>impatiently
					looking here and there for those things that most concerned me. It was written
					in a fair legible hand. I soon found that there was a flint and steel in the
					cell I was in; that at some distance there was a small river that ran quite
					through the island; that he made use of the shell of a certain fish for a lamp,
					in which he burned the fat of goats, and for a wick made use of a particular
					reed. I then searched to learn how he got goats to supply himself with fat, and,
					at last, met with this memorandum: "When I first came upon this island, I found
					plenty of goats, yet having no fire-arms, I was never the better for the
					discovery, as they were too wild to catch. But observing that they were very
					fond of a yellow fruit that grows <pb n="79" facs="pageImages/079.png"/>on
					several of the trees here, and that they were continually watching when any of
					it fell off to eat it, this suggested a thought, that if I gathered some of it,
					I might possibly tame them by giving them plenty of it to eat. I accordingly
					broke down some of the branches, and whilst I held them in my hand, they would
					follow me up and down like a dog, so that I could catch them when I pleased. I
					found also that the goats, if I laid plenty of this fruit before them, would let
					me milk them whilst they fed. I from this time, no more wanted either milk or
					goats flesh. But as I knew this fruit would not be on the trees all the year, I
					gathered large quantities of it in the season, and <pb n="80" facs="pageImages/080.png"/>saved them to serve in the other part of the
					year." <!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>
				<p>This information gave me great pleasure; I immediately searched and found the
					steel and flint, and near them dry leaves and touch-wood. I now thought of
					setting fire to one end of my box, as thinking it better to burn part of my
					clothes than come at none of them: but however, I declined this method, in hopes
					of finding some better expedient; but was still very uneasy, lest the tide
					should remove it into the sea, or bury it out of sight in the sands; but I was
					obliged to run every risk. A few days afterwards what I wished for was effected
					by a means that I at first thought would have entirely deprived me of my chest.
					I <pb n="81" facs="pageImages/081.png"/>was walking near the sea-side, looking
					at my chest, when I observed the sea to rise, and presently the winds blew very
					tempestuously. I retreated back enough to observe the storm in safety, which, at
					last, became very great, and soon saw my chest tossed about by the waves, as
					though it had been as light as a feather. I expected that every fresh wave would
					remove it for ever out of my sight; but it was removed further and further on
					shore, as the sea advanced, till, at last, I saw it no more. I then gave it up
					for lost, and returned home, for so I now called my cell, very uneasy. </p>
				<p>However, the next day, the storm being over the night before, and the sun shining
					very bright, I again visited <pb n="82" facs="pageImages/082.png"/>the shore,
					and the spot where the chest had lain, but in vain. But seeing at a distance
					higher up from the shore some rocks, my curiosity led me to go up to them, not
					with any expectation of finding my chest, for I had given over all thoughts of
					it; but climbing up one of them, I found my chest lodged there. I was glad to
					see it, though the same difficulty still remained, how to open it. Being weary
					with climbing the rock, I sat myself down to rest. As I was sitting on that side
					of the rock that declined to the sea, I observed that on the other side of the
					rock was a very deep descent, at the bottom of which were craggy stones, but
					level with the rest of the island. I was startled at my nearness to it; however,
					this suggested something to my mind. If, <pb n="83" facs="pageImages/083.png"/>thought I, I could push the chest down this precipice, the fall might break
					it; at least, it would be out of the reach of the sea. However, I was afraid to
					do so, lest I should tumble over with it. But after some consideration, I
					thought that if I laid myself down on the ground, on the side on which I got up,
					I might attempt it.. I accordingly tried, and with great, difficulty moved it,
					but not immediately; at last, after a great deal of labour, it fell over. 
					<ref target="noise_" corresp="noise">The noise it made, when it came to the 
					ground frightened me, though I knew what it	was</ref>
                            <note xml:id="noise" target="noise_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">Unca Eliza is 
					affected by the noise made by the falling chest, despite knowing its source 
					(herself). As <ref target="https://doi.org/10.1016/j.neures.2006.09.019">Samson et al.</ref> explain, “noise is one of the most widespread sources 
					of environmental stress in living environments." 
					The physiological stress response is a "split-second" reaction, whereas the 
					recognition that there is a lack of immediate danger is a slower comedown. 
					Paula McDowell explains in her book, <ref target="https://search.worldcat.org/en/title/954134202">
                                    <hi rend="italic">
					The Invention of the Oral: Print Commerce and Fugitive Voices in Eighteenth-
					Century Britain</hi>
                                </ref>, how “the consumption of sound is at once 
					physiological and psychological” and that “social and personal factors influence 
					not only what we hear but what it means.” The recognition that she is the source 
					of the noise changes the psychological meaning of the sound for Unca Eliza, 
					despite experiencing the natural physiological response.</note>. 
					My next business was to get down the way I came up, and then to find my way
					to the valley. I did so, but was obliged to go a great deal about. When I was
					come near to the spot, I found the ground so rugged <pb n="84" facs="pageImages/084.png"/> that it was with great difficulty, and not
					without several falls, that I reached the chest, which I found broke into a
					great many pieces, and it took me up near a whole day to remove the contents;
					gowns, linen, and many other useful things. All these I conveyed to my cell; not
					a little pleased that I had, at last, conquered this difficulty, and was now
					supplied with things that I should have greatly wanted. </p>
				<p>But to return to where I left off: having found the steel and flint, I
					immediately made a trial of them, and they were in very good order. I found
					three lamp-shells ready prepared; I lighted them, and they burnt very well. My
					next attempt was to get some goats milk, as I had yet tasted nothing but <pb n="85" facs="pageImages/085.png"/> roasted roots and water; I took a large
					fish-shell, of which I found plenty ready to my hand. It was not long before I
					met with the tree with the yellow fruit, and several goats under it, who ran a
					little way off as I advanced, but not out of sight, but seemed to wait as if
					they watched me. I found it very difficult to climb the tree; but, at last, got
					up and broke several boughs off: and as soon as I was down, the goats came to
					me; I laid the boughs down, and clapt my foot on them, lest the goats should
					drag them away. I now tried to milk one of them, but very <ref target="awkwardly_" corresp="awkwardly">aukwardly</ref>
					<note xml:id="awkwardly" target="awkwardly_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">awkwardly</note>, having never done so
					before. However, I got enough to drink then, and to bring home for another time.
					I repeated this practice till I became very ready at it; and not <pb n="86" facs="pageImages/086.png"/> knowing how soon the fruit might fail, I took
					care to gather and save a good deal of it. </p>
				<p>
					<ref target="goat_" corresp="goat">My next attempt was to kill a goat</ref>
					<note xml:id="goat" target="goat_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">Goats arrived in the New World in 1493 via
						Columbus’s second voyage and quickly became prolific in the Americas.
						Winkfield’s resistance to killing the goat contrasts Robinson Crusoe’s
						hunting expeditions. It is also worth pointing out Winkfield’s use of her
						knife to kill the goat, despite her claims at being adept with a bow, and
						having it on the island. Winkfield does not use her bow to hunt at all while
						on the island (Kenneth F. Kiple, <hi rend="italic">
                                    <ref target="https://www.google.com/books/edition/A_Movable_Feast/XWbcrS9SV-sC">A Movable Feast: Ten Millennia of Food Globalization</ref>
                                </hi>,
						156).</note>, as I found I grew weak for want of more substantial food than
					plants and milk. There was a knife fit for this purpose in my cell, and several
					others, and forks; but the thoughts of killing shocked me, and I was afraid to
					kill one whilst the others saw me, lest they should be afraid, and shun me for
					the future. Having therefore thrown down a good deal of the fruit, with a bough
					of it, <ref target="garden_" corresp="garden">I enticed one of 
					them to follow me till out of the sight of the others</ref>
					<note xml:id="garden" target="garden_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">The line is perhaps an allusion to Eve coercing 
					Adam to eat the nameless fruit in the Garden of Eden 
					(<ref target="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=genesis+3%3A6&amp;version=NIV">Genesis 
					3:6</ref>). According to Zachary Hutchins, women at this time were thought to 
					be likely to repeat the actions of their predecessor, Eve, a belief that prevented 
					women from holding power in the church or religious societies 
					(<ref target="https://doi.org/10.1093/acprof:oso/9780199998142.001.0001">
					<hi rend="italic">Inventing Eden</hi>
                                </ref>, 12). Moreover, this passage may illustrate the ideology 
					of "Adamic innocence," which Hutchins also discusses. Some Europeans held that 
					Native Americans maintained an innocence akin to that of Adam and Eve before they 
					sinned by eating the fruit in the Garden of Eden. Unca Eliza may embody not only Eve,
					but a foreign religion (Christianity) intruding on the Adamic innocence of the goat, 
					which is native to the land.</note>; and then, but with great uneasiness to myself, 
					killed it. But a more difficult task was still behind, to skin and 
					<pb n="87" facs="pageImages/087.png"/> cut it up; but as my time was not very precious, 
					I had enough to bestow on it, and, at last, completed my job, though in a very 
					<ref target="bungling_" corresp="bungling">bungling</ref>
					<note xml:id="bungling" target="bungling_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">unskillful or clumsy</note> manner. I carried
					it home, and made a fire, having plenty of wood, and roasting some of it, I made
					a hearty grateful meal. What I could not eat whilst it was fresh, I salted; for
					I found plenty of salt on the rocks by the sea-side. </p>
				<p>My next care was to provide a new stock of roots, as those I found in the cell
					were nearly consumed. It was not long before I found plenty; these I roasted on
					a fire, and laid them up. If I was now rich in provisions, I was quickly more
					so; for almost every day, looking into the hermit's manuscript book, I learned
					from thence <pb n="88" facs="pageImages/088.png"/> that there was not only
					plenty of shellfish on the shore, all of them wholesome, except the black flesh
					kind, but that every tide left great numbers of other fishes in the holes and
					shallows. I soon tasted some of each sort, and found them very delicious;
					particularly a shell-fish, like what are called oysters in <placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>, and which needed no dressing; others were
					of the lobster and crab kind; the shells of the latter, being large, were very
					useful. Besides fish and flesh, I could also help myself to birds of various
					kinds, particularly some like larks, which I took according to the hermit's
					direction in this manner. From several of the trees issued a kind of <ref target="glutinous_" corresp="glutinous">glutinous</ref>
					<note xml:id="glutinous" target="glutinous_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">sticky, gluey</note> matter, which I gathered
					and besmeared the little low brambles and bushes with it, and by that means <pb n="89" facs="pageImages/089.png"/> catched a great many small birds, that
					used to eat the berries of them. </p>
				<p>What a plentiful table was here, furnished only at the expence of a little
					trouble! This happiness I owed to the misfortunes of another; for had not the
					hermit made these discoveries, and left the means of my coming at the knowledge
					of them, how miserable must have been the state of a lonely woman! Doubtless I
					should soon have perished with hunger! How graciously does <ref target="misfortunes_" corresp="misfortunes">the goodness of
					providence</ref>
                            <note xml:id="misfortunes" target="misfortunes_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">Unca Eliza believes that
					God has provided everything she needs to survive on the island through the
					bountiful land and the labors of the hermit. Unca Eliza’s acceptance of
					the hermit's misfortunes because they ensure her survival on the island
					and her ability to evangelize, is representative of common eighteenth-
					century beliefs. There was historically an acceptance of the
					sufferings and labors of others for a perceived greater good, which for
					Protestants was religious conversion. For more on how faith in God's
					providential influence encouraged Protestants in their evangelizing
					endeavors in the American colonies, see Koch, <ref target="https://www.jstor.org/stable/24537464">"Slavery, Mission, and the
					Perils of Providence in Eighteenth-Century Christianity."</ref>
                            </note> 
					often raise help to the distressed from the misfortunes of others!
					The hermit who made these discoveries, and by them was supported, had great
					reason to thank God, and I no less cause to be thankful to the same being who
					influenced his heart <pb n="90" facs="pageImages/090.png"/> to leave behind him
					the history of his life, which proved the preservation of mine. </p>
				<p>If this reflection gladdened my heart, it was succeeded by one that gave me no
					less pain: "At last," cried I, "he died!--died here!--what might he not feel for
					want of some kind friend to ease his sufferings in his last hours! Forty years
					without human society! no opportunity offered to restore him to his native, or
					to any other country! must this be my fate?" <!--quote adjustment-->
					<ref target="tears_" corresp="tears">Tears gushed from mine eyes, and sorrow 
					filled my heart</ref>. <note xml:id="tears" target="tears_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">The reaction that Unca Eliza has to her 
					circumstances on the island feeds into the stereotype that women are too emotional. 
					There was often much emphasis in eighteenth-century literature on “women’s 
					enslavement to their own sensibility and emotions” (<ref target="https://global.oup.com/academic/product/an-oxford-companion-to-the-romantic-age-9780199245437">
                                    <hi rend="italic">An Oxford Companion to the 
					Romantic Age: Sensibility</hi>
                                </ref>). 
					According to the <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>, 
					<ref target="https://doi.org/10.1093/OED/6730865967">the definition 
					of “sensibility”</ref> when the novel was written was “The quality of being readily 
					and strongly affected by emotional or artistic influences and experiences; 
					emotional awareness; susceptibility or sensitivity to, keen awareness of” (4.a.). 
					This passage could seem to reflect stereotypes of women as overly emotional, which 
					existed then and still continue today.  However, at this time, it was seen as a 
					morally good thing to have emotion – as a man or a woman – making Unca Eliza’s 
					display of emotion here something to be admired that actually represents her 
					empathy and strength of virtue.</note> Thus weeping and lamenting I sat,
					and from time to time exclaimed, Wretched princess! what have I done to suffer
					thus from human treachery? But at length, a more comfortable view of <pb n="91" facs="pageImages/091.png"/> my condition again presented itself to my mind,
					and I was consoled: for I again reflected on the great improbability that there
					was of my finding such a resource in my captivity, as the hermit's book, and how
					thankful I ought to be. I will take this, cried I, as an earnest of a future
					deliverance. At this instant, I experienced such an inward persuasion in my
					mind, that I should escape from this island, that every uneasy thought fled, and
					left my mind a calm, scarcely to be expressed. I therefore arose, and went
					cheerfully about my little concerns; but not without having first thanked that
					God who had given me this consolation. </p>
			</div>

			<div type="chapter" n="6">

				<pb n="92" facs="pageImages/092.png"/>
				<head type="main">CHAP. VI.</head>
				<head type="desc">
					<hi rend="italic">The thoughts of her distress occasion a severe fever;
						recovers; seeks comfort in her own reflections.</hi>
				</head>
				<p>
					<hi rend="dropcap">A</hi>s I had now settled my manner of living, I was very
					easy on that head, till this reflection destroyed all my peace: 'Tis true, I am
					well provided for the present; whilst the summer and fine weather continue, I
					can, with little difficulty, or rather amusement, supply myself with fish,
					flesh, and fowl; but winter no doubt will come, and how severe that season may
					prove I cannot foretel. How shall I, during the inclemency of it, procure the
					means of subsistence? There will be less plenty of birds; the gum, which now 
					spontaneously<pb n="93 [page breaks after 'spontane-']" facs="pageImages/093.png"/>
					 issues from the trees, will then fail, the sands on the coast
					being more frequently and violently agitated, will be unsafe, and my supplies
					from thence less, perhaps none; the goats will also yield little or no milk; and
					the rain perhaps may continue for many days, nay weeks, and confine me entirely
					to my cell.--Such were the anxious perplexing thoughts that agitated my mind;
					and the fear of the future destroyed the enjoyment of the present.--I sat
					dissolved in sighs and tears, and indulged my melancholy, till the night drew
					on, when I laid me down, but not to rest; and so greatly was my mind afflicted,
					that it brought on a violent fever, attended with a delirium. I <ref target="raved_" corresp="raved">raved</ref>
					<note xml:id="raved" target="raved_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">spoke wildly or incoherently</note>, I cried, I laughed by turns. I soon
					became so weak, that I was scarce able to <pb n="94" facs="pageImages/094.png"/>
					crawl from my bed to get some water, of which I happened to have plenty. As my
					thirst was great, I drank freely of it; but as the fever continued three days, I
					was now reduced to my last shell-full of water. I had at this time an interval
					of sense, when I found I was too weak to go out of my cell to fetch more, yet my
					thirst forced me to drink this; which I did, supposing it would be my last, and
					that death must be my next potion. I soon emptied the shell, and as well as I
					was able, and with as much resignation as I could, laid me down to die. It was
					not long before I fell asleep for the first time since the fever came on me; how
					long I slept I could not tell, but awoke in a great sweat, and found my thirst
					as great as ever, and to such an intolerable<pb n="95 [page breaks after 'into-']" facs="pageImages/095.png"/>  degree, that I determined, if
					possible, to attempt going to the river to drink, though I died in the way; for
					death itself was more eligible than the thirst I suffered. With much difficulty
					I raised myself up, and got upon the ground; but was obliged to crawl upon my
					hands and feet, and to rest very often by the way before I reached the river.
					Surely deliverance itself could not have given me greater pleasure than the
					sight of the water; I greedily thought there would be scarce enough to assuage
					my raging thirst. I laid myself flat on the edge, and whilst I drank, had the
					additional pleasure of cooling my hands and face. </p>
				<p>At length, my thirst was happily allayed; but the river was not dried up. <pb n="96" facs="pageImages/096.png"/> The coolness of the water was so
					agreeable to my hands and face, that I thought I would wash my feet, as they
					burnt with no less fierceness. To do this. It was obliged to seat myself on the
					bank. It was with much labour and difficulty I did so; but had scarce placed
					myself, when either the bank broke down, or I slipt, and into the water I fell,
					and plunged all over. Whether the water by its coolness braced my nerves, and
					gave me strength, or how I know not, but I soon reared my head above the
					surface, and crawled upon the shore; when my weakness again returned, and I fell
					all along, unable to stir, expecting to die every moment. At last, I fell into a
					deep sleep, I suppose for some hours, when I awoke in a violent sweat; I was
					still thirsty, but <pb n="97" facs="pageImages/097.png"/> not so painfully as
					before, and even found myself refreshed. I was fearful to have recourse to the
					river, lest I should fall into it again, when observing a shegoat asleep, very
					near me, I made shift to creep softly to her, and sucked her dugs, which she
					happily permitted. This was at first a comfortable relief; but I soon after grew
					very sick, and vomited violently. But I found that my fever was quite gone off,
					and that I was no longer thirsty. Reflecting on the great escape I had from
					drowning, and the favourable change in my health, whereas the mere circumstance
					of being immersed in the water, in the condition I was, might have proved
					instant death, I lifted up my heart unto God, and <ref target="unfeignedly_" corresp="unfeignedly">unfeignedly</ref>
					<note xml:id="unfeignedly" target="unfeignedly_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">sincerely, genuinely</note> thanked him for
					his mercy. </p>

				<pb n="98" facs="pageImages/098.png"/>
				<p>I now attempted to get up and crawl to my cell; but found myself too weak to do
					either. All I could do was, to sit up sometimes a little. The sun, indeed, dried
					my clothes apace, but its heat was too violent to bear long; I was forced
					therefore to crawl a little way off under the shade of some trees that grew on
					the banks of the river; but this I was long performing, though not above two or
					three yards off. The shade of the trees protecting me from the sun's scorching
					beams, and the cool breezes which came upon me from the river refreshing me
					greatly, I once more fell asleep. When I awaked I was greatly but agreeably
					surprised to find how much better I was. My clothes were quite dry; and now I
					hoped I might be able to get to my cell; for I saw the sun was <pb n="99" facs="pageImages/099.png"/> setting: though I was not thirsty, I could have
					been glad of some more milk, but there was no goat near me; for notwithstanding
					the milk had made me sick, yet I believe it contributed to my revovery, by
					clearing my stomach. I once more attempted to crawl home, for I could do no
					more, and glad was I to do so. At last, I reached my cell, much fatigued and
					very weak, and greatly in want of some refreshment. I soon recollected there was
					some of that wine left that I drank of the first day I came, and made shift to
					reach it, but having no water to mix with it, I drank but a very little of it,
					and that little was too strong for my stomach to stay in it. Still finding my
					stomach empty and uneasy, I, at last, remembered my root bread, I cut a slice of
					it, and soaked <pb n="100" facs="pageImages/100.png"/> it in the wine; I ate
					sparingly of it, and found it agreed with me, and refreshed me greatly. The rest
					of it I laid by my couch, and bit a piece of it now and then, for I lay awake
					most part of the night, but free from both thirst and fever. </p>
				<p>Towards morning I slept soundly, and when I awaked I was much surprised to find
					how my strength was recruited, or rather my weakness abated. I got up, and most
					heartily thanked God for my recovery, and with the help of two sticks made shift
					to walk, though slowly. I reached some of the yellow fruit with which I used to
					entice the goats, and laid it before the door, in hopes, that the goats would
					see it, for I could not walk in search of them; <pb n="101" facs="pageImages/101.png"/> putting some stones upon the boughs, that they
					might not drag them away. At last a she-goat came, and I milked her, and drank a
					large shell of it, with a little bit of my root bread. This agreed extremely
					well with my stomach; I continued this practice for about a week, once a day,
					drinking a little wine with water; and thus once more happily recovered my
					health and my strength to such a degree, that I could now walk about and do my
					little business; and, in a week more, was as well and almost as strong as
					before. I now had been upon this place a month; for as I had an <ref target="almanac_" corresp="almanac">Almanack</ref>
					<note xml:id="almanac" target="almanac_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">An almanac is an annually-published book of
						tables containing a calendar of months and days, with astronomical data and
						calculations, ecclesiastical and other anniversaries, and astrological and
						meteorological information.</note> with me, I kept an exact account of time,
					that I might be sure to conceal myself on the day the Indians were to <pb n="102" facs="pageImages/102.png"/> arrive, as cautioned by the hermit's
					manuscript. </p>
				<p>Being thus recovered, I could not but reflect that I owed my late sickness to my
					giving way to those anxious corroding cares that had arisen in my mind
					concerning my future subsistence; and I could not but condemn my folly, and
					mourn for the sinfulness of it, and of which, I hope, I heartily repented. </p>
				<p>My dear uncle was a great recommender of meditation: "That man," said he, "hardly
					knows that he is a thinking being, who does not often meditate by himself. It
					is," said he, "a glorious privilege, and he who practises <pb n="103" facs="pageImages/103.png"/> it will grow wiser and better by an hour's
					serious meditation than by a month's reading. We should," continued he, "be
					often inculcating upon our minds the truths we know, and they will become fixed.
					We should often rebuke, advise, and console ourselves, and we shall become
					better men, more prudent, and more contented."<!--quote adjustment--> I was so
					strongly convinced of the reasonableness and utility of this practice that I
					adopted it. And, according to his further advice, used to talk to myself aloud,
					as the occasion required, as I would to another; and that with all the force of
					argument, vehemence, and energy of expression I could, or as the nature of the
					subject required. Upon these occasions I have been frequently surprised to find
					how <pb n="104" facs="pageImages/104.png"/> my understanding has been convinced,
					my affections moved, aud my will determined. I have assented to a truth I never
					before believed, wept at the convicion of a fault, and have found a consolation
					in a time of trouble that I did not expect. On these occasions, it was always my
					custom to imagine to myself that my uncle was speaking to me; this I thought, as
					it were, inspired me, and gave an energy to my words, strength to my arguments,
					and commanded my attention. I have sometimes indulged this reverie to such a
					degree that I have really imagined, at last, that my uncle was speaking to me. </p>
				<p>By reflecting on my late sickness and the occasion of it, I was led into <pb n="105" facs="pageImages/105.png"/> one of these <ref target="soliloquy_" corresp="soliloquy">soliloquies</ref>
					<note xml:id="soliloquy" target="soliloquy_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">speeches to or conversations with
						oneself</note>; and thus in the imagined person of my uncle did I address
					myself. </p>
				<p>"In vain, I find, are the <ref target="precepts_" corresp="precepts">precepts</ref>
					<note xml:id="precepts" target="precepts_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">rules for action or conduct</note> that I so
					often inculcated on your mind; they have not reached your heart, and, I fear,
					are erased from your memory. It was easy in the day of prosperity to hear
					instructions how to bear adversity, but in the hour of calamity they are
					forgotten. From the days of your infancy the smiles of providence almost
					constantly attended you. You were too young at your mother's death long to feel
					her loss; and that of your father's was the most poignant. Indeed, to be at once
					deprived of your great affluence, and secluded from human society, are <pb n="106" facs="pageImages/106.png"/> afflictions not of a light weight. But
					still, could you find no consolation? The dread of approaching winter, in your
					situation, might alarm; but sure, at your first coming on this island, you had
					no less reason, surely more so, to be alarmed for your then immediate
					preservation. Yet what favourable circumstances have intervened! And such as, if
					properly improved, may prevent the calamities you dread. How preferable is your
					condition to that of those consigned to slavery for
					life! forced to bear with accumulated evils, utterly unknown to you! slaves to a
					tyrant, and the subjects of unrelenting cruelty! Ah, Eliza! would we but compare
					our sufferings with those of others, where would the wretch be <pb n="107" facs="pageImages/107.png"/> found who would not have something wherewith to
					console himself? </p>
				<p>How many have voluntarily quitted the advantages of society, to avoid the
					temptations of it, in a worse retirement than yours?–-Thus might I reason with a
					heathen, and I think, not without success. But is not Unca a christian, or would
					be such? Receive then the instructions of a higher school, and learn of a better
					master. Remember him who through sufferings was made perfect, and that the
					disciple is not to be above his "master. Let then your whole life be one
					continual <ref target="eyes_" corresp="eyes">
						<hi rend="italic">Ἀφορωντες εις τὴν Ιησοῦν.</hi>
					</ref>
					<note xml:id="eyes" target="eyes_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">"Fixing our eyes on Jesus," or "Looking unto
						Jesus"; a fragmented version of the Greek in <ref target="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=hebrews+12.2&amp;version=SBLGNT">Hebrews 12.2</ref>, which makes more sense in its full context: "Let us
						run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus the
						author and finisher of our faith" (<ref target="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=hebrews+12.1-2+&amp;version=KJV">Hebrews 12.1-2</ref>). The translation “imitation of Jesus,” which
						appears in the American edition, would reference <ref target="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1+corinthians+11.1&amp;version=KJV">1 Corinthians 11.1</ref> or <ref target="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=ephesians+5.1&amp;version=KJV">Ephesians 5.1</ref>; however, the Greek here does not correspond to
						those verses.</note> The greater your calamities, the greater should be your
					trust and confidence in God. He who relies <pb n="108" facs="pageImages/108.png"/> most on his providence, glorifies him most. We should never neglect the use
					of means whilst in our power: but when they fail, we must still look up to him,
					who needs them not; for when we have done our utmost, we must not despair, as
					though God's power was cut off with ours. No; at such a time we must commit
					ourselves and our wants to him, with a firm persuasion that he will help us. If
					we make him the object of our faith and prayers, we shall "become the subjects
					of his mercy. Remember godliness hath the promise of this life, as well as of
					that which is to come. But always be mindful that we are to commit ourselves to
					him by a patient continuance in well-doing.–-No imaginary flights of faith will warrant
						<pb n="109 [page breaks after 'war-']" facs="pageImages/109.png"/> 
					our confidence in him, nothing will do unless we prove ourselves to be his
					servants by keeping his commands; for true saving faith always produces good
					works. Believe and obey; be thankful to God for the mercies you enjoy, and trust
					in him for those you want. The citizen may be wretched and the solitary happy.
					Human felicity or misery is confined to no place or circumstance of life. The
					servant of God is safe wheresoever or howsoever he be. Humble thyself therefore,
					under the Almighty hand of God, and he shall exalt thee in due time. Let not
					your care for this present life make you neglect that of a future one. Should
					your body die here, your soul will not find the way to heaven the more <pb n="110" facs="pageImages/110.png"/> difficult. Though the cloud of
					affliction now hangs over your head, the sun of mercy behind may dispel it, and
					once more show his glorious face. Believe, obey, and trust, and be saved,
					blessed, and delivered." </p>
				<p>Thus did I endeavour to fortify my heart, and to learn patience and resignation
					to the dispensations of providence; nor were my attempts in vain; nor did I ever
					again suffer such anxious cares as those from which I was just now delivered.
					Submission or hope, one or both, were ever after in a less or greater degree my
					solace. </p>
			</div>

			<div type="chapter" n="7">

				<pb n="111" facs="pageImages/111.png"/>
				<head type="main">CHAP. VII.</head>
				<head type="desc">
					<hi rend="italic">Again consults the hermit's manuscript; some account of his
						life; finds the hermitage to be the temple of the sun; discovers a great
						number of mummies, and on her return from exploring the temple, perceives
						the hermit at his devotions.</hi>
				</head>
				<p>
					<hi rend="dropcap">I</hi> HAD not yet read the hermit's manuscript regularly,
					but here and there, as I hoped to find some necessary and useful directions for
					my manner of subsistence. But having now pretty well attained this desirable
					end, I purposed to read it from the beginning regularly through, without
					omitting any part. But before I begun, for I found it <pb n="112" facs="pageImages/112.png"/> would take up a great while, I once more hastily
					looked it over, to find when, and what kind of winter I had to expect. I found
					that it was now but the beginning of the summer, or rather spring, and that I
					had at least six months certain good weather before me, except some great storms
					of thunder and lightning. As I had so much time between me and winter, I did not
					stop now to learn how the hermit provided against that event; but, according to
					my first intention, assigned a few hours every day to the history of his life. </p>
				<p>As I have this manuscript still in my possession, I shall do no more than give a
					very short view of its contents, though the whole of it would very well <pb n="113" facs="pageImages/113.png"/> deserve to be made public. From this
					manuscript I learned, that the hermit as I called him, on account of his recluse
					life, might yet be more properly called so on account of his extraordinary
					piety. The history of his life is indeed wonderfully extraordinary, highly
					entertaining, and full of improvement. <ref target="life_" corresp="life">The
						first thirty years of his life were unhappily consumed in more than useless
						follies</ref>
					<note xml:id="life" target="life_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">The hermit character and the manuscript found
						by Unca Eliza can be read as the author engaging with tropes of popular
						castaway narratives. The hermit himself could be a reference to Peter
						Longueville’s <hi rend="italic">The Hermit</hi> (1727), which recounts the
						discovery of an Englishman on a remote island who had lived there for fifty
						years and had no desire to return to society. The manuscript, and in
						particular the summary given here, may be parodying the autobiographical
						account present in <ref target="http://virginia-anthology.org/robinson-crusoe">
							<hi rend="italic">Robinson Crusoe</hi>
						</ref> (1719)</note>; in vices that had well nigh brought him to a shameful
					exit, but ended only in the loss of his liberty, which he very unexpectedly and
					no less wonderfully regained; if his living the last forty years of his life in
					this place may be called a state of liberty. </p>

				<pb n="114" facs="pageImages/114.png"/>
				<p>But his residence here proved the happy means of his conversion, of which with
					great modesty and ingenuousness, he gives an ample account. The manner of his
					living here was attended with a greater variety of events, than could have been
					expected from such a solitary situation. His occasional reflections are sensible
					and pious, useful and pertinent. The cell, as I called it, that I now inhabited,
					I found to be but one of many others; the ruins, as he rationally conjectured,
					of some very ancient palace, or rather temple, which he supposed anciently
					belonged to a very large statue, or image, at a considerable distance from the
					place of my habitation, and to which the ruins approached, and in part
					surrounded. This he imagined to <pb n="115" facs="pageImages/115.png"/> have
					been an ancient idol sacred to the sun, which the Indians adored. For, says he,
					"Once a year, vast numbers of them <ref target="continent_" corresp="continent">come 
					over from the continent in canoes</ref> <note xml:id="continent" target="continent_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">The Native tribe closest to the 
					Pamlico Sound region would be the <ref target="https://www.ncpedia.org/mattamuskeet-indians">Mattamuskeet</ref> 
					tribe, who utilized 
					<ref target="https://link.springer.com/chapter/10.1007/978-3-030-45481-4_5">dugout 
					canoes</ref> for their fishing and transportation needs. Unca states that the Natives 
					came from the continent and thus would need to be able to journey a fair distance into 
					the Pamlico Sound. There is only one uninhabited island in the Pamlico Sound with 
					waterway access from the continental side: <placeName type="tgn" key="2368737">Gull
					Island</placeName> . This island would be reachable by dugout canoe from
					nearby <ref target="https://nativeheritageproject.com/2012/06/12/cape-fear-machapunga-   coree-tuscarora-and-mattamuskeet-indians/">Hatteras Island</ref>, where
					the Mattamuskeet tribe traditionally had communities.</note>, on
					the opposite side of the island, and having spent almost the whole day in a kind
					of devotion to this idol, they then go back again, and never revisit it till the
					annual return of the same day."<!--quote adjustment--> The knowledge of which he
					having learned, he took such effectual care to conceal himself, that he never
					was discovered, as I afterwards was certainly satisfied. The latter part of his
					life was uniformly the same to the time that he wrote the memorandum already
					mentioned, which says, That he was retired from the cell he usually inhabited,
					to die in some other. </p>

				<pb n="116" facs="pageImages/116.png"/>
				<p>I had not patience to go through the whole history, till I had seen this
					extraordinary idol. For this purpose, I got up early the next morning, put some
					roots in my pocket, and a shell to drink out of, that I might have the whole day
					at my command. I could not, indeed, but have observed before, that there were
					many other stone rooms besides that which I inhabited; but had never as yet gone
					into any other excepting two; in one of which 1 laid up the branches of yellow
					fruit I gathered for the goats, and the other in which I kept my dried goat's
					flesh, and some dried fish. Upon searching, I found some uninhabitable, others
					in as good condition as that I dwelt in, some well lighted with holes on the
					sides, others dark. But being curious to see if I could discover why this
					distinction was <pb n="117" facs="pageImages/117.png"/> made, not being far from
					my cell, I fetched one of my lighted lamps. </p>
				<p>The first room I entered, I found surrounded with mummies, like those I have read
					of in the histories of <placeName type="tgn" key="7014986">Egypt</placeName>,
					and one of which I once saw in <placeName type="tgn" key="7002445">England</placeName>. At first I started; but instantly recollecting, that I
					had no cause to fear, I examined them with great attention. They were all placed
					upright, as close as they could be round the cell, without touching one another.
					Observing Indian characters upon each of them finely painted, besides various
					drawings of birds, beasts, insects, and other things, I examined them more
					nicely. As I understood the Indian languages perfectly, I soon learned that
					these had been priests of the sun. Each mummy had on it the name of the <pb n="118" facs="pageImages/118.png"/> priest, his age, and the time of his
					death; by which I found that most of them had been there at least one thousand
					years. Leaving this, I went into another, and another, till I had visited a
					dozen, all filled in the same manner, with the same order of men, all uninjured
					by time. </p>
				<p>Some other rooms, which were much more spacious, were filled with stone coffins,
					with just room to pass between, and against the walls they were placed, at a
					little distance between each, to the height of four coffins. These I supposed
					had not been embalmed, for as they were all uncovered, I could see no remains of
					their bodies but the ashes; but at the head of each, lay a kind of coronet. I
					took up several of them, and imagined they were made of gold, as I afterwards
					found they were. I suppose,<pb n="119 [page breaks after 'sup-']" facs="pageImages/119.png"/> from the make of them, they had been
					worn upon their heads. </p>
				<p>I should have observed that when I was viewing the mummies, I found golden <ref target="coronet_" corresp="coronet">coronets</ref>
					<note xml:id="coronet" target="coronet_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">a round decoration for the head, especially
						one made of flowers</note> placed upon each of their heads, but of a larger
					and different make, which showed that they had never been worn, but made on
					purpose, as I conjectured, for the use to which they were applied. I was very
					desirous to know who those had been whose ashes only remained, and at last,
					discovered an inscription on the headstone of each coffin, from which I learned
					that they had been virgins of the sun, consecrated to the service of the temple.
					Of these virgins I found in different rooms many hundreds, and several hundreds
					of the priests. As I <pb n="120" facs="pageImages/120.png"/>continued my search,
					I found other rooms, but all at a little distance from one another, some not at
					all injured by time, others a little, and some a great deal. At last, I came to
					a group of, I believe, about five hundred, of a different form from the rest,
					and much less. Each of these contained only one mummy, which, upon inspection, I
					found were the mummies of the highpriests of the sun. These had also a crown of
					gold on their heads, and suspended on their breasts, a golden figure of the sun,
					rudely carved in gold. What a collection of mummies and of golden treasure! "But
					what is this?" cried I, "I had too much gold before to be
					happy."<!--quote adjustment--> This reflection gave birth to a sigh; but I soon
					suppressed its progress; and as I <pb n="121" facs="pageImages/121.png"/>found
					the day was too far gone to pursue my journey to the idol, I returned ruminating
					on what I had seen, towards my solitary cell; for such I must still call it,
					though I might truly say to my apartment in the palace. I should have mentioned
					that in each of the dormitories, I found a lamp of gold suspended from the roof,
					one of these was still burning. This confirmed what I had read of the perpetual
					lamps of the ancients. </p>
				<p>I had indulged myself so long in my rambles among these dormitories, that it was
					dark before I reached my cell. But what was my astonishment when pushing the
					door open, I saw in my cell a light! This, at the same instant, discovered to my
					sight, a venerable <pb n="122 [page breaks after 've-']" facs="pageImages/122.png"/>venerable old man, with a long beard, kneeling as at his prayers. I concluded,
					that it must be the ghost of the old hermit. This was too much; and <ref target="swoon3_" corresp="swoon">I sunk down in a swoon</ref>. My fall, I suppose, 
					alarmed the hermit; for, when I came to myself,I found him sitting by me, 
					supporting me in his arms, being too weak to lift me up. As soon as he saw me 
					revive, "My daughter," said he "be comforted, you are safe; whatever misfortune 
					may have brought you here, what protection and help a poor feeble old man can give, 
					you may depend on."<!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>
				<p>Being a little more composed, I got up, and accompanied the old man into the
					cell; though not as yet thoroughly satisfied whether I conversed with the <pb n="123" facs="pageImages/123.png"/>dead, or the living. In the mean time he
					brought the shell that had still some wine in it to me; I drank a little of it,
					and found myself quite recovered, when we entered into discourse. He then drank
					some himself. </p>
				<p>"Holy father," said I, "I thought you had been dead some weeks ago; are you
					really living, or do I converse with a spirit?" "My daughter," returned the
					hermit, "I am really a living body, though too weak and faint to live much
					longer. But how comes it that you speak to me in a manner as if you knew me? I
					was surprized to see you here, but more so to hear you talk in this manner; and,
					did not your late swooning convince me that you are a mortal like myself, <pb n="124" facs="pageImages/124.png"/>I should think that I, in my turn, was
					also discoursing with a spirit."<!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>
				<p>This gave me occasion to acquaint him with the cause of my coming on the island,
					and what had passed since, to the time of our meeting. </p>
				<p>"Have I then," cried he, "been so happy as to have my misfortunes prove the means
					of affording assistance to an innocent and unhappy sufferer? Thanks be to
					God!--I wrote," continued he, "the memorandum of my supposed approaching death,
					that you have read, and thinking my end to be very near, walked out with a
					design to go to one of the dormitories belonging, as I find by your information,
					to the <pb n="125" facs="pageImages/125.png"/>virgins of the sun, in order to
					clear one of them of the ashes it contained, and lay myself down in it; and
					there to await my approaching dissolution, which I thought could not then be far
					off; but as I was going thither a kind of delirium seized my brain, and I
					wandered up and down, unknowing where I went. Though I had intervals of sense,
					they never continued long enough for me either to find my way back to my cell,
					or to a dormitory. The only advantage I reaped from them was when I found myself
					hungry or dry, to gather fruits to eat, and to seek for water. I suppose in my
					rambles I got to the more remote part of the island. Once indeed I imagined I
					was very near my cell, and that I <pb n="126" facs="pageImages/126.png"/>thought
					I saw the figure of a woman standing at the door; upon which I halloed as loud
					as I could; but it vanished like lightning from my sight. Having to-day the
					enjoyment of my senses, I at the close of it found my way to my cell; there was
					just light enough to guide me to one of my lamps, which I lighted, and was
					kneeled down to say my prayers, when the noise of your fall made me turn round
					in a start, and I beheld you lying on the ground. This augmented my surprize,
					and it was some moments before I could recover myself, so as to be able to move
					to your assistance." <!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>
			</div>

			<div type="chapter" n="8">
				<pb n="127" facs="pageImages/127.png"/>
				<head type="main">CHAP. VIII.</head>
				<head type="desc">
					<hi rend="italic">The hermit dies; the idol of the sun described; discovers a
						subterranean cell, that leads to the inside of the idol; a terrible
						tempest.</hi>
				</head>
				<p> FNDING the hermit stopped his discourse, I told him, I believed that he really
					saw me, for that about a month ago, as already related in the foregoing part of
					my life<ref target="auth1_" corresp="auth1">*</ref>
                            <note xml:id="auth1" target="auth1_" type="authorial">[Note in original] See page 66.</note>, the
					day I was put upon the island, as I stood at the door of his cell, fearful to
					enter, I then imagined that I heard an human voice calling to me: the fright
					drove me into the cell; but from that time to this I could never account for it,
					but <pb n="128" facs="pageImages/128.png"/> concluded afterwards that the noise
					existed only in my fearful imagination. </p>
				<p>During our conversation we refreshed ourselves with some goats flesh and roots,
					and, now the night being far spent, I persuaded the hermit, after much intreaty,
					to repose himself on the stone couch, whilst I sat in the chair. The sun was far
					advanced the next morning, when I found the hermit still reclined on the couch.
					I thought he might still be sleeping, and went softly out, to get some goats
					milk for our breakfast, and after my return waited some hours for his awaking;
					but as he did not stir, I began to suspect he might be dead. At last I persuaded
					myself to go nearer, and now perceived he was really so. I was sorry so soon to
					have lost <pb n="129" facs="pageImages/129.png"/> his society, from which I
					promised myself much solace. As it was impossible for me to remove him, had I
					been ever so desirous, I immediately set myself to convey every thing out of the
					room into another, which I found equally convenient; only I had the trouble to
					gather moss and leaves to lay upon the couch. </p>
				<p>When I quitted the room entirely, I pulled the door after me, and with loose
					stones, of which there were plenty, so closed it up that no creature could
					enter. The day was now too far spent to renew the searches of the day before;
					which I therefore deferred till the next day, when I awoke early, and having
					provided for my subsistence as before, once more visited these solitary ruins.
						<pb n="130" facs="pageImages/130.png"/> Meeting nothing new I endeavoured to
					find my way to the idol; which was not very difficult, as the ruins of the
					buildings continued quite from my first cell to the idol. As I approached nearer
					to it, I found the form of the building to vary much from what I had before
					seen. The rooms or cells here were much larger than the dormitories; and were I
					suppose the apartments, some of which were still entire, which the priests
					inhabited. By all that I could see I concluded that this palace had never been
					raised higher than one story; which might be the reason that it covered so great
					an extent of ground. </p>
				<p>Now, at the distance of about a mile from the place of my abode, as near as I
					could calculate, I came near to the <pb n="131" facs="pageImages/131.png"/>idol;
					and here I suppose the temple began; for I found no more apartments, but the
					remains of a wall, which had <ref target="ancient_" corresp="ancient">antiently</ref>
					<note xml:id="ancient" target="ancient_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">anciently</note>, no doubt, surrounded the
					idol, and left a large area in the middle. In the center stood this idol. Round
					it was an ascent of twenty stone steps. The image itself, of gold, greatly
					exceeded human size: it resembled a man clad in a long robe or vest; which
					reached quite down to the pedestal-stone or foundation on which it stood, and
					lay in folds upon it. This image was girt about the waist as with a girdle, and
					on each breast gathered to a point, fastened as it were, with a button; the neck
					and bosom quite bear like the manner of women; on the head was a curi ously
					wrought crown, and between the two breasts an image of the sun carved <pb n="132" facs="pageImages/132.png"/>in gold, as was all the rest of it. The
					right hand supported the figure of a new moon, and the left held a cluster of
					stars. On the back part of the idol was written in large Indian characters to
					this purpose, THE ORACLE OF THE SUN. I ascended the steps, and threw a stone at
					the image, and found it was hollow. </p>
				<p>Having now pretty well satisfied my curiosity, I began my walk home again. In my
					way thither, as I kept a strait way as nearly as the buildings would admit, I
					struck my foot against something and fell down. I got no hurt; as soon as I was
					up again, I turned round to see at what I had stumbled, and found it to be a
					large iron bar. Upon removing the earth, that covered <pb n="133" facs="pageImages/133.png"/>part of it, I discovered a kind of trapdoor of
					the same metal, of which this was a part, and two strong bolts. I endeavoured,
					with stones, to force the bolts open, but did not effect it without great
					labour, and then with equal difficulty pulled the door up, on the inside of
					which were two other bolts to fasten it within-side. A stone staircase presented
					itself; I went down a few steps; but as they led me under the earth, I found it
					too dark to proceed without a light. But my curiosity was so much excited, that
					I determined to go home, and fetch a light to explore this <ref target="subterraneous cavity_" corresp="subterraneous">subterraneous 
					cavity</ref>
                            <note xml:id="subterraneous" target="subterraneous" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">This passage supports <placeName type="tgn" key="2368737">Gull Island</placeName> as a potential location of the
					novel. The <ref target="https://apnep.nc.gov/documents/files/apes/scoping-study-distribution-composition-and-dynamics-water-column-and-bottom">geologic composition</ref> of the <placeName type="tgn" key="1115016">Pamlico Sound</placeName>, in which it is located, is
					primarily formed of sediment, fine-grained sands, coastal sandstone and
					lagoonal deposits. Elsewhere in the novel, Unca Eliza comments on the abundance
					of rocks that are both liftable and easily breakable. This aligns with the
					composition of Gull Island which is formed of <ref target="https://www.usgs.gov/publications/late-mesozoic-cenozoic-tectonic-aspects-atlantic-coastal-margin">Mesozoic-Cenzoic</ref> strata. (For more
					information see <ref target="https://apnep.nc.gov/our-estuary/albemarle-pamlico-region#Geology-336">Albemarle-Pamlico National Estuary
					Partnership</ref>). It is possible that the island could support
					underground structures, yet the elaborate tunnel systems and "cells" that
					Unca describes may be drawing inspiration from other <ref target="https://www.jstor.org/stable/20719512">"subterranean fiction"</ref> 
					at the time.</note>	For this purpose I brought three shell-lamps and my tinder-box. </p>
				<pb n="134" facs="pageImages/134.png"/>
				<p>As soon as I was got to the bottom of the stairs, and had lost all sight of the
					light above, I sat down one of my lighted lamps; at a further distance I sat
					down another in the same manner, and with a third and my tinder-box, in case the
					light should go out, then proceeded. I made use of these three lights to render
					the passage less terrifying, and that I might be in less danger of being left in
					total darkness. I found this passage very narrow, capable of admitting only one
					person to walk abreast, but high enough to admit a person of more than the
					highest stature. Almost all the way on each side there were a kind of nitches or
					holes. Upon examining them I found they contained a variety of things, all of
					gold, of which I knew not the use, <pb n="135" facs="pageImages/135.png"/>besides a great number of rings, bracelets, lamps, and crowns. An immense
					treasure! a litle further I discovered a kind of room, pretty spacious; in this
					hung up a great many, as I supposed, sacred <ref target="vestments_" corresp="vestments">vestments</ref>
					<note xml:id="vestments" target="vestments_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">priestly robes or garments</note>. These were
					formed of gold wire, or rather of narrow plated gold curiously folded, or
					twisted together like net work. </p>
				<p>I was surprised to find how little they were tarnished; but the place in which
					they hung was very dry, and had very little air. Among these vestments were some
					of more extraordinary workmanship and richness. The largest was, as it were,
					sprinkled over with precious stones, and here and there a large diamond. It
					appeared to be in the same <ref target="fashion_" corresp="fashion">fashion</ref>
					<note xml:id="fashion" target="fashion_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">style</note> with that with which the statue
					of the <pb n="136" facs="pageImages/136.png"/>sun was clothed. By this hung a
					kind of close vest or <ref target="cassock_" corresp="cassock">cassock</ref>
					<note xml:id="cassock" target="cassock_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">tight-fitting tunic</note> of the same make,
					designed I supposed to be worn under the other, with diamond buttons to fasten
					it. Near this was a crown of most exquisite make, richly beset with precious
					stones of various sizes and colours; one on the top particularly large, which
					emitted from all parts of it a light greater than that of my lamp. </p>
				<p>In the same room was a golden staff, or rod, with a small image of the sun on the
					top of it. I supposed these two last vestments might have belonged to the high
					priest; and the staff likewise. In looking over the gold rings, I found one
					which was set round with precious stones, with a very large one in the middle,
					which shone with a lustre equal <pb n="137" facs="pageImages/137.png"/>to that
					on the top of the crown, as I supposed the high-priests wore; this I put on one
					of my fingers, and two of the richest bracelets, beset with precious stones, on
					each of my arms. </p>
				<p>Having sufficiently satisfied my curiosity with looking at treasures that could
					yield me no real service, I walked on a little farther, and found another flight
					of stairs; these I ascended, wondering whither they would lead me. They were
					very narrow and steep; which I soon found, led me up into the image of the sun.
					At last I got quite into the body of it, and my head within the head of it.
					There were holes through the mouth, eyes, nose, and ears of it; so that I could
					distinctly see all over the island before me, of which the <pb n="138" facs="pageImages/138.png"/>height I was at gave me a great <ref target="command_" corresp="command">command</ref>
					<note xml:id="command" target="command_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">power over a surrounding area due to elevated
						or strategic position</note>. I indeed thought I could even behold the sea. </p>
				<p>My astonishment was so great at what I had seen, that I exclaimed aloud, "What
					wonders are here!" As I spoke these words pretty loud, I had scarcely uttered
					them, before I was almost stunned with the sound of my own voice. This image,
					particularly the head of it, it seems, was so wonderfully constructed as to
					<ref target="sound_" corresp="sound">increase the sound of even a low voice to 
					such a degree as to exceed that of the loudest speaker</ref>
					<note xml:id="sound" target="sound_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">This passage sets up the importance of sound and the 
					power it has to make people equal through amplifying their voice to louder volumes. 
					Unca’s surprise at the technical capabilities of the Indigenous people tells the 
					reader not to underestimate them. They were able to develop sophisticated audio 
					technology more advanced than Unca had seen at home. This statue is said to work 
					because it was built using “precious stones,” which amplify sound, making voices 
					reverberate off the surface of the statue and cause them to be louder than normal. 
					To this day there is no known statue that can raise someone’s voice, suggesting 
					Winkfield may have taken inspiration from old technologies such as the so-called 
					"Aztec death whistles" or air-spring whistles, some of which were made of jade (see 
					<ref target="https://www.jstor.org/stable/41700022">Both, "Aztec Music Culture,"
					</ref> 16).</note>: 
					for afterwards saying, in as low a voice as I could, "What a
					knowledge of <ref target="mechanics_" corresp="mechanics">mechanics</ref>
					<note xml:id="mechanics" target="mechanics_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">physical properties or forces</note> must the
						<ref target="ancients_" corresp="ancients">ancients have had!"</ref>
					<note xml:id="ancients" target="ancients_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">The use of the word "ancient" here may
						reference an ongoing conversation at that time about the foundations of
						science and discovery, a debate referred to as the battle of the moderns and
						the ancients. On one hand, "moderns" valued empirical observation and
						technological innovation, and in a backlash against these values the
						"ancients" argued for a return to ancient Greek and Roman texts that had
						served as the foundation for scientific knowledge for many centuries. The
						narrator may also be using the word "ancient" as a marker for the ways in
						which this Indigenous technology confounds a Europeanized notion of "ancient
						and modern." See Joseph M. Levine, <hi rend="italic">
                                    <ref target="https://www.google.com/books/edition/The_Battle_of_the_Books/WaJhDwAAQBAJ">The Battle of the Books: History and Literature in the Augustan
								Age</ref>
                                </hi>.</note><!--quote adjustment-->I might, I dare say,
					have been heard as far as the human voice is commonly heard intelligibly.<pb n="139 [page breaks after 'in-']" facs="pageImages/139.png"/> 
					Nothing therefore could be more natural for me to conclude than that this image
					was anciently used to give out oracles: <ref target="hymn_" corresp="hymn">
					I tried to sing an hymn in my usual pitch of voice</ref>
						<note xml:id="hymn" target="hymn_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">This passage explores Unca Eliza's nuanced
						relationship with Protestantism, rooted in her upbringing in the Church of
						England, also known as the Anglican Church. Unca sings a hymn, presumably
						one from her Anglican upbringing, while hiding within a statue that she 
						links to the oracles of classical mythology. Scarlet Bowen's
						article <ref target="https://doi.org/10.3138/ecf.29.4.537">"‘Via
						Media’: Transatlantic Anglicanism in ‘The Female American’"</ref> highlights 
						how transatlantic travel and colonization challenged Anglicanism's doctrinal 
						purity and English identity. Bowen's insights can enhance our understanding 
						of passages like this, which underscore the complexity of Unca's religious 
						background and its intersection with diverse cultural influences.</note>
					; but the sound was too much for my ears to bear; and I was
					obliged to lower my key. </p>
				<p>I now thought it time to descend and go home, lest the night should come on me.
					The extraordinary things that I had seen afforded me a variety of agreeable 
					<ref target="reflections_" corresp="reflections">reflections</ref>
						<note xml:id="reflections" target="reflections_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">thoughts, introspection</note> in my way
					home, and took off from the horror of the gloominess that the approaching
					evening shed around me. Nor did the thought of walking among the remains of the
					dead give me the least terror. Having reached my <ref target="cell_" corresp="cell">cell</ref>
					<note xml:id="cell" target="cell_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">room</note>, and prepared<pb n="140 [page breaks after 'pre-']" facs="pageImages/140.png"/> to take my rest, <ref target="thunder_" corresp="thunder">I was alarmed with a
						loud clap of thunder, I cannot say terrified, for I naturally love to hear it
						thunder</ref>
                            <note xml:id="thunder" target="thunder_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">In "<ref target="https://doi.org/10.4000/episteme.1122">The Impossible Temptation
						of Noise in Late Eighteenth-Century English Music</ref>,” Pierre DuBois
						explores eighteenth-century ideas of “noise” and “music” and the
						different qualities these possess. He draws on Thomas Salmon’s <hi rend="italic">Essay to the Advancement of Music</hi> (1672) and explains how “for
						Salmon, then, the taste for harmony or music was firstly a natural faculty
						granted by God, which you might either have, or be deprived of,” as
						opposed to “noise” which DuBois describes as “not an objective fact or
						reality but something we are forced to react to.” In this part of <hi rend="italic">The Female American</hi>, Unca seems to perceive the thunder
						as both “noise” and “music,” in that she is “forced to react” to it (being
						alarmed by it), yet senses and addresses musicality in it, as it fills her
						thinking with an admiration for God. This represents the eighteenth-century 
						shift DuBois addresses, from thinking that “music should entirely pertain 
						to the realm of the pleasant, ordered and beautiful” to exploring “theories 
						of the sublime, which encouraged a shift from the object (i.e. music) to 
						the subject (i.e. the listener).”</note>
					; there is something awful and great in it, that always composes my mind,
					raises it above the things of sense, and fills my mind with noble and exalted
					ideas of God; whose presence I think it, as it were, bespeaks. I bow and
					reverence: for though sensible that both it and lightning are the effects of
					natural causes, yet I consider them as under the direction of God and doubt not
					that they are sometimes directed to answer some particular ends of providence. </p>
				<p>Storms of this kind, that sometimes happen in <placeName type="tgn" key="1000003">Europe</placeName>, are by no means to be compared to those in these parts;
						<pb n="141" facs="pageImages/141.png"/>and of the latter fort was that which
					I am now mentioning. The claps of thunder were prodigious loud and long; the
					lightning almost without intermission. I was fearful that the stone room I sat
					in might be thrown down, and therefore went out. </p>
				<p>But what did I behold! Imagination can scarcely conceive such a total darkness as
					then covered the earth; as if every particle of light had been annihilated, and
					primitive <ref target="chaos_" corresp="chaos">chaos</ref>
					<note xml:id="chaos" target="chaos_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">An allusion to the creation narrative in <ref target="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=genesis+1">Genesis
							1</ref>; John Milton similarly personifies chaos in <hi rend="italic">Paradise Lost</hi>, <ref target="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45718/paradise-lost-book-1-1674-version">Book 1</ref>.</note> had once more resumed its reign; when in an
					instant the thunder roared, as if the whole earth had been bursting into atoms,
					whilst the lightning showed the air one entire body of liquid fire, and so <ref target="illumined_" corresp="illumined">illumined</ref>
					<note xml:id="illumined" target="illumined_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">illuminated</note> the earth, that I knew not
					which was brighter, that or the air. <pb n="142" facs="pageImages/142.png"/>It
					was too much to bear; I again sought my cell, and there trembling waited the
					dissolution of all things, as I indeed then expected. </p>
				<p>I supposed this dreadful hurricane might continue two hours, when it gradually
					expired, or rather seemed to retire elsewhere, in more low and distant sounds,
					and all was calm as though it had always been so. I soon became composed myself,
					and once more retired to rest. But what a new scene presented itself the next
					morning, when I came out of my habitation to view the effects that the last
					night might have produced! My way was frequently obstructed by trees torn up
					with their roots, and scattered here and there, and the earth in many places
					covered <pb n="143" facs="pageImages/143.png"/>with the bodies of dead birds,
					goats, &amp;c. and the carcasses of other small animals, whose names I knew not.
					But when I approached the sea-shore, the objects were changed; but to such as
					still showed how dreadful the storm had been. The foam, which the <ref target="agitate_" corresp="agitate">agitated</ref>
					<note xml:id="agitate" target="agitate_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">shaken, disturbed</note> sea had thrown on
					the shore, lay in great quantities intermixed with a <ref target="prodigious_" corresp="prodigious">prodigious</ref>
					<note xml:id="prodigious" target="prodigious_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">astonishing or appalling</note> number of
					dead fish; some of an enormous size. Many of the rocks were rent in pieces, and 
					their broken fragments made an horrid appearance. What a subject of speculation 
					here for a philosopher! </p>
				<p>I now turned my steps back to the more inland parts, where I beheld the same
					havock made among the trees, beasts, and birds, but no hurt done <pb n="144" facs="pageImages/144.png"/>to the remains of the palace; which I suppose
					owed its security from the general desolation, to the <ref target="lowness_" corresp="lowness">lowness</ref>
					<note xml:id="lowness" target="lowness_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">shortness or closeness to the ground</note>
					of it. But I must confess I trembled for the statue of the sun, though I knew
					not why; for what was it to me whether it stood or fell? As soon as I came near
					enough, I saw it was safe; and was far from being displeased that it was so. </p>
				<p>I now returned home, and having thoroughly gratified my curiosity in searching
					among the ancient ruins and exploring the contents of them, I spent my time in
					my little domestic concerns, my devotions, and reading the few books that I
					found in my chest. </p>
			</div>

			<div type="chapter" n="9">
				<pb n="145" facs="pageImages/145.png"/>
				<head type="main">CHAP. IX.</head>
				<head type="desc">
					<hi rend="italic">Terrified at the annual visitation of the Indians, she intends
						to conceal herself in the subterranean passage; resolves to convert the
						Indians; takes her station in the body of the idol.</hi>
				</head>
				<p>
					<hi rend="dropcap">T</hi>HE time now drew pretty near when the Indians were to
					come to pay their annual visit to the idol of the sun. This reflection put me
					upon thinking how I should <ref target="secrete_" corresp="secrete">secrete</ref>
					<note xml:id="secrete" target="secrete_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">secret; hide</note> myself during that day. I
					was indeed informed by the hermit's manuscript, that he contented himself with
					staying within his cell, and forty years had found that precaution sufficient
					for his concealment but still I was afraid to follow his example.<pb n="146 [page breaks after 'ex-']" facs="pageImages/146.png"/>
					Perhaps my being a woman made me more <ref target="timerous_" corresp="timerous">timerous</ref>
					<note xml:id="timerous" target="timerous_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">timorous: fearful</note>. That, thought I,
					which has never happened may possibly arrive, and if prudence teaches us always
					to avail ourselves of the best means in our power, I ought rather to secrete
					myself in the subterraneous passage, a place in which I shall certainly be less
					liable to be found; and certainly unused by the hermit, only because unknown to
					him; for I found no mention of it, and most undoubtedly he would not have passed
					over, in silence, such an extraordinary discovery. The circumstance of the two
					bolts withinside of the iron door, which opened into the passage, confirmed my
					opinion in the fitness of this asylum, as by their means I could fasten myself
					in. </p>

				<pb n="147" facs="pageImages/147.png"/>
				<p>I had no sooner made my fixed determination to retire to this place, but a very
					strange thought arose in my mind. <ref target="idol_" corresp="idol">It was
						nothing less than this, to ascend into the hollow idol</ref>
					<note xml:id="idol" target="idol_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">The dual description of the statue as both
						the “Oracle of the Sun” and an idol along with Unca’s decision to enter it
						allows for a sort of apotheosis (elevating her to a status associated with
						the divine). How does the narrative function of this statue compare to the
						monument she asks her relatives to erect for her mother in Windsor?</note>,
					speak to the Indians from thence, and endeavour to convert them from their
					idolatry. A bold attempt! not rashly to be undertaken. I weighed this for
					several days in my mind. As the manner of my education had afforded me an
					opportunity of learning several of the Indian dialects, so as to speak them with
					the utmost ease, I thought it very probable they might speak some one of them;
					and the construction of the image, as before observed, was such, that if they
					came within any tolerable distance of it, I should discover whether I understood
					them or not. <pb n="148" facs="pageImages/148.png"/>If the latter, it would
					remain only for me to be silent; but if I should understand their language, I
					thought the extraordinariness of the event, my speaking to them, would appear
					miraculous, fill them with awe, and prejudice their minds greatly in favour of
					what I should say to them. I further strengthened my resolution with this
					reflection, that an attempt to teach the knowledge of the true God to those who
					know him not, was <ref target="laudable_" corresp="laudable">laudable</ref>
					<note xml:id="laudable" target="laudable_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">praiseworthy</note>, and might not want a
					providential sanction. As to the human means, I knew I was tolerably well
					principled in the theory of religion, by my uncle's great care, as already
					mentioned. </p>
				<p>With respect to the Indians, I very well knew that they are generally of <pb n="149" facs="pageImages/149.png"/>a docile disposition, and that if you
					once convince them that your intentions towards them are friendly, no people are
					more grateful; nor are there any in whom you can, safely, place a greater
					confidence. Again I considered, that if I should hereafter judge it prudent to
					discover myself to them, and to go and live among them, that my <ref target="tawny_" corresp="tawny">tawny</ref>
					<note xml:id="tawny" target="tawny_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">brown-yellow in color, tan</note> complexion would be some recommendation.
					Supposing all this should take place, I thought that though it might not open a
					way to my return to <placeName type="tgn" key="1000003">Europe</placeName>, yet
					it might to my living a much happier life, and give me an opportunity of doing
					abundantly more good, than I had the least reason to think I should ever effect
					during the whole course of my life. The more I considered the affair, the more resolute
						<pb n="150 [page breaks after 'reso-']" facs="pageImages/150.png"/>
					I became to undertake it. However, I was determined to give it a very deliberate
					consideration. Nay, I even made it the subject of my prayers, that if I might
					become an instrument to promote the knowledge and glory of God, and the
					salvation and happiness of any of his creatures, I might have his blessing on my
					endeavours. Surely this was not superstition in one who believes in a particular
					providence! And of this persuasion shall no man rob me! Certainly he who would
					divide the belief of a particular providence from religion, destroys that which
					he should retain. He takes from man that hope which only can support him under
					the vicissitudes and cares of this life. Let a man be thoroughly persuaded that
					he is not the <pb n="151 [word 'the' repeats in original]" facs="pageImages/151.png"/>the subject of divine care, what can support him
					in the hour of affliction? What can prevent him from seeking <ref target="relief_" corresp="relief">relief</ref>
					<note xml:id="relief" target="relief_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">deliverance from distress</note> from the
					pistol, or the dagger? </p>
				<p>But leaving these reflections to those who are so happy as to think, I return to
					my history. I reflected that as there were several holes, or openings in the
					image, I might possibly be seen through them by the Indians, before I might have
					leisure to judge whether I should address myself to them or not; which might be
					attended with unforeseen consequences, to my great disadvantage. To come to a
						<ref target="certainty_" corresp="certainty">certainty</ref>
					<note xml:id="certainty" target="certainty_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">decision</note> as to this material point, I
					proceeded in this manner: I took one of my gowns, and carried it into the
					statue, and with other things so stuffed it out, as <pb n="152" facs="pageImages/152.png"/>to make it fast within the idol, and to cover all
					the holes. I then went out upon the island, and carefully surveyed the statue
					round, and found, to my great satisfaction, that the several perforations grew
					narrower as they approached the interior part of the statue, and were so deep
					that they cast a shadow within themselves, so that upon the nearest approach it
					was impossible to see into it, without there had been a light within-side;
					however, at least, I could not distinguish my gown; and the statue was too high
					for any person to bring his eyes, or even his hands, near to the openings. But
					for fear this deception might be owing to the gown's covering the holes more
					closely than my body could, I took it away, and once more went out to make a <pb n="153" facs="pageImages/153.png"/>second observation, and had still the
					pleasure to find it was impossible to see into the statue at all. </p>
				<p>Though this danger was entirely removed, there still remained another. I had
					discovered, as the reader may remember, that such was the wonderful <ref target="mechanism_" corresp="mechanism">mechanism of this statue, that the
						least sound became very audible</ref>
					<note xml:id="mechanism" target="mechanism_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">Devices capable of amplifying the voice of
						the operator’s voice are mentioned by other works at the time that deal with
						themes of colonialism and science. Most notably, Aphra Behn’s play <ref target="https://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/behn/emperor/emperor.html">The Emperor of the Moon</ref> (1688) and Margaret Cavendish’s <ref target="http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/newcastle/blazing/blazing.html">Blazing World</ref> (1668). Both Cavendish and Behn express interest in
						exploring the gendered nature of science and knowledge-finding enterprises
						like colonialism, and may represent a tradition that Winkfield is taking up
						in exploring the ways that technologies of sound have the potential to allow
						an operator to exercise power over other people who typically may not have
						listened to them.</note>. The noise I might make then at getting into it
					might instantly discover me; for it was reasonable to suppose, that the
					visitants would come as near to their idol as they could; no doubt ascend the
					very steps leading up to it, and being thus near must needs hear the least
					noise. </p>
				<p>Alarming as this consideration was, it soon subsided. For to avoid the
					possibility of this event, I determined <pb n="154" facs="pageImages/154.png"/>to place myself in it before their arrival, and to sit perfectly still till
					their departure, if I should see occasion; or till I spoke, if I should find it
					proper so to do. The image was very well contrived to favour my purpose; there
					was in it a convenient seat, and sure footing for my feet; and which also
					luckily suited my stature, so that when I sat, my face was directly upon a level
					with the holes; by which means I could, without changing my posture, see every
					thing that was to be seen through them. Looking in my <ref target="almanack_" corresp="almanack">Almanack</ref>
					<note xml:id="almanack" target="almanack_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">The narrator uses an almanac as a form of
						technology here to predict the conditions under which she will meet the
						natives. The almanac is a tool that mixes empirical observation with the
						slightly mystical intention of predicting the weather in the future–the mix
						of the empirical and the mystical is an apt characterization of the state of
						science in the era.</note> I found that the night preceding the Thursday on
					which the Indians were to come, was the time of fullmoon; and that, therefore,
					they, very probably, would take the advantage of it to set out in the night, to
					be on <pb n="155" facs="pageImages/155.png"/>the island early in the morning.
					Nor was my conjecture wrong, as the event proved. I thought, therefore, it would
					be prudent in me to take up my residence early in the evening. </p>
				<p>There were now but three days to come before their arrival, during which, I
					changed my mind, perhaps, as many times as there are hours in that space. This
					moment I imagined hundreds of Indians prostrate before me with reverence and
					attention, whilst like a lawgiver, I uttered precepts, and, like an orator,
					inculcated them with a voice magnified almost to the loudness of thunder. At
					another time my soul shrunk within me at the imagined noise of their dreadful
					yell; whilst my imagination painted to me an enraged <pb n="156" facs="pageImages/156.png"/>multitude tearing down, in their fury, branches
					of trees with which to surround the statue, and to burn me in it. </p>
				<p>As one, or other of these thoughts prevailed, I resolved for or against, the
					undertaking. At last, with more than <ref target="female_" corresp="female">female</ref>
					<note xml:id="female" target="female_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">"Female" is used here as an adjective to mean
						weak or feeble.</note> resolution, I determined on the attempt, and from
					that moment <ref target="fortified_" corresp="fortified">fortified my mind, and 
					checked every rising fear</ref>
						<note xml:id="fortified" target="fortified_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">In his <hi rend="italic">
						English Dictionary</hi> (1773), <persName type="lcnaf" key="n78095825">Samuel 
						Johnson (1709-1784)</persName> 
						<ref target="https://johnsonsdictionaryonline.com/views/search.php?term=hero">
						defines “Hero” as “A man eminent for bravery.”</ref>. Through checking her fear, 
						Unca Eliza proves her ability to occupy the status of heroine as a female 
						“eminent for bravery”. Johnson uses this existing definition of the hero to 
						then <ref target="https://johnsonsdictionaryonline.com/views/search.php?term=heroine">
						define “Heroine” as “a female hero</ref>.”  Alongside his definition, Johnson 
						includes an excerpt from <persName type="lcnaf" key="n79006406">John Dryden
						</persName>’s <hi rend="italic">Fables Ancient and Modern</hi> 
						(1700): “The heroine assum’d the woman’s place, Confirm’d her mind, and 
						fortify’d her face.” Unca Eliza’s claim to “fortify her mind” instead of her 
						face effectively reverses Dryden’s idea of the heroine, which focuses on the 
						heroine’s physical features. In this phrase, Unca Eliza not only claims the 
						status of “heroine” but	also pushes the heroine to a more complex state that is 
						not merely focused on the physical.</note>. 
					This was on the morning of the preceding day of their coming. 
					Out of the few clothes which I had, I chose those which I thought would make the 
					least rustling, and were the least bulky. I thought one shell-lamp would be 
					sufficient, and that I would put that out, when I came to the foot of the statue, 
					as I should take my tinder-boxwith 
					<pb n="157" facs="pageImages/157.png"/> me. As I intended to get into the
					statue at night, and knew not how many hours I might be obliged to continue
					there the next day, I put a few roots into my pocket, and as I had nothing but
					shells to take any water in with me, and was afraid I might drop them, and make
					a noise, I contented myself with some <ref target="limes_" corresp="limes">ripe
						limes</ref>
					<note xml:id="limes" target="limes" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">All citrus, limes included, are Old World
						foods. The Spanish began cultivating citrus in what is now Florida in the
						16th century, and citrus growing reached modern Louisiana by the early
						1700s. The presence of limes necessitates that Winkfield’s island is at
						least as far south as Florida. This is also an example of Robinsonade
						narratives often projecting Edenic qualities onto their respective islands
						through food, despite them being sites of captivity. See David Karp, "<ref target="https://www.oxfordreference.com/display/10.1093/acref/9780199734962.001.0001/acref-9780199734962-e-0178">Citrus</ref>," in <hi rend="italic">The Oxford Encyclopedia of Food and
							Drink in America</hi>.</note> and other moist fruits, of which there was
					plenty on the island. When the evening came on, having first performed some
					particular <ref target="devotions_" corresp="devotions">devotions</ref>
					<note xml:id="devotions" target="devotions_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">prayers</note> on the occasion, I set out,
					and as soon as I had got low enough down the stairs, I fastened the two bolts of
					the door after me. I should have observed that before I set out, I concealed
					every thing I had up and down in holes, which I covered up close with stones, so
					as nothing <pb n="158" facs="pageImages/158.png"/>could be perceived, that in
					case any of the Indians should chance to wander into my apartments, they should
					discover nothing that might prompt them to suppose that any human creature
					inhabited them. </p>
				<p>When I came to the foot of the statue I pulled off my shoes, and left them there,
					that I might not make any noise with them in changing my possture as I sat.
					Though my situation was dark within, yet as the moon shone very bright, I had a
					very agreeable <ref target="prospect_" corresp="prospect">prospect</ref>
					<note xml:id="prospect" target="prospect_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">view</note> of the island. My mind was too
					busy to suffer me to sleep; the expectation of the events of the coming day
					engrossed all my thoughts. I hoped, I feared, I trembled, I prayed. For a moment
					I resolved to descend, 
					<pb n="159" facs="pageImages/159.png"/>and give up the enterprize; again, much 
					courage revived, <ref target="heroine_" corresp="heroine">and I was a heroine.</ref>
					<note xml:id="heroine" target="heroine_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">The eighteenth-century heroine was a concept emerging 
					as distinctly different from existing notions of the hero in eighteenth century 
					literature. <ref target="https://digitalcommons.murraystate.edu/honorstheses/149">
					Grace Gibson highlights</ref> the hero’s goals as “attaining honor and social 
					ascension” in contrast with the heroine who “focuses on acquiring the security and 
					comfort found in the institution of marriage” (4). These goals position the hero 
					and heroine as characters in progress. However, where the hero’s progress is 
					external, including winning honor or social ascension in the world around him, the 
					heroine’s journey is an internal process focused on becoming eligible for marriage. 
					This reveals the heroine as a character more elemental than the hero, still in 
					need of personal development. <ref target="https://muse.jhu.edu/article/455866/pdf">
					April Alliston writes</ref> that the female character “may not be what it seems, 
					and therefore requires a narrative process, or trial, to unfold its truth” (257). 
					Unca Eliza’s position as heroine of <hi rend="italic">The Female American</hi> 
					necessitates personal development in order to achieve marriage. Yet by claiming the 
					title of "heroine" before marriage here, she reimagines female heroism outside the 
					expectations of eighteenth-century literature.</note>
					The consciousness of the purity of my intention, and the goodness of my design, 
					prevailed over every other thought, and I became calm and determined. Whilst I thus 
					sat waiting for the arrival of the Indians, and observing the signs of approaching 
					day, a sudden clap of thunder broke just over my head; the introduction to a more
					violent hurricane than that which I had lately seen. This was accompanied with
					an <ref target="earthquake_" corresp="earthquake">earthquake</ref>
                            <note xml:id="earthquake" target="earthquake_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">This detail may offer evidence that the
					author of <hi rend="italics">The Female American</hi> was unfamiliar 
					with the location in which the novel is set. The likely location of Unca’s island, 
					the <placeName type="tgn" key="1115016">Pamlico Sound</placeName>, is not
					situated on any major fault lines or seismic hotspots. The <ref target="https://www.deq.nc.gov/about/divisions/energy-mineral-and-land-resources/north-carolina-geological-survey/geologic-hazards/earthquakes-north-carolina">North Carolina Department of Environmental Quality</ref>
					has no evidence of an earthquake on the sound from 1698, when seismic
					activity first began to be recorded in the region. It is unlikely that an
					earthquake originating in the nearest hotspot (current-day <placeName type="tgn" key="7013582">Charleston, South Carolina</placeName>) or oceanic
					tremors originating farther out in the Atlantic would cause the level of
					damage Unca describes. A destructive storm in this area would more likely
					be a hurricane or tropical cyclone caused by the convergence of four
					different <ref target="https://climate.ncsu.edu/blog/2022/07/our-curious-coast-the-ocean-and-coastline/">ocean currents</ref>. Eastern North
					Carolina is set out farther into the Atlantic than surrounding coastal
					areas, making it particularly vulnerable to coastal storms.</note> 
					that shook the whole island, and I expected every moment that I
					should be swallowed up, or, at the best, that the statue would be overturned
					with myself in it. I now trembled indeed, and all my courage failed. The storm
					still continuing, I <pb n="160" facs="pageImages/160.png"/>at last, made shift
					to descend the stairs, and being arrived in the passage, I sat down on the
					ground, unable to go far into it. </p>
				<p>It was darkness all around me, and I could not find my lamp and tinderbox. The
					earthquake still continued, as I perceived by the motion of the ground beneath
					me. I thought it could not be long before I should be buried alive in the earth;
					and therefore, as well as my disturbed spirits would permit, <ref target="recommended_" corresp="recommended">recommended</ref>
					<note xml:id="recommended" target="recommended_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">committed</note> myself into the hands of
					God. </p>
			</div>

			<div type="chapter" n="10">

				<pb n="161" facs="pageImages/161.png"/>
				<head type="main">CHAP. X.</head>
				<head type="desc">
					<hi rend="italic">Finds herself unable to get out of the idol; after despairing
						of <ref target="extricating_" corresp="extricating">extricating</ref>
						<note xml:id="extricating" target="extricating_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">freeing</note> herself, forces open the
						passage; and perceives the earthquake had destroyed her habitation.</hi>
				</head>
				<p>
					<hi rend="dropcap">I</hi>N this melancholy situation did I continue for some
					hours, when I supposed the earthquake was over; for I no longer felt the motion
					of it. But the thunder still continued, yet with less violence, and the claps
					were not so frequent. I got up, and once more ascended into the image, saw no
					appearance of the Indians, and supposed that they would not be able to come at
					all at that time. Whilst I sat here, I <pb n="162" facs="pageImages/162.png"/>perceived the earth to shake again, and I once more descended into the
					passage, determined at all events to get out of it, and, if possible, once more,
					to gain my cell; for I shuddered at the thoughts of being buried alive where I
					was, which I had but too much reason to fear. I even got over the fear of the
					Indians coming, and discovering of me, with the hopes that my complexion and the
					advantage of speaking their language, which I little feared but I should
					understand, would recommend me to their favour. And with respect to the storm, I
					might possibly escape without any hurt; and at the worst, I thought it would be
					better to die by a blast of lightning, or by the stroke of thunder, than to be
					buried <pb n="163" facs="pageImages/163.png"/>alive in the earth, and very
					likely be several days in dying. </p>
				<p>I should have been glad to have found my lamp; but as I could not, I groped my
					way as well as I could to the stairs, which led up to the trapdoor, which,
					having reached, I endeavoured to unbolt; but as the bolts were large and very
					rusty, they gave me a great deal of trouble and much pain, forced the skin off
					my hands, and made them very sore and bloody. At last they both gave back, when
					I pushed the door upwards; but what was my terror at finding it would not give
					way! I was persuaded that I had unbolted it; and therefore concluded, in my
					mind, that the earthquake had overturned some of the earth above, <pb n="164" facs="pageImages/164.png"/>and covered it over. It is impossible to describe
					the agony of my mind; I concluded myself lost, that I was entombed alive, and
					that I should miserably perish with hunger and thirst. Fear added strength, and
					I again and again made the utmost efforts to raise the door up, but in vain; I
					did but increase my pain, and exhaust my strength, till I was unable to make a
					farther trial. </p>
				<p>How dreadful my situation! no other prospect before me but that of a certain
					lingering death! I sat a long time on the stairs in the most melancholy
					condition. I endeavoured to pray, but could not; at last I did, when, a little
					more composed, I got up to look at that light which I never expected to <pb n="165" facs="pageImages/165.png"/>enjoy again with an open freedom. I was
					satisfied as I crept along, that the earthquake was over. When I was got into
					the statue, I found that the thunder and lightning still continued. What would I
					not have given in that moment, to have been exposed to its utmost violence! I
					most ardently wished for the coming of the Indians, who happily might prove the
					instruments of my deliverance. But this was rather the wish of despair than a
					probable event; for how should they know where to find the door, supposing them
					present and disposed to seek it? Tired with sitting here, or rather with my own
					tormenting thoughts, I once more, I knew not why, descended into the passage;
					but what comfort was I to find there? As I got to the bottom <pb n="166" facs="pageImages/166.png"/>of the stairs my foot struck against something,
					which, upon feeling, I found to be my tinder-box, and by it my lamp. A secret
					joy spread through my heart. This I instantly checked with this reflection, What
					comfort, said I to myself, can light afford to such a wretch as I am, doomed to
					perish in this place? I now <ref target="upbraided_" corresp="upbraided">upbraided</ref>
					<note xml:id="upbraided" target="upbraided_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">reproached</note> myself with my own <ref target="folly_" corresp="folly">folly</ref>
					<note xml:id="folly" target="folly_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">unwise conduct</note>. Why did I undertake this rash, hazardous enterprize?
					Could the poor hermit content himself forty years in his lonely cell, and was I
					so soon weary of it? <ref target="divine_" corresp="divine">All the favours of 
					providence are now lost upon me</ref>
                            <note xml:id="divine" target="divine_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">For Unca Eliza, the notion of 
					providence serves as the explanatory foundation for understanding the 
					workings of nature. Her insistence on the supremacy of divine
					intervention also mirrors the colonizers' attempts to assert control. Compare
					this to Daniel Defoe's <hi rend="italic">Robinson Crusoe</hi>, when 
					the titular character is "<ref target="https://anthology.lib.virginia.edu/work/Defoe/defoe-crusoe#PD1487N1l5l5l2l229">
					wrapt up in the Contemplation of [his] Deliverance</ref>" after surviving a 
					shipwreck. Crusoe views his survival as divine providence granted in exchange for 
					increased piety. Both characters’ survival becomes a catalyst for recommitting 
					to their faith, with Unca Eliza intensifying her efforts to impose her 
					religious views on the Indigenous people of the island.</note>. I might
					have lived with some degree of comfort, but now must perish miserably. I have by
					my rashness sinned against the mercy of heaven, and now must die without it. </p>

				<pb n="167" facs="pageImages/167.png"/>
				<p>Thus did I indulge the severest reflections on my own conduct. At last I thought
					I would once more look at my prison-door, but with no hopes of escape. For this
					purpose I struck fire, and lighted my lamp, and having reached the door, I
					carefully examined the bolts, which I thought I discovered to be not quite drawn
					back; this gave me a little hope. I tried one of them with much pain, for my
					hands were very sore, and at last it gave back a little; now my hopes were quite
					revived, and gave me fresh strength to attempt the other, and was again
					successful, and so happy as to raise the door up. Thus had my mistake procured
					all this uneasiness to me; and how many of our miseries do often flow from our
					mistakes? I <pb n="168" facs="pageImages/168.png"/>now once more beheld the open
					air in freedom, if such can be said of one who was confined in a small island
					bounded by the sea. I thanked God for my deliverance, and as the day was
					declining, I intended to make haste to my cell, but found fresh ruins to
					interrupt my way. Those remains of the palace which I left standing but the day
					before, were now thrown down; not one had escaped the violence of the
					earthquake, not even excepting the cell I inhabited. I had reason, indeed, to be
					very thankful for my confinement in the subterraneous passage, to which, in all
					probability, I owed my not having perished in my cell. But one misfortune I
					still sustained, the want of an apartment above ground. </p>

				<pb n="169" facs="pageImages/169.png"/>
				<p>The thoughts of living under-ground were very disagreeable; but no better
					habitation remained for me. It was well for me, that I had the precaution to
					remove my few effects out of my cell, which by the fall of it might have been
					destroyed, but which I found safe where I had deposited them. I took some
					provisions, and some more lamps and fat, in order to render my dark abode as
					light as I could, and with an heavy heart returned back to the place I had left
					but a little while before, not thinking I should ever have made it the voluntary
					place of my residence, if indeed I may say voluntary; for it was necessity, not
					a free choice, that led me thither. Having entered by the door and fastened it,
					I lighted five other lamps, with that I carried in my hand ready lighted, but
						<pb n="170" facs="pageImages/170.png"/>these were not sufficient to take off
					the gloominess of the place. I had no better lodging than the bare ground; for
					it was too late to furnish myself with leaves. </p>
				<p>A melancholy situation this! and scarcely was I able to bear it; but I summoned
					every thing that could give me comfort, or inspire me with fortitude. Among
					other things I considered that it was in every respect better than being on the
					ground above, exposed to the air and other accidents; that here, at least, was a
					safe retreat; that my distress was neither owing to my own sin or folly; and
					that, above all, no place is excluded from the presence of God; that his
					providential eye was still watching over me, and <pb n="171" facs="pageImages/171.png"/>that I was under his protection. Having taken
					some refreshment, which I greatly needed, and said my prayers, I laid me down in
					one of the apartments here, already mentioned, with all my lamps burning, and,
					being tolerably composed in my mind, and very weary and heavy, having had no
					rest the night before, I fell fast asleep. </p>
			</div>

			<div type="chapter" n="11">

				<pb n="172" facs="pageImages/172.png"/>
				<head type="main">CHAP. XI.</head>
				<head type="desc">
					<hi rend="italic">The Indians land, and approach the idol; the high-priest
						interrogates the statue, from which she makes responses, and instructs them
						in the principles of the Christian religion.</hi>
				</head>
				<p>
					<hi rend="dropcap">A</hi>S soon as I awoke I got up, and finding two of my lamps
					yet burning, I took one of them, walked to the stairs that led up to the statue,
					which I ascended, and found the sun had been risen some time, and that it was a
					very fine calm morning. I had not been here long before I heard a prodigious
					noise of voices, when looking forwards, I discovered a great number of Indians
					approaching, at some distance. <pb n="173 [page breaks after 'dis-']" facs="pageImages/173.png"/>The noise and sight of them. startled
					me at first; but recovering myself from the surprize, my former intention of
					speaking to them revived, and I was the more confirmed in my resolution to do so
					from a consideration of the almost impossibility of living long under ground.
					Therefore first commending myself to God, and my intention, I waited for a
					favourable opportunity; in the mean time sitting as still as possible. </p>
				<p>There was a great number of them, men, women, and children, who as they drew
					nearer formed themselves, as it were, into ranks, the oldest men first, then the
					younger, after there the eldest women, and the youngest ; lastly the <pb n="174" facs="pageImages/174.png"/> children, (no infants) boys and girls, the last
					of which brought up the rear. But I should have observed that the whole body of
					them was preceded by six old men, their priests, with a very old man at their
					head, so feeble with age that he was supported by two others. As soon as they
					had formed themselves in this manner, they came on very slowly, and with a
					profound silence. This slow march greatly favoured me, and gave me time to be
					thoroughly composed and fortified. I supposed their reasons were partly
					reverence, and partly to savour their ancient feeble high-priest; for such he
					was to the sun. Each of the priests had a small golden image suspended at his
					breast, and a golden coronet. The high priest the same, only that his coronet
					was much larger; <pb n="175" facs="pageImages/175.png"/>he had besides a long
					staff in his right hand, with an image of the sun upon the top of it, also of
					gold. </p>
				<p>Having approached within a few yards of the statue, they all stopt; when the high
					priest, and the six others, with the whole assembly, very devoutly <ref target="prostrated_" corresp="prostrated">prostrated</ref>
					<note xml:id="prostrated" target="prostrated" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">To prostrate oneself is to fall forward with
						face downward, in an act of reverence.</note> themselves to the earth three
					times: all of them continued prostrate on the ground, except the six priests,
					who each kneeled on both his knees, whilst the high-priest kneeled only upon
					one. The high priest then begun to sing a kind of hymn, in praise of the sun, as
					God, joined soon after by the priests, and, lastly, as in a chorus, by the whole
					assembly. The sound of their voices was so increased by the <pb n="176" facs="pageImages/176.png"/>make of the statue, that I was hardly able to
					bear it. </p>
				<p>I still kept silence; not thinking it as yet a proper time to interrupt them.
					When this part of their worship was over, they all stood, and the high-priest
					made an address to the sun, in a very low feeble voice, which yet I could hear
					very plainly, and to my great joy and encouragement, perfectly understood. The
						<ref target="purport_" corresp="purport">purport</ref>
					<note xml:id="purport" target="purport_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">meaning or intent</note> of it was to
					acknowledge him as the author of all things, the support of all, and the giver
					of all things, with praises naturally resulting from such acknowledgments. Then
					each of the priests, in his turn, offered up a kind of prayer for long life,
					health, success in hunting and fishing, &amp;c. The address of the high-priest
						<pb n="177" facs="pageImages/177.png"/>was truly great and elevated, and a
					pleasing simplicity and a fervency of devotion ran through the prayers of the
					priests, which they delivered very distinctly and audibly. When the priests had
					finished their parts, the whole assembly, which had hitherto observed a profound
					silence, except in the chorus, begun theirs. A confused disharmonious noised
					ensued; for each had a <ref target="petition_" corresp="petition">petition</ref>
					<note xml:id="petition" target="petition_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">entreaty or prayer</note> to offer up, whilst
						<ref target="Baal_" corresp="Baal">like the priests of Baal, they cried as
						loud as they could</ref>
					<note xml:id="Baal" target="Baal_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">A comical allusion to <ref target="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1+kings+18&amp;version=KJV">1 Kings 18</ref>. The prophet Elijah and the prophets of Baal—a broad
						term for Mesopotamian deities, referring here to a solar deity—hold a
						competition to prove whose god is real. They both prepare altars and pray
						for their gods to send fire. As the prophets of Baal shout to their god with
						no response, Elijah mocks that Baal must be preoccupied in conversation,
						relieving his bowels, or sleeping (<ref target="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1+kings+18.27&amp;version=KJV">18.27</ref>). When their cries cease, Elijah orders for his altar to be
						soaked with water three times and offers a prayer. His altar is consumed by
						fire.</note>, as if their God was a great way off, 
						<ref target="deaf_" corresp="deaf">or deaf, and could not hear them.</ref>
						<note xml:id="deaf" target="deaf_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">Unca dismisses the power of the Native people’s 
						God by suggesting that it is deaf. This suggestion of deafness is prominent 
						in several eighteenth-century texts, like <persName type="lcnaf" key="n79053974">Daniel Defoe</persName>’s (1660-1731) 
						<ref target="https://anthology.lib.virginia.edu/work/Defoe/defoe-crusoe">
						<hi rend="italic">Robinson Crusoe</hi>
                                </ref> (1719), which contrasts loudness 
						as power with deafness as limitation. This limitation in <hi rend="italic">
						Crusoe</hi> is explored further in <persName type="lcnaf" key="n2019019882">
						Jason Farr</persName>’s article, <ref target="https://utpjournals.press/doi/10.3138/ecf.29.4.537">“Colonizing Gestures: 
						Crusoe, the Signing Sovereign”</ref>. Farr examines the metaphors of “obstinate 
						deafness” and suggests that Crusoe’s refusal to “listen to wisdom of his 
						father” is framed as a sin. Similarly, Winkfield represents the Native people’s 
						God as auditorily impaired to suggest spiritual disconnection. This initial 
						impairment can then be used to emphasize the responsiveness and power of Unca's 
						Christian God 
						<ref target="https://anthology.lib.virginia.edu/work/Winkfield/winkfield-female-american#PD1330N2l5l4l12l22">
						as she is guided by him and her uncle’s teachings</ref>.</note>
						In these supplications even the children bore a part. </p>
				<p>And now the high-priest begun again, but in a very different manner than before,
					who stood, as did the rest, and <pb n="178" facs="pageImages/178.png"/>very
					pathetically lamented the long silence of the oracle, and, in a kind of agony,
					intreated that answers might be again given to them. He ceased at times, when
					each of the other priests, in his turn, continued the same complaint, and the
					same intreaties. Every time that one of the priests stopped, the whole company
					made great lamentations, attended with most dreadful yells. The seven priests
					having finished this last part, a general and profound silence ensued. </p>
				<p>I now was preparing to speak, thinking I could not have a better opportunity,
					when the high-priest gave me a much fairer occasion; for, raising his voice,
					seemingly, as loud <pb n="179" facs="pageImages/179.png"/>as he could, he cried,
					or asked, in a kind of exultation,</p>
				<p>WHO IS GOD BUT THE SUN? </p>
				<!--I think that these quotes, since they are offset from the rest of the text should us <q>? -->
				<p>To whom <ref target="oral_" corresp="oral">I immediately replied, in so very loud, 
				yet equally distinct, a voice</ref>
                            <note xml:id="oral" target="oral_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">Unca’s voice, as she speaks to the crowd of Native 
				people, mimics that of a preacher’s retellings of religious texts. However, to an 
				eighteenth-century British audience, the authority of oral testimonies was heavily 
				dependent on the sex of the informant. Women's oral retellings were strongly associated 
				with "old wives' tales." <persName type="lcnaf" key="n97108994">Paula McDowell
				</persName> suggests in <ref target="https://press.uchicago.edu/ucp/books/book/chicago/I/bo25956684.html">
                                    <hi rend="italic">
				The Invention of the Oral</hi>
                                </ref> that early Christian authors warned against “old 
				wives' tales” as “religious beliefs that hampered Enlightenment rational thought” (50). 
				Winkfield minimizes the unbelievability of women's oral presentation by emphasizing 
				Unca Eliza’s religious authority. Volume is a sign of power: her voice is "very loud, 
				yet equally distinct" with that of the high-priest. While she is unknown to these 
				people, she asserts herself orally as spiritually powerful.</note>
					, that it ecchoed back again from the end of the island,</p>
				<p>HE WHO MADE THE SUN. </p>
				<p>I must acknowledge I trembled when I had done, and was even sorry I had spoken,
					though truly and properly; yet I rightly concluded that I must proceed--No
					sooner had I uttered there words, but the lay-assembly leaped up from the
					ground, as if <ref target="frantick_" corresp="frantick">frantick</ref>
					<note xml:id="frantick" target="frantick_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">affected by wild excitement, frantic</note>
					with joy, and with loud shouts, and strange gestures, expressed<pb n="180 [page breaks after 'expres-']" facs="pageImages/180.png"/> 
					the transports they felt, and then all fell prostrate, whilst the priests, with
					more decency and gravity, profoundly bowed their bodies, three times, to the
					very earth. </p>
				<p>And now <ref target="dialogue_" corresp="dialogue">the following dialogue
						commenced between the high-priest and me</ref>
					<note xml:id="dialogue" target="dialogue_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">The following passage’s theological exchange
						in the format of questions and answers mirrors Martin Luther's <hi rend="italic">Small Catechism</hi> (1529). The idea that all doctrine
						must be justified by scripture, or else rejected, was a founding tenet of
						Lutheran Protestantism. The Church of England adopted a similar format in
						the <hi rend="italic">Westminster Shorter Catechism</hi> (1647), which
						provides short answers to theological questions.<lb/>The scene is similar to
							<ref target="https://anthology.lib.virginia.edu/work/Defoe/defoe-crusoe">Robinson Crusoe</ref>'s attempt to instruct Friday in his faith. While
						Crusoe offers general Christian answers to Friday’s questions, Unca Eliza
						responds to the Indigenous people’s questions with scripture she has
						memorized.</note>, the people observing the whole time a solemn silence. </p>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">High-Priest.</hi>
					<ref target="Moses_" corresp="Moses">"Who then is that God?"</ref>
					<note xml:id="Moses" target="Moses_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">Perhaps a satirical recapitulation of Moses’
						conversation with a burning bush inhabited by God (<ref target="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=exodus+3&amp;version=KJV">Exodus 3</ref>). When Moses asks God’s name, the response given in the
						Hebrew is often translated as “I am who I am,” which evokes a sense of
						timelessness that is expressed in its Greek variation as the passage Unca
						Eliza references: “I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith
						the Lord, which is, and which was, and which is to come” (<ref target="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=revelation+1%3A8&amp;version=KJV">Revelation 1.18</ref>).</note>
				</p>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">Answer.</hi> "He who always was, is, and ever
					willl<!--typo "willl" is in the original--> be."<!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">High-Priest.</hi> "Where does he dwell?" </p>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">Answer.</hi> "In heaven, though indeed he is present every
					where; for <pb n="181" facs="pageImages/181.png"/> he filleth heaven and earth
					with his presence--He sees all things; knows all things; for he made all things,
					and supports all things, by his power, which is boundless."
					<!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">High-Priest.</hi> "Can we see him?" </p>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">Answer.</hi> "No; for no man can see God whilst he
					lives."<!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">High-Priest.</hi> "Shall we then see him after we are
					dead?"<!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">Answer.</hi> "Yes; all good men shall see him, and be happy
					with him; but every wicked man will be banished from his presence, and be
					miserable."<!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>

				<pb n="182" facs="pageImages/182.png"/>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">High-Priest.</hi> "Who is a good man?"<!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">Answer.</hi> "He who believes in God, who loves and obeys him,
					and does by every man as he would be done by."<!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">High-Priest.</hi> "Who is a wicked
					man?"<!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">Answer.</hi> "He who does not believe in God, love, and obey
					him; and he who does not do by every one as he would be done
					by."<!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>
				<p>Here after a short silence, he continued his questions. </p>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">High-Priest.</hi> "Are you God?" </p>

				<pb n="183" facs="pageImages/183.png"/>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">Answer.</hi> "No." </p>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">High-Priest.</hi> "Are you the sun?" </p>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">Answer.</hi> "No; for the sun can neither understand, nor see,
					nor hear, as I do."<!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">High-Priest.</hi> "Who are you then?" </p>
				<p>Though I did not mean to impose myself upon them as God, and had declared I was
					not God, yet I thought it necessary to check this question, judging it as yet
					too soon to declare myself, and therefore replied, </p>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">Answer.</hi> "Do not ask; for I will not answer to any
					questions but as I see proper."<!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>

				<pb n="184" facs="pageImages/184.png"/>
				<p>At this instant our dialogue was strangely stopt, and I was greatly surprized to
					see the whole assembly throw themselves upon the ground, tear, and beat
					themselves, venting their grief in cries and unintelligible accents, the priests
					behaving as madly as they. Whilst I beheld this extraordinary change with a
					concern and surprize that prevented my speaking to them, they all ran away,
					except the highpriest, who was too feeble, as fast as they could towards the
					sea-side. </p>
				<p>For my own part my ideas were so confused upon this occasion, that I was
					incapable of thought. What have I said, at last cried I, within myself, that
					could thus terrify these people? I paused, and as my custom is on all sudden and
						<pb n="185" facs="pageImages/185.png"/> extraordinary events, endeavoured to
					withdraw my attention from all outward things, and recollect my mind within me;
					and now happily I guessed the cause, as the event proved. I had told them I was
					neither the God I had described, nor <ref target="worship_" corresp="worship">the sun, whom they believed to be God</ref>
                            <note xml:id="worship" target="worship_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">This 
					representation of the Indigenous people's religious customs echoes numerous early 
					colonial accounts depicting the Native peoples of Virginia worshipping the sun. 
					Works such as <persName type="lcnaf" key="n50026495">Thomas Harriot</persName>'s 
					<ref target="https://archive.org/details/briefetruereport00harr/mode/2up?q=sunne">
                                    <hi rend="italic">A Briefe and True Report of the New Found Land of Virginia
					</hi>
                                </ref> (1590) and 
					<persName type="lcnaf" key="n9626183">George Percy</persName>'s 
					<ref target="https://archive.org/details/foundingjamesto00hartgoog">
					<hi rend="italic">Observations Gathered out of a Discourse of the Plantation of the 
					Southerne Colonie in Virginia</hi>
                                </ref> (1625) depicts the Indigenous tribes of 
					Virginia worshipping the sun. Percy’s account of the Native peoples he encounters 
					more closely resembles the religious beliefs of the "Indians" Unca Eliza meets in 
					<hi rend="italic">The Female American</hi>, as both groups appear solely to worship 
					the sun, whereash Harriot’s account mentions the existence of the moon and stars as 
					additional gods.</note>, and
					yet refused to inform them who I was; yet I must have appeared to them to be
					more than a mere mortal, and recollecting that it was an opinion, common among
					the untaught Indians, to believe that there are two beings, the one good and the
					other evil, answering to God and the Devil with us Christians, therefore, from
					their sudden strange behaviour, I concluded, that they apprehended I must be the
					latter, the evil being whom they dreaded, and therefore fled. This determined<pb n="186 [page breaks after 'de-']" facs="pageImages/186.png"/>  the
					conduct I was to pursue. I therefore immediately called to the high-priest, who
					lay on the ground, "Arise, and learn to be wise and happy." </p>
				<p>But observing that he continued motionless, and not knowing but he might be dead,
					I extended my voice to the highest pitch I could, depending on the mechanism of
					the statue, for its reaching to the ears of the affrighted multitude; and thus
					called after them: "Return, I am not the evil being whom ye dread; <ref target="provoke_" corresp="provoke">return and provoke me not, to destroy you</ref>
					<note xml:id="provoke" target="provoke_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
					Unca Eliza continues to encourage the Indigenous people to believe that she is a 
					divine figure, going so far as to threaten the crowd. Here, she claims that God will not 
					hurt them, on the condition they "hearken" [listen] to her. She believes her 
					Christianity and identity as being half-white place her above the fully Indigenous 
					people she has encountered, reflecting <ref target="https://plato.stanford.edu/cgi-bin/encyclopedia/archinfo.cgi?entry=colonialism">the most 
					common justification for colonialism</ref> during the time: the idea that those being 
					colonized were "uncivilized," and that Europeans were "obligat[ed] to 'civilize' the 
					rest of the world."</note>, before you can reach your own shore."<!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>
				<p>I know not whether the <ref target="casuists_" corresp="casuists">casuists</ref>
					<note xml:id="casuists" target="casuists_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">Typically, a casuist is a theologian who
						studies cases of conscience or complex questions regarding duty and
						conduct.</note> may justify this artifice from sin; but to me it appeared
					expedient, and was successfully<pb n="187 [page breaks after 'suc-']" facs="pageImages/187.png"/>  adapted to their fears, for they
					immediately halted, and began slowly to return back. At this instant, perceiving
					the high-priest to move, I repractised the same artifice on him. "Arise" said I,
					"and I will neither destroy you, nor the people; but if you would procure my
					favour, encourage them to return, and to attend to my
					instructions."<!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>
				<p>He immediately arose; and turning to the people, beckoned to them to come
					forwards. This encouraged them to come again to their former station; when he
					said to them, "The oracle will not hurt you; but he will be
					heard."<!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>
				<p>This was as I wished; but, observing the signs of fear still strongly stampt upon
					them, I thus addressed them: </p>

				<pb n="188" facs="pageImages/188.png"/>
				<p>"Fear not, I am not the evil being; and if you will hearken to me, he shall never
					hurt you."<!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>
				<p>These words had the desired effect; they immediately appeared calm and pleased,
					bowing to the earth with profound reverence. After this the highpriest spoke to
					me, with a trembling voice. </p>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">High-Priest.</hi> "Will you protect us from the evil being,
					that he may not hurt us?"<!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">Answer.</hi> "God, who hath all power only, and who is good
					and gracious, "will protect you, and will not suf"fer the evil being to hurt
					you." </p>

				<pb n="189" facs="pageImages/189.png"/>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">High-Priest.</hi> "But must we not pray to the evil being not
					to hurt us?"<!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">Answer.</hi> "No; you must pray to God
					only."<!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">High-Priest.</hi> "Must we not pray to the Sun?" </p>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">Answer.</hi> "No; for he was made by God, to give you light
					and heat, and has no understanding." <!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">High-Priest.</hi> "Will he not be angry then, and leave us in
					the dark." </p>
				<!--quote adjustment-->
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">Answer.</hi> "No; look at that tree on your right hand, you
					know it grows, bears leaves and fruit; do you think it can see, or hear, or
					unnderstand?"<!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>

				<pb n="190" facs="pageImages/190.png"/>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">High-Priest.</hi> "I don't know." </p>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">Answer.</hi> "Can it move about from place to place, as you
					do?"<!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">High-Priest.</hi> "I believe not?" </p>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">Answer.</hi> "I told you before that God made all things; the
					sun is one of those things which he hath made by his great power, and hath fixed
					it in the air, but it cannot move from place to place, by any power that it hath
					in itself, as you can, but is moved as God pleases. It can neither see, hear,
					speak, nor think as you can, who therefore art a more excellent creature than
					the sun, and therefore must not worship him, for he was made for your use, any
					more <pb n="191" facs="pageImages/191.png"/>than you should worship that tree,
					because it does you good by bearing fruit for you to eat: nor must you worship
					any other creature you see, for the same reason; because they are all 
					<ref target="philosophy_" corresp="philosophy">made by
					God for your use</ref>
                            <note xml:id="philosophy" target="philosophy_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">Unca Eliza’s religious teaching here
					reinforces a hierarchy according to usefulness, with nature's value coming
					from how useful it is to mankind. This follows a philosophical viewpoint
					known as <ref target="https://www.britannica.com/topic/anthropocentrism">anthropocentrism</ref>. 
					Ethicists find that this philosophy is embedded within many
					Western religions, including in the story of Creation from the book of <ref target="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis%201&amp;version=KJV">
					Genesis</ref>. Interpretations of the story have led to the belief
					that human beings were created to be separate from and superior to all
					other forms of life and that everything on earth was created by God to be
					a resource to support and benefit humankind.</note>, and he hath given them to you." 
					<!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">High-Priest.</hi> "Did God send you to teach
					us?"<!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>
				<p>
					<hi rend="italic">Answer."</hi> <ref target="hear_" corresp="hear">He brought me 
					hear</ref>
                            <note xml:id="hear" target="hear_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">This instance of the word “here” being spelled 
					as its homophone, “hear,” may simply be a spelling variation or a typo. 
					However, it is also suggestive in this context, given the fact that <ref target="https://scholarship.claremont.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1089&amp;context=scripps_fac_pub">
					speech and language have undeniable connections to colonialism</ref>.</note>, 
					and I will teach you."<!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>
				<p> As it was now high noon, I thought they might want to refresh themselves, and
					therefore said, "You may now eat and drink, and then I will speak to you
					again."<!--quote adjustment--> The whole assembly <pb n="192" facs="pageImages/192.png"/>then bowed themselves, with great reverence,
					three times to the ground, and then sat down to eat and drink. </p>
				<p>I was myself very glad to have a little time, to consider how I should proceed on
					this extraordinary occasion. Whilst I took some refreshment myself, I reflected
					very deliberately upon this important business I had undertaken, and prayed to
					God that I might be the means of instructing them in the truth, and <ref target="occom_" corresp="occom">bring them, happily, to the knowledge of Christianity</ref>
					<note xml:id="occom" target="occom_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">
                                <graphic url="notes/occom.jpg" alt="sepia-toned, full-length seated portrait of a middle-aged man       in formal dress, pointing at an open book" source="https://www.npg.org.uk/collections/search/portrait/mw37948/Samson-Occom?" desc="Mezzotint of Samson Occom by Jonathan Spilsbury, after a portrait by       Mason Chamberlin, 1768. Source: National Portrait Gallery, UK. License:       CC-BY-NC-ND 3.0"/>Scholars have pointed towards the resemblance between 
					Unca Eliza and the <ref target="http://eada.lib.umd.edu/author-entries/occom-samson/">
					Mohegan minister <persName type="lcnaf" key="n85277145">Samson Occum</persName>
					(1723-1792)</ref>, who served as a Christian missionary among Native peoples 
					in the eighteenth century. Like Occom, Unca Eliza is Indigenous, Christian, 
					and an evangelist. In “<ref target="https://doi.org/10.1017/CBO9780511801976.010">
					Samson Occom’s Itinerancies</ref>,” Eve Tavor Bannet points out that 
					Unca Eliza’s Indigeneity or “likeness” to the people she wants to convert 
					is what allows her to gain religious authority (183). Bannet connects this 
					to Occom, who used his knowledge and identity as an Indigenous man to create 
					missionary practices that would appeal to Native American audiences. Through 
					embracing both parts of his identity, Occom furthered Christian missionary efforts, 
					but also challenged the role of the white missionary in Western society.</note>. 
					But as this affair required a very mature deliberation, I thought it would be best 
					to dismiss them at this time, and order some of them to come again the next week. 
					As soon then as I found that they had finished their repast, I said to the 
					<!--It looks like in this unusual case, the catch word "the" was not repeated on 
					the next page. I have added it in. -->
					<pb n="193" facs="pageImages/193.png"/>high-priest, "I would have you now, all
					of you, return home, and you the priests, and as many of you as will, may come
					here again this day week, but not before, upon pain of my displeasure, and then
					I will instruct you further."<!--quote adjustment-->
				</p>
				<p>Upon this they all set up a shout of joy, and having made their <ref target="obeisances_" corresp="obeisances">obeisances</ref>
					<note xml:id="obeisances" target="obeisances_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#UOStudStaff">signs of submission to authority</note> as
					before, returned back to the shore, in a reversed order from that they came in;
					for now the children walked first, the grown people next, and the priests last,
					carrying the high-priest with them. </p>
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<pb n="192"/>
<head>
A Dialogue between Old
<hi rend="italic">
England
</hi>
and New; concerning their present Troubles,
<ref target="Troubles_" corresp="Troubles">
                                <hi rend="italic">Anno,</hi>
    1642.</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Troubles" target="Troubles_">1642 marked the start of the English Civil War, a long and violent power conflict between the Royalist forces loyal to the Start monarchy headed by Charles I, and Parliamentary forces. The War would eventually end with the defeat of the Royalists and the execution of Charles, which took place in 1649. At the time of the writing of this poem (which might not have been exactly in 1642, but was probably pretty close to it), the outcome was undecided, but the fact that England had fallen into civil conflict was already reason for lamentation.</note>
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                <lb/>
<sp>
<speaker>New-England.</speaker>
<l>Alas dear Mother, fairest Queen and best,</l>
<l>With honour, wealth, and peace, happy and blest;</l>
<l>What ails thee hang thy head,  &amp; cross thine arms?</l>
<l>And sit i'th' dust, to sigh these sad alarms?</l>
<l>What deluge of new woes thus over-whelme</l>
<l>The glories of thy ever famous Realme?</l>
<l>What means this wailing tone, this mournful guise?</l>
<l>Ah, tell thy daughter, she may sympathize.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Old England.</speaker>
<l>Art ignorant indeed of these my woes?</l>
<l>Or must my forced tongue these griefs disclose?</l>
<l>And must my self dissect my tatter'd state,</l>
<l>Which 'mazed Christendome stands wondring at?</l>
<l>And thou a Child, a Limbe and dost not feel</l>
<l>My fainting weakned body now to reel?</l>
<l>
<pb n="193"/>
This Physick purging potion, I have taken,
</l>
<l>Will bring consumption, or an Ague quaking,</l>
<l>Unless some Cordial, thou fetch from high,</l>
<l>Which present help may ease my malady.</l>
<l>
If I decease, dost think thou shalt survive?
</l>
<l>Or by my wasting state dost think to thrive?</l>
<l>Then weigh our case, if 't be not justly sad;</l>
<l>Let me lament alone, while thou art glad.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>New-England.</speaker>
<l>And thus (alas) your state you much deplore</l>
<l>In general terms, but will not say wherefore:</l>
<l>What medicine shall I seek to cure this woe,</l>
<l>If th' wound so dangerous I may not know.</l>
<l>But you perhaps, would have me ghess it out:</l>
<l>
What hath some
<hi rend="italic">
Hengist
</hi>
like that
<hi rend="italic">Saxon</hi>
stout
</l>
<l>By fraud or force usurp'd thy flowring crown,</l>
<l>
Or by tempestuous warrs thy fields trod down?
</l>
<l>
Or hath
<hi rend="italic">Canutus,</hi>
that brave valiant
<hi>Dane</hi>
</l>
<l>The Regal peacefull Scepter from thee tane?</l>
<l>
Or is't a
<hi>Norman,</hi>
whose victorious hand
</l>
<l>With English blood bedews thy conquered land?</l>
<l>Or is't Intestine warrs that thus offend?</l>
<l>
Do
<hi rend="italic">Maud</hi>
and
<hi rend="italic">Stephen</hi>
for the crown contend?
</l>
<l>Do Barons rise and side against their King,</l>
<l>And call in foraign aid to help the thing?</l>
<l>
Must
<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>
be depos'd? or is't the hour
</l>
<l>
That second
<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>
must be clapt i'th tower?
</l>
<l>Or is't the fatal jarre, again begun</l>
<l>That from the red white pricking roses sprung?</l>
<l>
<pb n="194"/>
Must
<hi rend="italic">Richmonds</hi>
aid, the Nobles now implore?
</l>
<l>To come and break the Tushes of the Boar,</l>
<l>If none of these dear Mother, what's your woe?</l>
<l>
Pray do you fear
<hi rend="italic">Spains</hi>
bragging
<hi rend="italic">Armado</hi>
?
</l>
<l>
Doth your Allye, fair
<hi rend="italic">France,</hi>
conspire your wrack,
</l>
<l>
Or do the
<hi rend="italic">Scots</hi>
play false, behind your back?
</l>
<l>
Doth
<hi rend="italic">Holland</hi>
quit you ill for all your love?
</l>
<l>Whence is the storm from Earth or Heaven above?</l>
<l>Is't drought, is't famine, or is't pestilence?</l>
<l>Dost feel the smart, or fear the Consequence?</l>
<l>Your humble Child intreats you, shew your grief,</l>
<l>Though Arms, nor Purse she hath for your relief,</l>
<l>
Such is her poverty:
yet shall be found
</l>
<l>A Suppliant for your help, as she is bound.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>Old England.</speaker>
<l>I must confess some of those sores you name,</l>
<l>My beauteous body at this present maime;</l>
<l>But forreign foe, nor feigned friend I fear,</l>
<l>
For they have work enough (thou knowst) else-
where
</l>
<l>
Nor is it
<hi rend="italic">Alcies</hi>
Son, nor
<hi rend="italic">Henryes</hi>
daughter;
</l>
<l>Whose proud contention cause this slaughter,</l>
<l>
Nor Nobles siding, to make
<hi rend="italic">John</hi>
no King,
</l>
<l>French Jews unjustly to the Crown to bring;</l>
<l>
No
<hi rend="italic">Edward, Richard,</hi>
to lose rule and life,
</l>
<l>
Nor no
<hi rend="italic">Lancastrians</hi>
to renew old strife:
</l>
<l>
No Duke of
<hi rend="italic">
York,
</hi>
nor Earl of
<hi rend="italic">March</hi>
to soyle
</l>
<l>Their hands in kindreds blood whom they did foil</l>
<l>No crafty Tyrant now usurps the Seat.</l>
<l>Who Nephews slew that so he might be great;</l>
<l>
<pb n="195"/>
No need of
<hi rend="italic">Tudor,</hi>
Roses to unite,
</l>
<l>None knows which is the red, or which the white;</l>
<l>
<hi rend="italic">Spains</hi>
braving Fleet a second time is sunk,
</l>
<l>
<hi rend="italic">France</hi>
knows how oft my fury she hath drunk:
</l>
<l>
By
<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>
third and
<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>
fifth of fame.
</l>
<l>Her Lillies in mine Arms avouch the same.</l>
<l>
My Sister
<hi rend="italic">Scotland</hi>
hurts me now no more.
</l>
<l>Though she hath been injurious heretofore;</l>
<l>
What
<hi rend="italic">Holland</hi>
is I am in some suspence?
</l>
<l>But trust not much unto his excellence.</l>
<l>For wants, sure some I feel, but more I fear,</l>
<l>And for the Pestilence, who knows how near;</l>
<l>Famine and Plague, two Sisters of the Sword,</l>
<l>Destruction to a Land, doth soon afford:</l>
<l>They're for my punishment ordain'd on high,</l>
<l>Unless our tears prevent it speedily.</l>
<l>But yet I Answer not what you demand.</l>
<l>To shew the grievance of my troubled Land?</l>
<l>Before I tell th' Effect, I'le shew the Cause</l>
<l>Which are my sins the breach of sacred Laws,</l>
<l>Idolatry supplanter of a Nation,</l>
<l>With foolish Superstitious Adoration,</l>
<l>Are lik'd and countenanc'd by men of might,</l>
<l>
The Gospel troden down and hath no right:
</l>
<l>Church Offices were sold and bought for gain,</l>
<l>
That Pope had hope to find,
<hi rend="italic">Rome</hi>
here again,
</l>
<l>For Oaths and Blasphemies, did ever Ear.</l>
<l>
From
<hi rend="italic">Belzebub</hi>
himself such language hear;
</l>
<l>What scorning of the Saints of the most high?</l>
<l>What injuries did daily on them lye?</l>
<l>
<pb n="196"/>
What false reports, what nick-names did they take
</l>
<l>Not for their own, but for their Masters sake?</l>
<l>And thou poor soul, wert jeer'd among the rest,</l>
<l>Thy flying for the truth was made a jest.</l>
<l>For Sabbath-breaking, and for drunkenness,</l>
<l>Did ever land profaness more express?</l>
<l>From crying blood yet cleansed am not I,</l>
<l>Martyres and others, dying causelesly.</l>
<l>
How many princely heads on blocks laid down
</l>
<l>For nought but title to a fading crown?</l>
<l>'Mongst all the crueltyes by great ones done</l>
<l>
Of
<hi rend="italic">Edwards</hi>
youths, and
<hi rend="italic">Clarence</hi>
hapless son,
</l>
<l>
O
<hi rend="italic">Jane</hi>
why didst thou dye in flowring prime?
</l>
<l>Because of royal stem, that was thy crime.</l>
<l>For bribery Adultery and lyes.</l>
<l>
Where is the nation, I can't parallize.
</l>
<l>With usury, extortion and oppression,</l>
<l>
These be the
<hi rend="italic">Hydraes</hi>
of my stout transgression.
</l>
<l>These be the bitter fountains, heads and roots,</l>
<l>Whence flow'd the source, the sprigs, the boughs  &amp; fruits</l>
<l>Of more then thou canst hear or I relate,</l>
<l>That with high hand I still did perpetrate:</l>
<l>For these were threatned the wofull day,</l>
<l>I mockt the Preachers, put it far away;</l>
<l>The Sermons yet upon Record do stand</l>
<l>That cri'd destruction to my wicked land:</l>
<l>I then believ'd not, now I feel and see,</l>
<l>The plague of stubborn incredulity.</l>
<l>Some lost their livings, some in prison pent,</l>
<l>Some fin'd from house  &amp; friends to exile went.</l>
<l>
<pb n="197"/>
Their silent tongues to heaven did vengeance cry.
</l>
<l>Who saw their wrongs  &amp; hath judg'd righteously</l>
<l>And will repay it seven-fold in my lap:</l>
<l>
This is fore-runner of my Afterclap.
</l>
<l>Nor took I warning by my neighbours falls,</l>
<l>
I saw sad
<hi rend="italic">Germanyes</hi>
dismantled walls,
</l>
<l>I saw her people famish'd, Nobles slain,</l>
<l>Her fruitfull land, a barren Heath remain.</l>
<l>I saw unmov'd, her Armyes foil'd and fled,</l>
<l>Wives forc'd, babes toss'd, her houses calcined.</l>
<l>
I saw strong
<hi rend="italic">Rochel</hi>
yielded to her Foe,
</l>
<l>Thousands of starved Christians there also.</l>
<l>
I saw poor
<hi rend="italic">Ireland</hi>
bleeding out her last,
</l>
<l>Such crueltyes as all reports have past;</l>
<l>Mine heart obdurate stood not yet agast.</l>
<l>Now sip I of that cup, and just't may be</l>
<l>The bottome dreggs reserved are for me.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>New-England.</speaker>
<l>To all you've said, sad Mother I assent.</l>
<l>Your fearfull sins great cause there's to lament,</l>
<l>My guilty hands in part, hold up with you,</l>
<l>A Sharer in your punishment's my due.</l>
<l>But all you say amounts to this effect,</l>
<l>Not what you feel, but what you do expect,</l>
<l>Pray in plain terms, what is your present grief?</l>
<l>Then let's joyn heads  &amp; hearts for your relief.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<pb n="198" facs="tcp:54553:107"/>
<speaker>Old England.</speaker>
<l>Well to the matter then, there's grown of late</l>
<l>'Twixt King and Peers a Question of State,</l>
<l>Which is the chief, the Law, or else the King.</l>
<l>One said, it's he, the other no such thing.</l>
<l>'Tis said, my beter part in Parliament</l>
<l>To ease my grouning Land, shew'd their intent,</l>
<l>To crush the proud, and right to each man deal.</l>
<l>To help the Church, and stay the Common-weal.</l>
<l>So many Obstacles came in their way,</l>
<l>As puts me to a stand what I should say;</l>
<l>Old customes, new Prerogatives stood on,</l>
<l>
Had theyot held Law fast, all had been gone:
</l>
<l>Which by their prudence stood them in such stead</l>
<l>
They took high
<hi rend="italic">
Strafford
</hi>
lower by the head.
</l>
<l>
And to their
<hi rend="italic">Laud</hi>
be't spoke, they held i'th tower
</l>
<l>
All
<hi rend="italic">Englands</hi>
Metropolitane that hour;
</l>
<l>This done, an act they would have passed fain,</l>
<l>No Prelate should his Bishoprick retain;</l>
<l>Here tugg'd they hard (indeed,) for all men saw</l>
<l>
This must be done by Gospel
not by Law.
</l>
<l>Next the Militia they urged sore,</l>
<l>This was deny'd, (I need not say wherefore)</l>
<l>
The King displeas'd at
<hi rend="italic">York,</hi>
himself absents,
</l>
<l>They humbly beg return, shew their intents;</l>
<l>The writing, printing, posting too and fro,</l>
<l>Shews all was done, I'le therefore let it go.</l>
<l>But now I come to speak of my disaster,</l>
<l>Contention grown, 'twixt Subjects  &amp; their Master;</l>
<l>
<pb n="199"/>
They worded it so long, they fell to blows,
</l>
<l>That thousands lay on heaps, here bleeds my woes,</l>
<l>I that no wars so many years have known,</l>
<l>Am now destroy'd and slaught'red by mine own;</l>
<l>
But could the Field alone this strife decide,
</l>
<l>One Battel two or three I might abide:</l>
<l>But these may be beginnings of more woe</l>
<l>Who knows, but this may be my overthrow.</l>
<l>Oh pity me in this sad perturbation,</l>
<l>My plundred Towns, my houses devastation,</l>
<l>My weeping Virgins and my young men slain;</l>
<l>My wealthy trading fall'n, my dearth of grain.</l>
<l>The seed-times come, but ploughman hath no hope</l>
<l>Because he knows not, who shall inn his Crop:</l>
<l>The poor they want their pay, their children bread,</l>
<l>Their woful Mothers tears unpittied,</l>
<l>If any pity in thy heart remain,</l>
<l>Or any child-like love thou dost retain,</l>
<l>For my relief, do what there lyes in thee,</l>
<l>And recompence that good I've done to thee.</l>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker>New-England.</speaker>
<l>Dear Mother cease complaints,  &amp; wipe your eyes,</l>
<l>Shake off your dust, chear up, and now arise,</l>
<l>You are my Mother Nurse, and I your flesh,</l>
<l>Your sunken bowels gladly would refresh,</l>
<l>Your griefs I pity, but soon hope to see,</l>
<l>Out of your troubles much good fruit to be;</l>
<l>To see those latter dayes of hop'd for good,</l>
<l>Though now beclouded all with tears and blood:</l>
<l>
<pb n="200"/>
After dark Popery the day did clear,
</l>
<l>But now the Sun in's brightness shall appear.</l>
<l>Blest be the Nobles of thy noble Land,</l>
<l>With ventur'd lives for Truths defence that stand.</l>
<l>Blest be thy Commons, who for common good,</l>
<l>And thy infringed Laws have boldly stood.</l>
<l>Blest be thy Counties, who did aid thee still,</l>
<l>With hearts and States to testifie their will.</l>
<l>
Blest be thy Preachers, who do chear thee on,
</l>
<l>
O cry the Sword of God and
<hi rend="italic">
Gideon
</hi>;
</l>
<l>
And shall I not on them wish
<hi rend="italic">
Mero
</hi>
's curse,
</l>
<l>That help thee not with prayers, Arms and purse?</l>
<l>And for my self let miseries abound,</l>
<l>If mindless of thy State I e're be found.</l>
<l>These are the dayes the Churches foes to crush,</l>
<l>To root out Popelings head, tail, branch and rush;</l>
<l>
Let's bring
<hi rend="italic">Baals</hi>
vestments forth to make a fire,
</l>
<l>Their Mytires, Surplices, and all their Tire,</l>
<l>Copes, Rotchets, Crossiers, and such empty trash,</l>
<l>And let their Names consume, but let the flash</l>
<l>Light Christendome, and all the world to see</l>
<l>
We hate
<hi rend="italic">Romes</hi>
whore, with all her trumpery.
</l>
<l>
Go on brave
<hi rend="italic">Essex</hi>
with a Loyal heart,
</l>
<l>Not false to King, nor to the better part;</l>
<l>But those that hurt his people and his Crown,</l>
<l>As duty binds, expel and tread them down.</l>
<l>And ye brave Nobles chase away all fear,</l>
<l>And to this hopeful Cause closely adhere;</l>
<l>O Mother can you weep, and have such Peers,</l>
<l>When they are gone, then drown your self in tears</l>
<l>
<pb n="201"/>
If now you weep so much, that then no more
</l>
<l>The briny Ocean will o'reflow your shore.</l>
<l>
These, these are they I trust, with
<hi rend="italic">Charles</hi>
our King,
</l>
<l>Out of all mists such glorious dayes shall bring;</l>
<l>That dazled eyes beholding much shall wonder</l>
<l>At that thy setled peace, thy wealth and splendor.</l>
<l>
Thy Church and weal establish'd in such manner,
</l>
<l>That all shall joy, that thou display'dst thy Banner;</l>
<l>And discipline erected so I trust,</l>
<l>That nursing Kings shall come and lick thy dust:</l>
<l>Then Justice shall in all thy Courts take place,</l>
<l>Without respect of person, or of case;</l>
<l>Then Bribes shall cease,  &amp; Suits shall not stick long</l>
<l>Patience and purse of Clients oft to wrong:</l>
<l>Then high Commissions shall fall to decay,</l>
<l>And Pursivants, and Catchpoles want their pay.</l>
<l>So shall thy happy Nation ever flourish,</l>
<l>When truth  &amp; righteousnes they thus shall nourish</l>
<l>When thus in peace, thine Armies brave send out,</l>
<l>
To sack proud
<hi rend="italic">Rome,</hi>
and all her Vassals rout;
</l>
<l>There let thy Name, thy fame, and glory shine,</l>
<l>
As did thine Ancestors in
<hi rend="italic">Palestine</hi>:
</l>
<l>And let her spoyls full pay, with Interest be,</l>
<l>Of what unjustly once she poll'd from thee.</l>
<l>Of all the woes thou canst, let her be sped,</l>
<l>And on her pour the vengeance threatned;</l>
<l>Bring forth the Beast that rul'd the World with's beck,</l>
<l>And tear his flesh,  &amp;c; set your feet on's neck;</l>
<l>And make his filthy Den so desolate,</l>
<l>To th' stonishment of all that knew his state:</l>
<l>
<pb n="202"/>
This done with brandish'd Swords to
<hi rend="italic">Turky</hi>
goe,
</l>
<l>For then what is't, but English blades dare do,</l>
<l>And lay her waste for so's the sacred Doom,</l>
<l>
And do to
<hi rend="italic">Gog</hi>
as thou hast done to
<hi rend="italic">Rome.</hi>
</l>
<l>
Oh
<hi rend="italic">Abraham</hi>
's seed lift up your heads on high,
</l>
<l>For sure the day of your Redemption's nigh;</l>
<l>The Scales shall fall from your long blinded eyes,</l>
<l>And him you shall adore who now despise,</l>
<l>Then fulness of the Nations in shall flow,</l>
<l>And Jew and Gentile to one worship go;</l>
<l>
Then follows dayes of happiness and rest;
</l>
<l>Whose lot doth fall to live therein is blest:</l>
<l>No Canaanite shall then be found i'th' Land,</l>
<l>And holiness on horses bells shall stand.</l>
<l>If this make way thereto, then sigh no more,</l>
<l>But if at all, thou didst not see't before;</l>
<l>Farewel dear Mother, rightest cause prevail,</l>
<l>And in a while, you'le tell another tale.</l>
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            <titlePart>OROONOKO:<lb/>OR, THE<lb/>Royal Slave.</titlePart>
            <lb/>
            <titlePart>A TRUE<lb/>HISTORY.</titlePart>
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            <titlePart>
                            <ref target="https://anthologydev.lib.virginia.edu/work/headnotes/behn">By Mrs. <hi rend="italic">A. BEHN.</hi>
                            </ref>
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                            <lb/>
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            <titlePart>
                            <hi rend="italic">LONDON,</hi> <lb/>Printed for <hi rend="italic">Will. Canning,</hi> at his
               Shop in <lb/>the <hi rend="italic">Temple-Cloysters.</hi> 1688.</titlePart>

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         <div type="dedication">
            <head type="sub">TO THE<lb/>Right Honourable<lb/>THE Lord <hi rend="italic">MAITLAND.</hi>
            </head>

            <opener>
               <salute>My Lord,</salute>
               
            </opener>
            <p>
                            <hi rend="italic">Since the World is grown so Nice and Critical upon Dedications, and will Needs be
               Judging the Book, by the Wit of the Patron; we ought, with a great deal of
               Circumspection, to chuse a Person against whom there can be no <pb n="[ii]"/>Exception; and
               whose Wit, and Worth, truly Merits all that one is capable of saying upon that
               Occasion.</hi>
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            <p>
                            <hi rend="italic">The most part of Dedications are charg'd with Flattery; and if the World knows a Man
               has some Vices, they will not allow one to speak of his Virtues. This, my Lord, is
               for want of thinking Rightly; if Men wou'd consider with Reason, they wou'd have
               another sort of Opinion, and Esteem of Dedications; and wou'd believe almost every
               Great Man has enough to make him Worthy of all that can be said of him there. My
               Lord, a Picture-drawer, when he intends to make a good Picture, essays the Face many
               Ways, and in <pb n="[iii]"/>many Lights, before he begins; that he may chuse, from the several
               turns of it, which is most Agreeable, and gives it the best Grace; and if there be a
               Scar, an ungrateful Mole, or any little Defect, they leave it out; and yet make the
               Picture extreamly like: But he who has the good Fortune to draw a Face that is
               exactly Charming in all its Parts and Features, what Colours or Agreements can be
               added to make it Finer? All that he can give is but its due; and Glories in a Piece
               whose Original alone gives it its Perfection. An ill Hand may diminish, but a good
               Hand cannot augment its Beauty. A Poet is a Painter <pb n="[iv]"/>in his way; he draws to the
               Life, but in another kind; we draw the Nobler part, the Soul and Mind; the Pictures
               of the Pen shall out-last those of the Pencil, and even Worlds themselves. 'Tis a
               short Chronicle of those Lives that possibly wou'd be forgotten by other Historians,
               or lye neglected there, however deserving an immortal Fame; for Men of eminent Parts
               are as Exemplary as even Monarchs themselves; and Virtue is a noble Lesson to be
               learn'd, and 'tis by Comparison we can Judge and Chuse. 'Tis by such illustrious <ref target="Presidents_" corresp="Presidents">Presidents</ref>
               <note xml:id="Presidents" target="Presidents_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Precedents. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note>, as your Lordship, the World
               can be Better'd and Refin'd; when a great part of the lazy Nobility <pb n="[v] - breaks after 'Nobi'"/>lity shall, with
               Shame, behold the admirable Accomplishments of a Man so Great, and so Young.</hi>
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            <p>
                            <hi rend="italic">Your Lordship has Read innumerable Volumes of Men, and Books; not Vainly for the gust
               of Novelty, but Knowledge, excellent Knowledge: Like the industrious Bee, from every
               Flower you return Laden with the precious Dew, which you are sure to turn to the
               Publick Good. You hoard no one Perfection, but lay it all out in the Glorious Service
               of your Religion and Country; to both which you are a useful and necessary Honour:
               They both want such Supporters; and 'tis only Men of so elevated Parts,<pb n="[vi]"/> and fine
               Knowledge; such noble Principles of Loyalty and Religion this Nation Sighs for. Where
               shall we find a Man so Young, like St. <persName>
                                    <hi rend="italic">Augustine</hi>
                                </persName>, in the midst of all his
               Youth and Gaiety, Teaching the World divine Precepts, true Notions of Faith, and
               Excellent Morality, and, at the same time, be also a perfect Pattern of all that
               accomplish a Great Man? You have, my Lord, all that refin'd Wit that Charms, and the
               Affability that Obliges; a Generosity that gives a Lustre to your Nobility; that
               Hospitality, and Greatness of Mind, that ingages the World; and that admirable
               Conduct, that so <pb n="[vii]"/>well Instructs it. Our Nation ought to regret and bemoan their
               Misfortunes, for not being able to claim the Honour of the Birth of a Man who is so
               fit to serve his Majesty, and his Kingdoms, in all Great and Publick Affairs: And to
               the Glory of your Nation be it spoken, it produces more considerable Men, for all
               fine Sence, Wit, Wisdom, Breeding, and Generosity (for the generality of the
               Nobility) than all other Nations can Boast; and the Fruitfulness of your Virtues
               sufficiently make amends for the Barrenness of your Soil: Which however cannot be
               incommode to your Lordship; since your Quality, and the <pb n="[viii]"/>Veneration that the
               Commonalty naturally pay their Lords, creates a flowing Plenty there—that makes you
               Happy. And to compleat your Happiness, my Lord, Heaven has blest you with a Lady, to
               whom it has given all the Graces, Beauties, and Virtues of her Sex; all the Youth,
               Sweetness of Nature; of a most illustrious Family; and who is a most rare Example to
               all Wives of Quality, for her eminent Piety, Easiness, and Condescention; and as
               absolutely merits Respect from all the World, as she does that Passion and
               Resignation she receives from your Lordship; and which is, on her part, with so much
               Tenderness <pb n="[ix] - breaks after 'Tend'"/>return'd. Methinks your tranquil Lives are an Image of the new Made
               and Beautiful Pair in Paradise: And 'tis the Prayers and Wishes of all, who have the
               Honour to know you, that it may Eternally so continue, with Additions of all the
               Blessings this World can give you.</hi>
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                            <hi rend="italic">My Lord, the Obligations I have to some of the Great Men of your Nation, particularly
               to your Lordship, gives me an Ambition of making my Acknowledgments, by all the
               Opportunities I can; and such humble Fruits, as my Industry produces, I lay at your
               Lordships Feet. This is a <pb n="[x]"/>true Story, of a Man Gallant enough to merit your
               Protection; and, had he always been so Fortunate, he had not made so Inglorious an
               end: The Royal Slave I had the Honour to know in my Travels to the other World; and
               though I had none above me in that Country, yet I wanted power to preserve this Great
               Man. If there be any thing that seems Romantick, I beseech your Lordship to consider,
               these Countries do, in all things, so far differ from ours, that they produce
               unconceivable Wonders; at least, they appear so to us, because New and Strange. What
               I have mention'd I have taken-care shou'd <pb n="[xi]"/>be Truth, let the Critical Reader
               judge as he pleases. 'Twill be no Commendation to the Book, to assure your Lordship I
               writ it in a few Hours, though it may serve to Excuse some of its Faults of
               Connexion; for I never rested my Pen a Moment for Thought: 'Tis purely the Merit of
               my Slave that must render it worthy of the Honour it begs; and the Author of that of
               Subscribing herself,</hi>
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                                <hi>My Lord,</hi>
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         <head type="main">THE<lb/>HISTORY<lb/>OF THE<lb/>Royal Slave.</head>
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            <p>I do not pretend, in giving you the History of this <hi rend="italic">Royal Slave,</hi> to
               entertain my Reader with the Adventures of a feign'd <hi rend="italic">Hero,</hi> whose Life and
               Fortunes Fancy may manage at the Poets Pleasure; nor in relating the Truth, design to
               adorn it with any Accidents, but such as arriv'd in earnest to him: And it shall come
                  <pb n="2"/>simply into the World, recommended by its own proper Merits, and
               natural Intrigues; there being enough of Reality to support it, and to render it
               diverting, without the Addition of Invention.</p>

            <p>I was my self an <ref target="Eye-Witness_" corresp="Eye-Witness">Eye-Witness,</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Eye-Witness" target="Eye-Witness_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Not
                  only one who has observed something firsthand, but in a legal sense, one who is
                  "able to describe or testify to it." Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note> to
               a great part, of what you will find here set down; and what I cou'd not be Witness
               of, I receiv'd from the Mouth of the chief Actor in this History, the <hi rend="italic">Hero</hi>
               himself, who gave us the whole Transactions of his Youth; and though I shall omit,
               for Brevity's sake, a thousand little Accidents of his Life, which, however pleasant
               to us, where History was scarce, and Adventures very rare; yet might prove tedious
               and heavy to my Reader, in a World where he finds Diversions for every Minute,<pb n="3"/> new and strange: But we who were perfectly charm'd with the Character of
               this great Man, were curious to gather every Circumstance of his Life.</p>

            <p>The Scene of the last part of his Adventures lies in a Colony in <hi rend="italic">America,</hi>
               called <placeName type="tgn" key="7015386">
                                <ref target="Surinam_" corresp="Surinam">Surinam,</ref>
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               <note xml:id="Surinam" target="Surinam_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">The name for land that had been carved out as a colony neighbored by Brazil to the south and Guiana to the West. At the time of
                  the action of the story, the colony was in British control, but it was lost to the
                  Dutch shortly thereafter</note> in the <hi rend="italic">West-Indies.</hi>
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            <p>But before I give you the Story of this <hi rend="italic">Gallant Slave,</hi> 'tis fit I tell you
               the manner of bringing them to these new <hi rend="italic">Colonies;</hi> for those they make use
               of there, are not <hi rend="italic">Natives</hi> of the place; for those we live with in perfect
               Amity, without daring to command 'em; but on the contrary, caress 'em with all the
               brotherly and friendly Affection in the World; trading with 'em for their Fish,
               Venison, Buffilo's, Skins, and little Rarities; as <ref target="Marmosets_" corresp="Marmosets">Marmosets</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Marmosets" target="Marmosets_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">A particularly tiny species of monkey that is,
                  indeed, about the size of a mouse. Notably adorable.</note>, a sort of
                  <hi rend="italic">Monkey</hi> as <pb n="4"/>big as a Rat or Weesel, but of a marvellous and
               delicate shape, and has Face and Hands like an Humane Creature: and <ref target="Cousheries_" corresp="Cousheries">Cousheries,</ref>
               <note xml:id="Cousheries" target="Cousheries_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">It
                  is not clear what kind of animal Behn is referring to here, but it probably a
                  species of feline.</note> a little Beast in the form and fashion of a Lion, as big
               as a Kitten; but so exactly made in all parts like that noble Beast, that it is it in
                  <hi rend="italic">Minature.</hi> Then for little <hi rend="italic">Parakeetoes,</hi> great Parrots,
                  <hi rend="italic">Muckaws,</hi> and a thousand other Birds and Beasts of wonderful and
               surprizing Forms, Shapes, and Colours. For Skins of prodigious Snakes, of which there
               are some threescore Yards in length; as is the Skin of one that may be seen at His
               Majesty's <ref target="Antiquaries_" corresp="Antiquaries">Antiquaries:</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Antiquaries" target="Antiquaries_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">An "antiquary" was
                  a collection of unusual and exotic items. The singular form
                  "antiquary" could describe a collector of antiques or rare objects. "His Majesty's Antiquaries" might, as Behn's biographer Janet Todd has suggested, refer to the Royal Society of London.</note> Where
               are also some rare Flies, of amazing Forms and Colours, presented to 'em by my self;
               some as big as my Fist, some less; and all of various Excellencies, such as Art <pb n="5"/>cannot imitate. Then we trade for Feathers, which they order into all
               Shapes, make themselves little short Habits of 'em, and glorious Wreaths for their
               Heads, Necks, Arms and Legs, whose Tinctures are unconceivable. I had a Set of these
               presented to me, and I gave 'em to the King's Theatre, and it was the Dress of the
                  <ref target="Queen_" corresp="Queen">Indian Queen</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Queen" target="Queen_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Here is an image of
                  the actresses Anne Bracegirdle, dressed as the title role in John Dryden's play <hi rend="italic">The Indian Queen,</hi> (1664) while wearing the feathered headdress referred to in this passage. Whether this headdress
                  was something that Behn herself brought back to England from Surinam in the 1660s is
                  impossible to know at this point. <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/behn-oroonoko/notes/bracegirdle.jpg" alt="Image of Anne Bracegirdle dressed as a native American woman" width="300px" style="float:right" source="British Library under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0" desc="Engraving of Anne Bracegirdle dressed as a native American woman"/> (courtesy British Library under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0)</note> infinitely admir'd by Persons
               of Quality; and were unimitable. Besides these, a thousand little Knacks, and
               Rarities in Nature, and some of Art; as their Baskets, Weapons, Aprons,
                  <hi rend="italic">&amp;c.</hi> We dealt with 'em with Beads of all Colours, Knives, Axes, Pins
               and Needles; which they us'd only as Tools to drill <ref target="Holes_" corresp="Holes">Holes</ref>
               <note xml:id="Holes" target="Holes_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Behn is describing the process of piercing ears and other parts of the
                  body</note> with in their Ears, Noses and Lips, where they hang a great many
               little things; as long Beads, bits of Tin,<pb n="6"/>Brass, or Silver, beat thin; and
               any shining Trincket. The Beads they weave into Aprons about a quarter of an Ell
               long, and of the same breadth; working them very prettily in Flowers of several
               Colours of Beads; which Apron they wear just before 'em, as <hi rend="italic">Adam</hi> and
                  <hi rend="italic">Eve</hi> did the Fig-leaves; the Men wearing a long Stripe of Linen, which
               they deal with us for. They thread these Beads also on long Cotton-threads, and make
               Girdles to tie their Aprons to, which come twenty times, or more, about the Waste;
               and then cross, like a Shoulder-belt, both ways, and round their Necks, Arms and
               Legs. This Adornment, with their long black Hair, and the Face painted in little
               Specks or Flowers here and there, makes 'em a wonderful Figure to<pb n="7"/> behold.
               Some of the Beauties which indeed are finely shap'd, as almost all are, and who have
               pretty Features, are very charming and novel; for they have all that is called
               Beauty, except the Colour, which is a reddish Yellow; or after a new Oiling, which
               they often use to themselves, they are of the colour of a new Brick, but smooth, soft
               and sleek. They are extream modest and bashful, very shy, and nice of being touch'd.
               And though they are all thus naked, if one lives for ever among 'em, there is not to
               be seen an indecent Action, or Glance; and being continually us'd to see one another
               so unadorn'd, so like our first Parents before the Fall, it seems as if they had no
               Wishes; there being nothing to heighten Curiosity, but all you can see, you<pb n="8"/> see at once, and every Moment see; and where there is no Novelty, there can be no
               Curiosity. Not but I have seen a handsom young <hi rend="italic">Indian,</hi> dying for Love of a
               very beautiful young <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> Maid; but all his Courtship was, to fold his
               Arms, pursue her with his Eyes, and Sighs were all his Language: While she, as if no
               such Lover were present; or rather, as if she desired none such, carefully guarded
               her Eyes from beholding him; and never approach'd him, but she look'd down with all
               the blushing Modesty I have seen in the most severe and cautious of our World. And
               these People represented to me an absolute <hi rend="italic">Idea</hi> of the first State of
               Innocence, before Man knew how to sin: And 'tis most evident and plain, that simple
               Nature is the most harmless, inoffen<pb n="9"/>sive and vertuous Mistress. 'Tis she
               alone, if she were permitted, that better instructs the World, than all the
               Inventions of Man: Religion wou'd here but destroy that Tranquillity, they possess by
               Ignorance; and Laws wou'd but teach 'em to know Offence, of which now they have no
               Notion. They once made Mourning and Fasting for the Death of the <hi rend="italic">English</hi>
               Governor, who had given his Hand to come on such a Day to 'em, and neither came, nor
               sent; believing, when once a Man's Word was past, nothing but Death cou'd or shou'd
               prevent his keeping it: And when they saw he was not dead, they ask'd him, what Name
               they had for a Man who promis'd a thing he did not do? The Governor told them, Such a
               man was a <hi rend="italic">Lyar,</hi> which<pb n="10"/> was a Word of Infamy to a Gentleman. Then
               one of 'em reply'd, <hi rend="italic">Governor, you are a Lyar, and guilty of that Infamy.</hi>
               They have a Native Justice, which knows no Fraud; and they understand no Vice, or
               Cunning, but when they are taught by the <hi rend="italic">White Men.</hi> They have Plurality of
               Wives, which, when they grow old, they serve those that succeed 'em, who are young;
               but with a Servitude easie and respected; and unless they take Slaves in War, they
               have no other Attendants.</p>

            <p>Those on that <hi rend="italic">Continent</hi> where I was, had no King; but the oldest War-Captain
               was obey'd with great Resignation.</p>

            <p>A War-Captain is a Man who has lead them on to Battel with Conduct, and Success; of
               whom I shall have Occasion to speak<pb n="11"/> more hereafter, and of some other of
               their Customs and Manners, as they fall in my way.</p>

            <p>With these People, as I said, we live in perfect Tranquillity, and good
               Understanding, as it behooves us to do; they knowing all the places where to seek the
               best Food of the Country, and the Means of getting it; and for very small and
               unvaluable Trifles, supply us with what 'tis impossible for us to get; for they do
               not only in the Wood, and over the <hi rend="italic">Sevana's,</hi> in Hunting, supply the parts of
               Hounds, by swiftly scouring through those almost impassable places; and by the meer
               Activity of their Feet, run down the nimblest Deer, and other eatable Beasts: But in
               the water, one wou'd think they were Gods of the Rivers, or Fellow-Citizens of the
                  <pb n="12"/>Deep; so rare an Art they have in Swimming, Diving, and almost Living
               in Water; by which they command the less swift Inhabitants of the Floods. And then
               for Shooting; what they cannot take, or reach with their Hands, they do with Arrows;
               and have so admirable an Aim, that they will split almost an Hair; and at any
               distance that an Arrow can reach, they will shoot down Oranges, and other Fruit, and
               only touch the Stalk with the Dart's Points, that they may not hurt the Fruit. So
               that they being, on all Occasions, very useful to us, we find it absolutely necessary
               to caress 'em as Friends, and not to treat 'em as Slaves; nor dare we do other, their
               Numbers so far surpassing ours in that <hi rend="italic">Continent.</hi>
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            <p>
                            <pb n="13"/>Those then whom we make use of to work in our Plantations of Sugar, are
                  <hi rend="italic">Negro's, Black-</hi>Slaves altogether; which are transported thither in this
               manner.</p>

            <p>Those who want Slaves, make a Bargain with a Master, or Captain of a Ship, and
               contract to pay him so much a-piece, a matter of twenty Pound a Head for as many as
               he agrees for, and to pay for 'em when they shall be deliver'd on such a Plantation:
               So that when there arrives a Ship laden with Slaves, they who have so contracted, go
               a-board, and receive their Number by Lot; and perhaps in one Lot that may be for ten,
               there may happen to be three or four Men; the rest, Women and Children: Or be there
               more or less of either Sex, you are oblig'd to be contented with your Lot.</p>

            <pb n="14"/>
            <p>
                            <ref target="Coramantien_" corresp="Coramantien">Coramantien</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Coramantien" target="Coramantien_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Coramantien, or Kormantine, was the name both of a slave-trading castle, depicted here, and of the coastal area of what is now the
                  nation of Ghana where several such fortified trading posts were located. In the
                  1660s, when this story is set, both English and Dutch slave traders used the fort
                  at Coramantien. By the late seventeenth century, it was controlled by the Dutch,
                  who renamed it Fort Amsterdam. Its ruins can still be visited today.
                        <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/behn-oroonoko/notes/FortAmsterdamCormantine.jpeg" alt="Engraving of fortress known as Coramantien" width="300px" style="float:right" source="Wikimedia Commons" desc="Wikimedia Commons"/>
                            </note>, a Country of <hi rend="italic">Blacks</hi> so called, was one of those places in which
               they found the most advantageous Trading for these Slaves; and thither most of our
               great Traders in that Merchandice traffick'd; for that Nation is very war-like and
               brave; and having a continual Campaign, being always in Hostility with one
               neighbouring Prince or other, they had the fortune to take a great many Captives; for
               all they took in Battel, were sold as Slaves; at least, those common Men who cou'd
               not ransom themselves. Of these Slaves so taken, the General only has all the profit;
               and of these Generals, our Captains and Masters of Ships buy all their Freights.</p>

            <p>The King of <placeName type="tgn" key="7015386">
                                <hi rend="italic">Coramantien</hi>
                            </placeName> was himself a Man of a Hundred and<pb n="15"/> odd
               Years old, and had no Son, though he had many beautiful <hi rend="italic">Black </hi>Wives; for
               most certainly, there are Beauties that can charm of that Colour. In his younger
               Years he had had many gallant Men to his Sons, thirteen of which died in Battel,
               conquering when they fell; and he had only left him for his Successor, one
               Grand-Child, Son to one of these dead Victors; who, as soon as he cou'd bear a Bow in
               his Hand, and a Quiver at his Back, was sent into the Field, to be trained up by one
               of the oldest Generals, to War; where, from his natural Inclination to Arms, and the
               Occasions given him, with the good Conduct of the old General, he became, at the Age
               of Seventeen, one of the most expert Captains, and bravest Soldiers, that ever saw
                  <pb n="16"/>the Field of <hi rend="italic">Mars:</hi> So that he was ador'd as the Wonder of all
               that World, and the Darling of the Soldiers. Besides, he was adorn'd with a native
               Beauty so transcending all those of his gloomy Race, that he strook an Awe and
               Reverence, even in those that knew not his Quality; as he did in me, who beheld him
               with Surprize and Wonder, when afterwards he arriv'd in our World.</p>

            <p>He had scarce arriv'd at his Seventeenth Year, when fighting by his Side, the General
               was kill'd with an Arrow in his Eye, which the Prince <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> (for so was
               this gallant <hi rend="italic">Moor</hi> call'd) very narrowly avoided; nor had he, if the General,
               who saw the Arrow shot, and perceiving it aim'd at the Prince, had not bow'd his Head
               between, on purpose to receive it in his own <pb n="17"/>Body rather than it shou'd
               touch that of the Prince, and so saved him.</p>

            <p>'Twas then, afflicted as <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> was, that he was proclaim'd Genéral in the
               old Man's place; and then it was, at the finishing of that War, which had continu'd
               for two Years, that the Prince came to Court; where he had hardly been a Month
               together, from the time of his fifth Year, to that of Seventeen; and 'twas amazing to
               imagine where it was he learn'd so much Humanity; or, to give his Accomplishments a
               juster Name, where 'twas he got that real Greatness of Soul, those refin'd Notions of
               true Honour, that absolute Generosity, and that Softness that was capable of the
               highest Passions of Love and Gallantry, whose Objects were almost<pb n="18"/>
               continually fighting Men, or those mangl'd, or dead; who heard no Sounds, but those
               of War and Groans: Some part of it we may attribute to the Care of a
               <hi rend="italic">French-</hi>Man of Wit and Learning; who finding it turn to very good Account to
               be a sort of Royal Tutor to this young <hi rend="italic">Black,</hi> &amp; perceiving him very
               ready, apt, and quick of Apprehension, took a great pleasure to teach him Morals,
               Language and Science; and was for it extreamly belov'd and valu'd by him. Another
               Reason was, He lov'd, when he came from War, to see all the <hi rend="italic">English</hi>
               Gentlemen that traded thither; and did not only learn their Language, but that of the
                  <hi rend="italic">Spaniards</hi> also, with whom he traded afterwards for Slaves.</p>

            <p>I have often seen and convers'd with this great Man, and been a <pb n="19"/>Witness
               to many of his mighty Actions; and do assure my Reader, the most Illustrious Courts
               cou'd not have produc'd a braver Man, both for Greatness of Courage and Mind, a
               Judgment more solid, a Wit more quick, and a Conversation more sweet and diverting.
               He knew almost as much as if he had read much: He had heard of, and admir'd the
                  <hi rend="italic">Romans;</hi> he had heard of the late <ref target="Civil_" corresp="Civil">Civil
                  Wars</ref> in <hi rend="italic">England,</hi>
               <note xml:id="Civil" target="Civil_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">The English Civil Wars of 1642 1649 between the supporters of the Stuart monarchy
                  and the supporters of Parliament, which led to the execution of Charles I in
                  1649.</note> and the deplorable Death of our great Monarch; and wou'd discourse of
               it with all the Sense, and Abhorrence of the Injustice imaginable. He had an extream
               good and graceful Mien, and all the Civility of a well-bred great Man. He had nothing
               of Barbarity in his Nature, but in all Points address'd himself, as if his Education
               had been in some <hi rend="italic">European</hi> Court.</p>

            <pb n="20"/>
            <p> This great and just Character of <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> gave me an extream Curiosity to
               see him, especially when I knew he spoke <ref target="French_" corresp="French">French and
                  English</ref>
                            <note xml:id="French" target="French_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Behn's emphasis on Oroonoko's knowledge of French
                  and English associates him with civilized Europeans; eloquent Africans in European
                  literature were often imagined as here, as more European than African.</note>, and
               that I cou'd talk with him. But though I had heard so much of him, I was as greatly
               surpriz'd when I saw him, as if I had heard nothing of him; so beyond all Report I
               found him. He came into the Room, and address'd himself to me, and some other Women,
               with the best Grace in the World. He was pretty tall, but of a Shape the most exact
               that can be fansy'd: The most famous <ref target="Statuary_" corresp="Statuary">Statuary</ref>
               <note xml:id="Statuary" target="Statuary_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">An
                  artist who makes statues, a sculptor of statues. Source: Oxford English
                  Dictionary</note>cou'd not form the Figure of a Man more admirably turn'd from
               Head to Foot. His Face was not of that brown, rusty Black which most of that Nation
               are, but a perfect Ebony, or polish'd Jett. His Eyes were the most<pb n="21"/>
                            <ref target="awful_" corresp="awful">awful</ref>
               <note xml:id="awful" target="awful_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">awe-inspiring</note>that cou'd be seen, and very piercing; the White of 'em being
               like Snow, as were his Teeth. His Nose was rising and <hi rend="italic">Roman,</hi> instead of
                  <hi rend="italic">African</hi> and flat. His Mouth, the finest shap'd that cou'd be seen; far
               from those great turn'd Lips, which are so natural to the rest of the
                  <hi rend="italic">Negroes.</hi> The whole Proportion and Air of his Face was so noble, and
               exactly form'd, that, <ref target="bating_" corresp="bating">bating</ref>
               <note xml:id="bating" target="bating_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">excepting</note>his Colour, there cou'd be nothing in Nature more beautiful,
               agreeable and handsome. There was no one Grace wanting, that bears the Standard of
               true Beauty: His Hair came down to his Shoulders, by the Aids of Art; which was, by
               pulling it out with a Quill, and keeping it comb'd; of which he took particular Care.
               Nor did the Perfections of his Mind come short of <pb n="22"/>those of his Person;
               for his Discourse was admirable upon almost any Subject; and who-ever had heard him
               speak, wou'd have been convinc'd of their Errors, that all fine Wit is confin'd to
               the <hi rend="italic">White</hi> Men, especially to those of <hi rend="italic">Christendom;</hi> and wou'd have
               confess'd that <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> was as capable even of reigning well, and of
               governing as wisely, had as great a Soul, as <ref target="politick_" corresp="politick">politick</ref>
               <note xml:id="politick" target="politick" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">prudent, shrewd, sagacious. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note>Maxims, and
               was as sensible of Power as any Prince civiliz'd in the most refin'd Schools of
               Humanity and Learning, or the most Illustrious Courts.</p>


            

            <p>This Prince, such as I have describ'd him, whose Soul and Body were so admirably
               adorn'd, was (while yet he was in the Court of his Grandfather) as I said, as capable
               of Love, as 'twas possible for a brave and gallant Man to be;<pb n="23"/>and in
               saying that, I have nam'd the highest Degree of Love; for sure, great Souls are most
               capable of that Passion.</p>

            <p>I have already said, the old General was kill'd by the shot of an Arrow, by the Side
               of this Prince, in Battel; and that <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> was made General. This old dead
                  <hi rend="italic">Hero</hi> had one only Daughter left of his Race; a Beauty that, to describe
               her truly, one need say only, she was Female to the noble Male; the beautiful
                  <hi rend="italic">Black Venus,</hi> to our young <hi rend="italic">Mars;</hi> as charming in her Person as he,
               and of delicate Vertues. I have seen an hundred <hi rend="italic">White</hi> Men sighing after her,
               and making a thousand Vows at her Feet, all vain, and unsuccessful: And she was,
               indeed, too great for any, but a Prince of her own Nation to adore.</p>
            <pb n="24"/>

            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> coming from the Wars, (which were now ended) after he had made his
               Court to his Grandfather, he thought in Honour he ought to make a Visit to
                  <hi rend="italic">Imoinda,</hi> the Daughter of his Foster-father, the dead General; and to make
               some Excuses to her, because his Preservation was the Occasion of her Father's Death;
               and to present her with those Slaves that had been taken in this last Battel, as the
               Trophies of her Father's Victories. When he came, attended by all the young Soldiers
               of any Merit, he was infinitely surpriz'd at the Beauty of this fair Queen of Night,
               whose Face and Person was so exceeding all he had ever beheld, that lovely Modesty
               with which she receiv'd him, that Softness in her Look, and Sighs, upon the
               melancholy Occasion of <pb n="25"/>this Honour that was done by so great a Man as
                  <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko,</hi> and a Prince of whom she had heard such admirable things; the
               Awfulness wherewith she receiv'd him, and the Sweetness of her Words and Behaviour
               while he stay'd, gain'd a perfect Conquest over his fierce Heart, and made him feel,
               the Victor cou'd be subdu'd. So that having made his first Complements, and presented
               her an hundred and fifty Slaves in Fetters, he told her with his Eyes, that he was
               not insensible of her Charms; while <hi rend="italic">Imoinda,</hi> who wish'd for nothing more
               than so glorious a Conquest, was pleas'd to believe, she understood that silent
               Language of new-born Love; and from that Moment, put on all her Additions to
               Beauty.</p>

            <p>
               <pb n="26"/> The Prince return'd to Court with quite another Humour than before; and
               though he did not speak much of the fair <hi rend="italic">Imoinda,</hi> he had the pleasure to
               hear all his Followers speak of nothing but the Charms of that Maid; insomuch that,
               even in the Presence of the old King, they were extolling her, and heightning, if
               possible, the Beauties they had found in her: So that nothing else was talk'd of, no
               other Sound was heard in every Corner where there were Whisperers, but <hi rend="italic">Imoinda!
                  Imoinda!</hi>
            </p>

            <p>'Twill be imagin'd <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> stay'd not long before he made his second Visit;
               nor, considering his Quality, not much longer before he told her, he ador'd her. I
               have often heard him say, that he admir'd by what strange Inspiration he came to talk
               things so soft, and<pb n="27"/> so passionate, who never knew Love, nor was us'd to
               the Conversation of Women; but (to use his own Words) he said, Most happily, some
               new, and till then unknown Power instructed his Heart and Tongue in the Language of
               Love, and at the same time, in favour of him, inspir'd <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi> with a Sense
               of his Passion. She was touch'd with what he said, and return'd it all in such
               Answers as went to his very Heart, with a Pleasure unknown before: Nor did he use
               those Obligations ill, that Love had done him; but turn'd all his happy Moments to
               the best advantage; and as he knew no Vice, his Flame aim'd at nothing but Honour, if
               such a distinction may be made in Love; and especially in that Country, where Men
               take to themselves as many<pb n="28"/> as they can maintain; and where the only Crime
               and Sin with Woman is, to turn her off, to abandon her to Want, Shame and Misery:
               Such ill Morals are only practis'd in <hi rend="italic">Christian-</hi>Countries, where they prefer
               the bare Name of Religion; and, without Vertue or Morality, think that's sufficient.
               But <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> was none of those Professors; but as he had right Notions of
               Honour, so he made her such Propositions as were not only and barely such; but,
               contrary to the Custom of his Country, he made her Vows, she shou'd be the only woman
               he wou'd possess while he liv'd; that no Age or Wrinkles shou'd incline him to
               change, for her Soul wou'd be always fine, and always young; and he shou'd have an
               eternal <hi rend="italic">Idea</hi> in his Mind of the Charms she now <pb n="29"/>bore, and shou'd
               look into his Heart for that <hi rend="italic">Idea,</hi> when he cou'd find it no longer in her
               Face.</p>

            <p>After a thousand Assurances of his lasting Flame, and her eternal Empire over him,
               she condescended to receive him for her Husband; or rather, receiv'd him, as the
               greatest Honour the God's cou'd do her.</p>

            <p>There is a certain Ceremony in these Cases to be observ'd, which I forgot to ask him
               how perform'd; but 'twas concluded on both sides, that, in Obedience to him, the
               Grand-father was to be first made acquainted with the Design: for they pay a most
               absolute Resignation to the Monarch, especially when he is a Parent also.</p>

            <p>On the other side, the old King, who had many Wives, and many<pb n="30"/> Concubines,
               wanted not Court-Flatterers to insinuate in his Heart a thousand tender Thoughts for
               this young Beauty; and who represented her to his Fancy, as the most charming he had
               ever possess'd in all the long Race of his numerous Years. At this Character his old
               Heart, like an extinguish'd Brand, most apt to take Fire, felt new Sparks of Love,
               and began to kindle; and now grown to his second Childhood, long'd with Impatience to
               behold this gay thing, with whom, alas! he cou'd but innocently play. But how he
               shou'd be confirm'd she was this <hi rend="italic">Wonder,</hi> before he us'd his Power to call
               her to Court (where Maidens never came, unless for the King's private Use) he was
               next to consider; and while he was so doing, he had Intelligence <pb n="31"/>brought
               him, that <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi> was most certainly Mistress to the Prince
                  <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko.</hi> This gave him some <hi rend="italic">Shagrien;</hi> however, it gave him also
               an Opportunity, one Day, when the Prince was a-hunting, to wait on a Man of Quality,
               as his Slave and Attendant, who shou'd go and make a Present to <hi rend="italic">Imoinda,</hi> as
               from the Prince; he shou'd then, unknown, see this fair Maid, and have an Opportunity
               to hear what Message she wou'd return the Prince for his Present; and from thence
               gather the state of her Heart, and degree of her Inclination. This was put in
               Execution, and the old Monarch saw, and burnt: He found her all he had heard, and
               wou'd not delay his Happiness, but found he shou'd have some Obstacle to overcome her
               Heart; for she express'd <pb n="32"/>her Sense of the Present the Prince had sent
               her, in terms so sweet, so soft and pretty, with an Air of Love and Joy that cou'd
               not be dissembl'd; insomuch that 'twas past doubt whether she lov'd <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi>
               entirely. This gave the old King some Affliction; but he salv'd it with this, that
               the Obedience the People pay their King, was not at all inferior to what they pay'd
               their Gods: And what Love wou'd not oblige <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi> to do, Duty wou'd compel
               her to.</p>

            <p>He was therefore no sooner got to his Apartment, but he sent the Royal Veil to
                  <hi rend="italic">Imoinda;</hi> that is, the Ceremony of Invitation; he sends the Lady, he has a
               Mind to honour with his Bed, a Veil, with which she is cover'd, and secur'd for the
               King's Use; and 'tis Death to disobey; besides, held a most impious Disobedience.</p>

            <p>
               <pb n="33"/> 'Tis not to be imagin'd the Surprize and Grief that seiz'd this lovely
               Maid at this News and Sight. However, as Delays in these Cases are dangerous, and
               Pleading worse than Treason; trembling, and almost fainting, she was oblig'd to
               suffer her self to be cover'd, and led away.</p>

            <p>They brought her thus to Court; and the King, who had caus'd a very rich Bath to be
               prepar'd, was led into it, where he sate under a Canopy, in State, to receive this
               long'd for Virgin; whom he having commanded shou'd be brought to him, they (after
               dis-robing her) led her to the Bath, and making fast the Doors, left her to descend.
               The King, without more Courtship, bad her throw off her Mantle, and come to his Arms.
               But <hi rend="italic">Imoinda,</hi> all in <pb n="34"/> Tears, threw her self on the Marble, on the
               Brink of the Bath, and besought him to hear her. She told him, as she was a Maid, how
               proud of the Divine Glory she should have been of having it in her power to oblige
               her King: but as by the Laws, he cou'd not; and from his Royal Goodness, wou'd not
               take from any Man his wedded Wife: So she believ'd she shou'd be the Occasion of
               making him commit a great Sin, if she did not reveal her State and Condition; and
               tell him, she was anothers, and cou'd not be so happy to be his.</p>

            <p>The King, enrag'd at this Delay, hastily demanded the Name of the bold Man, that had
               marry'd a Woman of her Degree, without his Consent. <hi rend="italic">Imoinda,</hi> seeing his Eyes
               fierce, and his Hands tremble; <pb n="35"/>whether with Age, or Anger, I know not;
               but she fansy'd the last, almost repented she had said so much, for now she fear'd
               the Storm wou'd fall on the Prince; she therefore said a thousand things to appease
               the raging of his Flame, and to prepare him to hear who it was with Calmness; but
               before she spoke, he imagin'd who she meant, but wou'd not seem to do so, but
               commanded her to lay aside her <ref target="Mantle_" corresp="Mantle">Mantle</ref>
               <note xml:id="Mantle" target="Mantle_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">a
                  protective cloak or garment; a loose, sleeveless cloak. Source: Oxford English
                  Dictionary</note>, and suffer her self to receive his Caresses; or, by his Gods,
               he swore, that happy Man whom she was going to name shou'd die, though it were even
                  <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> himself. <hi rend="italic">Therefore</hi> (said he) <hi rend="italic">deny this Marriage,
                  and swear thy self a Maid. That</hi> (reply'd <hi rend="italic">Imoinda) by all our Powers I do;
                  for I am not yet known to my Husband. 'Tis enough</hi> (said the King:) <hi rend="italic">'tis
                  enough</hi>
                            <pb n="36"/>
               <hi rend="italic">to satisfie both my Conscience, and my Heart.</hi> And rising from his Seat, he
               went, and led her into the Bath; it being in vain for her to resist.</p>

            <p>In this time the Prince, who was return'd from Hunting, went to visit his
                  <hi rend="italic">Imoinda,</hi> but found her gone; and not only so, but heard she had receiv'd
               the <ref target="Royal_" corresp="Royal">Royal Veil</ref>
               <note xml:id="Royal" target="Royal_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">A
                  veil delivered by the king as an invitation to his harem.</note>. This rais'd him
               to a Storm; and in his Madness, they had much ado to save him from laying violent
               Hands on himself. Force first prevail'd, and then Reason: They urg'd all to him, that
               might oppose his Rage; but nothing weigh'd so greatly with him as the King's Old Age
               uncapable of <ref target="injuring_" corresp="injuring">injuring him</ref>
               <note xml:id="injuring" target="injuring_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">That is, the King is impotent. It's notable that the narrator thinks first of the
                  potential cost to Oroonoko rather than the cost to Imoinda.</note> with
                  <hi rend="italic">Imoinda.</hi> He wou'd give way to that Hope, because it pleas'd him most, and
               flatter'd best his Heart. Yet this <pb n="37"/>serv'd not altogether to make him
               cease his different Passions, which sometimes rag'd within him, and sometimes softned
               into Showers. 'Twas not enough to appease him, to tell him, his Grand-father was old,
               and cou'd not that way injure him, while he retain'd that awful Duty which the young
               Men are us'd there to pay to their grave Relations. He cou'd not be convinc'd he had
               no Cause to sigh and mourn for the Loss of a Mistress, he cou'd not with all his
               Strength and Courage retrieve. And he wou'd often cry, <hi rend="italic">O my Friends! were she in
                  wall'd Cities, or confin'd from me in Fortifications of the greatest Strength; did
                  Inchantments or Monsters detain her from me, I wou'd venture through any Hazard to
                  free her: Buthere, in the Arms of a feeble old Man, my Youth, my violent Love, my
                  Trade</hi>
                            <pb n="38"/>
                            <hi rend="italic">in Arms, and all my vast Desire of Glory, avail me
                  nothing:</hi> Imoinda <hi rend="italic">is as irrecoverably lost to me, as if she were snatch'd
                  by the cold Arms of Death: Oh! she is never to be retriev'd. If I wou'd wait
                  tedious Years, till Fate shou'd bow the old King to his Grave; even that wou'd not
                  leave me</hi> Imoinda <hi rend="italic">free; but still that Custom that makes it so vile a
                  Crime for a Son to marry his Father's Wives or Mistresses, wou'd hinder my
                  Happiness; unless I wou'd either ignobly set an ill President to my Successors, or
                  abandon my Country, and fly with her to some unknown World, who never heard our
                  Story.</hi>
            </p>

            <p>But it was objected to him, that his Case was not the same; for <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi>
               being his lawful Wife, by solemn Contract, 'twas he was the injur'd Man, and might,
               if he so pleas'd, take <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi> back, the <pb n="39"/>Breach of the Law being
               on his Grand-father's side; and that if he cou'd circumvent him, and redeem her from
               the <ref target="Otan_" corresp="Otan">Otan</ref>
               <note xml:id="Otan" target="Otan_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">"Otan" seems to be derived from the Turkish word "odan," referring to a room or
                  small enclosure in a harem. This is one of the moments when this part of the
                  story, though set in Africa, feels more like an "Oriental" tale.</note>, which is
               the Palace of the King's Women, a sort of <hi rend="italic">Seraglio,</hi> it was both just and
               lawful for him so to do.</p>

            <p>This Reasoning had some force upon him, and he shou'd have been entirely comforted,
               but for the Thought that she was possess'd by his Grand-father. However, he lov'd so
               well, that he was resolv'd to believe what most favour'd his Hope; and to endeavour
               to learn from <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi>'s own Mouth, what only she cou'd satisfie him in;
               whether she was robb'd of that Blessing, which was only due to his Faith and Love.
               But as it was very hard to get a Sight of the Women, for no Men ever enter'd into the
                  <hi rend="italic">Otan,</hi> but when<pb n="40"/> the King went to entertain himself with some
               one of his Wives, or Mistresses; and 'twas Death at any other time, for any other to
               go in; so he knew not how to contrive to get a Sight of her.</p>


            
            <p>While <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> felt all the Agonies of Love, and suffer'd under a Torment
               the most painful in the World, the old King was not exempted from his share of
               Affliction. He was troubl'd for having been forc'd by an irresistable Passion, to rob
               his <ref target="Son_" corresp="Son">Son</ref>
               <note xml:id="Son" target="Son_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Oroonoko is actually his grandson.</note> of a Treasure, he knew, cou'd not but
               be extreamly dear to him, since she was the most beautiful that ever had been seen;
               and had besides, all the Sweetness and Innocence of Youth and Modesty, with a Charm
               of Wit surpassing all. He found that, however she was forc'd to expose her lovely
               Person to his wither'd Arms, she <pb n="41"/>cou'd only sigh and weep there, and
               think of <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko;</hi> and oftentimes cou'd not forbear speaking of him, though
               her Life were, by Custom, forfeited by owning her Passion. But she spoke not of a
               Lover only, but of a Prince dear to him, to whom she spoke; and of the Praises of a
               Man, who, till now, fill'd the old Man's Soul with Joy at every Recital of his
               Bravery, or even his Name. And 'twas this Dotage on our young <hi rend="italic">Hero,</hi> that
               gave <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi> a thousand Privileges to speak of him, without offending; and
               this Condescention in the old King, that made her take the Satisfaction of speaking
               of him so very often.</p>

            <p>Besides, he many times enquir'd how the Prince bore himself; and those of whom he
               ask'd, being entirely Slaves to the Merits and Vertues <pb n="42"/> of the Prince,
               still answer'd what they thought conduc'd best to his Service; which was, to make the
               old King fansy that the Prince had no more Interest in <hi rend="italic">Imoinda,</hi> and had
               resign'd her willingly to the Pleasure of the King; that he diverted himself with his
               Mathematicians, his Fortifications, his Officers, and his Hunting.</p>

            <p>This pleas'd the old Lover, who fail'd not to report these things again to
                  <hi rend="italic">Imoinda,</hi> that she might, by the Example of her young Lover, withdraw her
               Heart, and rest better contented in his Arms. But however she was forc'd to receive
               this unwelcome News, in all Appearance, with Unconcern, and Content, her Heart was
               bursting within, and she was only happy when she cou'd get alone, to vent her Griefs
               and Moans with Sighs and Tears.</p>

            <p>
               <pb n="43"/> What Reports of the Prince's Conduct were made to the King, he thought
               good to justifie as far as possibly he cou'd by his Actions; and when he appear'd in
               the Presence of the King, he shew'd a Face not at all betraying his Heart: So that in
               a little time the old Man, being entirely convinc'd that he was no longer a Lover of
                  <hi rend="italic">Imoinda,</hi> he carry'd him with him, in his Train, to the <hi rend="italic">Otan,</hi>
               often to banquet with his Mistress. But as soon as he enter'd, one Day, into the
               Apartment of <hi rend="italic">Imoinda,</hi> with the King, at the first Glance from her Eyes,
               notwithstanding all his determin d Resolution, he was ready to sink in the place
               where he stood; and had certainly done so, but for the Support of <hi rend="italic">Aboan,</hi> a
               young Man, who was next to him; which, with his Change of Countenance,<pb n="44"/>
               had betray'd him, had the King chanc'd to look that way. And I have observ'd, 'tis a
               very great Error in those, who laugh when one says, <hi rend="italic">A</hi> Negro <hi rend="italic">can change
                  Colour;</hi> for I have seen 'em as frequently blush, and look pale, and that as
               visibly as ever I saw in the most beautiful <hi rend="italic">White.</hi> And 'tis certain that
               both these Changes were evident, this Day, in both these Lovers. And
                  <hi rend="italic">Imoinda,</hi> who saw with some Joy the Change in the Prince's Face, and found
               it in her own, strove to divert the King from beholding either, by a forc'd Caress,
               with which she met him; which was a new Wound in the Heart of the poor dying Prince.
               But as soon as the King was busy'd in looking on some fine thing of
               <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi>'s making, she had time to tell the Prince with her angry,<pb n="45"/> but Love-darting Eyes, that she resented his Coldness, and bemoan'd her own
               miserable Captivity. Nor were his Eyes silent, but answer'd hers again, as much as
               Eyes cou'd do, instructed by the most tender, and most passionate Heart that ever
               lov'd: And they spoke so well, and so effectually, as <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi> no longer
               doubted, but she was the only Delight, and the Darling of that Soul she found
               pleading in 'em its Right of Love, which none was more willing to resign than she.
               And 'twas this powerful Language alone that in an Instant convey'd all the Thoughts
               of their Souls to each other; that they both found, there wanted but Opportunity to
               make them both entirely happy. But when he saw another Door open'd by
                  <hi rend="italic">Onahal,</hi> a former old Wife of <pb n="46"/>the King's, who now had Charge
               of <hi rend="italic">Imoinda;</hi> and saw the Prospect of a Bed of State made ready, with Sweets
               and Flowers for the Dalliance of the King; who immediately lead the trembling Victim
               from his Sight, into that prepar'd Repose. What Rage! what wild Frenzies seiz'd his
               Heart! which forcing to keep within Bounds, and to suffer without Noise, it became
               the more insupportable, and rent his Soul with ten thousand Pains. He was forc'd to
               retire, to vent his Groans; where he fell down on a Carpet, and lay struggling a long
               time, and only breathing now and then,—<hi rend="italic">O Imoinda!</hi> When <hi rend="italic">Onahal</hi> had
               finish'd her necessary Affair within, shutting the Door, she came forth to wait, till
               the King call'd; and hearing some one sighing in the other<pb n="47"/> Room, she
               pass'd on, and found the Prince in that deplorable Condition, which she thought
               needed her Aid: She gave him Cordials, but all in vain; till finding the nature of
               his Disease, by his Sighs, and naming <hi rend="italic">Imoinda.</hi> She told him, he had not so
               much Cause as he imagin'd, to afflict himself; for if he knew the King so well as she
               did, he wou'd not lose a Moment in Jealousie, and that she was confident that
                  <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi> bore, at this Minute, part in his Affliction. <hi rend="italic">Aboan</hi> was
               of the same Opinion; and both together, perswaded him to re-assume his Courage; and
               all sitting down on the Carpet, the Prince said so many obliging things to
                  <hi rend="italic">Onahal,</hi> that he half perswaded her to be of his Party. And she promis'd
               him, she wou'd thus far comply with his just Desires, that she<pb n="48"/> wou'd let
                  <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi> know how faithful he was, what he suffer'd, and what he said.</p>

            <p>This Discourse lasted till the King call'd, which gave <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> a certain
               Satisfaction; and with the Hope <hi rend="italic">Onahal</hi> had made him conceive, he assum'd a
               Look as gay as 'twas possible a Man in his Circumstances cou'd do; and presently
               after, he was call'd in with the rest who waited without. The King commanded Musick
               to be brought, and several of his young Wives and Mistresses came all together by his
               Command, to dance before him; where <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi> perform'd her Part with an Air
               and Grace so passing all the rest, as her Beauty was above 'em; and receiv'd the
               Present, ordain'd as a Prize. The Prince was every Moment more charm'd with the <pb n="49"/> new Beauties and Graces he beheld in this fair One: And while he gaz'd,
               and she danc'd, <hi rend="italic">Onahal</hi> was retir'd to a Window with <hi rend="italic">Aboan.</hi>
            </p>

            <p>This <hi rend="italic">Onahal,</hi> as I said, was one of the <ref target="Cast-Mistress_" corresp="Cast-Mistress">Cast-Mistresses</ref>
               <note xml:id="Cast-Mistress" target="Cast-Mistress_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Discarded, former mistresses</note> of the old King; and 'twas these (now past
               their Beauty) that were made Guardians, or Governants to the new, and the young Ones;
               and whose Business it was, to teach them all those wanton Arts of Love, with which
               they prevail'd and charm'd heretofore in their Turn; and who now treated the
               triumphing happy Ones with all the Severity, as to Liberty and Freedom, that was
               possible, in revenge of those Honours they rob them of; envying them those
               Satisfactions, those Gallantries and Presents, that were once made to themselves,
               while Youth and <pb n="50"/>Beauty lasted, and which they now saw pass were
               regardless by, and pay'd only to the Bloomings. And certainly, nothing is more
               afflicting to a decay'd Beauty, than to behold in it self declining Charms, that were
               once ador'd; and to find those Caresses paid to new Beauties, to which once she laid
               a Claim; to hear 'em whisper as she passes by, <hi rend="italic">That once was a delicate
                  Woman.</hi> These abandon'd Ladies therefore endeavour to revenge all the
               Despights, and Decays of Time, on these flourishing happy Ones. And 'twas this
               Severity, that gave <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> a thousand Fears he shou'd never prevail with
                  <hi rend="italic">Onahal,</hi> to see <hi rend="italic">Imoinda.</hi> But, as I said, she was now retir'd to a
               Window with <hi rend="italic">Aboan.</hi>
            </p>

            <p>This young Man was not only one of the best Quality, but a Man <pb n="51"/>extreamly
               well made, and beautiful; and coming often to attend the King to the <hi rend="italic">Otan,</hi>
               he had subdu'd the Heart of the antiquated <hi rend="italic">Onahal,</hi> which had not forgot how
               pleasant it was to be in Love: And though she had some Decays in her Face, she had
               none in her Sence and Wit; she was there agreeable still, even to <hi rend="italic">Aboan</hi>'s
               Youth; so that he took pleasure in entertaining her with Discourses of Love: He knew
               also, that to make his Court to these She-Favourites, was the way to be great; these
               being the Persons that do all Affairs and Business at Court. He had also observ'd
               that she had given him Glances more tender and inviting, than she had done to others
               of his Quality: And now, when he saw that her Favour cou'd so absolutely oblige the
               Prince, he<pb n="52"/> fail'd not to sigh in her Ear, and to look with Eyes all soft
               upon her, and give her Hope that she had made some Impressions on his Heart. He found
               her pleas'd at this, and making a thousand Advances to him; but the Ceremony ending,
               and the King departing, broke up the Company for that Day, and his Conversation.</p>

            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Aboan</hi> fail'd not that Night to tell the Prince of his Success, and how
               advantageous the Service of <hi rend="italic">Onahal</hi> might be to his Amour with
                  <hi rend="italic">Imoinda.</hi> The Prince was overjoy'd with this good News, and besought him,
               if it were possible, to caress her so, as to engage her entirely; which he cou'd not
               fail to do, if he comply'd with her Desires: <hi rend="italic">For then</hi> (said the Prince)
                  <hi rend="italic">her Life lying at your Mercy, she must grant you the Request you make in
                  my</hi>
                            <pb n="53"/>
                            <hi rend="italic">Behalf. Aboan</hi> understood him; and assur'd him, he
               would make Love so effectually, that he wou'd defie the most expert Mistress of the
               Art, to find out whether he dissembl'd it, or had it really. And 'twas with
               Impatience they waited the next Opportunity of going to the <hi rend="italic">Otan.</hi>
            </p>

            <p>The Wars came on, the Time of taking the Field approach'd, and 'twas impossible for
               the Prince to delay his going at the Head of his Army, to encounter the Enemy: So
               that every Day seem'd a tedious Year, till he saw his <hi rend="italic">Imoinda;</hi> for he
               believ'd he cou'd not live, if he were forc'd away without being so happy. 'Twas with
               Impatience therefore, that he expected the next Visit the King wou'd make; and,
               according to his Wish, it was not long.</p>

            <p>
               <pb n="54"/> The Parley of the Eyes of these two Lovers had not pass'd so secretly,
               but an old jealous Lover cou'd spy it; or rather, he wanted not Flatterers, who told
               him, they observ'd it: So that the Prince was hasten'd to the Camp, and this was the
               last Visit he found he shou'd make to the <hi rend="italic">Otan;</hi> he therefore urg'd
                  <hi rend="italic">Aboan</hi> to make the best of this last Effort, and to explain himself so to
                  <hi rend="italic">Onahal,</hi> that she, deferring her Enjoyment of her young Lover no longer,
               might make way for the Prince to speak to <hi rend="italic">Imoinda.</hi>
            </p>

            <p>The whole Affair being agreed on between the Prince and <hi rend="italic">Aboan,</hi> they attended
               the King, as the Custom was, to the <hi rend="italic">Otan;</hi> where, while the whole Company was
               taken up in beholding the Dancing, and antick Postures the Women<pb n="55"/> Royal
               made, to divert the King, <hi rend="italic">Onahal</hi> singl'd out <hi rend="italic">Aboan,</hi> whom she found
               most pliable to her Wish. When she had him where she believ'd she cou'd not be heard,
               she sigh'd to him, and softly cry'd, <hi rend="italic">Ah,</hi> Aboan! <hi rend="italic">When will you be
                  sensible of my Passion? I confess it with my Mouth, because I wou'd not give my
                  Eyes the Lye; and you have but too much already perceiv'd they have confess'd my
                  Flame: Nor wou'd I have you believe, that because I am the abandon'd Mistress of a
                  King, I esteem my self altogether divested of Charms. No,</hi> Aboan; <hi rend="italic">I have
                  still a Rest of Beauty enough engaging, and have learn'd to please too well, not
                  to be desirable. I can have Lovers still, but will have none but</hi> Aboan.
                  <hi rend="italic">Madam</hi> (reply'd the half-feigning Youth) <hi rend="italic">you have already, by my Eyes,
                  found, you can still conquer; and I believe 'tis in pity of me,</hi>
                            <pb n="56"/>
                            <hi rend="italic">you condescend to this kind Confession. But, Madam, Words are us'd to be so
                  small a part of our Country-Courtship, that 'tis rare one can get so happy an
                  Opportunity as to tell one's Heart; and those few Minutes we have are forc'd to be
                  snatch'd for more certain Proofs of Love, than speaking and sighing; and such I
                  languish for.</hi>
            </p>

            <p>He spoke this with such a Tone, that she hop'd it true, and cou'd not forbear
               believing it; and being wholly transported with Joy, for having subdu'd the finest of
               all the King's Subjects to her Desires, she took from her Ears two large Pearls, and
               commanded him to wear 'em in his. He wou'd have refus'd 'em, crying, <hi rend="italic">Madam, these
                  are not the Proofs of your Love that I expect; 'tis Opportunity, 'tis a Lonehour
                  only, that can make me happy.</hi> But forcing the Pearls into his<pb n="57"/>
               Hand, she whisper'd softly to him, <hi rend="italic">Oh! Do not fear a Woman's Invention, when Love
                  sets her a-thinking.</hi> And pressing his Hand, she cry'd, <hi rend="italic">This Night you
                  shall be happy. Come to the Gate of the Orange-Groves, behind the</hi> Otan;
                  <hi rend="italic">and I will be ready, about Mid-night, to receive you.</hi> 'Twas thus agreed,
               and she left him, that no notice might be taken of their speaking together.</p>

            <p>The Ladies were still dancing, and the King, laid on a Carpet, with a great deal of
               pleasure, was beholding them, especially <hi rend="italic">Imoinda;</hi> who that Day appear'd more
               lovely than ever, being enliven'd with the good Tidings <hi rend="italic">Onahal</hi> had brought
               her of the constant Passion the Prince had for her. The Prince was laid on another
               Carpet, at the other end of the Room, with his Eyes fix'd on the Object <pb n="58"/>
               of his Soul; and as she turn'd, or mov'd, so did they; and she alone gave his Eyes
               and Soul their Motions: Nor did <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi> employ her Eyes to any other Use,
               than in beholding with infinite Pleasure the Joy she produc'd in those of the Prince.
               But while she was more regarding him, than the Steps she took, she chanc'd to fall;
               and so near him, as that leaping with extream force from the Carpet, he caught her in
               his Arms as she fell; and 'twas visible to the whole Presence, the Joy wherewith he
               receiv'd her: He clasp'd her close to his Bosom, and quite forgot that Reverence that
               was due to the Mistress of a King, and that Punishment that is the Reward of a
               Boldness of this nature; and had not the Presence of Mind of <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi> (fonder
               of his Safety, than her<pb n="59"/> own) befriended him, in making her spring from
               his Arms, and fall into her Dance again, he had, at that Instant, met his Death; for
               the old King, jealous to the last degree, rose up in Rage, broke all the Diversion,
               and led <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi> to her Apartment, and sent out Word to the Prince, to go
               immediately to the Camp; and that if he were found another Night in Court, he shou'd
               suffer the Death ordain'd for disobedient Offenders.</p>

            <p>You may imagine how welcome this News was to <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko,</hi> whose unseasonable
               Transport and Caress of <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi> was blam'd by all Men that lov'd him; and
               now he perceiv'd his Fault, yet cry'd, <hi rend="italic">That for such another Moment, he wou'd be
                  content to die.</hi>
            </p>

            <p>All the <hi rend="italic">Otan</hi> was in disorder about this Accident; and <hi rend="italic">Onahal</hi>
                            <pb n="60"/> was particularly concern'd, because on the Prince's Stay depended her
               Happiness; for she cou'd no longer expect that of <hi rend="italic">Aboan.</hi> So that, e'er they
               departed, they contriv'd it so, that the Prince and he shou'd come both that Night to
               the Grove of the <hi rend="italic">Otan,</hi> which was all of Oranges and Citrons; and that there
               they shou'd wait her Orders.</p>

            <p>They parted thus, with Grief enough, till Night; leaving the King in possession of
               the lovely Maid. But nothing cou'd appease the Jealousie of the old Lover: He wou'd
               not be impos'd on, but wou'd have it, that <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi> made a false Step on
               purpose to fall into <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi>'s Bosom, and that all things look'd like a
               Design on both sides, and 'twas in vain she protested her Innocence: He was old and
               obstinate, and left her more <pb n="61"/> than half assur'd that his Fear was
               true.</p>

            <p>The King going to his Apartment, sent to know where the Prince was, and if he
               intended to obey his Command. The Messenger return'd, and told him, he found the
               Prince pensive, and altogether unpreparing for the Campaign; that he lay negligently
               on the Ground, and answer'd very little. This confirm'd the Jealousie of the King,
               and he commanded that they shou'd very narrowly and privately watch his Motions; and
               that he shou'd not stir from his Apartment, but one Spy or other shou'd be employ'd
               to watch him: So that the Hour approaching, wherein he was to go to the Citron-Grove;
               and taking only <hi rend="italic">Aboan</hi> along with him, he leaves his Apartment, and was
               watch'd to the<pb n="62"/> very Gate of the <hi rend="italic">Otan;</hi> where he was seen to
               enter, and where they left him, to carry back the Tidings to the King.</p>

            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Aboan</hi> were no sooner enter'd, but <hi rend="italic">Onahal</hi> led
               the Prince to the Apartment of <hi rend="italic">Imoinda;</hi> who, not knowing any thing of her
               Happiness, was laid in Bed. But <hi rend="italic">Onahal</hi> only left him in her Chamber, to make
               the best of his Opportunity, and took her dear <hi rend="italic">Aboan</hi> to her own; where he
               shew'd the heighth of Complaisance for his Prince, when, to give him an Opportunity,
               he suffer'd himself to be caress'd in Bed by <hi rend="italic">Onahal.</hi>
            </p>

            <p>The Prince softly waken'd <hi rend="italic">Imoinda,</hi> who was not a little surpriz'd with Joy
               to find him there; and yet she trembl'd with a thousand Fears. I believe, he omitted
               saying nothing to this young Maid, <pb n="63"/>that might perswade her to suffer him
               to seize his own, and take the Rights of Love; and I believe she was not long
               resisting those Arms, where she so long'd to be; and having Opportunity, Night and
               Silence, Youth, Love and Desire, he soon prevail'd; and ravish'd in a Moment, what
               his old Grand-father had been endeavouring for so many Months.</p>


           

            <p>'Tis not to be imagin'd the Satisfaction of these two young Lovers; nor the Vows she
               made him, that she remain'd a spotless Maid, till that Night; and that what she did
               with his Grand-father, had robb'd him of no part of her Virgin-Honour, the Gods, in
               Mercy and Justice, having reserv'd that for her plighted Lord, to whom of Right it
               belong'd. And 'tis impossible to express the Transports<pb n="64"/> he suffer'd,
               while he listen'd to a Discourse so charming, from her lov'd Lips; and clasp'd that
               Body in his Arms, for whom he had so long languish'd; and nothing now afflicted him,
               but his suddain Departure from her; for he told her the Necessity, and his Commands;
               but shou'd depart satisfy'd in this, That since the old King had hitherto not been
               able to deprive him of those Enjoyments which only belong'd to him, he believ'd for
               the future he wou'd be less able to injure him; so that, abating the Scandal of the
               Veil, which was no otherwise so, than that she was Wife to another: He believ'd her
               safe, even in the Arms of the King, and innocent; yet wou'd he have ventur'd at the
               Conquest of the World, and have given it all, to have had her avoided that Honour <pb n="65"/>of receiving the <hi rend="italic">Royal Veil.</hi> 'Twas thus, between a thousand
               Caresses, that both bemoan'd the hard Fate of Youth and Beauty, so liable to that
               cruel Promotion: 'Twas a Glory that cou'd well have been spar'd here, though desir'd,
               and aim'd at by all the young Females of that Kingdom.</p>

            <p>But while they were thus fondly employ'd, forgetting how Time ran on, and that the
               Dawn must conduct him far away from his only Happiness, they heard a great Noise in
               the <hi rend="italic">Otan,</hi> and unusual Voices of Men; at which the Prince, starting from the
               Arms of the frighted <hi rend="italic">Imoinda,</hi> ran to a little Battel-Ax he us'd to wear by
               his Side; and having not so much leisure, as to put on his Habit, he oppos'd himself
               against some who were already opening the Door; <pb n="66"/>which they did with so
               much Violence, that <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> was not able to defend it; but was forc'd to
               cry out with a commanding Voice, <hi rend="italic">Whoever ye are that have the Boldness to attempt
                  to approach this Apartment thus rudely, know, that I, the Prince</hi> Oroonoko,
                  <hi rend="italic">will revenge it with the certain Death of him that first enters: Therefore
                  stand back, and know, this place is sacred to Love, and me this Night; to Morrow
                  'tis the King's.</hi>
            </p>

            <p>This he spoke with a Voice so resolv'd and assur'd, that they soon retir'd from the
               Door, but cry'd, <hi rend="italic">'Tis by the King's Command we are come; and being satisfy'd by
                  thy Voice, O Prince, as much as if we had enter'd, we can report to the King the
                  Truth of all his Fears, and leave thee to provide for thy own Safety, as thou art
                  advis'd by thy Friends.</hi>
            </p>

            <p>
               <pb n="67"/> At these Words they departed, and left the Prince to take a short and
               sad Leave of his <hi rend="italic">Imoinda;</hi> who trusting in the strength of her Charms,
               believ'd she shou'd appease the Fury of a jealous King, by saying, She was surpriz'd,
               and that it was by force of Arms he got into her Apartment. All her Concern now was
               for his Life, and therefore she hasten'd him to the Camp; and with much a-do,
               prevail'd on him to go: Nor was it she alone that prevail'd, <hi rend="italic">Aboan</hi> and
                  <hi rend="italic">Onahal</hi> both pleaded, and both assur'd him of a Lye that shou'd be well
               enough contriv'd to secure <hi rend="italic">Imoinda.</hi> So that, at last, with a Heart sad as
               Death, dying Eyes, and sighing Soul, <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> departed, and took his way to
               the Camp.</p>

            <p>
               <pb n="68"/> It was not long after the King in Person came to the <hi rend="italic">Otan;</hi>
               where beholding <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi> with Rage in his Eyes, he upbraided her Wickedness
               and Perfidy, and threatning her Royal Lover, she fell on her Face at his Feet,
               bedewing the Floor with her Tears, and imploring his Pardon for a Fault which she had
               not with her Will committed; as <hi rend="italic">Onahal,</hi> who was also prostrate with her,
               cou'd testifie: That, unknown to her, he had broke into her Apartment, and ravish'd
               her. She spoke this much against her Conscience; but to save her own Life, 'twas
               absolutely necessary she shou'd feign this Falsity. She knew it cou'd not injure the
               Prince, he being fled to-an-Army that wou'd stand by him, against any Injuries that
               shou'd assault him. However, <pb n="69"/>this last Thought of <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi>'s
               being ravish'd, chang'd the Measures of his Revenge; and whereas before he design'd
               to be himself her Executioner, he now resolv'd she shou'd not die. But as it is the
               greatest Crime in nature amongst 'em to touch a Woman, after having been possess'd by
               a Son, a Father, or a Brother; so now he look'd on <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi> as a polluted
               thing, wholly unfit for his Embrace; nor wou'd he resign her to his Grand-son,
               because she had receiv'd the <hi rend="italic">Royal Veil.</hi> He therefore removes her from the
                  <hi rend="italic">Otan,</hi> with <hi rend="italic">Onahal;</hi> whom he put into safe Hands, with Order they
               shou'd be both sold off, as Slaves, to another Country, either <hi rend="italic">Christian,</hi> or
                  <hi rend="italic">Heathen;</hi> 'twas no matter where.</p>

            <p>
               <pb n="70"/> This cruel Sentence, worse than Death, they implor'd, might be revers'd;
               but their Prayers were vain, and it was put in Execution accordingly, and that with
               so much Secrecy, that none, either without, or within the <hi rend="italic">Otan,</hi> knew any
               thing of their Absence, or their Destiny.</p>

            <p>The old King, nevertheless, executed this with a great deal of Reluctancy; but he
               believ'd he had made a very great Conquest over himself, when he had once resolv'd,
               and had perform'd what he resolv'd. He believ'd now, that his Love had been unjust;
               and that he cou'd not expect the Gods, or <ref target="Clouds_" corresp="Clouds">Captain
                  of the Clouds</ref>
               <note xml:id="Clouds" target="Clouds_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Here Behn seems to be informed by knowledge of African religious traditions, as
                  such references to a sky deity appear there, but we do not know her source for
                  this term.</note>, (as they call the unknown Power) shou'd suffer a better
               Consequence from so ill a Cause. He now begins to hold <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> excus'd; and
                  <pb n="71"/>to say, he had Reason for what he did: And now every Body cou'd assure
               the King, how passionately <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi> was belov'd by the Prince; even those
               confess'd it now, who said the contrary before his Flame was abated. So that the King
               being old, and not able to defend himself in War, and having no Sons of all his Race
               remaining alive, but only this, to maintain him on his Throne; and looking on this as
               a Man disoblig'd, first by the Rape of his Mistress, or rather, Wife; and now by
               depriving of him wholly of her, he fear'd, might make him desperate, and do some
               cruel thing, either to himself, or his old Grand-father, the Offender; he began to
               repent him extreamly of the Contempt he had, in his Rage, put on <hi rend="italic">Imoinda.</hi>
               Besides, he consider'd he ought in<pb n="72"/> Honour to have kill'd her, for this
               Offence, if it had been one: He ought to have had so much Value and Consideration for
               a Maid of her Quality, as to have nobly put her to death; and not to have sold her
               like a common Slave, the greatest Revenge, and the most disgraceful of any; and to
               which they a thousand times prefer Death, and implore it; as <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi> did,
               but cou'd not obtain that Honour. Seeing therefore it was certain that
                  <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> wou'd highly resent this Affront, he thought good to make some
               Excuse for his Rashness to him; and to that End he sent a Messenger to the Camp, with
               Orders to treat with him about the Master, to gain his Pardon, and to endeavour to
               mitigate his Grief; but that by no means he shou'd tell him, she was sold, but
               secretly put to death; <pb n="73"/> for he knew he shou'd. never obtain his Pardon
               for the other.</p>

            <p>When the Messenger came, he found the Prince upon the point of Engaging with the
               Enemy; but as soon as he heard of the Arrival of the Messenger, he commanded him to
               his Tent, where he embrac'd him, and receiv'd him with Joy; which was soon abated, by
               the down-cast Looks of the Messenger, who was instantly demanded the Cause by
                  <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko,</hi> who, impatient of Delay, ask'd a thousand Questions in a
               Breath; and all concerning <hi rend="italic">Imoinda:</hi> But there needed little Return, for he
               cou'd almost answer himself of all he demanded, from his Sighs and Eyes. At last, the
               Messenger casting himself at the Prince's Feet, and kissing them, with all the
               Submission of a Man that had something to implore<pb n="74"/> which he dreaded to
               utter, he besought him to hear with Calmness what he had to deliver to him, and to
               call up all his noble and Heroick Courage, to encounter with his Words, and defend
               himself against the ungrateful things he must relate. <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> reply'd, with
               a deep Sigh, and a languishing Voice,—<hi rend="italic">I am arm'd against their worst Efforts—;
                  for I know they will tell me,</hi> Imoinda <hi rend="italic">is no more—; and after that, you
                  may spare the rest.</hi> Then, commanding him to rise, he laid himself on a
               Carpet, under a rich Pavillion, and remain'd a good while silent, and was hardly
               heard to sigh. When he was come a little to himself, the Messenger ask'd him leave to
               deliver that part of his Embassy, which the Prince had not yet devin'd: And the
               Prince cry'd, <hi rend="italic">I permit thee—</hi>Then he told him the Affliction <pb n="75"/> the
               old King was in, for the Rashness he had committed in his Cruelty to
                  <hi rend="italic">Imoinda;</hi> and how he daign'd to ask Pardon for his Offence, and to implore
               the Prince wou'd not suffer that Loss to touch his Heart too sensibly, which now all
               the Gods cou'd not restore him, but might recompence him in Glory, which he begg'd he
               wou'd pursue; and that Death, that common Revenger of all Injuries, wou'd soon even
               the Account between him, and a feeble old Man.</p>

            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> bad him return his Duty to his Lord and Master; and to assure him,
               there was no Account of Revenge to be adjusted between them; if there were, 'twas he
               was the Agressor, and that Death wou'd be just, and, <ref target="maugre_" corresp="maugre">maugre</ref>
                            <note xml:id="maugre" target="maugre_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">In spite of</note> his Age, wou'd see him righted;
               and he was contented to leave his Share of <pb n="76"/>Glory to Youths more
               fortunate, and worthy of that Favour from the Gods. That henceforth he wou'd never
               lift a Weapon, or draw a Bow; but abandon the small Remains of his Life to Sighs and
               Tears, and the continual Thoughts of what his Lord and Grand-father had thought good
               to send out of the World, with all that Youth, that Innocence, and Beauty.</p>

            <p>After having spoken this, whatever his greatest Officers, and Men of the best Rank
               could do, they cou'd not raise him from the Carpet, or perswade him to Action, and
               Resolutions of Life; but commanding all to retire, he shut himself into his Pavillion
               all that Day, while the Enemy was ready to engage; and wondring at the Delay, the
               whole Body of the chief<pb n="77"/>of the Army then address'd themselves to him, and
               to whom they had much a-do to get Admittance. They fell on their Faces at the Foot of
               his Carpet; where they lay, and besought him with earnest Prayers and Tears, to lead
               'em forth to Battel, and not let the Enemy take Advantages of them; and implor'd him
               to have regard to his Glory, and to the World, that depended on his Courage and
               Conduct. But he made no other Reply to all their Supplications but this, That he had
               now no more Business for Glory; and for the World, it was a Trifle not worth his
               Care. <hi rend="italic">Go,</hi> (continu'd he, sighing) <hi rend="italic">and divide it amongst you; and reap
                  with Joy what you so vainly prize, and leave me to my more welcome Destiny.</hi>
            </p>

            <p>They then demanded what they shou'd do, and whom he <pb n="78"/> wou'd constitute in
               his Room, that the Confusion of ambitious Youth and Power might not ruin their Order,
               and make them a Prey to the Enemy. He reply'd, He wou'd not give himself the
               Trouble—; but wish'd 'em to chuse the bravest Man amongst 'em, let his Quality or
               Birth be what it wou'd: <hi rend="italic">For, O my Friends</hi> (said he!) <hi rend="italic">it is not Titles
                  make Men brave, or good; or Birth that bestows Courage and Generosity, or makes
                  the Owner happy. Believe this, when you behold</hi> Oroonoko, <hi rend="italic">the most
                  wretched, and abandon'd by Fortune, of all the Creation of the Gods.</hi> So
               turning himself about, he wou'd make no more Reply to all they cou'd urge or
               implore.</p>

            <p>The Army beholding their Officers return unsuccessful, with sad Faces, and ominous
               Looks, that <pb n="79"/> presag'd no good Luck, suffer'd a thousand Fears to take
               Possession of their Hearts, and the Enemy to come even upon 'em, before they wou'd
               provide for their Safety, by any Defence; and though they were assur'd by some, who
               had a mind to animate 'em, that they shou'd be immediately headed by the Prince, and
               that in the mean time <hi rend="italic">Aboan</hi> had Orders to command as General; yet they were
               so dismay'd for want of that great Example of Bravery, that they cou'd make but a
               very feeble Resistance; and at last, down-right, fled before the Enemy, who pursu'd
               'em to the very Tents, killing 'em: Nor cou'd all <hi rend="italic">Aboan</hi>'s Courage, which
               that Day gain'd him immortal Glory, shame 'em into a Manly Defence of themselves. The
               Guards that were left behind, <pb n="80"/>about the Prince's Tent, seeing the
               Soldiers flee before the Enemy, and scatter themselves all over the Plain, in great
               Disorder, made such Out-cries as rouz'd the Prince from his amorous Slumber, in which
               he had remain'd bury'd for two Days, without permitting any Sustenance to approach
               him: But, in spight of all his Resolutions, he had not the Constancy of Grief to that
               Degree, as to make him insensible of the Danger of his Army; and in that Instant he
               leap'd from his Couch, and cry'd,—<hi rend="italic">Come, if we must die, let us meet Death the
                  noblest Way; and 'twill be more like</hi> Oroonoko <hi rend="italic">to encounter him at an
                  Army's Head, opposing the Torrent of a conquering Foe, than lazily, on a Couch, to
                  wait his lingering Pleasure, and die every Moment by a thousand wrecking Thought;
                  or be tamely taken by an</hi>
               <pb n="81"/>
                            <hi rend="italic">Enemy, and led a whining, Love-sick Slave, to adorn the Triumphs
                  of</hi> Jamoan, <hi rend="italic">that young Victor, who already is enter'd beyond the Limits I
                  had prescrib d him.</hi>
            </p>

            <p>While he was speaking, he suffer'd his People to dress him for the Field; and
               sallying out of his Pavillion, with more Life and Vigour in his Countenance than ever
               he shew'd, he appear'd like some Divine Power descended to save his Country from
               Destruction; and his People had purposely put him on all things that might make him
               shine with most Splendor, to strike a reverend Awe into the Beholders. He flew into
               the thickest of those that were pursuing his Men; and being animated with Despair, he
               fought as if he came on purpose to die, and did such things as will not be believ'd
               that Humane <pb n="82"/> Strength cou'd perform; and such as soon inspir'd all the
               rest with new Courage, and new Order: And now it was, that they began to fight
               indeed; and so, as if they wou'd not be out-done, even by their ador'd <hi rend="italic">Hero;</hi>
               who turning the Tide of the Victory, changing absolutely the Fate of the Day, gain'd
               an entire Conquest; and <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> having the good Fortune to single out
                  <hi rend="italic">Jamoan,</hi> he took him Prisoner with his own Hand, having wounded him almost
               to death.</p>

            <p>This <hi rend="italic">Jamoan</hi> afterwards became very dear to him, being a Man very gallant,
               and of excellent Graces, and fine Parts; so that he never put him amongst the Rank of
               Captives, as they us'd to do, without distinction, for the common Sale, or Market;
               but kept him<pb n="83"/> in his own Court, where he retain'd nothing of the Prisoner,
               but the Name, and return'd no more into his own Country, so great an Affection he
               took for <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko;</hi> and by a thousand Tales and Adventures of Love and
               Gallantry, flatter'd his Disease of Melancholy and Languishment; which I have often
               heard him say, had certainly kill'd him, but for the Conversation of this Prince and
                  <hi rend="italic">Aboan,</hi> the <hi rend="italic">French</hi> Governor he had from his Childhood, of whom I
               have spoken before, and who was a Man of admirable Wit, great Ingenuity and Learning;
               all which he had infus'd into his young Pupil. This <hi rend="italic">French-</hi>Man was banish'd
               out of his own Country, for some Heretical Notions he held; and though he was a Man
               of very little Religion, he <pb n="84"/> had admirable Morals, and a brave Soul.</p>

            <p>After the total Defeat of <hi rend="italic">Jamoan</hi>'s Army, which all fled, or were left dead
               upon the Place, they spent some time in the Camp; <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> chusing rather to
               remain a while there in his Tents, than enter into a Place, or live in a Court where
               he had so lately suffer d so great a Loss. The Officers therefore, who saw and knew
               his Cause of Discontent, invented all sorts of Diversions and Sports, to entertain
               their Prince: So that what with those Amuzements abroad, and others at home, that is,
               within their Tents, with the Perswasions, Arguments and Care of his Friends and
               Servants that he more peculiarly priz'd, he wore off in time a great part of that
                  <ref target="Shagrien_" corresp="Shagrien">Shagrien</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Shagrien" target="Shagrien_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Chagrin; that is, disappointment
                  or vexation</note>, and Torture of Despair,<pb n="85"/> which the first Efforts of
                  <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi>'s Death had given him: Insomuch as having receiv'd a thousand
               kind Embassies from the King, and Invitations to return to Court, he obey'd, though
               with no little Reluctancy; and when he did so, there was a visible Change in him, and
               for a long time he was much more melancholy than before. But Time lessens all
               Extreams, and reduces 'em to <hi rend="italic">Mediums</hi> and Unconcern; but no Motives or
               Beauties, though all endeavour'd it, cou'd engage him in any sort of Amour, though he
               had all the Invitations to it, both from his own Youth, and others Ambitions and
               Designs.</p>

            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> was no sooner return'd from this last Conquest, and receiv'd at
               Court with all the Joy <pb n="86"/> and Magnificence that cou'd be express'd to a
               young Victor, who was not only return'd triumphant, but belov'd like a Deity, when
               there arriv'd in the Port an <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Ship.</p>

            <p>
                            <ref target="Person_" corresp="Person">This Person</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Person" target="Person_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">The commander of the ship</note>
               had often before been in these Countries, and was very well known to
                  <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko,</hi> with whom he had traffick'd for Slaves, and had us'd to do the
               same with his Predecessors.</p>

            <p>This Commander was a Man of a finer sort of Address, and Conversation, better bred,
               and more engaging, than most of that sort of Men are; so that he seem'd rather never
               to have been bred out of a Court, than almost all his Life at Sea. This Captain
               therefore was always better receiv'd at Court, than most of the Traders to those
               Countries were; and <pb n="87"/>especially by <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko,</hi> who was more
               civiliz'd, according to the <hi rend="italic">European</hi> Mode, than any other had been, and took
               more Delight in the <hi rend="italic">White</hi> Nations; and, above all, Men of Parts and Wit. To
               this Captain he sold abundance of his Slaves; and for the Favour and Esteem he had
               for him, made him many Presents, and oblig'd him to stay at Court as long as possibly
               he cou'd. Which the Captain seem'd to take as a very great Honour done him,
               entertaining the Prince every Day with Globes and Maps, and Mathematical Discourses
               and Instruments; eating, drinking, hunting and living with him with so much
               Familiarity, that it was not to be doubted, but he had gain'd very greatly upon the
               Heart of this gallant young Man. And the Captain,<pb n="88"/>in Return of all these
               mighty Favours, besought the Prince to honour his Vessel with his Presence, some Day
               or other, to Dinner, before he shou'd set Sail; which he condescended to accept, and
               appointed his Day. The Captain, on his part, fail'd not to have all things in a
               Readiness, in the most magnificent Order he cou'd possibly: And the Day being come,
               the Captain, in his Boat, richly adorn'd with Carpets and Velvet-Cushions, row'd to
               the Shoar to receive the Prince; with another Long-Boat, where was plac'd all his
               Musick and Trumpets, with which <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> was extreamly delighted; who met
               him on the Shoar, attended by his <hi rend="italic">French</hi> Governor, <hi rend="italic">Jamoan, Aboan,</hi>
               and about an hundred of the noblest of the Youths of the<pb n="89"/>Court: And after
               they had first carry'd the Prince on Board, the Boats fetch'd the rest off; where
               they found a very splendid Treat, with all sorts of fine Wines; and were as well
               entertain'd, as 'twas possible in such a place to be.</p>

            <p>The Prince having drunk hard of Punch, and several Sorts of Wine, as did all the rest
               (for great Care was taken, they shou'd want nothing of that part of the
               Entertainment) was very merry, and in great Admiration of the Ship, for he had never
               been in one before; so that he was curious of beholding every place, where he
               decently might descend. The rest, no less curious, who were not quite overcome with
               Drinking, rambl'd at their pleasure <hi rend="italic">Fore</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Aft,</hi> as their Fancies
               guided 'em: So that the Captain, who had<pb n="90"/> well laid his Design before,
               gave the Word, and seiz'd on all his Guests; they clapping great Irons suddenly on
               the Prince, when he was leap'd down in the Hold, to view that part of the Vessel; and
               locking him fast down, secur'd him. The same Treachery was us'd to all the rest; and
               all in one Instant, in several places of the Ship, were lash'd fast in Irons, and
               betray'd to Slavery. That great Design over, they set all Hands to work to hoise
               Sail; and with as treacherous and fair a Wind, they made from the Shoar with this
               innocent and glorious Prize, who thought of nothing less than such an
               Entertainment.</p>

            <p>Some have commended this Act, as brave, in the Captain; but I will spare my Sence of
               it, and leave it to my Reader, to judge as he pleases.</p>

            <p>
               <pb n="91"/> It may be easily guess'd, in what manner the Prince resented this
               Indignity, who may be best resembl'd to a Lion taken in a Toil; so he rag'd, so he
               struggl'd for Liberty, but all in vain; and they had so wisely manag'd his Fetters,
               that he cou'd not use a Hand in his Defence, to quit himself of a Life that wou'd by
               no Means endure Slavery; nor cou'd he move from the Place, where he was ty'd, to any
               solid part of the Ship, against which he might have beat his Head, and have finish'd
               his Disgrace that way: So that being deprived of all other means, he resolved to
               perish for want of Food: And pleased at last with that Thought, and toil'd and tired
               by Rage and Indignation, he laid himself down, and sullenly resolved upon dying,<pb n="92"/> and refused all things that were brought him.</p>

            <p>This did not a little vex the Captain, and the more so, because, he found almost all
               of 'em of the same Humour; so that the loss of so many brave Slaves, so tall and
               goodly to behold, wou'd have been very considerable: He therefore order'd one to go
               from him (for he wou'd not be seen himself) to <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko,</hi> and to assure him
               he was afflicted for having rashly done so unhospitable a Deed, and which cou'd not
               be now remedied, since they were far from shore; but since he resented it in so high
               a nature, he assur'd him he wou'd revoke his Resolution, and set both him and his
               Friends a-shore on the next Land they shou'd touch at; and of this the Messenger gave
                  <pb n="93"/> him his Oath, provided he wou'd resolve to live: And
                  <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko,</hi> whose Honour was such as he never had violated a Word in his
               Life himself, much less a solemn Asseveration; believ'd in an instant what this Man
               said, but reply'd, He expected for a Confirmation of this, to have his shameful
               Fetters dismiss'd. This Demand was carried to the <hi rend="italic">Captain,</hi> who return'd him
               answer, That the Offence had been so great which he had put upon the Prince, that he
               durst not trust him with Liberty while he remained in the Ship, for fear lest by a
               Valour natural to him, and a Revenge that would animate that Valour, he might commit
               some Outrage fatal to himself and the <hi rend="italic">King</hi> his Master, to whom his Vessel
               did belong. To this <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> replied,<pb n="94"/> he would engage his Honour
               to behave himself in all friendly Order and Manner, and obey the Command of the
                  <hi rend="italic">Captain,</hi> as he was Lord of the <hi rend="italic">King</hi>'s Vessel, and General of
               those Men under his Command.</p>

            <p>This was deliver'd to the still doubting <hi rend="italic">Captain,</hi> who could not resolve to
               trust a <hi rend="italic">Heathen</hi> he said, upon his <ref target="Parole_" corresp="Parole">Parole</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Parole" target="Parole_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Pledge, oath</note>, a Man that had no sence or
               notion of the God that he Worshipp'd. <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> then replied, He was very
               sorry to hear that the <hi rend="italic">Captain</hi> pretended to the Knowledge and Worship of any
                  <hi rend="italic">Gods,</hi> who had taught him no better Principles, than not to Credit as he
               would be Credited: but they told him the Difference of their Faith occasion'd that
               Distrust: For the <hi rend="italic">Captain</hi> had protested to him upon the Word of a
                  <hi rend="italic">Christian,</hi>
                            <pb n="95"/> and sworn in the Name of a Great <hi rend="italic">GOD;</hi>
               which if he shou'd violate, he would expect eternal Torment in the World to come.
                  <hi rend="italic">Is that all the Obligation he has to be Just to his Oath,</hi> replied
                  <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko? Let him know I Swear by my Honour, which to violate, wou'd not only
                  render me contemptible and despised by all brave and honest Men, and so give my
                  self perpetual pain, but it wou'd be eternally offending and diseasing all
                  Mankind, harming, betraying, circumventing and outraging all Men; but Punishments
                  hereafter are suffer'd by ones self; and the World takes no cognizances whether
                  this</hi> God <hi rend="italic">have revenged em, or not, tis done so secretly, and deferr'd so
                  long: While the Man of no Honour, suffers every moment the scorn and contempt of
                  the honester World, and dies every day ignominiously in his Fame, which</hi>
                            <pb n="96"/>
               <hi rend="italic">is more valuable than Life: I speak not this to move Belief, but to shew you how
                  you mistake, when you imagine, That he who will violate his Honour, will keep his
                  Word with his</hi> Gods. So turning from him with a disdainful smile, he refused
               to answer him, when he urg'd him to know what Answer he shou'd carry back to his
                  <hi rend="italic">Captain;</hi> so that he departed without saying any more.</p>

            <p>The <hi rend="italic">Captain</hi> pondering and consulting what to do, it was concluded that
               nothing but <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi>'s Liberty wou'd encourage any of the rest to eat,
               except the <hi rend="italic">French-</hi>man, whom the <hi rend="italic">Captain</hi> cou'd not pretend to keep
               Prisoner, but only told him he was secured because he might act something in favour
               of the Prince, but that he shou'd be freed as soon <pb n="97"/> as they came to Land.
               So that they concluded it wholly necessary to free the Prince from his Irons, that he
               might show himself to the rest; that they might have an Eye upon him, and that they
               cou'd not fear a single Man.</p>

            <p>This being resolv'd, to make the Obligation the greater, the Captain himself went to
                  <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko;</hi> where, after many Complements, and Assurances of what he had
               already promis'd, he receiving from the Prince his <hi rend="italic">Parole,</hi> and his Hand, for
               his good Behaviour, dismiss'd his Irons, and brought him to his own Cabin; where,
               after having treated and repos'd him a while, for he had neither eat nor slept in
               four Days before, he besought him to visit those obstinate People in Chains, who
               refus'd all manner <pb n="98"/> of Sustenance; and intreated him to oblige 'em to
               eat, and assure 'em of their Liberty the first Opportunity.</p>

            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko,</hi> who was too generous, not to give Credit to his Words, shew'd
               himself to his People, who were transported with Excess of Joy at the sight of their
               Darling Prince; falling at his Feet, and kissing and embracing 'em; believing, as
               some Divine Oracle, all he assur'd 'em. But he besought 'em to bear their Chains with
               that Bravery that became those whom he had seen act so nobly in Arms; and that they
               cou'd not give him greater Proofs of their Love and Friendship, since 'twas all the
               Security the Captain (his Friend) cou'd have, against the Revenge, he said, they
               might possibly justly take, for the <pb n="99"/> Injuries sustain'd by him. And they
               all, with one Accord, assur'd him, they cou'd not suffer enough, when it was for his
               Repose and Safety.</p>

            <p>After this they no longer refus'd to eat, but took what was brought 'em, and were
               pleas'd with their Captivity, since by it they hop'd to redeem the Prince, who, all
               the rest of the Voyage, was treated with all the Respect due to his Birth, though
               nothing cou'd divert his Melancholy; and he wou'd often sigh for <hi rend="italic">Imoinda,</hi>
               and think this a Punishment due to his Misfortune, in having left that noble Maid
               behind him, that fatal Night, in the <hi rend="italic">Otan,</hi> when he fled to the Camp.</p>

            <p>Possess'd with a thousand Thoughts of past Joys with this fair young Person, and a
               thousand <pb n="100"/> Griefs for her eternal Loss, he endur'd a tedious Voyage, and
               at last arriv'd at the Mouth of the River of <hi rend="italic">Surinam,</hi> a Colony belonging to
               the King of <hi rend="italic">England,</hi> and where they were to deliver some part of their
               Slaves. There the Merchants and Gentlemen of the Country going on Board, to demand
               those Lots of Slaves they had already agreed on; and, amongst those, the Over-seers
               of those Plantations where I then chanc'd to be, the Captain, who had given the Word,
               order'd his Men to bring up those noble Slaves in Fetters, whom I have spoken of; and
               having put 'em, some in one, and some in other Lots, with Women and Children (which
               they call <ref target="Pickaninies_" corresp="Pickaninies">Pickaninies</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Pickaninies" target="Pickaninies_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Dark-skinned
                  children, usually of African descent. The term is likely a pidgin form of the
                  Portuguese word pequenino.</note>,) they sold 'em off, as Slaves, to several
               Merchants and Gentlemen; not <pb n="101"/>putting any two in one Lot, because they
               wou'd separate 'em far from each other; not daring to trust 'em together, lest Rage
               and Courage shou'd put 'em upon contriving some great Action, to the Ruin of the
               Colony.</p>

            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> was first seiz'd on, and sold to our Over-seer, who had the first
               Lot, with seventeen more of all sorts and sizes; but not one of Quality with him.
               When he saw this, he found what they meant; for, as I said, he understood
                  <hi rend="italic">English</hi> pretty well; and being wholly unarm'd and defenceless, so as it
               was in vain to make any Resistance, he only beheld the Captain with a Look all fierce
               and disdainful, upbraiding him with Eyes, that forc'd Blushes on his guilty Cheeks,
               he only cry'd, in passing over the Side of the Ship, <pb n="102"/>
                            <hi rend="italic">Farewel, Sir:
                  'Tis worth my Suffering, to gain so true a Knowledge both of you, and of your Gods
                  by whom you swear.</hi> And desiring those that held him to forbear their pains,
               and telling 'em he wou'd make no Resistance, he cry'd, <hi rend="italic">Come, my Fellow-Slaves;
                  let as descend, and see if we can meet with more Honour and Honesty in the next
                  World we shall touch upon.</hi> So he nimbly leap'd into the Boat, and shewing no
               more Concern, suffer'd himself to be row'd up the River, with his seventeen
               Companions.</p>

            <p>The Gentleman that bought him was a young <hi rend="italic">Cornish</hi> Gentleman, whose Name was
                  <hi rend="italic">Trefry;</hi> a Man of great Wit, and fine Learning, and was carry'd into those
               Parts by the <ref target="Lord_" corresp="Lord">Lord—Governor</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Lord" target="Lord_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Lord Willoughby was
                  the governor of Surinam and the owner of the Parham plantation. Trefy was there to
                  oversee the plantation in Willoughby's absence.</note>, to manage all his Affairs.
               He reflecting on the last Words of <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> to the <pb n="103"/>Captain, and
               beholding the Richness of his <ref target="Oroonoko_" corresp="Oroonoko">Vest</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Oroonoko" target="Oroonoko_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">clothing</note>, no sooner came into the Boat, but he fix'd his Eyes on him; and
               finding something so extraordinary in his Face, his Shape and Mien, a Greatness of
               Look, and Haughtiness in his Air, and finding he spoke <hi rend="italic">English,</hi> had a great
               mind to be enquiring into his Quality and Fortune; which, though <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi>
               endeavour'd to hide, by only confessing he was above the Rank of common Slaves,
                  <hi rend="italic">Trefry</hi> soon found he was yet something greater than he confess'd; and
               from that Moment began to conceive so vast an Esteem for him, that he ever after
               lov'd him as his dearest Brother, and shew'd him all the Civilities due to so great a
               Man.</p>

            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Trefry</hi> was a very good Mathematician, and a Linguist; cou'd<pb n="104"/>
               speak <hi rend="italic">French</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Spanish;</hi> and in the three Days they remain'd in
               the Boat (for so long were they going from the Ship, to the Plantation) he
               entertain'd <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> so agreeably with his Art and Discourse, that he was no
               less pleas'd with <hi rend="italic">Trefry,</hi> than he was with the Prince; and he thought
               himself, at least, fortunate in this, that since he was a Slave, as long as he wou'd
               suffer himself to remain so, he had a Man of so excellent Wit and Parts for a Master:
               So that before they had finish'd their Voyage up the River, he made no scruple of
               declaring to <hi rend="italic">Trefry</hi> all his Fortunes, and most part of what I have here
               related, and put himself wholly into the Hands of his new Friend, whom he found
               resenting all the Injuries were done him, and was charm'd with all the Greatnesses of
               his Actions; <pb n="105"/>which were recited with that Modesty, and delicate Sence,
               as wholly vanquish'd him, and subdu'd him to his Interest. And he promis'd him on his
               Word and Honour, he wou'd find the Means to re-conduct him to his own Country again:
               assuring him, he had a perfect Abhorrence of so dishonourable an Action; and that he
               wou'd sooner have dy'd, than have been the Author of such a Perfidy. He found the
               Prince was very much concern'd to know what became of his Friends, and how they took
               their Slavery; and <hi rend="italic">Trefry</hi> promis'd to take care about the enquiring after
               their Condition, and that he shou'd have an Account of 'em.</p>

            <p>Though, as <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> afterwards said, he had little Reason to credit the
               Words of a <ref target="Backearary_" corresp="Backearary">Backearary</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Backearary" target="Backearary_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">An altered from of
                  bakra, buckra, or buccra, a word used in Surinam for master.</note>, yet he knew
               not why; but he saw a kind<pb n="106"/> of Sincerity, and awful Truth in the Face of
                  <hi rend="italic">Trefry;</hi> he saw an Honesty in his Eyes, and he found him wise and witty
               enough to understand Honour; for it was one of his Maxims, <hi rend="italic">A Man of Wit cou'd not
                  be a Knave or Villain.</hi>
            </p>

            <p>In their passage up the <ref target="River_" corresp="River">River</ref>
                            <note xml:id="River" target="River_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">The
                  Suriname River</note>, they put in at several Houses for Refreshment; and ever
               when they landed, numbers of People wou'd flock to behold this Man; not but their
               Eyes were daily entertain'd with the sight of Slaves, but the Fame of
                  <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> was gone before him, and all People were in Admiration of his
               Beauty. Besides, he had a rich Habit on, in which he was taken, so different from the
               rest, and which the Captain cou'd not strip him of, because he was forc'd to surprize
               his Person in the Minute he sold him. When he found his<pb n="107"/> Habit made him
               liable, as he thought, to be gaz'd at the more, he begg'd <hi rend="italic">Trefry</hi> to give him
               something more befitting a Slave; which he did, and took off his Robes. Nevertheless,
               he shone through all; and his <ref target="Osenbrigs_" corresp="Osenbrigs">Osenbrigs</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Osenbrigs" target="Osenbrigs_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">A
                  kind of coarse linen used for hard-wearing clothing that was produced in
                  Osnabruck, Germany. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note> (a sort of brown
                  <hi rend="italic">Holland</hi> Suit he had on) cou'd not conceal the Graces of his Looks and
               Mien; and he had no less Admirers, than when he had his dazeling Habit on: The Royal
               Youth appear'd in spight of the Slave, and People cou'd not help treating him after a
               different manner, without designing it: As soon as they approach'd him, they
               venerated and esteem'd him; his Eyes insensibly commanded Respect, and his Behaviour
               insinuated it into every Soul. So that there was nothing talk'd of but this young and
               gallant Slave, even by those who yet knew not that he was a Prince.</p>

            <p>
               <pb n="108"/> I ought to tell you, that the <hi rend="italic">Christians</hi> never buy any Slaves
               but they give 'em some Name of their own, their native ones being likely very
               barbarous, and hard to pronounce; so that Mr. <hi rend="italic">Trefry</hi> gave <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi>
               that of <ref target="Caesar_" corresp="Caesar">Caesar</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Caesar" target="Caesar_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Slaves were often
                  given the names of powerful Romans, which was often a way of mocking their
                  profound lack of power. Here, too, as Janet Todd notes, Behn sometimes referred to
                  James II as Caesar, so this forms another link between Oroonoko and the Stuart
                  monarchy.</note>; which Name will live in that Country as long as that (scarce
               more) glorious one of the great <hi rend="italic">Roman;</hi> for 'tis most evident, he wanted no
               part of the Personal Courage of that <hi rend="italic">Caesar,</hi> and acted things as memorable,
               had they been done in some part of the World replenish'd with People, and Historians,
               that might have given him his due. But his Misfortune was, to fall in an obscure
               World, that afforded only a Female Pen to celebrate his Fame; though I doubt not but
               it had liv'd from others Endeavours, if the <hi rend="italic">Dutch,</hi> who, immediately after
               his <pb n="109"/>Time, took that <ref target="Country_" corresp="Country">Country</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Country" target="Country_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Surinam was turned over to the Dutch in the Treaty of Breda in 1667, just after
                  the action of this story takes place.</note>, had not kill'd, banish'd and
               dispers'd all those that were capable of giving the World this great Man's Life, much
               better than I have done. And Mr. <hi rend="italic">Trefry,</hi> who design'd it, dy'd before he
               began it; and bemoan'd himself for not having undertook it in time.</p>

            <p>For the future therefore, I must call <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko, Caesar,</hi> since by that Name
               only he was known in our Western World, and by that Name he was receiv'd on Shoar at
                  <ref target="Parham_" corresp="Parham">Parham-House</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Parham" target="Parham_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">The main house on
                  the Parham plantation.</note>, where he was destin'd a Slave. But if the King
               himself (God bless him) had come a-shore, there cou'd not have been greater
               Expectations by all the whole Plantation, and those neighbouring ones, than was on
               ours at that time; and he was receiv'd more like a Governor, than <pb n="110"/> a
               Slave. Notwithstanding, as the Custom was, they assign'd him his Portion of Land, his
               House, and his Business, up in the Plantation. But as it was more for Form, than any
               Design, to put him to his Task, he endur'd no more of the Slave but the Name, and
               remain'd some Days in the House, receiving all Visits that were made him, without
               stirring towards that part of the Plantation where the <hi rend="italic">Negroes</hi> were.</p>

            <p>At last, he wou'd needs go view his Land, his House, and the Business assign'd him.
               But he no sooner came to the Houses of the Slaves, which are like a little Town by it
               self, the <hi rend="italic">Negroes</hi> all having left Work, but they all came forth to behold
               him, and found he was that Prince who had, at several times, sold most of 'em to
               these <pb n="111"/> Parts; and, from a Veneration they pay to great Men, especially
               if they know 'em, and from the Surprize and Awe they had at the sight of him, they
               all cast themselves at his Feet, crying out, in their Language, <hi rend="italic">Live, O King!
                  Long live, O King!</hi> And kissing his Feet, paid him even Divine Homage.</p>

            <p>Several <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Gentlemen were with him; and what Mr. <hi rend="italic">Trefry</hi> had
               told 'em, was here confirm'd; of which he himself before had no other Witness than
                  <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> himself: But he was infinitely glad to find his Grandure confirm'd
               by the Adoration of all the Slaves.</p>

            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> troubl'd with their Over-Joy, and Over-Ceremony, besought 'em to
               rise, and to receive him as their Fellow-Slave; assuring them, he was no better. At
               which <pb n="112"/> they set up with one Accord a most terrible and hidious Mourning
               and condoling, which he and the <hi rend="italic">English</hi> had much a-do to appease; but at
               last they prevail'd with 'em, and they prepar'd all their barbarous Musick, and every
               one kill'd and dress'd something of his own Stock (for every Family has their Land
               apart, on which, at their leisuretimes, they breed all eatable things;) and clubbing
               it together, made a most magnificent Supper, inviting their <ref target="Grandee_" corresp="Grandee">Grandee</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Grandee" target="Grandee_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">A Spanish or Portugese nobleman of the highest
                  rank. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note> Captain, their <hi rend="italic">Prince,</hi> to
               honour it with his Presence; which he did, and several <hi rend="italic">English</hi> with him;
               where they all waited on him, some playing, others dancing before him all the time,
               according to the Manners of their several Nations; and with unwearied Industry,
               endeavouring to please and delight him.</p>

            <p>
               <pb n="129"/>
               <ref target="Eye-Witnesses_" corresp="Eye-Witnesses"/>
                            <note xml:id="Eye-Witnesses" target="Eye-Witnesses_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">In the first edition, there is a page number skip
                  from page 112 to page 129. One possible explanation for this as that a sheet,
                  which would have had exactly sixteen pages in the original octavo format of this
                  book, was removed for corrections. When he returned the sheet with the corrected
                  type, the printed continued with the original pagination of the preceding sheet,
                  perhaps forgetting that sixteen page numbers would then be missing. No text is
                  missing; it's simply an error in pagination.</note> While they sat at Meat Mr.
                  <hi rend="italic">Trefry</hi> told <hi rend="italic">Caesar,</hi> that most of these young <hi rend="italic">Slaves</hi>
               were undon in Love, with a fine she <hi rend="italic">Slave,</hi> whom they had had about Six
               Months on their Land; the <hi rend="italic">Prince,</hi> who never heard the Name of <hi rend="italic">Love</hi>
               without a Sigh, nor any mention of it without the Curiosity of examining further into
               that tale, which of all Discourses was most agreeable to him, asked, how they came to
               be so Unhappy, as to be all Undon for one fair <hi rend="italic">Slave? Trefry,</hi> who was
               naturally Amorous, and lov'd to talk of Love as well as any body, proceeded to tell
               him, they had the most charming Black that ever was beheld on their
                  <hi rend="italic">Plantation,</hi> about Fifteen or Sixteen Years old, as he guest; that, for
               his part, he had done nothing but Sigh for her <pb n="130"/>ever since she came; and
               that all the white Beautys he had seen, never charm'd him so absolutely as this fine
               Creature had done; and that no Man, of any Nation, ever beheld her, that did not fall
               in Love with her; and that she had all the <hi rend="italic">Slaves</hi> perpetually at her Feet;
               and the whole Country resounded with the Fame of <hi rend="italic">Clemene,</hi> for so, said he,
               we have Christ'ned her: But she denys us all with such a noble Disdain, that 'tis a
               Miracle to see, that she, who can give such eternal Desires, shou'd herself be all
               Ice, and all Unconcern. She is adorn'd with the most Graceful Modesty that ever
               beautifyed Youth; the softest Sigher—that, if she were capable of Love, one would
               swear she languish'd for some absent happy Man; and<pb n="131"/> so retir'd, as if
               she fear'd a Rape even from the God of Day; or that the Breezes would steal Kisses
               from her delicate Mouth. Her Task of Work some sighing Lover every day makes it his
               Petition to perform for her, which she excepts blushing, and with reluctancy, for
               fear he will ask her a Look for a Recompence, which he dares not presume to hope; so
               great an Awe she strikes into the Hearts of her Admirers. <hi rend="italic">I do not wonder,</hi>
               replied the Prince, <hi rend="italic">that</hi> Clemene <hi rend="italic">shou'd refuse Slaves, being as you say
                  so Beautiful, but wonder how she escapes those who can entertain her as you can
                  do; or why, being your Slave, you do not oblige her to yield. I confess,</hi> said
                  <hi rend="italic">Trefry, when I have, against her will, entertain'd her with Love so long, as
                  to be transported</hi>
                            <pb n="132"/>
               <hi rend="italic">with my Passion; even above Decency, I have been ready to make use of those
                  advantages of Strength and Force Nature has given me. But oh! she disarms me, with
                  that Modesty and Weeping so tender and so moving, that I retire, and thank my
                  Stars she overcame me.</hi> The Company laught at his Civility to a
                  <hi rend="italic">Slave,</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> only applauded the nobleness of his Passion
               and Nature; since that Slave might be Noble, or, what was better, have true Notions
               of Honour and Vertue in her. Thus past they this Night, after having received, from
               the <hi rend="italic">Slaves,</hi> all imaginable Respect and Obedience.</p>

            <p>The next Day <hi rend="italic">Trefry</hi> ask'd <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> to walk, when the heat was
               allay'd, and designedly carried him by the Cottage of the <hi rend="italic">fair Slave;</hi> and
                  <pb n="133"/>told him, she whom he spoke of last Night liv'd there retir'd.
                  <hi rend="italic">But,</hi> says he, <hi rend="italic">I would not wish you to approach, for, I am sure, you
                  will be in Love as soon as you behold her. Caesar</hi> assur'd him, he was proof
               against all the Charms of that Sex; and that if he imagin'd his Heart cou'd be so
               perfidious to Love again, after <hi rend="italic">Imoinda,</hi> he believ'd he shou'd tear it from
               his Bosom: They had no sooner spoke, but a little shock Dog, that <hi rend="italic">Clemene</hi>
               had presented her, which she took great Delight in, ran out; and she, not knowing any
               body was there, ran to get it in again, and bolted out on those who were just
               Speaking of her: When seeing them, she wou'd have run in again; but <hi rend="italic">Trefry</hi>
               caught her by the Hand, and cry'd, Clemene, <hi rend="italic">however you</hi>
                            <pb n="134"/>
               <hi rend="italic">fly a Lover, you ought to pay some Respect to this Stranger:</hi> (pointing to
                  <hi rend="italic">Caesar)</hi> But she, as if she had resolv'd never to raise her Eyes to the
               Face of a Man again, bent 'em the more to the Earth, when he spoke, and gave the
                  <hi rend="italic">Prince</hi> the Leasure to look the more at her. There needed no long Gazing,
               or Consideration, to examin who this fair Creature was; he soon saw <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi>
               all over her; in a Minute he saw her Face, her Shape, her Air, her Modesty, and all
               that call'd forth his Soul with Joy at his Eyes, and left his Body destitute of
               almost Life; it stood without Motion, and, for a Minute, knew not that it had a
               Being; and, I believe, he had never come to himself, so opprest he was with over-Joy,
               if he had not met <pb n="135"/> with this Allay, that he perceiv'd <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi>
               fall dead in the Hands of <hi rend="italic">Trefry:</hi> this awaken'd him, and he ran to her aid,
               and caught her in his Arms, where, by degrees, she came to herself; and 'tis needless
               to tell with what transports, what extasies of Joy, they both a while beheld each
               other, without Speaking; then Snatcht each other to their Arms; then Gaze again, as
               if they still doubted whether they possess'd the Blessing: They Graspt, but when they
               recovered their Speech, 'tis not to be imagin'd, what tender things they exprest to
               each other; wondering what strange Fate had brought 'em again together. They soon
               inform'd each other of their Fortunes, and equally bewail'd their Fate; but, at the
                  same<pb n="136"/> time, they mutually protested, that even Fetters and Slavery
               were Soft and Easy; and wou'd be supported with Joy and Pleasure, while they cou'd be
               so happy to possess each other, and to be able to make good their Vows.
                  <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> swore he disdain'd the Empire of the World, while he cou'd behold
               his <hi rend="italic">Imoinda;</hi> and she despis'd Grandure and Pomp, those Vanities of her Sex,
               when she cou'd Gaze on <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko.</hi> He ador'd the very Cottage where she
               resided, and said, That little Inch of the World wou'd give him more Happiness than
               all the Universe cou'd do; and she vow'd, It was a Pallace, while adorn'd with the
               Presence of <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko.</hi>
            </p>

            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Trefry</hi> was infinitely pleas'd with this <ref target="Novel_" corresp="Novel">Novel</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Novel" target="Novel_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">To Behn and her readers, the word "novel" would
                  have been associated with short romantic stories set among the aristocracy; the
                  story of Oroonoko and Imoinda that Trefry has just heard fits that definition.
                  "Novel" only gained its modern sense decades later.</note>
                            <hi rend="italic">Clemene</hi>
                            <pb n="137"/> was the Fair Mistress of whom <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> had before spoke; and was
               not a little satisfied, that Heaven was so kind to the <hi rend="italic">Prince,</hi> as to sweeten
               his Misfortunes by so lucky an Accident; and leaving the Lovers to themselves, was
               impatient to come down to <hi rend="italic">Parham House,</hi> (which was on the same
                  <hi rend="italic">Plantation)</hi> to give me an Account of what had hapned. I was as impatient
               to make these Lovers a Visit, having already made a Friendship with <hi rend="italic">Caesar;</hi>
               and from his own Mouth learn'd what I have related, which was confirmed by his
               French-man, who was set on Shore to seek his Fortunes; and of whom they cou'd not
               make a Slave, because a Christian; and he came daily to <hi rend="italic">Parham Hill</hi> to see
               and pay his Respects<pb n="138"/> to his Purple <hi rend="italic">Prince:</hi> So that concerning
               and intresting my self, in all that related to <hi rend="italic">Caesar,</hi> whom I had assur'd of
               Liberty, as soon as the Governor arriv'd, I hasted presently to the Place where the
               Lovers were, and was infinitely glad to find this Beautiful young <hi rend="italic">Slave</hi> (who
               had already gain'd all our Esteems, for her Modesty and her extraordinary Prettyness)
               to be the same I had heard <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> speak so much off. One may imagine then,
               we paid her a treble Respect; and though from her being carv'd in fine Flowers and
               Birds all over her Body, we took her to be of Quality before, yet, when we knew
                  <hi rend="italic">Clemene</hi> was <hi rend="italic">Imoinda,</hi> we cou'd not enough admire her.</p>

            <p>I had forgot to tell you, that <pb n="139"/> those who are Nobly born of that
               Country, are so delicately <ref target="Cut_" corresp="Cut">Cut and Rac'd</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Cut" target="Cut_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">To
                  cut or slash (a shoe, item of clothing) for decorative purposes. Source: Oxford
                  English Dictionary, “race”)</note> all over the fore-part of the Trunk of their
               Bodies, that it looks as if it were <ref target="Japan_" corresp="Japan">Japan'd</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Japan" target="Japan_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Lacquered, or covered with a glossy material; in
                  this period, highly-lacquered glossy black surfaces were associated with Japan,
                  which exported such goods to Europe.</note>; the Works being raised like high
               Poynt round the Edges of the Flowers: Some are only Carv'd with a little Flower, or
               Bird, at the Sides of the Temples, as was <hi rend="italic">Caesar;</hi> and those who are so
               Carv'd over the Body, resemble our Ancient <ref target="Picts_" corresp="Picts">Picts,</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Picts" target="Picts_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">The Picts were an ancient tribe in the northern
                  part of Britain who were known to paint and tattoo their bodies. The engravings of
                  Picts in Thomas Hariot’s A Brief and True Report of the New Found Land of Virginia
                  (1588) are accompanied by the comment that "the markings of the Picts were similar
                  to those of the Native Americans in Virginia.” Source: Wikipedia</note> that are
               figur'd in the Chronicles, but these Carvings are more delicate.</p>

            <p>From that happy Day <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> took <hi rend="italic">Clemene</hi> for his Wife, to the
               general Joy of all People; and there was as much Magnificence as the Country wou'd
               afford at the Celebration of this Wedding: and in a very short time after she <pb n="140"/>conceiv'd with Child; which made <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> even adore her, knowing
               he was the last of his Great Race. This new Accident made him more Impatient of
               Liberty, and he was every Day treating with <hi rend="italic">Trefry</hi> for his and
                  <hi rend="italic">Clemene's</hi> Liberty; and offer'd either Gold, or a vast quantity of Slaves,
               which shou'd be paid before they let him go, provided he cou'd have any Security that
               he shou'd go when his Ransom was paid: They fed him from Day to Day with Promises,
               and delay'd him, till the Lord Governor shou'd come; so that he began to suspect them
               of falshood, and that they wou'd delay him till the time of his Wives delivery, and
               make a Slave of that too, For all the Breed is<pb n="141"/> theirs to whom the
               Parents belong: This Thought made him very uneasy, and his Sullenness gave them some
               Jealousies of him; so that I was oblig'd, by some Persons, who fear'd a Mutiny (which
               is very Fatal sometimes in those Colonies, that abound so with Slaves, that they
               exceed the Whites in vast Numbers) to discourse with <hi rend="italic">Caesar,</hi> and to give him
               all the Satisfaction I possibly cou'd; they knew he and <hi rend="italic">Clemene</hi> were scarce
               an Hour in a Day from my Lodgings; that they eat with me, and that I oblig'd 'em in
               all things I was capable of: I entertain'd him with the Lives of the Romans, and
               great Men, which charm'd him to my Company; and her, with teaching her all the pretty
               Works that I was Mistress <pb n="142"/>of; and telling her Stories of Nuns, and
               endeavoring to bring her to the knowledge of the true God. But of all Discourses
                  <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> lik'd that the worst, and wou'd never be reconcil'd to our Notions
               of the Trinity, of which he ever made a Jest; it was a Riddle, he said, wou'd turn
               his Brain to conceive, and one cou'd not make him understand what Faith was. However,
               these Conversations fail'd not altogether so well to divert him, that he lik'd the
               Company of us Women much above the Men; for he cou'd not Drink; and he is but an ill
               Companion in that Country that cannot: So that obliging him to love us very well, we
               had all the Liberty of Speech with him, especially my self, whom he call'd <pb n="143"/> his <hi rend="italic">Great Mistress;</hi> and indeed my Word wou'd go a great way
               with him. For these Reasons, I had Opportunity to take notice to him, that he was not
               well pleasd of late, as he us'd to be; was more retir'd and thoughtful; and told him,
               I took it Ill he shou'd Suspect we wou'd break our Words with him, and not permit
               both him and <hi rend="italic">Clemene</hi> to return to his own Kingdom, which was not so long a
               way, but when he was once on his Voyage he wou'd quickly arrive there. He made me
               some Answers that shew'd a doubt in him, which made me ask him, what advantage it
               wou'd be to doubt? it would but give us a Fear of him, and possibly compel us to
               treat him so as I shou'd be<pb n="144"/> very loath to behold: that is, it might
               occasion his Confinement. Perhaps this was not so Luckily spoke of me, for I
               perceiv'd he resented that Word, which I strove to Soften again in vain: However, he
               assur'd me, that whatsoever Resolutions he shou'd take, he wou'd Act nothing upon the
               White-People; and as for my self, and those upon that <hi rend="italic">Plantation</hi> where he
               was, he wou'd sooner forfeit his eternal Liberty, and Life it self, than lift his
               Hand against his greatest Enemy on that Place: He besought me to suffer no Fears upon
               his Account, for he cou'd do nothing that Honour shou'd not dictate; but he accus'd
               himself for having suffer'd Slavery so long; yet he charg'd that weakness on Love
               alone, who<pb n="145"/> was capable of making him neglect even Glory it self; and,
               for which, now he reproches himself every moment of the Day. Much more to this effect
               he spoke, with an Air impatient enough to make me know he wou'd not be long in
               Bondage; and though he suffer'd only the Name of a Slave, and had nothing of the Toil
               and Labour of one, yet that was sufficient to render him Uneasy; and he had been too
               long Idle, who us'd to be always in Action, and in Arms: He had a Spirit all Rough
               and Fierce, and that cou'd not be tam'd to lazy Rest; and though all endeavors were
               us'd to exercise himself in such Actions and Sports as this World afforded, as
               Running, Wrastling, Pitching the Bar, Hunting and Fishing,<pb n="146"/> Chasing and
               Killing <hi rend="italic">Tigers</hi> of a monstrous Size, which this Continent affords in
               abundance; and wonderful <hi rend="italic">Snakes,</hi> such as <ref target="Alexander_" corresp="Alexander">Alexander</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Alexander" target="Alexander_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">The reference here is to Alexander the Great, who
                  by legend met Thallestris, the Queen of the Amazons, a race of female warriors,
                  whose home was near the river Jaxartes, which reportedly had brightly-colored
                  poisonous snakes. There is no historical evidence for this, but the stories were
                  told over and over again in historical romances from antiquity onwards, which is
                  the context that Behn is invoking here.</note> is reported to have incounter'd at
               the River of <hi rend="italic">Amazons,</hi> and which <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> took great Delight to
               overcome; yet these were not Actions great enough for his large Soul, which was still
               panting after more renown'd Action.</p>

            <p>Before I parted that Day with him, I got, with much ado, a Promise from him to rest
               yet a little longer with Patience, and wait the coming of the Lord Governor, who was
               every Day expected on our Shore; he assur'd me he wou'd, and this Promise he desired
               me to know was given perfectly in Complaisance to me,<pb n="147"/>in whom he had an
               intire Confidence.</p>

            <p>After this, I neither thought it convenient to trust him much out of our View, nor
               did the Country who fear'd him; but with one accord it was advis'd to treat him
               Fairly, and oblige him to remain within such a compass, and that he shou'd be
               permitted, as seldom as cou'd be, to go up to the Plantations of the Negroes; or, if
               he did, to be accompany'd by some that shou'd be rather in appearance Attendants than
               Spys. This Care was for some time taken, and <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> look'd upon it as a Mark
               of extraordinary Respect, and was glad his discontent had oblig'd 'em to be more
               observant to him; he received new assurance from <pb n="148"/>the Overseer, which was
               confirmed to him by the Opinion of all the Gentlemen of the Country, who made their
               court to him: During this time that we had his Company more frequently than hitherto
               we had had, it may not be unpleasant to relate to you the Diversions we entertain'd
               him with, or rather he us.</p>

            <p>My stay was to be short in that Country, because my Father dy'd at Sea, and never
               arriv'd to possess the Honour was design'd him, (which was Lieutenant-General of Six
               and thirty Islands, besides the Continent of <hi rend="italic">Surinam)</hi> nor the advantages he
               hop'd to reap by them; so that though we were oblig'd to continue on our Voyage, we
               did not <pb n="149"/>intend to stay upon the Place: Though, in a Word, I must say
               thus much of it, That certainly had <ref target="Majesty_" corresp="Majesty">his late Majesty, of sacred Memory,</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Majesty" target="Majesty_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Charles II, who ruled from 1660 to 1685. As a staunch supporter of the Stuart monarchy, Behn laments his comparatively recent death, and also that he allowed Surinam and by extension the British foothold in South America, to go to the Dutch as one of the terms of the Treaty of Breda in 1667.</note> but seen and
               known what a vast and charming World he had been Master off in that Continent, he
               would never have parted so Easily with it to the <hi rend="italic">Dutch.</hi> 'Tis a Continent
               whose vast Extent was never yet known, and may contain more Noble Earth than all the
               Universe besides; for, they say, it reaches from East to West; one Way as far as
                  <hi rend="italic">China,</hi> and another to <hi rend="italic">Peru:</hi> It affords all things both for
               Beauty and Use; 'tis there Eternal Spring, always the very Months of <hi rend="italic">April,
                  May</hi> and <hi rend="italic">June;</hi> the Shades are perpetual, the Trees, bearing at once
               all degrees of Leaves and Fruit,<pb n="150"/> from blooming Buds to ripe Autumn;
               Groves of Oranges, Limons, Citrons, Figs, Nutmegs, and noble Aromaticks, continually
               bearing their Fragrancies. The Trees appearing all like <ref target="Nosegays_" corresp="Nosegays">Nosegays</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Nosegays" target="Nosegays_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Fragrant bouquets</note> adorn'd with Flowers of
               different kind; some are all White, some Purple, some Scarlet, some Blew, some
               Yellow; bearing, at the same time, Ripe Fruit and Blooming Young, or producing every
               Day new. The very Wood of all these Trees have an intrinsick Value above common
               Timber; for they are, when cut, of different Colours, glorious to behold; and bear a
               Price considerable, to inlay withal. Besides this, they yield rich Balm, and Gums; so
               that we make our Candles of such an Aromatick Substance, as<pb n="151"/> does not
               only give a sufficient Light, but, as they Burn, they cast their Perfumes all about.
               Cedar is the common Firing, and all the Houses are built with it. The very Meat we
               eat, when set on the Table, if it be Native, I mean of the Country, perfumes the
               whole Room; especially a little Beast call'd an <hi rend="italic">Armadilly,</hi> a thing which I
               can liken to nothing so well as a <hi rend="italic">Rhinoceros;</hi> 'tis all in white Armor so
               joynted, that it moves as well in it, as if it had nothing on; this Beast is about
               the bigness of a Pig of Six Weeks old. But it were endless to give an Account of all
               the divers Wonderfull and Strange things that Country affords, and which we took a
               very great Delight to go in search of; though <pb n="152"/>those adventures are
               oftentimes Fatal and at least Dangerous: But while we had <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> in our
               Company on these Designs we fear'd no harm, nor suffer'd any.</p>

            <p>As soon as I came into the Country, the best House in it was presented me, call'd St.
                  <hi rend="italic">John's Hill.</hi> It stood on a vast Rock of white Marble, at the Foot of
               which the River ran a vast depth down, and not to be descended on that side; the
               little Waves still dashing and washing the foot of this Rock, made the softest
               Murmurs and Purlings in the World; and the Oposite Bank was adorn'd with such vast
               quantities of different Flowers eternally Blowing, and every Day and Hour new, fenc'd
               behind 'em with lofty Trees of a Thousand rare<pb n="153"/> Forms and Colours, that
               the Prospect was the most raving that Sands can create. On the Edge of this white
               Rock, towards the River, was a Walk or Grove of Orange and Limon Trees, about half
               the length of the <ref target="Mall_" corresp="Mall">Mall</ref> here<note xml:id="Mall" target="Mall_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Pall
                  Mall, one of the straightest avenues in London, well known in Behn's era as a
                  place for the socially ambitious to promenade.</note>, whose Flowery and Fruity
               bear Branches meet at the top, and hinder'd the Sun, whose Rays are very fierce
               there, from entering a Beam into the Grove; and the cool Air that came from the River
               made it not only fit to entertain People in, at all the hottest Hours of the Day, but
               refresh'd the sweet Blossoms, and made it always Sweet and harming; and sure the
               whole Globe of the World cannot show so delightful a Place as this Grove was: Not all
               the Gardens of boasted<pb n="154"/>
               <hi rend="italic">Italy</hi> can produce a Shade to outvie this, which Nature had joyn'd with Art
               to render so exceeding Fine; and 'tis a marvel to see how such vast Trees, as big as
               English Oaks, cou'd take footing on so solid a Rock, and in so little Earth, as
               cover'd that Rock but all things by Nature there are Rare, Delightful and Wonderful.
               But to our Sports;</p>

            <p>Sometimes we wou'd go surprizing, and in search of young <ref target="Tigers_" corresp="Tigers">Tigers</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Tigers" target="Tigers_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">There are, of course, no tigers in Surinam, so
                  either Behn is thinking of some other kind of large carnivore such a jaguar (which
                  does exist in Surinam), or is fancifully adding this detail.</note> in their Dens,
               watching when the old Ones went forth to forage for Prey; and oftentimes we have been
               in great Danger, and have fled apace for our Lives, when surpriz'd by the <ref target="Dams_" corresp="Dams">Dams</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Dams" target="Dams_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Mothers</note>. But once, above
               all other times, we went on this Design, and <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> was with us, who had no
                  sooner<pb n="155"/>stol'n a young <hi rend="italic">Tiger</hi> from her Nest, but going off, we
               incounter'd the Dam, bearing a Buttock of a Cow, which he had torn off with his
               mighty Paw, and going with it towards his <hi rend="italic">Den;</hi> we had only four Women,
                  <hi rend="italic">Caesar,</hi> and an English Gentleman, Brother to <hi rend="italic">Harry Martin,</hi> the
               great <ref target="Oliverian_" corresp="Oliverian">Oliverian;</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Oliverian" target="Oliverian_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Follower of Oliver
                  Cromwell, the leader of the Parliamentary forces in the Civil War and head of the
                  Commonwealth government that ruled England in the 1650s.</note> we found there was
               no escaping this inrag'd and ravenous Beast. However, we Women fled as fast as we
               cou'd from it; but our Heels had not sav'd our Lives, if <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> had not laid
               down his <hi rend="italic">Cub,</hi> when he found the <hi rend="italic">Tiger</hi> quit her Prey to make the
               more speed towards him; and taking Mr. <hi rend="italic">Martin</hi>'s Sword desir'd him to stand
               aside, or follow the Ladies. He obey'd him, and <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> met this monstrous<pb n="156"/> Beast of might, size, and vast Limbs, who came with open Jaws upon him;
               and fixing his Awful stern Eyes full upon those of the Beast, and putting himself
               into a very steddy and good aiming posture of Defence, ran his Sword quite through
               his Breast down to his very Heart, home to the Hilt of the Sword; the dying Beast
               stretch'd forth her Paw, and going to grasp his Thigh, surpris'd with Death in that
               very moment, did him no other harm than fixing her long Nails in his Flesh very deep,
               feebly wounded him, but cou'd not grasp the Flesh to tear off any. When he had done
               this, he hollow'd to us to return; which, after some assurance of his Victory, we
               did, and found him lugging<pb n="157"/> out the Sword from the Bosom of the
                  <hi rend="italic">Tiger,</hi> who was laid in her Bloud on the Ground; he took up the
                  <hi rend="italic">Cub,</hi> and with an unconcern, that had nothing of the Joy or Gladness of a
               Victory, he came and laid the Whelp at my Feet: We all extreamly wonder'd at his
               Daring, and at the Bigness of the Beast, which was about the highth of an Heifer, but
               of mighty, great, and strong Limbs.</p>

            <p>Another time, being in the Woods, he kill'd a <hi rend="italic">Tiger,</hi> which had long infested
               that part, and born away abundance of Sheep and Oxen, and other things, that were for
               the support of those to whom they belong'd; abundance of People assail'd this Beast,
               some affirming they had shot her<pb n="158"/> with several Bullets quite through the
               Body, at several times; and some swearing they shot her through the very Heart, and
               they believ'd she was a Devil rather than a Mortal thing. <hi rend="italic">Caesar,</hi> had often
               said, he had a mind to encounter this Monster, and spoke with several Gentlemen who
               had attempted her; one crying, I shot her with so many poyson'd Arrows, another with
               his Gun in this part of her, and another in that; so that he remarking all these
               Places where she was shot, fancy'd still he shou'd overcome her, by giving her
               another sort of a Wound than any had yet done; and one day said (at the Table)
                  <hi rend="italic">What Trophies and Garlands Ladies will you make me, if I bring you home the
                  Heart of</hi>
               <pb n="159"/>
               <hi rend="italic">this Ravenous Beast, that eats up all your Lambs and Pigs?</hi> We all promis'd
               he shou'd be rewarded at all our Hands. So taking a Bow, which he chus'd out of a
               great many, he went up in the Wood with two Gentlemen, where he imagin'd this
               Devourer to be; they had not past very far in it, but they heard her Voice, growling
               and grumbling, as if she were pleas'd with something she was doing. When they came in
               view, they found her muzzling in the Belly of a new ravish'd Sheep, which she had
               torn open; and seeing herself approach'd, she took fast hold of her Prey, with her
               fore Paws, and set a very fierce raging Look on <hi rend="italic">Caesar,</hi> without offering to
               approach him; for fear, at the<pb n="160"/> same time, of loosing what she had in
               Possession. So that <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> remain'd a good while, only taking aim, and
               getting an opportunity to shoot her where he design'd; 'twas some time before he
               cou'd accomplish it, and to wound her, and not kill her, wou'd but have enrag'd her
               more, and indanger'd him: He had a Quiver of Arrows at his side, so that if one
               fail'd he cou'd be supply'd; at last, retiring a little, he gave her opportunity to
               eat, for he found she was Ravenous, and fell too as soon as she saw him retire; being
               more eager of her Prey than of doing new Mischiefs. When he going softly to one side
               of her, and hiding his Person behind certain Herbage that grew high and thick, <pb n="161"/>he took so good aim, that, as he intended, he shot her just into the Eye,
               and the Arrow was sent with so good a will, and so sure a hand, that it stuck in her
               Brain, and made her caper, and become mad for a moment or two; but being seconded by
               another Arrow, he fell dead upon the Prey: <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> cut him Open with a Knife,
               to see where those Wounds were that had been reported to him, and why he did not Die
               of 'em. But I shall now relate a thing that possibly will find no Credit among Men,
               because 'tis a Notion commonly receiv'd with us, That nothing can receive a Wound in
               the Heart and Live; but when the Heart of this courageous Animal was taken out, there
               were Seven<pb n="162"/> Bullets of Lead in it, and the Wounds seam'd up with great
               Scars, and she liv'd with the Bullets a great while, for it was long since they were
               shot: This Heart the Conqueror brought up to us, and 'twas a very great Curiosity,
               which all the Country came to see; and which gave <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> occasion of many
               fine Discourses; of Accidents in War, and Strange Escapes.</p>

            <p>At other times he wou'd go a Fishing; and discoursing on that Diversion, he found we
               had in that Country a very Strange Fish, call'd, a <ref target="Numb_" corresp="Numb">Numb Eel,</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Numb" target="Numb_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">An electric eel</note> (an <hi rend="italic">Eel</hi> of which I
               have eaten) that while it is alive, it has a quality so Cold, that those who are
               Angling, though with a Line of never so great a length, with a Rod <pb n="163"/>at
               the end of it, it shall, in the same minute the Bait is touched by this <hi rend="italic">Eel,</hi>
               seize him or her that holds the Rod with benumb'dness, that shall deprive 'em of
               Sense, for a while; and some have fall'n into the Water, and others drop'd as dead on
               the Banks of the Rivers where they stood, as soon as this Fish touches the Bait.
                  <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> us'd to laugh at this, and believ'd it impossible a Man cou'd
               loose his Force at the touch of a Fish; and cou'd not understand that Philosophy,
               that a cold Quality should be of that Nature: However, he had a great Curiosity to
               try whether it wou'd have the same effect on him it had on others, and often try'd,
               but in vain; at last, the sought for<pb n="164"/> Fish came to the Bait, as he stood
               Angling on the Bank; and instead of throwing away the Rod, or giving it a sudden
               twitch out of the Water, whereby he might have caught both the <hi rend="italic">Eel,</hi> and have
               dismist the Rod, before it cou'd have too much Power over him; for Experiment sake,
               he grasp'd it but the harder, and fainting fell into the River; and being still
               possest of the Rod, the Tide carry'd him senseless as he was a great way, till an
                  <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> Boat took him up; and perceiv'd, when they touch'd him, a Numbness
               seize them, and by that knew the Rod was in his Hand; which, with a Paddle (that is,
               a short Oar) they struck away, and snatch'd it into the Boat, <pb n="165"/>
                            <hi rend="italic">Eel</hi> and all. If <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> were almost Dead, with the effect of
               this Fish, he was more so with that of the Water, where he had remain'd the space of
               going a League; and they found they had much a-do to bring him back to Life: But, at
               last, they did, and brought him home, where he was in a few Hours well Recover'd and
               Refresh'd; and not a little Asham'd to find he shou'd be overcome by an <hi rend="italic">Eel;</hi>
               and that all the People, who heard his Defiance, wou'd Laugh at him. But we cheared
               him up; and he, being convinc'd, we had the <hi rend="italic">Eel</hi> at Supper; which was a
               quarter of an <ref target="Ell_" corresp="Ell">Ell</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Ell" target="Ell_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">An ell is a unit of
                  measurement; it varied from place to place and at different times, but an English
                  ell of this period would have been about 45 inches</note> about, and most delicate
               Meat; and was of the more Value, since it cost so<pb n="166"/>Dear, as almost the
               Life of so gallant a Man.</p>

            <p>About this time we were in many mortal Fears, about some Disputes the
                  <hi rend="italic">English</hi> had with the <hi rend="italic">Indians;</hi> so that we cou'd scarce trust our
               selves, without great Numbers, to go to any <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> Towns, or Place, where
               they abode; for fear they shou'd fall upon us, as they did immediately after my
               coming away; and that it was in the possession of the <hi rend="italic">Dutch,</hi> who us'd 'em
               not so civilly as the <hi rend="italic">English;</hi> so that they cut in pieces all they cou'd
               take, getting into Houses, and hanging up the Mother, and all her Children about her;
               and cut a Footman, I left behind me, all in Joynts, and nail'd him to Trees.</p>

            <p>
               <pb n="167"/> This feud began while I was there; so that I lost half the satisfaction
               I propos'd, in not seeing and visiting the <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> Towns. But one Day,
               bemoaning of our Misfortunes upon this account, <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> told us, we need not
               Fear; for if we had a mind to go, he wou'd undertake to be our Guard: Some wou'd, but
               most wou'd not venture; about Eighteen of us resolv'd, and took Barge; and, after
               Eight Days, arriv'd near an <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> Town: But approaching it, the Hearts of
               some of our Company fail'd, and they wou'd not venture on Shore; so we Poll'd who
               wou'd, and who wou'd not: For my part, I said, If <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> wou'd, I wou'd go;
               he resolv'd, so did my Brother, and<pb n="168"/> my Woman, a Maid of good Courage.
               Now none of us speaking the Language of the People, and imagining we shou'd have a
               half Diversion in Gazing only; and not knowing what they said, we took a Fisherman
               that liv'd at the Mouth of the River, who had been a long Inhabitant there, and
               oblig'd him to go with us: But because he was known to the <hi rend="italic">Indians,</hi> as
               trading among 'em; and being, by long Living there, become a perfect <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi>
               in Colour, we, who resolv'd to surprize 'em, by making 'em see something they never
               had seen, (that is, White People) resolv'd only my self, my Brother, and Woman shou'd
               go; so <hi rend="italic">Caesar,</hi> the Fisherman, and the rest, hiding behind some<pb n="169"/>
               thick Reeds and Flowers, that grew on the Banks, let us pass on towards the Town,
               which was on the Bank of the River all along. A little distant from the Houses, or
               Hutts; we saw some Dancing, others busy'd in fetching and carrying of Water from the
               River: They had no sooner spy'd us, but they set up a loud Cry, that frighted us at
               first; we thought it had been for those that should Kill us, but it seems it was of
               Wonder and Amazement. They were all Naked, and we were Dress'd, so as is most comode
               for the hot Countries, very Glittering and Rich; so that we appear'd extreamly fine;
               my own Hair was cut short, and I had a Taffaty Cap, with Black Feathers, on my<pb n="170"/> Head; my Brother was in a Stuff Sute, with Silver Loops and Buttons, and
               abundance of Green Ribon; this was all infinitely surprising to them, and because we
               saw them stand still, till we approach'd 'em, we took Heart and advanc'd; came up to
               'em, and offer'd 'em our Hands; which they took, and look'd on us round about,
               calling still for more Company; who came swarming out, all wondering, and crying out
                  <hi rend="italic">Tepeeme;</hi> taking their Hair up in their Hands, and spreading it wide to
               those they call'd out too; as if they would say (as indeed it signify'd)
                  <hi rend="italic">Numberless Wonders,</hi> or not to be recounted, no more than to number the
               Hair of their Heads. By degrees they grew<pb n="171"/> more bold, and from gazing
               upon us round, they touch'd us; laying their Hands upon all the Features of our
               Faces, feeling our Breasts and Arms, taking up one Petticoat, then wondering to see
               another; admiring our Shooes and Stockings, but more our Garters, which we gave 'em;
               and they ty'd about their Legs, being Lac'd with Silver Lace at the ends, for they
               much Esteem any <ref target="shining_" corresp="shining">shining things</ref>
                            <note xml:id="shining" target="shining" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Behn’s description of Native American gentleness and fascination with European
                  dress and trinkets is an exploitive theme common throughout early colonial
                  American literature. In most of the colonial writings regarding Native Americans,
                  the tribes encountered are often depicted as subservient and attracted to lustrous
                  items rather than those things which might possess monetary value. Writers of the
                  period employed instances of civil exchange, fascination, and amity between white
                  Europeans and Native Americans to engender merchants to settle the New World as
                  well as convince wealthy aristocrats and merchants to patron campaigns to
                  westernize and impose dominion by means of Christian conversion.</note>: In fine,
               we suffer'd 'em to survey us as they pleas'd, and we thought they wou'd never have
               done admiring us. When <hi rend="italic">Caesar,</hi> and the rest, saw we were receiv'd with such
               wonder, they came up to us; and finding the <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> Trader whom they knew,
               (for 'tis <pb n="172"/> by these Fishermen, call'd <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> Traders, we hold a
               Commerce with 'em; for they love not to go far from home, and we never go to them)
               when they saw him therefore they set up a new Joy; and cry'd, in their Language,
                  <hi rend="italic">Oh! here's our</hi>
               <ref target="Tiguamy_" corresp="Tiguamy">Tiguamy</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Tiguamy" target="Tiguamy_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Janet Todd notes that the phrase
                  "Amora tiguamy" appears in Antione Biet’s <hi rend="italic">Voyage de la France
                     équixonale en l’isle de Cayenne</hi> (1654, pp. 395-7). Todd argues that Behn
                  records a traditional greeting and provides the translation herself; however, it
                  should be noted that the term Amora has connection with the Latin Amore,
                  suggesting that Behn plays with contemporary accounts and phonetics to further
                  depict the indigenous characters as loving and peaceful. The phrase likely
                  developed out of interactions between the natives and the Spanish.</note>, <hi rend="italic">and
                  we shall now know whether those things can speak:</hi> So advancing to him, some
               of 'em gave him their Hands, and cry'd, <hi rend="italic">Amora Tiguamy,</hi> which is as much as,
                  <hi rend="italic">How do you,</hi> or <hi rend="italic">Welcome Friend;</hi> and all, with one din, began to
               gabble to him, and ask'd, If we had Sense, and Wit? if we cou'd talk of affairs of
               Life, and War, as they cou'd do? if we cou'd Hunt, Swim, and do a thousand things
               they use? He answer'd 'em, We cou'd. Then <pb n="173"/>they invited us into their
               Houses, and dress'd Venison and Buffelo for us; and, going out, gathered a Leaf of a
               Tree, call'd a <ref target="Sarumbo_" corresp="Sarumbo">Sarumbo</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Sarumbo" target="Sarumbo_">Todd notes that Behn borrowed the word sarumbo from Biet as well;
                  Biet observes that these large leaves were used as napkins.</note> Leaf, of Six
               Yards long, and spread it on the Ground for a Table-Cloth; and cutting another in
               pieces instead of Plates, setting us on little bow <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> Stools, which they
               cut out of one intire piece of Wood, and Paint, in a sort of Japan Work: They serve
               every one their <ref target="Mess_" corresp="Mess">Mess</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Mess" target="Mess_">A serving of food; a course; or a meal. Source: Oxford English
                  Dictionary</note> on these pieces of Leaves, and it was very good, but too high
               season'd with Pepper. When we had eat, my Brother, and I, took out our Flutes, and
               play'd to 'em, which gave 'em new Wonder; and I soon perceiv'd, by an admiration,
               that is natural to these<pb n="174"/> People; and by the extream Ignorance and
               Simplicity of 'em, it were not difficult to establish any unknown or extravagant
               Religion among them; and to impose any Notions or Fictions upon 'em. For seeing a
               Kinsman of mine set some Paper a Fire, with a <ref target="Burning_" corresp="Burning">Burning-glass</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Burning" target="Burning_">A lens, by which the rays of
                  the sun may be concentrated on an object, so as to burn it if combustible. Source:
                  Oxford English Dictionary</note>, a Trick they had never before seen, they were
               like to have Ador'd him for a God; and beg'd he wou'd give them the Characters or
               Figures of his Name, that they might oppose it against Winds and Storms; which he
               did, and they held it up in those Seasons, and fancy'd it had a Charm to conquer
               them; and kept it like a Holy Relique. They are very Superstitious, and call'd him
                  the<pb n="175"/> Great <hi rend="italic">Peeie,</hi> that is, <hi rend="italic">Prophet</hi>. They showed us
               their <hi rend="italic">Indian Peeie</hi> a Youth of about Sixteen Years old, as handsom as Nature
               cou'd make a Man. They consecrate a beautiful Youth from his Infancy, and all Arts
               are us'd to compleat him in the finest manner, both in Beauty and Shape: He is bred
               to all the little Arts and cunning they are capable of; to all the <ref target="Legerdemain_" corresp="Legerdemain">Legerdemain</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Legerdemain" target="Legerdemain_">Juggling or
                  conjuring tricks. Deception, from the French leger de main, literally "light of
                  hand."</note> Tricks, and Slight of Hand, whereby he imposes upon the Rabble; and
               is both a Doctor in Physick and Divinity. And by these Tricks makes the Sick believe
               he sometimes eases their Pains; by drawing from the afflicted part little Serpents,
               or odd Flies, or Worms, or any Strange thing; and though<pb n="176"/>they have
               besides undoubted good Remedies, for almost all their Diseases, they cure the Patient
               more by Fancy than by Medicines; and make themselves Fear'd, Lov'd, and <ref target="Reverenc_" corresp="Reverenc">Reverenc'd</ref>.<note xml:id="Reverenc" target="Reverenc_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Behn describes the tribe as
                  passing down its highest artistic and scientific knowledge to a select member who
                  undergoes rigorous training from youth. This pattern relates to ideal models of
                  aristocratic education in European society.</note> This young <hi rend="italic">Peeie</hi> had a
               very young Wife, who seeing my Bròther kiss her, came running and kiss'd me; after
               this, they kiss'd one another, and made it a very great Jest, it being so Novel; and
               new Admiration and Laughing went round the Multitude, that they never will forget
               that Ceremony, never before us'd or known. <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> had a mind to see and talk
               with their War <hi rend="italic">Captains,</hi> and we were conducted to one of their Houses; where
               we beheld several of the <pb n="177"/>great <hi rend="italic">Captains,</hi> who had been at
               Councel: But so frightful a Vision it was to see 'em no Fancy can create; no such
               Dreams can represent so dreadful a Spectacle. For my part I took 'em for Hobgoblins,
               or Fiends, rather than Men; but however their Shapes appear'd, their Souls were very
               Humane and Noble; but some wanted their Noses, some their Lips, some both Noses and
               Lips, some their Ears, and others Cut through each Cheek, with long Slashes, through
               which their Teeth appear'd; they had other several formidable Wounds and Scars, or
               rather Dismemberings; they had <ref target="Comitias_" corresp="Comitias">Comitias,</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Comitias" target="Comitias_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Todd
                  notes that Behn may have borrowed from Biet yet again. Biet claims Indians wore a
                  small piece of clothing called a camison.</note> or little Aprons before 'em; and
               Girdles of Cotton, with their Knives naked,<pb n="178"/> stuck in it; a Bow at their
               Backs, and a Quiver of Arrows on their Thighs; and most had Feathers on their Heads
               of divers Colours. They cry'd, <hi rend="italic">Amora Tigame</hi> to us, at our entrance, and were
               pleas'd we said as much to em; they seated us, and gave us Drink of the best Sort;
               and wonder'd, as much as the others had done before, to see us. <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> was
               marvelling as much at their Faces, wondering how they shou'd all be so Wounded in
               War; he was Impatient to know how they all came by those frightful Marks of Rage or
               Malice, rather than Wounds got in Noble Battel: They told us, by our Interpreter,
               That when any War was waging, two<pb n="179"/> Men chosen out by some old
                  <hi rend="italic">Captain,</hi> whose Fighting was past, and who cou'd only teach the Theory of
               War, these two Men were to stand in Competition for the Generalship, or Great War
               Captain; and being brought before the old Judges, now past Labour, they are ask'd,
               What they dare do to shew they are worthy to lead an Army? When he, who is first
               ask'd, making no Reply, Cuts of his Nose, and throws it contemptably on the Ground;
               and the other does something to himself that he thinks surpasses him, and perhaps
               deprives himself of Lips and an Eye; so they Slash on till one gives out, and many
               have dy'd in this Debate. And 'its by a passive Valour they <pb n="180"/>shew and
               prove their Activity; a sort of Courage too Brutal to be applauded by our Black Hero;
               nevertheless he express'd his Esteem of 'em.</p>

            <p>In this Voyage <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> begot so good an understanding between the
                  <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> and the <hi rend="italic">English,</hi> that there were no more Fears, or <ref target="Heartburn_" corresp="Heartburn">Heart-burnings</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Heartburn" target="Heartburn_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Jealousy, resentment, or
                  discontent; grudges. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note> during our stay; but
               we had a perfect, open, and free Trade with 'em: Many things Remarkable, and worthy
               Reciting, we met with in this short Voyage; because <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> made it his
               Business to search out and provide for our Entertainment, especially to please his
               dearly Ador'd <hi rend="italic">Imoinda,</hi> who was a sharer in all our Adventures; we being
               resolv'd to make her Chains as easy as we cou'd, and<pb n="181"/> to Compliment the
               Prince in that manner that most oblig'd him.</p>

            <p>As we were coming up again, we met with some <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> of strange Aspects;
               that is, of a larger Size, and other sort of Features, than those of our Country: Our
                  <hi rend="italic">Indian Slaves,</hi> that Row'd us, ask'd 'em some Questions, but they cou'd
               not understand us; but shew'd us a long Cotton String, with several Knots on it; and
               told us, they had been coming from the Mountains so many <ref target="Moons_" corresp="Moons">Moons</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Moons" target="Moons_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Months</note> as there were Knots; they were
               habited in Skins of a strange Beast, and brought along with 'em Bags of Gold Dust;
               which, as well as they cou'd give us to understand, came streaming in<pb n="182"/>
               little small Chanels down the high Mountains, when the Rains fell; and offer'd to be
               the Convoy to any Body, or Persons, that wou'd go to the <ref target="Mountains" corresp="Mountains">Mountains</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Mountains" target="Mountains_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Europeans still believed that a golden city, or El
                  Dorado, existed in the South American mountains</note>. We carry'd these Men up to
                  <hi rend="italic">Parham,</hi> where they were kept till the Lord Governour came: And because
               all the Country was mad to be going on this Golden Adventure, the Governour, by his
               Letters, commanded (for they sent some of the Gold to him) that a Guard shou'd be set
               at the Mouth of the River of <ref target="Amazons_" corresp="Amazons">Amazons</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Amazons" target="Amazons_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Todd
                  explains that this is a geographic blunder. The mouth of the Amazon is in Brazil,
                  but cartographers had drawn it as the south-eastern border of “Guiana” throughout
                  the seventeenth century.</note>, (a River so call'd, almost as broad as the River
               of <hi rend="italic">Thames)</hi> and prohibited all People from going up that River, it conducting
               to those Mountains of Gold. But we going off for <hi rend="italic">England</hi> before <pb n="183"/>the Project was further prosecuted, and the Governour being drown'd in a Hurricane,
               either the Design dy'd, or the <hi rend="italic">Dutch</hi> have the Advantage of it: And 'tis to
               be bemoan'd what his Majesty lost by loosing that part of <hi rend="italic">America.</hi>
            </p>

            <p>Though this digression is a little from my Story, however since it contains some
               Proofs of the Curiosity and Daring of this great Man, I was content to omit nothing
               of his Character.</p>

            <p>It was thus, for sometime we diverted him; but now <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi> began to shew she
               was with Child, and did nothing but Sigh and Weep for the Captivity of her Lord, her
               Self, and the Infant yet Unborn; and believ'd,<pb n="184"/> if it were so hard to
               gain the Liberty of Two, 'twou'd be more difficult to get that for Three. Her Griefs
               were so many Darts in the great Heart of <hi rend="italic">Caesar;</hi> and taking his Opportunity
               one <hi rend="italic">Sunday,</hi> when all the Whites were overtaken in Drink, as there were
               abundance of several Trades, and <hi rend="italic">Slaves</hi> for Four Years, that Inhabited among
               the <hi rend="italic">Negro</hi> Houses; and <hi rend="italic">Sunday</hi> was their Day of Debauch, (otherwise
               they were a sort of Spys upon <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi>;) he went pretending out of Goodness to
               'em, to Feast amongst 'em; and sent all his Musick, and order'd a great Treat for the
               whole Gang, about Three Hundred <hi rend="italic">Negros;</hi> and about a Hundred and Fifty were
               able to bear Arms, such as <pb n="185"/>they had, which were sufficient to do
               Execution with Spirits accordingly: For the <hi rend="italic">English</hi> had none but rusty
               Swords, that no Strength cou'd draw from a Scabbard; except the People of particular
               Quality, who took care to Oyl 'em and keep 'em in good Order: The Guns also, unless
               here and there one, or those newly carri'd from <hi rend="italic">England,</hi> wou'd do no good or
               harm; for 'tis the Nature of that County to Rust and Eat up Iron, or any Metals, but
               Gold and Silver. And they are very Unexpert at the Bow, which the <hi rend="italic">Negros</hi> and
                  <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> are perfect Masters off.</p>

            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Caesar,</hi> having singl'd out these Men from the Women and Children, made an
                  <ref target="Harangue_" corresp="Harangue">Harangue</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Harangue" target="Harangue" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">A tirade. The term first appears
                  c1450, but only in Scottish writings. It was not used in England until c1600. It
                  derives from medieval Latin harenga, which shares the current definition, and the
                  Italian aringo, a place of declamation, arena.</note>
                            <pb n="186"/> to 'em of the
               Miseries, and Ignominies of Slavery; counting up all their Toyls and Sufferings,
               under such Loads, Burdens, and Drudgeries, as were fitter for Beasts than Men;
               Senseless Brutes, than Humane Souls. He told 'em it was not for Days, Months, or
               Years, but for Eternity; there was no end to be of their Misfortunes: They suffer'd
               not like Men who might find a Glory, and Fortitude in Oppression; but like Dogs that
               lov'd the Whip and Bell, and fawn'd the more they were beaten: That they had lost the
               Divine Quality of Men, and were become insensible Asses, fit only to bear; nay worse:
               an Ass, or Dog, or Horse having done his Duty, cou'd lye down<pb n="187"/> in
               Retreat, and rise to Work again, and while he did his Duty indur'd no Stripes; but
               Men, Villanous, Senseless Men, such as they, Toyl'd on all the tedious Week till
               Black <ref target="Friday_" corresp="Friday">Friday</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Friday" target="Friday_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">The Day of Judgment.</note>; and
               then, whether they Work'd or not, whether they were Faulty or Meriting, they
               promiscuously, the Innocent with the Guilty, suffer'd the infamous Whip, the sordid
               Stripes, from their Fellow <hi rend="italic">Slaves</hi> till their Blood trickled from all Parts
               of their Body; Blood, whose every drop ought to be Reveng'd with a Life of some of
               those Tyrants, that impose it; <hi rend="italic">And why,</hi> said he, <hi rend="italic">my dear Friends and
                  Fellow-sufferers, shou'd we be Slaves to an unknown People? Have they Vanquish'd
                  us Nobly in Fight? Have they Won</hi>
                            <pb n="188"/>
                            <hi rend="italic"> us in Honourable Battel?
                  And are we, by the chance of War, become their <ref target="Slaves_" corresp="Slaves">Slaves</ref>?<note xml:id="Slaves" target="Slaves_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Oroonoko here is expressing what was known as
                     the "just war" doctrine of slavery, that those who lost a war could rightly be
                     enslaved. It is on this basis that Oroonoko himself owns slaves. The
                     distinction he is making here is that, according to this doctrine, slaves
                     gained through conquest are justified while slaves acquired through trickery or
                     commerce are not.</note> This wou'd not anger a Noble Heart, this wou'd not
                  animate a Souldiers Soul; no, but we are Bought and Sold like Apes, or Monkeys, to
                  be the Sport of Women, Fools and Cowards; and the Support of Rogues, <ref target="Runagades_" corresp="Runagades">Runagades</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Runagades" target="Runagades_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Renegades</note>, that have
                  abandon'd their own Countries, for Rapin, Murders, Thefts and Villanies: Do you
                  not hear every Day how they upbraid each other with infamy of Life, below the
                  Wildest Salvages; and shall we render Obedience to such a degenerate Race, who
                  have no one Humane Vertue left, to distinguish 'em from the vilest Creatures? Will
                  you, I say, suffer the Lash from such Hands?</hi> They all Reply'd, with one
                  accord,<pb n="189"/>
               <hi rend="italic">No, no, no;</hi> Caesar <hi rend="italic">has spoke like a Great Captain; like a Great
                  King.</hi>
            </p>

            <p>After this he wou'd have proceeded, but was interrupted by a tall <hi rend="italic">Negro</hi> of
               some more Quality than the rest, his Name was <ref target="Tuscan_" corresp="Tuscan">Tuscan;</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Tuscan" target="Tuscan_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Tuscan’s name derives from the late Latin Tuscānus
                  meaning “of or belonging to the Tuscī or Thuscī, a people of ancient Italy (called
                  also Etruscī Etruscans).” Source: Oxford English Dictionary The Etruscans
                  inhabited ancient Etruria, so Tuscan’s name implies nobility and European
                  origins.</note> who Bowing at the Feet of <hi rend="italic">Caesar,</hi> cry'd, <hi rend="italic">My Lord, we
                  have listen'd with Joy and Attention to what you have said; and, were we only Men,
                  wou'd follow so great a Leader through the World: But oh! consider, we are
                  Husbands and Parents too, and have things more dear to us than Life; our Wives and
                  Children unfit for Travel, in these unpassable Woods, Mountains and Bogs; we have
                  not only difficult Lands to overcome, but Rivers to Wade, and Monsters to
                  Incounter;</hi>
                            <pb n="190"/>
               <hi rend="italic">Ravenous Beasts of Prey—</hi>To this, <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> Reply'd, <hi rend="italic">That Honour
                  was the First Principle in Nature, that was to be Obey'd; but as no Man wou'd
                  pretend to that, without all the Acts of Vertue, Compassion, Charity, Love,
                  Justice and Reason; he found it not inconsistent with that, to take an equal Care
                  of their Wives and Children, as they wou'd of themselves; and that he did not
                  Design, when he led them to Freedom, and Glorious Liberty, that they shou'd leave
                  that better part of themselves to Perish by the Hand of the Tyrant's Whip: But if
                  there were a Woman among them so degenerate from Love and Vertue to chuse Slavery
                  before the pursuit of her Husband, and with the hazard of her Life, to share with
                  him in</hi>
               <pb n="191"/>
                            <hi rend="italic">his Fortunes; that such an one ought to be Abandon'd, and left as a
                  Prey to the common Enemy.</hi>
            </p>

            <p>To which they all Agreed,—and Bowed. After this, he spoke of the Impassable Woods and
               Rivers; and convinc'd 'em, the more Danger, the more Glory. He told them that he had
               heard of one <hi rend="italic">Hannibal</hi> a great Captain, had <ref target="cut-his-way_" corresp="cut-his-way">Cut his Way</ref> through Mountains of solid Rocks<note xml:id="cut-his-way" target="cut-his-way_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">According to the
                  Roman historian Plutarch, the Carthaginian general Hannibal used vinegar and fire
                  to burn his way through the Alps to attack the Roman army.</note>; and shou'd a
               few Shrubs oppose them; which they cou'd Fire before 'em? No, 'twas a trifling Excuse
               to Men resolv'd to die, or overcome. As for Bogs, they are with a little Labour
               fill'd and harden'd; and the Rivers cou'd be no Obstacle, since they Swam by Nature;
               at least by<pb n="192"/>Custom, from their First Hour of their Birth: That when the
               Children were Weary they must carry them by turns, and the Woods and their own
               Industry wou'd afford them Food. To this they all assented with Joy.</p>

            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Tuscan</hi> then demanded, What he wou'd do? He said, they wou'd Travel towards
               the Sea; Plant a New Colony, and Defend it by their Valour; and when they cou'd find
               a Ship, either driven by stress of Weather, or guided by Providence that way, they
               wou'd Sieze it, and make it a Prize, till it had Transported them to their own
               Countries; at least, they shou'd be made Free in his Kingdom, and be Esteem'd as his
               Fellowsufferers, and Men that had<pb n="193"/> the Courage, and the Bravery to
               attempt, at least, for Liberty; and if they Dy'd in the attempt it wou'd be more
               brave, than to Live in perpetual Slavery.</p>

            <p>They bow'd and kiss'd his Feet at this Resolution, and with one accord Vow'd to
               follow him to Death. And that Night was appointed to begin their March; they made it
               known to their Wives, and directed them to tie their Hamaca about their Shoulder, and
               under their Arm like a Scarf; and to lead their Children that cou'd go, and carry
               those that cou'd not. The Wives who pay an intire Obedience to their Husbands obey'd,
               and stay'd for 'em, where they were appointed: The Men <pb n="194"/>stay'd but to
               furnish themselves with what defensive Arms they cou'd get; and All met at the
               Rendezvous, where <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> made a new incouraging Speech to 'em, and led 'em
               out.</p>

            <p>But, as they cou'd not march far that Night, on Monday early, when the Overseers went
               to call 'em all together, to go to Work, they were extreamly surpris'd, to find not
               one upon the Place, but all fled with what Baggage they had. You may imagine this
               News was not only suddenly spread all over the <hi rend="italic">Plantation,</hi> but soon reach'd
               the Neighbouring ones; and we had by Noon about Six hundred Men, they call the
                  <hi rend="italic">Militia</hi> of the County, that came to assist us in the persute of the
                  Fugitives:<pb n="195"/> But never did one see so comical an Army march forth to
               War. The Men, of any <ref target="fashion_" corresp="fashion">fashion</ref>
                            <note xml:id="fashion" target="fashion_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Of
                  high social standing; the upper class</note>, wou'd not concern themselves, though
               it were almost the common Cause; for such Revoltings are very ill Examples, and have
               very fatal Consequences oftentimes in many Colonies: But they had a Respect for
                  <hi rend="italic">Caesar,</hi> and all hands were against the <hi rend="italic">Parhamites,</hi> as they
               call'd those of <hi rend="italic">Parham Plantation;</hi> because they did not, in the first place,
               love the Lord Governor; and secondly, they wou'd have it, that <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> was
                  <ref target="Ill_" corresp="Ill">Ill us'd</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Ill" target="Ill_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Poorly treated</note>, and <ref target="Baffled_" corresp="Baffled">Baffl'd with</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Baffled" target="Baffled_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Subjected to public disgrace.
                  Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note>; and 'tis not impossible but some of the
               best in the Country was of his Council in this Flight, and depriving us of all
                  the<hi rend="italic"> Slaves;</hi> so that they<pb n="196"/>of the better sort wou'd not meddle
               in the matter. The <ref target="Deputy_" corresp="Deputy">Deputy Governor</ref>, of whom I
               have had no great occasion to speak, and who was the most Fawning fair-tongu'd Fellow
               in the World, and one that pretended the most Friendship to <hi rend="italic">Caesar,</hi> was now
               the only violent Man against him; and though he had nothing, and so need fear
               nothing, yet talk'd and look'd bigger than any Man: He was a Fellow, whose Character
               is not fit to be mention'd with the worst of the <hi rend="italic">Slaves.</hi>
                            <note xml:id="Deputy" target="Deputy_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">William Byam is a
                  real historical personage, noted both in Antione Biet’s <hi rend="italic">Voyage de la France
                  équixonale en l’isle de Cayenne</hi> (1654) and Henry Adis’s <hi rend="italic">A Letter Sent from
                  Syrrinam</hi> (1664). As deputy governor of Surinam, Byam ruled the colony in the
                  absence of Lord Willoughby. According to Flannigan’s Antigua and the Antiguans. <hi rend="italic">A Full Account of the Colony and its Inhabitants</hi>, after the Dutch takeover of
                  Surinam, Byam led many of the British colonists to Antigua, where became governor
                  and lived until c. 1670. Todd notes that both Biet and Adis, otherwise critical of
                  the colony in Surinam, praise Byam: Adis refers to him as “that worthy person,
                  whom your Lordship hath lately honoured with the Title and Power of your
                  Lieutenant General of this Continent of Guinah”; while Biet describes him as
                  brave, honorable, and civil (pp. 263, 279). Behn’s decision to portray him as
                  cowardly and deceitful appears to have been her own. On the other hand, Byam did
                  face accusations of unnecessary cruelty in his governance from an opposition group
                  led by John Allin. Byam wrote a tract <hi rend="italic">An Exact Relation of the Most Execrable
                  Attempts of John Allin</hi> (1665) defending the need for harsh measures to govern the
                  unruly colonists and accusing Allin of insurrection.</note> This Fellow wou'd lead
               his Army forth to meet <hi rend="italic">Caesar;</hi> or rather to persue him; most of their Arms
               were of those sort of cruel Whips they call <ref target="Cat_" corresp="Cat">Cat
                  with Nine Tayls</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Cat" target="Cat_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">More commonly known as a cat-o'-nine-tails, a whip
                  with nine knotted lashes, often used for corporal punishment in the British
                  military until 1881. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note>; some had rusty<pb n="197"/> useless Guns for show; others old <ref target="Basket-hilts_" corresp="Basket-hilts">Basket-hilts</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Basket-hilts" target="Basket-hilts_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Defensive hilts on the handle of a sword
                  consisting of narrow plates of steel curved into the shape of a basket</note>,
               whose Blades had never seen the Light in this Age; and others had long Staffs, and
               Clubs. Mr. <hi rend="italic">Trefry</hi> went along, rather to be a Mediator than a Conqueror, in
               such a Batail; for he foresaw, and knew, if by fighting they put the <hi rend="italic">Negroes</hi>
               into dispair, they were a sort of sullen Fellows, that wou'd drown, or kill
               themselves, before they wou'd yield; and he advis'd that fair means was best: But
                  <hi rend="italic">Byam</hi> was one that abounded in his own <ref target="Wit_" corresp="Wit">Wit</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Wit" target="Wit_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Followed his own judgment</note>, and wou'd take
               his own Measures.</p>

            <p>It was not hard to find these Fugitives; for as they fled they were forc'd to fire
               and cut the Woods before 'em, so that Night<pb n="198"/> or Day they persu'd 'em by
               the light they made, and by the path they had clear'd: But as soon as <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi>
               found he was persu'd, he put himself in a Posture of Defence, placing all the Women
               and Children in the Reer; and himself, with <hi rend="italic">Tuscan</hi> by his side, or next to
               him, all promising to Dye or Conquer. Incourag'd thus, they never stood to Parley,
               but fell on Pell-mell upon the <hi rend="italic">English,</hi> and kill'd some, and wounded a good
               many; they having recourse to their Whips, as the best of their Weapons: And as they
               observ'd no Order, they perplex'd the Enemy so sorely, with Lashing 'em in the Eyes;
               and the Women and Children, seeing their Husbands so treated, being of <pb n="199"/>fearful Cowardly Dispositions, and hearing the <hi rend="italic">English</hi> cry out, <hi rend="italic">Yield
                  and Live, Yield and be Pardon'd;</hi> they all run in amongst their Husbands and
               Fathers, and hung about 'em, crying out, <hi rend="italic">Yield, yield; and leave</hi> Caesar
                  <hi rend="italic">to their Revenge;</hi> that by degrees the <hi rend="italic">Slaves</hi> abandon'd
                  <hi rend="italic">Caesar,</hi> and left him only <hi rend="italic">Tuscan</hi> and his Heroick
                  <hi rend="italic">Imoinda;</hi> who, grown big as she was, did nevertheless press near her Lord,
               having a Bow, and a Quiver full of poyson'd Arrows, which she manag'd with such
               dexterity, that she wounded several, and shot the <hi rend="italic">Governor</hi> into the
               Shoulder; of which Wound he had like to have Dy'd, but that an <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> Woman,
               his Mistress, suck'd the Wound, and cleans'd it from<pb n="200"/> the Venom: But
               however, he stir'd not from the Place till he had Parly'd with <hi rend="italic">Caesar,</hi> who
               he found was resolv'd to dye Fighting, and wou'd not be Taken; no more wou'd
                  <hi rend="italic">Tuscan,</hi> or <hi rend="italic">Imoinda.</hi> But he, more thirsting after Revenge of
               another sort, than that of depriving him of Life, now made use of all his Art of
               talking, and dissembling; and besought <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> to yield himself upon Terms,
               which he himself should propose, and should be Sacredly assented to and kept by him:
               He told him, It was not that he any longer fear'd him, or cou'd believe the force of
               Two Men, and a young Heroin, cou'd overcome all them, with all the Slaves now on
               their side also; but it was the vast Esteem<pb n="201"/> he had for his Person; the
               desire he had to serve so Gallant a Man; and to hinder himself from the Reproach
               hereafter, of having been the occasion of the Death of a <hi rend="italic">Prince,</hi> whose
               Valour and Magnanimity deserv'd the Empire of the World. He protested to him, he
               look'd upon this Action, as Gallant and Brave; however tending to the prejudice of
               his Lord and Master, who wou'd by it have lost so considerable a number of
                  <hi rend="italic">Slaves;</hi> that this Flight of his shou'd be look'd on as a heat of Youth,
               and rashness of a too forward Courage, and an <ref target="unconsidered_" corresp="unconsidered">unconsider'd</ref>
                            <note xml:id="unconsidered" target="unconsidered_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Unpremeditated</note> impatience of Liberty, and
               no more; and that he labour'd in vain to accomplish that which they wou'd effectually
                  perform,<pb n="202"/>as soon as any Ship arriv'd that wou'd <ref target="touch_" corresp="touch">touch on</ref>
                            <note xml:id="touch" target="touch_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Draw near to</note> his Coast. <hi rend="italic">So that if you
                  will be pleas'd,</hi> continued he, <hi rend="italic">to surrender your self, all imaginable
                  Respect shall be paid you; and your Self, your Wife, and Child, if it be here
                  born, shall depart free out of our Land.</hi> But <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> wou'd hear of no
               Composition; though <hi rend="italic">Byam</hi> urg'd, If he persu'd, and went on in his Design, he
               wou'd inevitably Perish, either by great <hi rend="italic">Snakes,</hi> wild Beasts, or Hunger; and
               he ought to have regard to his Wife, whose Condition required ease, and not the
               fatigues of <ref target="tedious_" corresp="tedious">tedious</ref>
                            <note xml:id="tedious" target="tedious_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Tiresome,
                  exhausting</note> Travel; where she cou'd not be secur'd from being devoured. But
                  <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> told him, there was no Faith in the White Men, or the Gods they
                  Ador'd;<pb n="203"/> who instructed 'em in Principles so false, that honest Men
               cou'd not live amongst 'em; though no People profess'd so much, none perform'd so
               little; that he knew what he had to do, when he dealt with Men of Honour; but with
               them a Man ought to be eternally on his Guard, and never to Eat and Drink with
                  <hi rend="italic">Christians</hi> without his Weapon of Defence in his Hand; and, for his own
               Security, never to credit one Word they spoke. As for the rashness and
               inconsiderateness of his Action he wou'd confess the Governor is in the right; and
               that he was asham'd of what he had done, in endeavoring to make those Free, who were
               by Nature <hi rend="italic">Slaves,</hi> poor wretched Rogues, fit to be us'd as<pb n="204"/>
               <hi rend="italic">Christians</hi> Tools; Dogs, treacherous and cowardly, fit for such Masters; and
               they wanted only but to be whipt into the knowledge of the <hi rend="italic">Christian Gods</hi> to
               be the vilest of all creeping things; to learn to Worship such Deities as had not
               Power to make 'em Just, Brave, or Honest. In fine, after a thousand things of this
               Nature, not fit here to be recited, he told <hi rend="italic">Byam,</hi> he had rather Dye than
               Live upon the same Earth with such Dogs. But <hi rend="italic">Trefry</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Byam</hi>
               pleaded and protested together so much, that <hi rend="italic">Trefry</hi> believing the
                  <hi rend="italic">Governor</hi> to mean what he said; and speaking very cordially himself,
               generously put himself into <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi>'s Hands, and took him aside, and
               perswaded him, even with Tears,<pb n="205"/> to Live, by Surrendring himself, and to
               name his Conditions. <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> was overcome by his Wit and Reasons, and in
               consideration of <hi rend="italic">Imoinda;</hi> and demanding what he desir'd, and that it shou'd
               be ratify'd by their Hands in Writing, because he had perceiv'd that was the common
               way of contract between Man and Man, amongst the Whites: All this was perform'd, and
                  <hi rend="italic">Tuscan</hi>'s Pardon was put in, and they Surrender to the Governor, who
               walked peaceably down into the <hi rend="italic">Plantation</hi> with 'em, after giving order to
               bury their dead. <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> was very much toyl'd with the bustle of the Day; for
               he had fought like a <ref target="Fury_" corresp="Fury">Fury</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Fury" target="Fury_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">An allusion to the
                  Furies, three mythical Greek goddesses of vengeance and punishment, best known for
                  punishing those who swear false oaths and, especially, those who kill their own
                  kin.</note>, and what Mischief was done he and <hi rend="italic">Tuscan</hi> perform'd <pb n="206"/>alone; and gave their Enemies a fatal Proof that they durst do any thing,
               and fear'd no mortal Force.</p>

            <p>But they were no sooner arriv'd at the Place, where all the Slaves receive their
               Punishments of Whipping, but they laid Hands on <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Tuscan,</hi>
               faint with heat and toyl; and, surprising them, Bound them to two several Stakes, and
               Whipt them in a most deplorable and inhumane Manner, rending the very Flesh from
               their Bones; especially <hi rend="italic">Caesar,</hi> who was not perceiv'd to make any Mone, or
               to alter his Face, only to roul his Eyes on the Faithless <hi rend="italic">Governor,</hi> and
               those he believ'd Guilty, with Fierceness and Indignation; and, to compleat his Rage,
               he <pb n="207"/>saw every one of those <hi rend="italic">Slaves,</hi> who, but a few Davs before,
               Ador'd him as something more than Mortal, now had a Whip to give him some Lashes,
               while he strove not to break his Fetters; though, if he had, it were impossible: But
               he pronounced a Woe and Revenge from his Eyes, that darted Fire, that 'twas at once
               both Awful and Terrible to behold.</p>

            <p>When they thought they were sufficiently Reveng'd on him, they unty'd him, almost
               Fainting, with loss of Blood, from a thousand Wounds all over his Body; from which
               they had rent his Cloaths, and led him Bleeding and Naked as he was; and loaded him
               all over with Irons; and then rubbed his<pb n="208"/> Wounds, to compleat their
               Cruelty, with <hi rend="italic">Indian Pepper,</hi> which had like to have made him raving Mad;
               and, in this Condition, made him so fast to the Ground that he cou'd not stir, if his
               Pains and Wounds wou'd have given him leave. They spar'd <hi rend="italic">Imoinda,</hi> and did
               not let her see this Barbarity committed towards her Lord, but carry'd her down to
                  <hi rend="italic">Parham,</hi> and shut her up; which was not in kindness to her, but for fear
               she shou'd Dye with the Sight, or Miscarry; and then they shou'd loose a young
                  <hi rend="italic">Slave,</hi> and perhaps the Mother.</p>

            <p>You must know, that when the News was brought on Monday Morning, that <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi>
               had betaken himself to the Woods,<pb n="209"/> and carry'd with him all the
                  <hi rend="italic">Negroes.</hi> We were possess'd with extream Fear, which no perswasions cou'd
               Dissipate, that he wou'd secure himself till Night; and then, that he wou'd come down
               and Cut all our Throats. This apprehension made all the Females of us fly down the
               River, to be secur'd; and while we were away, they acted this Cruelty: For I suppose
               I had Authority and Interest enough there, had I suspected any such thing, to have
               prevented it; but we had not gon many Leagues, but the News overtook us that
                  <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> was taken, and Whipt like a common <hi rend="italic">Slave.</hi> We met on the
               River with Colonel <hi rend="italic">Martin,</hi> a Man of great Gallantry, Wit, and<pb n="210"/>Goodness, and whom I have celebrated in a Character of my New <hi rend="italic">Comedy,</hi> by
               his own Name, in memory of so brave a <ref target="Man_" corresp="Man">Man</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Man" target="Man_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Todd notes that a Colonel Marten of the Surinam
                  militia appears in multiple historical accounts of the colony, although the
                  authority under which he was styled colonel is dubious. In contrast to Behn’s
                  positive portrayal, Robert Sanford depicts Marten in Surinam Justice (1662) with
                  many of the negative traits assigned to Byam and other colonists by Behn: he is
                  eager to commit violent acts, cruel, ill-tempered, profane, and “so famous in
                  nothing as his variety of councels: and it seems the whole bulk of Government must
                  dance to the changes of his brain."Colonel Martin indeed appears as a character in
                  Behn's play The Younger Brother, Or, The Amorous Jilt. Behn's self-promotion is
                  premature, however, since the play was not produced until 1696, seven years after
                  her death</note> : He was Wise and Eloquent; and, from the fineness of his Parts,
               bore a great Sway over the Hearts of all the <hi rend="italic">Colony:</hi> He was a Friend to
                  <hi rend="italic">Caesar,</hi> and resented this false Dealing with him very much. We carried
               him back to <hi rend="italic">Parham,</hi> thinking to have made an Accomodation; when we came, the
               First News we heard was, that the <hi rend="italic">Governor</hi> was Dead of a Wound
                  <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi> had given him; but it was not so well: But it seems he wou'd have
               the Pleasure of beholding the Revenge he took on <hi rend="italic">Caesar;</hi> and before the
               cruel Ceremony was finish'd, he drop'd<pb n="211"/> down; and then they perceiv'd the
               Wound he had on his Shoulder, was by a venom'd Arrow; which, as I said, his
                  <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> Mistress heal'd, by Sucking the Wound.</p>

            <p>We were no sooner Arriv'd, but we went up to the <hi rend="italic">Plantation</hi> to see
                  <hi rend="italic">Caesar,</hi> whom we found in a very Miserable and Unexpressable Condition;
               and I have a Thousand times admired how he liv'd, in so much tormenting Pain. We said
               all things to him, that Trouble, Pitty, and Good Nature cou'd suggest; Protesting our
               Innocency of the Fact, and our Abhorance of such Cruelties. Making a Thousand
               Professions of Services to him, and Begging as many Pardons for the Offenders,<pb n="212"/>till we said so much, that he believ'd we had no Hand in his ill
               Treatment; but told us, he cou'd never Pardon <hi rend="italic">Byam;</hi> as for <hi rend="italic">Trefry,</hi>
               he confess'd he saw his Grief and Sorrow, for his Suffering, which he cou'd not
               hinder, but was like to have been beaten down by the very <hi rend="italic">Slaves,</hi> for
               Speaking in his Defence: But for <hi rend="italic">Byam,</hi> who was their Leader, their Head;—and
               shou'd, by his Justice, and Honor, have been an Example to 'em.—For him, he wish'd to
               Live, to take a dire Revenge of him, and said, <hi rend="italic">It had been well for him, if he
                  had Sacrific'd me, instead of giving me the contemptable Whip.</hi> He refus'd to
               Talk much, but Begging us to give him our Hands; he took<pb n="213"/> 'em, and
               Protested never to lift up his, to do us any Harm. He had a great Respect for Colonel
                  <hi rend="italic">Martin,</hi> and always took his Counsel, like that of a Parent; and assur'd
               him, he wou'd obey him in any thing, but his Revenge on <hi rend="italic">Byam. Therefore,</hi>
               said he, <hi rend="italic">for his own Safety, let him speedily dispatch me; for if I cou'd
                  dispatch my self, I wou'd not, till that Justice were done to my injur'd Person,
                  and the contempt of a Souldier: No, I wou'd not kill my self, even after a
                  Whiping, but will be content to live with that Infamy, and be pointed at by every
                  grining Slave, till I have compleated my Revenge; and then you shall see that</hi>
               Oroonoko <hi rend="italic">scorns to live with the Indignity that was put on</hi> Caesar. All we<pb n="214"/> cou'd do cou'd get no more Words from him; and we took care to have him
               put immediately into a healing Bath, to rid him of his Pepper; and order'd a <ref target="Chirurgeon_" corresp="Chirurgeon">Chirurgeon</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Chirurgeon" target="Chirurgeon" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Surgeon</note> to anoint him with
               healing Balm, which he suffer'd, and in some time he began to be able to Walk and
               Eat; we fail'd not to visit him every Day, and, to that end, had him brought to an
                  <ref target="apartment_" corresp="apartment">apartment</ref>
                            <note xml:id="apartment" target="apartment_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">A room in a house designed for
                  the use of a particular person</note> at <hi rend="italic">Parham.</hi>
            </p>

            <p>The <hi rend="italic">Governor</hi> was no sooner recover'd, and had heard of the <ref target="menaces_" corresp="menaces">menaces</ref>
                            <note xml:id="menaces" target="menaces_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Threats</note> of
                  <hi rend="italic">Caesar,</hi> but he call'd his Council; who (not to disgrace them, or <ref target="Burlesque_" corresp="Burlesque">Burlesque</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Burlesque" target="Burlesque_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">To mockingly imitate, deride, or
                  amuse. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note> the Government there) consisted of
               such notorious Villains as <ref target="Newgate_" corresp="Newgate">Newgate</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Newgate" target="Newgate_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">The
                  central prison in London</note> never <ref target="transported_" corresp="transported">transported</ref>
                            <note xml:id="transported" target="transported_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Throughout this period, many criminals found
                  guilty of crimes against property in Britain were sentenced by being "transported"
                  or exiled for a period of years to the colonies.</note>; and possibly originally
               were such, who<pb n="215"/> understood neither the Laws of <hi rend="italic">God</hi> or
                  <hi rend="italic">Man;</hi> and had no sort of Principles to make 'em worthy the Name of Men:
               But, at the very Council Table, wou'd Contradict and Fight with one another; and
               Swear so bloodily that 'twas terrible to hear, and see 'em. (Some of 'em were
               afterwards Hang'd, when the <hi rend="italic">Dutch</hi> took possession of the place; others sent
               off in Chains:) But calling these special Rulers of the Nation together, and
               requiring their Counsel in this weighty Affair, they all concluded, that (Damn 'em)
               it might be their own Cases; and that <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> ought to be made an Example to
               all the <hi rend="italic">Negroes,</hi> to fright 'em from daring to threaten their Betters, their
                  Lords<pb n="216"/> and Masters; and, at this rate, no Man was safe from his own
                  <hi rend="italic">Slaves;</hi> and concluded, <ref target="nemine_" corresp="nemine">nemine
                  contradicente</ref>
                            <note xml:id="nemine" target="nemine_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">With no one speaking to the contrary.</note> that
                  <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> shou'd be Hang'd.</p>

            <p>
               <hi rend="italic">Trefry</hi> then thought it time to use his Authority; and told <hi rend="italic">Byam</hi> his
               Command did not extend to his Lord's <hi rend="italic">Plantation;</hi> and that <hi rend="italic">Parham</hi>
               was as much exempt from the Law as <ref target="White-hall_" corresp="White-hall">White-hall;</ref>
                            <note xml:id="White-hall" target="White-hall_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Offices of government in Whitehall, London.
                  Trefry's implication is that Byam, although governor of Surinam, remains as
                  subordinate to the King as any civil servant back in Great Britain.</note> and
               that they ought no more to touch the Servants of the Lord—(who there represented the
               King's Person) than they cou'd those about the King himself; and that <hi rend="italic">Parham</hi>
               was a Sanctuary; and though his Lord were absent in Person, his Power was still in
               Being there; which he had intrusted with him, as far as the Dominions of his
                  particular<pb n="217"/>
               <hi rend="italic">Plantations</hi> reach'd, and all that belong'd to it; the rest of the
                  <hi rend="italic">Country,</hi> as <hi rend="italic">Byam</hi> was Lieutenant to his Lord, he might exercise
               his Tyrany upon. <hi rend="italic">Trefry</hi> had others as powerful, or more, that int'rested
               themselves in <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi>'s Life, and absolutely said, He shou'd be Defended. So
               turning the <hi rend="italic">Governor,</hi> and his wise Council, out of Doors, (for they sate at
                  <hi rend="italic">Parham-house)</hi> they set a Guard upon our Landing Place, and wou'd admit
               none but those we call'd Friends to us and <hi rend="italic">Caesar.</hi>
            </p>

            <p>The <hi rend="italic">Governor</hi> having remain'd wounded at <hi rend="italic">Parham,</hi> till his recovery
               was compleated, <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> did not know but he was still there; and indeed, for
               the most part, his time was spent there;<pb n="218"/> for he was one that lov'd to
               Live at other Peoples Expence; and if he were a Day absent, he was Ten present there;
               and us'd to Play, and Walk, and Hunt, and Fish, with <hi rend="italic">Caesar.</hi> So that
                  <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> did not at all doubt, if he once recover'd Strength, but he shou'd
               find an opportunity of being Reveng'd on him: Though, after such a Revenge, he cou'd
               not hope to Live; for if he escap'd the Fury of the <hi rend="italic">English</hi>
               <ref target="Mobile_" corresp="Mobile">Mobile</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Mobile" target="Mobile_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">The mob, the rabble; the common
                  people, the populace. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note>, who perhaps wou'd
               have been glad of the occasion to have kill'd him, he was resolv'd not to survive his
               Whiping; yet he had, some tender Hours, a repenting Softness, which he called his
               fits of Coward; wherein he struggl'd with Love for the Victory of his Heart,<pb n="219"/> which took part with his charming <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi> there; but, for the
               most part, his time was past in melancholy Thought, and black Designs; he consider'd,
               if he shou'd do this Deed, and Dye, either in the Attempt, or after it, he left his
               lovely <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi> a Prey, or at best a <hi rend="italic">Slave,</hi> to the inrag'd
               Multitude; his great Heart cou'd not indure that Thought. <hi rend="italic">Perhaps,</hi> said he,
                  <hi rend="italic">she may be first Ravished by every Brute; exposed first to their nasty Lusts,
                  and then a shameful Death.</hi> No; he could not Live a Moment under that
               Apprehension, too insupportable to be born. These were his Thoughts, and his silent
               Arguments with his Heart, as he told us afterwards; so that now resolving not only<pb n="220"/> to kill <hi rend="italic">Byam,</hi> but all those he thought had inrag'd him;
               pleasing his great Heart with the fancy'd Slaughter he shou'd make over the whole
               Face of the <hi rend="italic">Plantation.</hi> He first resolv'd on a Deed, that (however Horrid it
               at first appear'd to us all) when we had heard his Reasons, we thought it Brave and
               Just: Being able to Walk, and, as he believ'd, fit for the Execution of his great
               Design, he beg'd <hi rend="italic">Trefry</hi> to trust him into the Air, believing a Walk wou'd do
               him good; which was granted him, and taking <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi> with him, as he us'd to
               do in his more happy and calmer Days, he led her up into a Wood, where, after (with a
               thousand Sighs, and long Gazing silently on her Face, while<pb n="221"/> Tears gust,
               in spight of him, from his Eyes) he told her his Design first of Killing her, and
               then his Enemies, and next himself, and the impossibility of Escaping, and therefore
               he told her the necessity of Dying; he found the Heroick Wife faster pleading for
               Death than he was to propose it, when she found his fix'd Resolution; and, on her
               Knees, besought him, not to leave her a Prey to his Enemies. He (griev'd to Death)
               yet pleased at her noble Resolution, took her up, and imbracing her, with all the
               Passion and Languishment of a dying Lover, drew his Knife to kill this Treasure of
               his Soul, this Pleasure of his Eyes; while Tears trickl'd down his Cheeks, hers were
               Smiling with Joy she <pb n="222"/> shou'd dye by so noble a Hand, and be sent in her
               own Country, (for that's their Notion of the next World) by him she so tenderly
               Lov'd, and so truly Ador'd in this; for Wives have a respect for their Husbands equal
               to what any other People pay a Deity; and when a Man finds any occasion to quit his
               Wife, if he love her, she dyes by his Hand; if not, he sells her, or suffers some
               other to kill her. It being thus; you may believe the Deed was soon resolv'd on; and
               'tis not to be doubted, but the Parting, the eternal Leave taking of Two such Lovers,
               so greatly Born, so <ref target="Sensible_" corresp="Sensible">Sensible</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Sensible" target="Sensible_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Capable of delicate or tender feeling. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note>,
               so Beautiful, so Young, and so Fond, must be very Moving, as the Relation of it was
               to me afterwards.</p>

            <p>
               <pb n="223"/> All that Love cou'd say in such cases, being ended; and all the
               intermitting Irresolutions being adjusted, the Lovely, Young, and Ador'd Victim lays
               her self down, before the Sacrificer; while he, with a Hand resolv'd, and a Heart
               breaking within, gave the Fatal Stroke; first, cutting her Throat, and then severing
               her, yet Smiling, Face from that Delicate Body, pregnant as it was with Fruits of
               tend' rest Love. As soon as he had done, he laid the Body decently on Leaves and
               Flowers; of which he made a Bed, and conceal'd it under the same <ref target="cover-lid_" corresp="cover-lid">cover-lid</ref>
                            <note xml:id="cover-lid" target="cover-lid_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Coverlet, blanket</note> of Nature; only her Face
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               never more<pb n="224"/> to bless him with her Eyes, and soft Language; his Grief
               swell'd up to Rage; he Tore, he Rav'd he Roar'd, like some Monster of the Wood,
               calling on the lov'd Name of <hi rend="italic">Imoinda;</hi> a thousand times he turn'd the Fatal
               Knife that did the Deed, toward his own Heart, with a Resolution to go immediately
               after her; but dire Revenge, which now was a thousand times more fierce in his Soul
               than before, prevents him; and he wou'd cry out, <hi rend="italic">No; since I have sacrificed</hi>
               Imoinda <hi rend="italic">to my Revenge, shall I loose that Glory which I have purchas'd so dear,
                  as at the Price of the fairest, dearest, softest Creature that ever Nature made?
                  No, no!</hi> Then, at her Name, Grief wou'd get the ascendant of Rage, and he
                  wou'd<pb n="225"/> lye down by her side, and water her Face with showers of Tears,
               which never were wont to fall from those Eyes: And however bent he was on his
               intended Slaughter, he had not power to stir from the Sight of this dear Object, now
               more Belov'd, and more Ador'd than ever.</p>

            <p>He remain'd in this deploring Condition for two Days, and never rose from the Ground
               where he had made his sad Sacrifice; at last, rousing from her side, and accusing
               himself with living too long, now <hi rend="italic">Imoinda</hi> was dead; and that the Deaths of
               those barbarous Enemies were deferr'd too long, he resolv'd now to finish the great
               Work; but offering to rise, he found his Strength so decay'd,<pb n="226"/> that he
               reel'd to and fro, like Boughs assail'd by contrary Winds; so that he was forced to
               lye down again, and try to summons all his Courage to his Aid; he found his Brains
               turn round, and his Eyes were dizzy; and Objects appear'd not the same to him they
               were wont to do; his Breath was short; and all his Limbs surprised with a Faintness
               he had never felt before: He had not Eat in two Days, which was one occasion of this
               Feebleness, but excess of Grief was the greatest; yet still he hop'd he shou'd
               recover Vigour to act his Design; and lay expecting it yet six Days longer; still
               mourning over the dead Idol of his Heart, and striving every Day to rise, but cou'd
               not.</p>

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               <pb n="227"/> In all this time you may believe we were in no little affliction for
                  <hi rend="italic">Caesar,</hi> and his Wife; some were of Opinion he was escap'd never to
               return; others thought some Accident had hap'ned to him: But however, we fail'd not
               to send out an hundred People several ways to search for him; a Party, of about
               forty, went that way he took; among whom was <hi rend="italic">Tuscan,</hi> who was perfectly
               reconcil'd to <hi rend="italic">Byam;</hi> they had not gon very far into the Wood, but they smelt
               an unusual Smell, as of a dead Body; for Stinks must be very noisom that can be
               distinguish'd among such a quantity of Natural Sweets, as every Inch of that Land
               produces. So that they concluded they shou'd find him dead, or somebody that<pb n="228"/> was so; they past on towards it, as Loathsom as it was, and made such a
               rusling among the Leaves that lye thick on the Ground, by continual Falling, that
                  <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> heard he was approach'd; and though he had, during the space of
               these eight Days, endeavor'd to rise, but found he wanted Strength, yet looking up,
               and seeing his Pursuers, he rose, and reel'd to a Neighbouring Tree, against which he
               fix'd his Back; and being within a dozen Yards of those that advanc'd, and saw him;
               he call'd out to them, and bid them approach no nearer, if they wou'd be safe: So
               that they stood still, and hardly believing their Eyes, that wou'd perswade them that
               it was <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> that spoke to 'em, so much was he alter'd; <pb n="229"/>they
               ask'd him, What he had done with his Wife? for they smelt a Stink that almost struck
               them dead. He, pointing to the dead Body, sighing, cry'd, <hi rend="italic">Behold her there;</hi>
               they put off the Flowers that cover'd her with their Sticks, and found she was
               kill'd; and cry'd out, <hi rend="italic">Oh Monster! that hast murther'd thy Wife:</hi> Then asking
               him, Why he did so cruel a Deed? He replied, he had no leasure to answer impertinent
               Questions; <hi rend="italic">You may go back,</hi> continued he, <hi rend="italic">and tell the Faithless
                  Governor, he may thank Fortune that I am breathing my last; and that my Arm is too
                  feeble to obey my Heart, in what it had design'd him:</hi> But his Tongue
               faultering, and trembling, he cou'd scarce end what he was saying. The <pb n="230"/>
                            <hi rend="italic">English</hi> taking Advantage by his Weakness, cry'd, <hi rend="italic">Let us take him
                  alive by all means:</hi> He heard 'em; and, as if he had reviv'd from a Fainting,
               or a Dream, he cry'd out, <hi rend="italic">No, Gentlemen, you are deceiv'd; you will find no
                  more</hi> Caesars <hi rend="italic">to be Whipt; no more find a Faith in me: Feeble as you think
                  me, I have Strength yet left to secure me from a second Indignity.</hi> They swore
               all a-new, and he only shook his Head, and beheld them with Scorn; then they cry'd
               out, <hi rend="italic">Who will venture on this single Man? Will no body?</hi> They stood all
               silent while <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> replied, <hi rend="italic">Fatal will be the Attempt to the first
                  Adventurer; let him assure himself,</hi> and, at that Word, held up his Knife in a
               menacing Posture, <hi rend="italic">Look ye, ye faithless Crew,</hi> said he,<pb n="231"/>
               <hi rend="italic">'tis not Life I seek, nor am I afraid of Dying;</hi> and, at that Word, cut a
               piece of Flesh from his own Throat, and threw it at 'em, <hi rend="italic">yet still I wou'd Live
                  if I cou'd, till I had perfected my Revenge. But oh! it cannot be; I feel Life
                  gliding from my Eyes and Heart; and, if I make not haste, I shall yet fall a
                  Victim to the shameful Whip.</hi> At that, he rip'd up his own Belly; and took his
               Bowels and pull'd 'em out, with what Strength he cou'd; while some, on their Knees
               imploring, besought him to hold his Hand. But when they saw him tottering, they cry'd
               out, <hi rend="italic">Will none venture on him?</hi> A bold <hi rend="italic">English</hi> cry'd, <hi rend="italic">Yes, if he
                  were the Devil;</hi> (taking Courage when he saw him almost Dead) and swearing a
               horrid Oath for his farewell<pb n="232"/> to the World; he rush'd on <hi rend="italic">Caesar,</hi>
               with his Arm'd Hand met him so fairly, as stuck him to the Heart, and he fell Dead at
               his Feet. <hi rend="italic">Tuscan</hi> seeing that, cry'd out, <hi rend="italic">I love thee, oh</hi> Caesar;
                  <hi rend="italic">and therefore will not let thee Dye, if possible:</hi> And, running to him,
               took him in his Arms; but, at the same time, warding a Blow that <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> made
               at his Bosom, he receiv'd it quite through his Arm; and <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> having not
               the Strength to pluck the Knife forth, though he attempted it, <hi rend="italic">Tuscan</hi>
               neither pull'd it out himself, nor suffer'd it to be pull'd out; but came down with
               it sticking in his Arm; and the reason he gave for it was, because the Air shou'd not
               get into the Wound: They put their Hands a-cross, and carried<pb n="233"/>
               <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> between Six of 'em, fainted as he was; and they thought Dead, or just
               Dying; and they brought him to <hi rend="italic">Parham,</hi> and laid him on a Couch, and had the
               Chirurgeon immediately to him, who drest his Wounds, and sow'd up his Belly, and us'd
               means to bring him to Life, which they effected. We ran all to see him; and, if
               before we thought him so beautiful a Sight, he was now so alter'd, that his Face was
               like a Death's Head black'd over; nothing but Teeth, and Eyeholes: For some Days we
               suffer'd no body to speak to him, but caused Cordials to be poured down his Throat,
               which sustained his Life; and in six or seven Days he recover'd his Senses: For, you
               must know, that <pb n="234"/> Wounds are almost to a Miracle cur'd in the
                  <hi rend="italic">Indies;</hi> unless Wounds in the Legs, which rarely ever cure.</p>

            <p>When he was well enough to speak, we talk'd to him; and ask'd him some Questions
               about his Wife, and the Reasons why he kill'd her; and he then told us what I have
               related of that Resolution, and of his Parting; and he besought us, we would let him
               Dye, and was extreamly Afflicted to think it was possible he might Live; he assur'd
               us, if we did not Dispatch him, he wou'd prove very Fatal to a great many. We said
               all we cou'd to make him Live, and gave him new Assurances; but he begg'd we wou'd
               not think so poorly of him, or of his love to <hi rend="italic">Imoinda,</hi> to <pb n="235"/>imagine we cou'd Flatter him to Life again; but the Chirurgeon assur'd him, he
               cou'd not Live, and therefore he need not Fear. We were all (but <hi rend="italic">Caesar)</hi>
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               time; (being my self-but Sickly, and very apt to fall into Fits of dangerous Illness
               upon any extraordinary Melancholy) the Servants, and <hi rend="italic">Trefry,</hi> and the
               Chirurgeons, promis'd all to take what possible care they cou'd of the Life of
                  <hi rend="italic">Caesar;</hi> and I, taking Boat, went with other Company to Colonel
                  <hi rend="italic">Martin</hi>'s, about three Days Journy down the River; but I was no sooner
               gon, but the<pb n="236"/>
               <hi rend="italic">Governor</hi> taking <hi rend="italic">Trefry,</hi> about some pretended earnest Business, a
               Days Journy up the River; having communicated his Design to one <hi rend="italic">Banister,</hi> a
               wild <hi rend="italic">Irish</hi>
               <ref target="Banister_" corresp="Banister">Man</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Banister" target="Banister_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#UVAstudstaff">Major James Bannister was
                  responsible for negotiating with the Dutch when England ceded Surinam in 1667.
                  According to Todd, in 1671, he led “about a hundred families to Jamaica where he
                  joined forces with governor Sir Thomas Lynch who was trying to suppress a rival,
                  backed by other ex-Surinam settlers” (Saunders Webb, 97). Bannister then became
                  major-general of Jamaica. Bannister was killed in 1673 by Mr. Burford, a
                  surveyor-general, who was then hanged.</note>, and one of the Council; a Fellow of
               absolute Barbarity, and fit to execute any Villany, but was Rich. He came up to
                  <hi rend="italic">Parham,</hi> and forcibly took <hi rend="italic">Caesar,</hi> and had him carried to the
               same Post where he was Whip'd; and causing him to be ty'd to it, and a great Fire
               made before him, he told him, he shou'd Dye like a Dog, as he was. <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi>
               replied, this was the first piece of Bravery that ever <hi rend="italic">Banister</hi> did; and he
               never spoke Sence till he pronounc'd that Word; and, if he wou'd keep it, he wou'd
               declare, in the other World, that he was<pb n="237"/> the only Man, of all the
               Whites, that ever he heard speak Truth. And turning to the Men that bound him, he
               said, <hi rend="italic">My Friends, am I to Dye, or to be Whip'd?</hi> And they cry'd, <hi rend="italic">Whip'd!
                  no; you shall not escape so well:</hi> And then he replied, smiling, <hi rend="italic">A
                  Blessing on thee;</hi> and assur'd them, they need not tye him, for he wou'd stand
               fixt, like a Rock; and indure Death so as shou'd encourage them to Dye. <hi rend="italic">But if
                  you Whip me,</hi> said he, <hi rend="italic">be sure you tye me fast.</hi>
            </p>

            <p>He had learn'd to take Tobaco; and when he was assur'd he should Dye, he desir'd they
               would give him a Pipe in his Mouth, ready Lighted, which they did; and the
               Executioner came, and first cut off his Members,<pb n="238"/> and threw them into the
               Fire; after that, with an ill-favoured Knife, they cut his Ears, and his Nose, and
               burn'd them; he still Smoak'd on, as if nothing had touch'd him; then they hack'd off
               one of his Arms, and still he bore up, and held his Pipe; but at the cutting off the
               other Arm, his Head sunk, and his Pipe drop'd; and he gave up the Ghost, without a
               Groan, or a Reproach. My Mother and Sister were by him all the while, but not
               suffer'd to save him; so rude and wild were the Rabble, and so inhumane were the
               Justices, who stood by to see the Execution, who after paid dearly enough for their
               Insolence. They cut <hi rend="italic">Caesar</hi> in Quarters, and sent them to several of the
                  chief<pb n="239"/>
                            <hi rend="italic">Plantations:</hi> One Quarter was sent to Colonel
                  <hi rend="italic">Martin,</hi> who refus'd it; and swore, he had rather see the Quarters of
                  <hi rend="italic">Banister,</hi> and the <hi rend="italic">Governor</hi> himself, than those of
                  <hi rend="italic">Caesar,</hi> on his <hi rend="italic">Plantations;</hi> and that he cou'd govern his
                  <hi rend="italic">Negroes</hi> without Terrifying and Grieving them with frightful Spectacles of
               a mangl'd King.</p>

            <p>Thus Dy'd this Great Man; worthy of a better Fate, and a more sublime Wit than mine
               to write his Praise; yet, I hope, the Reputation of my Pen is considerable enough to
               make his Glorious Name to survive to all Ages; with that of the Brave, the Beautiful,
               and the Constant <hi rend="italic">Imoinda.</hi>
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            <p>Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672) is one of the finest poets whose writings have survived from seventeenth-century New England. She was born Anne Dudley in England in 1612 to a wealthy and influential family. Her father, Thomas Dudley, was a Puritan who became a founding member of the Massachusetts Bay Company in the late 1620s. The Company was eager to develop a Puritan-oriented colony in north America, and when they launched their their first ship, the <hi rend="italic">Arbella</hi>, in 1630, Thomas Dudley went with the expectation that he would serve as the colony’s deputy governor once they arrived. Anne, who was by this point married to Simon Bradstreet, a young man who had worked with her father, joined her father and husband on the journey, arriving in what is now Salem, Massachusetts in June 1630. She spent the rest of her life in New England.</p>   
                
                <p>The Bradstreets were an important family in the Massachusetts Bay Colony. Her father served in a number of significant administrative positions, and her husband was for many years the secretary of the colony, among many other things. Each also served as governor of the colony. Bradstreet remembered many years later that upon arrival in Massachusetts that “I came into this country, where I found a new World and new manners at which my heart rose.” The language is ambiguous: did her heart rise with pleasure or with unhappiness and resistance? But Anne also wrote that she made her peace with her new life, accepting it as “the way of God.” The Bradstreets lived in eastern Massachusetts, in what are now Boston, Cambridge, Ipswich, and North Andover, where Simon and Anne raised eight children. Anne died in 1672, having suffered for several years from poor health, the result of smallpox and possibly tuberculosis.</p>   
                
            <p>In ascribing her uprooting to North America as the will of God, Bradstreet shows her loyalty to the Puritanism that infused her life, her family, her writings, and the mission of the Massachusetts Bay Colony. The Puritan colonists who founded the Massachusetts Bay Colony were eager to create a world apart, what John Winthrop, the first governor of the colony called “a city upon a hill” in a sermon he gave to the assembled colonists on the <hi rend="italic">Arbella</hi> as they arrived. The Massachusetts Bay Colony was a Puritan enclave run more as a theocracy than as representative democracy. The colony was officially intolerant of other religious denominations, and the colonists were eager to “civilize” the native peoples of the area (including members of the Massachusetts tribe, from which the Company and Colony took its name) by converting them to Christianity. (The Company’s seal, reproduced here, depicts, incredibly, a native American asking for such help.)
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                Nonetheless, the Colony grew rapidly in the 1630s, with perhaps as many as 40,000 people emigrating to it from England.</p>   
                        <p>What place did poetry have in such a culture? A surprisingly significant one. We tend to think of Puritans as opposed to sensual things and to aesthetic pleasures like those found in art and literature. But that is a false stereotype; the truth is closer to the opposite. Puritans worried about the sensuality of the world because they had such a healthy respect for its power that they felt the need to keep strict controls over how people interacted with and thought about it. Puritan leaders feared that indulgence in sensual things for their own sake interfered with the goal of seeing the world around us as a conduit to the divine. Human senses were a gift from God, and were thus so potent that they demanded proper control, education, and discipline. Poetry was a one way of channeling humans’ inherently sensual nature into worthwhile and uplifting pursuits, of learning how to see the world around us as so many signs of the immanent presence of God, and of shaping language so as to be able to share that insight with others. A fair number of Puritans, in both England and its colonial outpost in Massachusetts, wrote verse both for pleasure and as an expression of their faith. The famous Puritan minister Cotton Mather worried, in fact, that young ministers might spend neglect their scholarly studies by spending too much time reading and composing poetry. He observed in 1726 that the “Rickety Nation” of the Puritan people now “swarms withal” with a “Boundless and Sickly Appetite for poetry.”</p>   
                
            <p>Bradstreet may have written poetry from childhood, but none of that work has survived. What we do know is that she composed poetry throughout her adult life. In most modern anthologies, the bulk of the poems reproduced concern either domestic subjects (such as “To My Dear and Loving Husband” and “Verses upon the Burning of our House,” which are probably her most two famous poems for modern readers) or her observations of the natural world in her series entitled <hi rend="italic">Contemplations</hi>. And these are indeed wonderful poems, rich with observation, intimacy, and emotion. But Bradstreet also wrote on more public subjects. Her book <hi rend="italic">The Tenth Muse</hi> includes different series of poems on the natural elements, the four humours, the four seasons, and also “histories” of the four great monarchies. This last is a poem that is based (at least in part) on Sir Walter Raleigh’s <hi rend="italic">History of the World</hi>. These were the poems that contemporaries noticed; in his  <hi rend="italic">Theatrum Poetarum</hi> (1675), an enormous book that compiled the names of all of the significant poets, ancient and modern, Edward Philips identified precisely these long political poems as the ones by which “Anne Broadstreet, a New-England Poetess,” would be remembered. Her poem “A Dialogue between Old and New England” is an explicitly political work, lamenting the crisis that befell the home country in the 1640s and hoping that the godliness of its colonial offspring might help renew it. Even on the frontier, Bradstreet kept engaged with the world beyond New England through her reading and her poetry, which addressed public and private subjects alike.</p>   
                
            <p>As was typical in this period, Bradstreet’s poems circulated among her family and friends in New England in manuscript form, and there is no evidence that she was interested in having them printed for wider publication. But <hi rend="italic">The Tenth Muse</hi> was published in London when her brother in law John Woodbridge brought a manuscript copy of her poetry to a publisher there. The point of the title, which was probably not Bradstreet’s idea, is that the new world has produced a new, tenth muse to add to the nine muses of the classical world, the female goddesses who, according to the Greek mythological system that early modern Europeans loved, inspired poetry. The flattering implication in 1650, a year when England was suffering from the aftermath of a terrible civil war, a war that had seen the execution of the king only the year before, was that Bradstreet was such a goddess, and that her poetry, produced in a distant land that had been spared the conflict, might help redeem the fractured culture of the home country. Bradstreet may or may not have wanted these poems published—the evidence is ambiguous—but once they were out in the world, she worked on revising her poetry and adding to her body of writing with an eye towards producing a more authoritative edition. That edition, called <hi rend="italic">Several Poems Compiled with Great Variety of Wit and Learning</hi>, was published posthumously in 1678. </p>          
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                        Library at the University of Virginia. We have also consulted the Oxford
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                            <hi rend="italic">Olaudah Equiano</hi>
                            <lb/> or<lb/> Gustavus Vassa,<lb/>
               <hi rend="italic">the African</hi>
                            <lb/>
                        </head>
            <head type="sub">
                            <hi rend="italic">Published March 1 1789 by G. Vassa</hi>
                        </head>
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         <pb n="[Title Page]" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-pII.jpg"/>
         <titlePage>
            <docTitle>
               <titlePart> THE<lb/>INTERESTING NARRATIVE<lb/> OF<lb/> THE LIFE <lb/>OF <lb/>OLAUDAH
                  EQUIANO,<lb/> OR <lb/>GUSTAVUS VASSA,<lb/> THE AFRICAN.<lb/>
                            </titlePart>
            </docTitle>
            <docAuthor>
                            <hi rend="italic">WRITTEN BY HIMSELF.</hi>
                        </docAuthor>
                        <lb/>
            <titlePart> VOL 1.<lb/>
                        </titlePart>
            <epigraph>
               <quote>
                 <hi rend="italic">Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust and not be afraid,
                        for the Lord Jehovah is my strength and my song; he also is become my
                        salvation.</hi>
                  
                     <hi rend="italic">And in that day shall ye say, Praise the Lord, call upon his
                        name, declare his doings among the people,</hi>
                  
                  <bibl>Isaiah xii. 2, 4.<lb/>
                                </bibl>
               </quote>
            </epigraph>
            <titlePart> SECOND EDITION.<lb/>
                        </titlePart>
            <docImprint>
               <pubPlace> LONDON:<lb/>
                            </pubPlace>
               <publisher>Printed and sold for the AUTHOR, by T. Wilkins, No. 23, Aldermanbury;
                  sold also by Mr. Johnson, St. Paul's Church-Yard; Mr. Buckland, Paternoster-Row;
                  Messrs. Robson and Clark, Bond-street; Mr. Davis, opposite Gray's-Inn, Holborn;
                  Mr. Matthews, Strand; Mr Stockdale, Piccadilly; Mr. Richardson, Royal Exchange;
                  Mr. Kearsley, Fleet-street; and the Booksellers in Oxford and
                  Cambridge.</publisher>
               <hi rend="italic">[Entered at stationers-hall.</hi>]</docImprint>
         </titlePage>
         <div type="dedication">
            <pb n="iii" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-pIII.jpg"/>
            <head>To the Lords spiritual and Temporal, and the Commons of the Parliament of Great
               Britain.</head>
            <opener>
               <salute>My Lords and Gentlemen,</salute>
            </opener>
            <p>PERMIT me, with the greatest deference and respect, to lay at your feet the following
               genuine Narrative; the chief design of which is to excite in your august assemblies a
               sense of compassion for the miseries which the Slave-Trade has entailed on my
               unfortunate countrymen. By the horrors of that trade was I first torn away from all
               the tender connexions that were naturally dear to my heart; but these, <pb n="iv" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-pIV.jpg"/> through the mysterious ways of
               Providence, I ought to regard as infinitely more than compensated by the introduction
               I have thence obtained to the knowledge of the Christian religion, and of a nation
               which, by its liberal sentiments, its humanity, the glorious freedom of its
               government, and its proficiency in arts and sciences, has exalted the dignity of
               human nature.</p>
            <p>I am sensible I ought to entreat your pardon for addressing to you a work so wholly
               devoid of literary merit; but, as the production of an unlettered African, who is
               actuated by the hope of becoming an instrument towards the relief of his suffering
               countrymen, I trust that <hi rend="italic">such a man,</hi> pleading in <hi rend="italic">such a</hi>
               <pb n="v" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-pV.jpg"/>
               <hi rend="italic">cause,</hi> will be acquitted of boldness and presumption.</p>
            <p>May the God of heaven inspire your hearts with peculiar benevolence on that important
               day when the question of Abolition is to be discussed, when thousands, in consequence
               of your Determination, are to look for Happiness or Misery!</p>
            <closer>
               <signed>I am, MY LORDS AND GENTLEMEN, Your most obedient, And devoted humble servant,
                  OLAUDAH EQUIANO, OR GUSTAVUS VASSA.</signed>
               <date>No. 10, Union-Street, Mary-le-bone, Dec. 24, 1789.
               </date>
            </closer>
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            <pb n="vi" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-pVI.jpg"/>
            <head>A <lb/>LIST <lb/>OF <lb/>
                            <ref target="subscribers_" corresp="subscribers">SUBSCRIBERS</ref>.</head>
            <lg>
               <l>His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales.</l>
               <l>His Royal Highness the Duke of York.</l>
               <l>His Royal Highness the Duke of Cumberland.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <head>A</head>
               <l>The Right Hon. the Earl of Ailesbury</l>
               <l>Admiral Affleck</l>
               <l>Mr. William Abington, 2 copies</l>
               <l>Mr. John Abraham</l>
               <l>James Adair, Esq.</l>
               <pb n="vii" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-pVII.jpg"/>
               <l>The Reverend Charles Adams</l>
               <l>Miss Mary Adams</l>
               <l>John Ady</l>
               <l>The Reverend Mr. Aldridge</l>
               <l>Mr. John Almon</l>
               <l>Mrs. Arnot</l>
               <l>Mr. Joseph Armitage</l>
               <l>Mr. Joseph Ashpinshaw</l>
               <l>Mrs. Ashman</l>
               <l>Mr. Samuel Atkins</l>
               <l>Mr John Attwood</l>
               <l>Mr. Thomas Attwood</l>
               <l>Mr. Ashwell</l>
               <l>J. C. Ashworth, Esq.</l>
               <l>Mr. Audley</l>
               <l>Mr. Aufrere</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <head>B</head>
               <l>His Grace the Duke of Bedford</l>
               <l>Her Grace the Duchess of Buccleugh</l>
               <l>The Right Reverend the Lord Bishop of Bangor</l>
               <l>The Right Hon. Lord Belgrave</l>
               <l>The Reverend Doctor Baker</l>
               <l>Mrs. Baker</l>
               <l>Matthew Baillie, M. D.</l>
               <l>Mrs. Baillie</l>
               <l>Miss Baillie</l>
               <l>Miss J. Baillie</l>
               <l>David Barclay, Esq.</l>
               <l>Mr. Robert Barrett</l>
               <l>Mr. William Barrett</l>
               <l>Mr. John Barnes</l>
               <l>Mr. John Basnett</l>
               <l>Mr. Bateman</l>
               <pb n="viii" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-pVIII.jpg"/>
               <l>Mrs. Baynes, 2 copies</l>
               <l>Mr. Thomas Bellamy</l>
               <l>Admiral George Belfour</l>
               <l>Mr. J. Benjafield</l>
               <l>Mr, William Bennett</l>
               <l>Mr. Bensley</l>
               <l>Mr. Samuel Benson</l>
               <l>Mrs. Benton</l>
               <l>The Reverend Mr. Bently</l>
               <l>Mr. Thomas Bentley</l>
               <l>Mr. J. P Berthon</l>
               <l>Sir John Berney, Bart.</l>
               <l>Alexander Blair, Esq.</l>
               <l>James Bocock, Esq.</l>
               <l>Mrs. Bond</l>
               <l>Miss Bond</l>
               <l>Mrs. Borckhardt</l>
               <l>Mrs. E. Boverie</l>
               <l>Alderman Boydell</l>
               <l>Mr. Harris Bottisham</l>
               <l>——— Brand, Esq.</l>
               <l>Mr. Martin Brander</l>
               <l>F. J. Brown, Esq. M. P. 2 copies</l>
               <l>W. Buttall, Esq.</l>
               <l>Mr. Buxton</l>
               <l>Mr. R. L. B.</l>
               <l>Mr. Thomas Burton, 6 copies</l>
               <l>Mr. W. Button</l>
               <l>Mr. Barton</l>
               <l>Edward Burch, Esq. R. A.</l>
               <l>Mr Marcus Butcher</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <head>C</head>
               <l>The Right Hon. Lord Cathcart</l>
               <l>The Right Reverend Lord Bishop of Chester</l>
               <pb n="ix" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-pIX.jpg"/>
               <l>The Right Hon. H. S. Conway</l>
               <l>Lady Almiria Carpenter</l>
               <l>Charles Carter, Esq.</l>
               <l>Mr. James Chalmers</l>
               <l>Mr. Child</l>
               <l>Captain John Clarkson, of the Royal Navy</l>
               <l>The Rev. Mr. Thomas Clarkson, 2 copies</l>
               <l>Mr. R. Clay</l>
               <l>Mr. William Clout</l>
               <l>Mr. George Club</l>
               <l>Mr. John Cobb</l>
               <l>Miss Calwell</l>
               <l>Mr. Thomas Cooper</l>
               <l>Mr. Thomas Cooper, Jun.</l>
               <l>Richard Cosway, Esq.</l>
               <l>Mr. James Coxe</l>
               <l>Mr. J. C.</l>
               <l>Mr. Croucher</l>
               <l>Mr. Cruickshanks</l>
               <l>Ottobah Cugoano, or John Stewart</l>
               <l>Mr. Joseph Chamberlain</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <head>D</head>
               <l>The Right Hon. the Earl of Dartmouth</l>
               <l>The Right Hon. the Earl of Derby</l>
               <l>sir William Dolben, Bart.</l>
               <l>Mr. John Dalby</l>
               <l>Mrs. M. Davey</l>
               <l>Mr. Davis</l>
               <l>The Reverend C. E. De Coetlogon</l>
               <l>John Delamain, Esq.</l>
               <l>Mrs. Delamain,</l>
               <pb n="x" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-pX.jpg"/>
               <l>Mr. William Denton</l>
               <l>Mr. T. Dickie</l>
               <l>Mr. William Dickson</l>
               <l>Mr. Charles Dilly, 2 copies</l>
               <l>Andrew Drummond, Esq.</l>
               <l>Mr. George Durant</l>
               <l>Mr. E. O. Donovan</l>
               <l>The Reverend Mr. William Dunn</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <head>E</head>
               <l>The Right Hon. the Earl of Essex</l>
               <l>The Right Hon. the Countess of Essex</l>
               <l>Sir Gilbert Elliot, Bart. 2 copies</l>
               <l>Lady Ann Erskine</l>
               <l>G. Noel Edwards, Esq. M. P. 2 copies</l>
               <l>Mr. Durs Egg</l>
               <l>Mr. Ebenezer Evans</l>
               <l>The Reverend Mr. John Eyre</l>
               <l>Mr. William Eyre</l>
               <l>Mr. John Elgar</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <head>F</head>
               <l>Mr. George Fallowdown</l>
               <l>Mr. John Fell</l>
               <l>Mrs. William Fielding</l>
               <l>F. W. Foster, Esq.</l>
               <l>The Reverend Mr. Foster</l>
               <l>Mr. J. Frith</l>
               <l>W. Fuller, Esq.</l>
            </lg>
            <pb n="xi" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-pXI.jpg"/>
            <lg>
               <head>G</head>
               <l>The Right Hon. the Earl of Gainsborough</l>
               <l>The Right Hon. the Earl of Grosvenor</l>
               <l>The Right Hon. Viscount Gallway</l>
               <l>The Right Hon. Viscountess Gallway</l>
               <l>—-- Gardener, Esq.</l>
               <l>Mrs. Garrick</l>
               <l>Mr. John Gates</l>
               <l>Mr. Samuel Gear</l>
               <l>Mr. Richard George</l>
               <l>Sir Philip Gibbes, Bart. 6 copies</l>
               <l>Miss Gibbes</l>
               <l>Mr. Edward Gilbert</l>
               <l>Mr Jonathan Gillett</l>
               <l>W. P. Gilliess, Esq.</l>
               <l>Mrs. Gordon</l>
               <l>Mr. Grange</l>
               <l>Mr. William Grant</l>
               <l>Mr. John Grant</l>
               <l>Mr. Adam Graham</l>
               <l>Mr. R. Greening</l>
               <l>s. Griffiths</l>
               <l>John Grove, Esq.</l>
               <l>Mrs. Guerin</l>
               <l>The Reverend Mr. Gwinnup</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <head>H</head>
               <l>The Right Hon. the Earl of Hopetoun</l>
               <l>The Right Hon. Lord Hawke</l>
               <l>The Right Hon. Countess Harrington</l>
               <l>Right Hon. Dowager Countess of Huntingdon</l>
               <pb n="xiii" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-pXII.jpg"/>
               <l>Mr. Benjamin Haigh</l>
               <l>Charles Hamilton, Esq.</l>
               <l>Thomas Hall, Esq.</l>
               <l>Mr. Hall</l>
               <l>Mr. Haley</l>
               <l>Thomas Hammersley, Esq.</l>
               <l>Mr. Timothy Hansfield</l>
               <l>Hugh Josiah Hansard, Esq.</l>
               <l>Mrs. Harben</l>
               <l>Mr. Moses Hart</l>
               <l>Mr. Thomas Hardy</l>
               <l>Mr. Haszelegrove</l>
               <l>Mrs. Hawkins</l>
               <l>Mr. Haysom</l>
               <l>Mr. Hearne</l>
               <l>Mr. William Hepburn</l>
               <l>Mr. J. Hibbert</l>
               <l>Mr. Jacob Higman</l>
               <l>Sir Richard Hill, Bart.</l>
               <l>Reverend Mr. Rowland Hill</l>
               <l>Miss Hill</l>
               <l>Captain John Hills, Royal Navy</l>
               <l>Edmund Hill, Esq.</l>
               <l>The Reverend Mr. Edward Hoare</l>
               <l>William Hodges, Esq.</l>
               <l>Mrs. Hogflesh</l>
               <l>The Reverend Mr. John Holmes, 3 copies</l>
               <l>Mr. Martin Hopkins</l>
               <l>Mr. Thomas Howell</l>
               <l>Mr. R. Huntley</l>
               <l>Mr. J. Hunt</l>
               <l>Mr. Philip Hurlock, Sen.</l>
               <l>Mr. Hutson</l>
               <l>Mr. Hodgkinson</l>
               <l>Mr. Abraham Horsfall</l>
               <l>Mr. John Horsfall</l>
               <l>Mr. John Horsfall</l>
               <l>Mr. Robert Hudson</l>
               <l>Mr. George Hutton</l>
            </lg>
            <pb n="xiii" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-pXIII.jpg"/>
            <lg>
               <head>J</head>
               <l>Mr. T. W. J. Esq.</l>
               <l>Mr. James Jackson</l>
               <l>Mr. Thomas Jackson</l>
               <l>Mr. John Jackson</l>
               <l>Mr. James Jacobs</l>
               <l>Reverend Mr. James</l>
               <l>Mr. Jefferys, Royal Navy</l>
               <l>Mrs. Anne Jennings</l>
               <l>The Reverend Dr. Jowett</l>
               <l>Mr. Johnson</l>
               <l>Mrs. Johnson</l>
               <l>Mr. William Jones</l>
               <l>Mr. James Jones</l>
               <l>Thomas Irving, Esq. 3 copies</l>
               <l>Mr. William Justins</l>
               <l>Edward Ind, Esq.</l>
               <l>Robert Ind, Esq.</l>
               <l>James Johnson, Esq.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <head>K</head>
               <l>The Right Hon. Lord Kinnaird</l>
               <l>William Kendal, Esq.</l>
               <l>James Karr, Esq.</l>
               <l>Mr. William Ketland</l>
               <l>Mr. Edward King</l>
               <l>Mr. Thomas Kingston</l>
               <l>The Reverend Dr. Kippis</l>
               <l>Mr. William Kitchener</l>
               <l>Mr. John Knight</l>
            </lg>
            <pb n="xiv" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-pXIV.jpg"/>
            <lg>
               <head>L</head>
               <l>The Right Reverend the Lord Bishop of London</l>
               <l>Mr. John Laisne</l>
               <l>Mr. John Lamb</l>
               <l>Bennet Langton, Esq.</l>
               <l>Mr. s. Lee</l>
               <l>Mr. Walter Lewis</l>
               <l>Mr. Walter Lewis, Jun.</l>
               <l>Mr. J. Lewis</l>
               <l>Mr. J. Lindsey</l>
               <l>Mr. T. Litchfield</l>
               <l>Edward Loveden Loveden, Esq. M. P.</l>
               <l>Charles Lloyd, Esq.</l>
               <l>Mr. William Lloyd</l>
               <l>Mr. Samuel Lucas</l>
               <l>Mr. J. B. Lucas</l>
               <l>Mr. James Luken</l>
               <l>Henry Lyte, Esq.</l>
               <l>Mrs. Lyon</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <head>M</head>
               <l>His Grace the Duke of Marlborough</l>
               <l>His Grace the Duke of Montague</l>
               <l>The Right Hon. Lord Mulgrave</l>
               <l>Sir Herbert Mackworth, Bart.</l>
               <l>Sir Charles Middleton, Bart.</l>
               <l>Lady Middleton</l>
               <l>Mr. Thomas Macklane</l>
               <l>Mr. George Markett</l>
               <pb n="xv" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-pXV.jpg"/>
               <l>James Martin, Esq. M. P.</l>
               <l>Master Martin, Hayes-Grove, Kent</l>
               <l>Mr. William Massey</l>
               <l>Mr. Joseph Massingham</l>
               <l>Mr. Matthews, 6 copies</l>
               <l>John M'Intosh, Esq.</l>
               <l>Paul Le Mesurier, Esq. M. P. 3 copies</l>
               <l>Mr. James Mewburn</l>
               <l>The Reverend H. Michell</l>
               <l>Mr. N. Middleton</l>
               <l>T. Mitchell, Esq.</l>
               <l>Mrs. Montague, 2 copies</l>
               <l>Miss Hannah More</l>
               <l>Mr. George Morrison</l>
               <l>Thomas Morris, Esq.</l>
               <l>Miss Morris</l>
               <l>Morris Morgann, Esq.</l>
               <l>Mr Musgrove</l>
               <l>Mr. Thomas Musgrove</l>
               <l>Mr. P. M.</l>
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            <lg>
               <head>N</head>
               <l>His Grace the Duke of Northumberland</l>
               <l>Henry Naylor, Esq.</l>
               <l>Francis Noble, Esq.</l>
               <l>Captain Norman, Royal Navy</l>
               <l>Captain Nurse</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <head>O</head>
               <l>Edward Ogle, Esq.</l>
               <l>James Ogle, Esq.</l>
               <pb n="xvi" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-pXVI.jpg"/>
               <l>Robert Oliver, Esq.</l>
               <l>The Reverend Mr. J. Owen</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <head>P</head>
               <l>The Right Hon. William Pickett, Esq. Lord Mayor of London</l>
               <l>Mr. D. Parker</l>
               <l>Mr. W. Parker</l>
               <l>Mr. O Parry</l>
               <l>Mr. Richard Packer, Jun.</l>
               <l>The Reverend Dr Peckard of Cambridge</l>
               <l>Mr. James Pearse</l>
               <l>Mr. J. Pearson</l>
               <l>J. Penn, Esq.</l>
               <l>George Peters, Esq.</l>
               <l>Mr. W. Phillips</l>
               <l>J. Phillips, Esq.</l>
               <l>Mrs. Pickard</l>
               <l>Mr. Charles Pilgrim</l>
               <l>The Hon. George Pitt, M. P.</l>
               <l>Mr. Thomas Pooley</l>
               <l>Patrick Power, Esq.</l>
               <l>Mr. Michael Power</l>
               <l>Joseph Pratt, Esq.</l>
               <l>Mr. Samuel Purle</l>
               <l>Mr. M. P.</l>
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            <head>CONTENTS<lb/> OF<lb/> VOLUME I.</head>
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               <l>CHAP. I. <hi rend="italic">The author's account of his country, their manners and
                     customs, &amp;c.</hi> — Page 1</l>
               <l>CHAP. II. <hi rend="italic">The author's birth and parentage—His being kidnapped
                     with his sister—Horrors of a slave ship</hi> — Page 45</l>
               <l>CHAP. III. <hi rend="italic">The author is carried to Virginia—Arrives in
                     England—His wonder at a fall of snow</hi> — Page 89</l>
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               <l> CHAP. IV. <hi rend="italic">A particular account of the celebrated engagement
                     between Admiral Boscawen and Monsieur Le Clue</hi> — Page 130</l>
               <l>CHAP. V. <hi rend="italic">Various interesting instances of oppression, cruelty,
                     and extortion</hi> — Page 180</l>
               <l>CHAP. VI. <hi rend="italic">Favourable change in the author's situation—He
                     commences merchant with threepence</hi> — Page 227</l>
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            <head type="title">
 THE LIFE, &amp;c.</head>
            <div n="1" type="chapter">
               <head>CHAPTER I.</head>
               
                  <p>
                     <hi rend="italic">The author's account of his country, and their manners and
                        customs, Administration of Justice—Embrenché—Marriage ceremony, and public
                        entertainments—Mode of living—Dress—Manufactures
                        Buildings—Commerce—Agriculture—War and religion—Superstition of the
                        natives—Funeral ceremonies of the priests or magicians—Curious mode of
                        discovering poison—some hints concerning the origin of the author's
                        countrymen, with the opinions of different writers
                        on that subject.</hi>
                  </p>
               
               <p>I BELIEVE it is difficult for those who publish their own memoirs to escape the
                  imputation of vanity; nor is this <pb n="2" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p2.jpg"/> the only disadvantage under which they labour: it is also their misfortune,
                  that what is uncommon is rarely, if ever, believed, and what is obvious we are apt
                  to turn from with disgust, and to charge the writer with impertinence. People
                  generally think those memoirs only worthy to be read or remembered which abound in
                  great or striking events; those, in short, which in a high degree excite either
                  admiration or pity: all others they consign to contempt and oblivion. It is
                  therefore, I confess, not a little hazardous in a private and obscure individual,
                  and a stranger too, thus to solicit the indulgent attention of the public;
                  especially when I own I offer here the history of neither a saint, a hero, nor a
                  tyrant. I believe there are a few events in my life, which have not happened to
                  many: it is true the incidents of it are numerous; and, did I consider myself an
                  European, <pb n="3" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p3.jpg"/> I might say my
                  sufferings were great: but when I compare my lot with that of most of my
                  countrymen, I regard myself as a <hi rend="italic">particular favourite of
                     Heaven,</hi> and acknowledge the mercies of Providence in every occurrence of
                  my life. If then the following narrative does not appear sufficiently interesting
                  to engage general attention, let my motive be some excuse for its publication. I
                  am not so foolishly vain as to expect from it either immortality or literary
                  reputation. If it affords any satisfaction to my numerous friends, at whose
                  request it has been written, or in the smallest degree promotes the interests of
                  humanity, the ends for which it was undertaken will be fully attained, and every
                  wish of my heart gratified. Let it therefore be remembered, that, in wishing to
                  avoid censure, I do not aspire to praise.</p>
               <p>
                  <pb n="4" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p4.jpg"/> That part of Africa, known by
                  the name of Guinea, to which the trade for slaves is carried on, extends along the
                  coast above 3400 miles, from Senegal to Angola, and includes a variety of
                  kingdoms. Of these the most considerable is the kingdom of <ref target="benin_" corresp="benin">Benin</ref>, both as to extent and wealth, the richness and
                  cultivation of the soil, the power of its king, and the number and warlike
                  disposition of the inhabitants. It is situated nearly under the line, and extends
                  along the coast about 170 miles, but runs back into the interior part of Africa to
                  a distance hitherto I believe unexplored by any traveller; and seems only
                  terminated at length by the empire of Abyssinia, near 1500 miles from its
                  beginning. This kingdom is divided into many provinces or districts: in one of the
                  most remote and fertile of which, <pb n="5" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p5.jpg"/> I was born, in the year 1745, situated in a charming fruitful vale, named
                  Essaka. The distance of this province from the capital of Benin and the sea coast
                  must be very considerable; for I had never heard of white men or Europeans, nor of
                  the sea; and our subjection to the king of Benin was little more than nominal; for
                  every transaction of the government, as far as my slender observation extended,
                  was conducted by the chiefs or elders of the place. The manners and government of
                  a people who have little commerce with other countries are generally very simple;
                  and the history of what passes in one family or village, may serve as a specimen
                  of the whole nation. My father was one of those elders or chiefs I have spoken of,
                  and was styled Embrenché; a term, as I remember, importing the highest
                  distinction, and <pb n="6" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p6.jpg"/> signifying in
                  our language a <hi rend="italic">mark</hi> of grandeur. This mark is conferred on
                  the person entitled to it, by cutting the skin across at the top of the forehead,
                  and drawing it down to the eye-brows; and while it is in this situation applying a
                  warm hand, and rubbing it until it shrinks up into a thick <hi rend="italic">weal</hi> across the lower part of the forehead. Most of the judges and
                  senators were thus marked; my father had long borne it: I had seen it conferred on
                  one of my brothers, and I also was <hi rend="italic">destined</hi> to receive it
                  by my parents. Those Embrenché or chief men, decided disputes and punished crimes;
                  for which purpose they always assembled together. The proceedings were generally
                  short; and in most cases the law of retaliation prevailed. I remember a man was
                  brought before my father, and the other judges, for kidnapping a boy; <pb n="7" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p7.jpg"/> and, although he was the son of a chief
                  or senator, he was condemned to make recompense by a man or woman slave. Adultery,
                  however, was sometimes punished with slavery or death; a punishment which I
                  believe is inflicted on it throughout most of the nations of Africa*: so sacred
                  among them is the honour of the marriage bed, and so jealous are they of the
                  fidelity of their wives. Of this I recollect an instance—-a woman was convicted
                  before the judges of adultery, and delivered over, as the custom was, to her
                  husband to be punished. Accordingly he determined to put her to death: but it
                  being found, just before her execution, that she had an infant at her breast; and
                  no woman being prevailed on to perform the part of a nurse, she was spared on
                     <note type="footnote">
                                    <p> * See Benezet's "Account of Guinea" throughout.
                        [Equiano's note]</p>
                                </note>
                  <pb n="8" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p8.jpg"/> account of the child. The men,
                  however, do not preserve the same constancy to their wives, which they expect from
                  them; for they indulge in a plurality, though seldom in more than two. Their mode
                  of marriage is thus:—both parties are usually betrothed when young by their
                  parents, (though I have known the males to betroth themselves). On this occasion a
                  feast is prepared, and the bride and bridegroom stand up in the midst of all their
                  friends, who are assembled for the purpose, while he declares she is thenceforth
                  to be looked upon as his wife, and that no other person is to pay any addresses to
                  her. This is also immediately proclaimed in the vicinity, on which the bride
                  retires from the assembly. Some time after she is brought home to her husband, and
                  then another feast is made, to which <pb n="9" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p9.jpg"/> the relations of both parties are
                  invited: her parents then deliver her to the bridegroom, accompanied with a number
                  of blessings, and at the same time they tie round her waist a cotton string of the
                  thickness of a goose-quill, which none but married women are permitted to wear:
                  she is now considered as completely his wife; and at this time the dowry is given
                  to the new married pair, which generally consists of portions of land, slaves, and
                  cattle, household goods, and implements of husbandry. These are offered by the
                  friends of both parties; besides which the parents of the bridegroom present gifts
                  to those of the bride, whose property she is looked upon before marriage; but
                  after it she is esteemed the sole property of her husband. The ceremony being now
                  ended the festival begins, which is <pb n="10" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p10.jpg"/> celebrated with bonfires, and loud
                  acclamations of joy, accompanied with music and dancing.</p>
               <p>We are almost a nation of dancers, musicians, and poets. Thus every great event,
                  such as a triumphant return from battle, or other cause of public rejoicing is
                  celebrated in public dances which are accompanied with songs and music suited to
                  the occasion. The assembly is seperated into four divisions, which dance either
                  apart or in succession, and each with a character peculiar to itself. The first
                  division contains the married men, who in their dances frequently exhibit feats of
                  arms, and the representation of a battle. To these succeed the married women, who
                  dance in the second division. The young men accupy the third: and the maidens the
                  fourth. Each represents some interesting scene <pb n="11" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p11.jpg"/> of real life, such as a great
                  achievement, domestic employment, a pathetic story, or some rural sport; and as
                  the subject is generally founded on some recent event, it is therefore ever new.
                  This gives our dances a spirit and variety which I have scarcely seen elsewhere*.
                  We have many musical instruments, particularly drums of different kinds, a piece
                  of music which resembles a guitar, and another much like a stickado. These last
                  are chiefly used by betrothed virgins, who play on them on all grand
                  festivals.</p>
               <p>As our manners are simple, our luxuries are few. The dress of both sexes is nearly
                  the same. It generally consists of a long piece of calico, or muslin, wrapped
                  loosely round the body, somewhat in the form of a <note type="footnote">
                                    <p>* When
                        I was in Smyrna I have frequently seen the Greeks dance after this manner.
                        [Equiano's note]</p>
                                </note>
                  <pb n="12" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p12.jpg"/> highland plaid. This is
                  usually dyed blue, which is our <ref target="purple_" corresp="purple">favorite
                     colour.</ref> It is extracted from a berry, and is brighter and richer than any
                  I have seen in Europe. Besides this, our women of distinction wear golden
                  ornaments, which they dispose with some profusion on their arms and legs. When our
                  women are not employed with the men in tillage, their usual occupation is spinning
                  and weaving cotton, which they afterwards dye, and make into garments. They also
                  manufacture earthen vessels, of which we have many kinds. Among the rest tobacco
                  pipes, made after the same fashion, and used in the same manner, as those in
                  Turkey*.</p>
               <p>Our manner of living is entirely plain; for as yet the natives are unacquainted
                     <note type="footnote">
                                    <p>* The bowl is earthen, curiously figured, to which a
                        long reed is fixed as a tube. This tube is sometimes so long as to be borne
                        by one, and frequently out of grandeur, by two boys. [Equiano's
                     note]</p>
                                </note>
                  <pb n="13" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p13.jpg"/> with those refinements in
                  cookery which debauch the taste: bullocks, goats, and poultry, supply the greatest
                  part of their food. These constitute likewise the principal wealth of the country,
                  and the chief articles of its commerce. The flesh is usually stewed in a pan; to
                  make it savoury we sometimes use also pepper, and other spices, and we have salt
                  made of wood ashes. Our vegetables are mostly plantains, eadas, yams, beans, and
                  Indian corn. The head of the family usually eats alone; his wives and slaves have
                  also their separate tables. Before we taste food we always wash our hands: indeed
                  our cleanliness on all occasions is extreme; but on this it is an indispensible
                  ceremony. After washing, libation is made, by pouring out a small portion of the
                  drink on the floor, and tossing a small quantity of the food <pb n="14" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p14.jpg"/> in a certain place, for the spirits of
                  departed relations, which the natives suppose to preside over their conduct, and
                  guard them from evil. They are totally unacquainted with strong or spirituous
                  liquors; and their principal beverage is palm wine. This is got from a tree of
                  that name, by tapping it at the top, and fastening a large gourd to it; and
                  sometimes one tree will yield three or four gallons in a night. When just drawn it
                  is of a most delicious sweetness; but in a few days it acquires a tartish and more
                  spirituous flavour: though I never saw any one intoxicated by it. The same tree
                  also produces nuts and oil. Our principal luxury is in perfumes; one sort of these
                  is an odoriferous wood of delicious fragrance: the other a kind of earth; a small
                  portion of which thrown <pb n="15" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p15.jpg"/> into
                  the fire diffuses a most powerful odour.* We beat this wood into powder, and mix it
                  with palm oil; with which both men and women perfume themselves.</p>
               <p>In our buildings we study convenience rather than ornament. Each master of a
                  family has a large square piece of ground, surrounded with a moat or fence, or
                  enclosed with a wall made of red earth tempered: which, when dry, is as hard as
                  brick. Within this are his houses to accommodate his family and slaves; which, if
                  numerous, frequently present the appearance of a village. In the middle stands the
                  principal building, appropriated to the sole use of the master, and consisting
                     <note type="footnote">
                                    <p>* When I was in Smyrna I saw the same kind of earth,
                        and brought some of it with me to England; it resembles musk in strength,
                        but is more delicious in scent, and is not unlike the smell of a rose.
                        [Equiano's note.]</p>
                                </note>
                                <pb n="16" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p16.jpg"/> of two apartments; in one of which he
                  sits in the day with his family, the other is left apart for the reception of his
                  friends. He has besides these a distinct apartment in which he sleeps, <ref target="spartan_" corresp="spartan">together with his male children</ref>. On
                  each side are the apartments of his wives, who have also their separate day and
                  night houses. The habitations of the slaves and their families are distributed
                  throughout the rest of the enclosure. These houses never exceed one story in
                  height: they are always built of wood, or stakes driven into the ground, crossed
                  with wattles, and neatly plastered within and without. The roof is thatched with
                  reeds. Our dayhouses are left open at the sides; but those in which we sleep are
                  always covered, and plastered in the inside, with a composition mixed with cow
                  dung, to keep off the different insects, <pb n="17" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p17.jpg"/> which annoy us during the night. The
                  walls and floors also of these are generally covered with mats. Our beds consist
                  of a platform, raised three or four feet from the ground, on which are laid skins,
                  and different parts of a spungy tree called plantain. Our covering is calico or
                  muslin, the same as our dress. The usual seats are a few logs of wood; but we have
                  benches, which are generally perfumed, to accommodate strangers: these compose the
                  greater part of our household furniture. Houses so constructed and furnished
                  require but little skill to erect them. Every man is a sufficient architect for
                  the purpose. The whole neighbourhood afford their unanimous assistance in building
                  them, and in return receive, and expect no other recompense than a feast.</p>
               <p>As we live in a country where nature <pb n="18" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p18.jpg"/> is prodigal of her favours, our wants
                  are few and easily supplied; of course we have few manufactures. They consist for
                  the most part of calicoes, earthen ware, ornaments, and instruments of war and
                  husbandry. But these make no part of our commerce, the principal articles of
                  which, as I have observed, are provisions. In such a state, money is of little
                  use; however we have some small pieces of coin, if I may call them such. They are
                  made something like an anchor; but I do not remember either their value or
                  denomination. We have also markets, at which I have been frequently with my
                  mother. These are sometimes visited by stout mahogany-coloured men from the south
                  west of us: we call them <hi rend="italic">Oye-Eboe,</hi> which term signifies red
                  men living at a distance. They generally bring us fire-arms, gunpowder, <pb n="19" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p19.jpg"/> hats, beads, and dried fish. The last
                  we esteemed a great rarity, as our waters were only brooks and springs. These
                  articles they barter with us for odoriferous woods and earth, and our salt of wood
                  ashes. They always carry slaves through our land; but the strictest account is
                  exacted of their manner of procuring them before they are suffered to pass.
                  Sometimes indeed we sold slaves to them, but they were only prisoners of war, or
                  such among us as had been convicted of kidnapping, or adultery, and some other
                  crimes, which we esteemed heinous. This practice of kidnapping induces me to
                  think, that, notwithstanding all our strictness, their principal business among us
                  was to trepan our people. I remember too they carried great sacks along with them,
                  which not long after I had an <pb n="20" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p20.jpg"/>
                  opportunity of fatally seeing applied to that infamous purpose.</p>
               <p>Our land is uncommonly rich and fruitful, and produces all kinds of vegetables in
                  great abundance. We have plenty of Indian corn, and vast quantities of cotton and
                  tobacco. Our pine apples grow without culture; they are about the size of the
                  largest sugar-loaf, and finely flavoured. We have also spices of different kinds,
                  particularly pepper; and a variety of delicious fruits which I have never seen in
                  Europe; together with gums of various kinds, and honey in abundance. All our
                  industry is exerted to improve those blessings of nature. Agriculture is our chief
                  employment; and <ref target="agriculture_" corresp="agriculture">every one,</ref>
                  even the children and women, are engaged in it. Thus we are all habituated to
                  labour from our earliest years. Every one contributes something to the common <pb n="21" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p21.jpg"/> stock; and as we are
                  unacquainted with idleness, we have no beggars. The benefits of such a mode of
                  living are obvious. The West India planters prefer the slaves of Benin or Eboe, to
                  those of any other part of Guinea, <ref target="hardiness_" corresp="hardiness">for their hardiness, intelligence, integrity, and zeal</ref>. Those benefits
                  are felt by us in the general healthiness of the people, and in their vigour and
                  activity; I might have added too in their comeliness. Deformity is indeed unknown
                  amongst us, I mean that of shape. Numbers of the natives of Eboe now in London,
                  might be brought in support of this assertion: for, in regard to complexion, ideas
                  of beauty are wholly relative. I remember while in Africa to have seen three negro
                  children, who were tawny, and another quite white, who were universally regarded
                  by myself, and the natives in <pb n="22" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p22.jpg"/>
                  general, as far as related to their complexions, as deformed. Our women too were
                  in my eyes at least uncommonly graceful, alert, and modest to a degree of
                  bashfulness; nor do I remember to have ever heard of an instance of incontinence
                  amongst them before marriage. They are also remarkably cheerful. Indeed
                  cheerfulness and affability are two of the leading characteristics of our
                  nation.</p>
               <p>Our tillage is exercised in a large plain or common, some hours walk from our
                  dwellings, and all the neighbours resort thither in a body. They use no beasts of
                  husbandry; and their only instruments are hoes, axes, shovels, and beaks, or
                  pointed iron to dig with. Sometimes we are visited by locusts, which come in large
                  clouds, so as to darken the air, and destroy our harvest. This however happens
                  rarely, but when <pb n="23" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p23.jpg"/> it does, a
                  famine is produced by it. I remember an instance or two wherein this happened.
                  This common is often the theatre of war; and therefore when our people go out to
                  till their land, they not only go in a body, but generally take their arms with
                  them for fear of a surprise; and when they apprehend an invasion, they guard the
                  avenues to their dwellings, by driving sticks into the ground, which are so sharp
                  at one end as to pierce the foot, and are generally dipped in poison. From what I
                  can recollect of these battles, they appear to have been irruptions of one little
                  state or district on the other, to obtain prisoners or booty. Perhaps they were
                  incited to this by those traders who brought the European goods I mentioned
                  amongst us. Such a mode of obtaining slaves in Africa is common; and I believe
                  more <pb n="24" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p24.jpg"/> are procured this way,
                  and by kidnaping, than any other. When a trader wants slaves, he applies to a
                  chief for them, and tempts him with his wares. It is not extraordinary, if on this
                  occasion he yields to the temptation with as little firmness, and accepts the
                  price of his fellow creatures liberty with as little reluctance as the enlightened
                  merchant. Accordingly he falls on his neighbours, and a desperate battle ensues.
                  If he prevails and takes prisoners, he gratifies his avarice by selling them; but,
                  if his party be vanquished, and he falls into the hands of the enemy, he is put to
                  death: for, as he has been known to foment their quarrels, it is thought dangerous
                  to let him survive, and no ransom can save him, though all other prisoners may be
                  redeemed. We have firearms, bows and arrows, broad two-edged <note type="footnote">
                                    <p>* See Benezet's Account of Africa throughout. [Equiano's
                     note.]</p>
                                </note>
                  <pb n="25" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p25.jpg"/> swords and javelins: we have
                  shields also which cover a man from head to foot. All are taught the use of these
                  weapons; even our women are warriors, and march boldly out to fight along with the
                  men. Our whole district is a kind of militia: on a certain signal given, such as
                  the firing of a gun at night, they all rise in arms and rush upon their enemy. It
                  is perhaps something remarkable, that when our people march to the field a red
                  flag or banner is borne before them. I was once a witness to a battle in our
                  common. We had been all at work in it one day as usual, when our people were
                  suddenly attacked. I climbed a tree at some distance, from which I beheld the
                  sight. There were many women as well as men on both sides; among others my mother
                  was there, and armed with a broad sword. After <pb n="26" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p26.jpg"/> fighting for a considerable time with
                  great fury, and many had been killed, our people obtained the victory, and took
                  their enemy's Chief prisoner. He was carried off in great triumph, and, though he
                  offered a large ransom for his life, he was put to death. A virgin of note among
                  our enemies had been slain in the battle, and her <ref target="trophy_" corresp="trophy">arm was exposed in our market-place</ref>, where our trophies
                  were always exhibited. The spoils were divided according to the merit of the
                  warriors. Those prisoners which were not sold or redeemed we kept as slaves: but
                  how different was their condition from that of the slaves in the West Indies! With
                  us they do no more work than other members of the community, even their master;
                  their food, clothing and lodging were nearly the same as theirs, (except that they
                  were not permitted <pb n="27" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p27.jpg"/> to eat with
                  those who were free-born); and there was scarce any other difference between them,
                  than a superior degree of importance which the head of a family possesses in our
                  state, and that authority which, as such, he exercises over every part of his
                  household. some of these slaves have even slaves under them as their own property,
                  and for their own use.</p>
               <p>As to religion, the natives believe that there is one Creator of all things, and
                  that he lives in the sun, and is girted round with a belt that he may never eat or
                  drink; but, according to some, he smokes a pipe, which is our own favourite
                  luxury. They believe he governs events, especially our deaths or captivity; but,
                  as for the doctrine of eternity, I do not remember to have ever heard of it: some
                  however believe in the transmigration of souls in <pb n="28" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p28.jpg"/> a certain degree. Those spirits, which
                  are not transmigrated, such as their dear friends or relations, they believe
                  always attend them, and guard them from the bad spirits or their foes. For this
                  reason they always before eating, as I have observed, put some small portion of
                  the meat, and pour some of their drink, on the ground for them; and they often
                  make <ref target="oblation_" corresp="oblation">oblation</ref> of the blood of
                  beasts or fowls at their graves. I was very fond of my mother, and almost
                  constantly with her. When she went to make these <ref target="oblation2_" corresp="oblation2">oblations</ref> at her mother's tomb, which was a kind of
                  small solitary thatched house, I sometimes attended her. There she made her
                  libations, and spent most of the night in cries and lamentations. I have been
                  often extremely terrified on these occasions. The loneliness of the place, the
                  darkness of the night, and the ceremony <pb n="29" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p29.jpg"/> of libation, naturally awful and
                  gloomy, were heightened by my mother's lamentations; and these concurring with the
                  doleful cries of birds, by which these places were frequented, gave an
                  inexpressible terror to the scene.</p>
               <p>We compute the year from the day on which the sun crosses the line, and on its
                  setting that evening, there is a general shout throughout the land; at least I can
                  speak from my own knowledge, throughout our vicinity. The people at the same time
                  make a great noise with rattles, not unlike the basket rattles used by children
                  here, though much larger, and hold up their hands to heaven for a blessing. It is
                  then the greatest offerings are made; and those children whom our wise men foretel
                  will be fortunate are then presented to different people. I remember <pb n="30" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p30.jpg"/> many used to come to see me, and I was
                  carried about to others for that purpose. They have many offerings, particularly
                  at full moons; generally two at harvest before the fruits are taken out of the
                  ground: and when any young animals are killed, sometimes they offer up part of
                  them as a sacrifice. These offerings, when made by one of the heads of a family,
                  serve for the whole. I remember we often had them at my father's and my uncle's,
                  and their families have been present. Some of our offerings are eaten with bitter
                  herbs. We had a saying among us to any one of a cross temper, <quote>'That if they
                     were to be eaten, they should be eaten with bitter herbs.'</quote>
               </p>
               <p>We practised circumcision like the Jews, and made offerings and feasts on that
                  occasion in the same manner as they did. Like them also, our <pb n="31" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p31.jpg"/> children were named from some event,
                  some circumstance, or fancied foreboding at the time of their birth. I was named
                     <hi rend="italic">Olaudah,</hi> which, in our language, signifies vicissitude,
                  or fortunate also; one favoured, and having a loud voice and well spoken. I
                  remember we never polluted the name of the object of our adoration; on the
                  contrary, it was always mentioned with the greatest reverence; and we were totally
                  unacquainted with swearing, and all those terms of abuse and reproach which find
                  their way so readily and copiously into the language of more civilized people. The
                  only expressions of that kind I remember were, <quote>'May you rot, or may you
                     swell, or may a beast take you.'</quote>
               </p>
               <p>I have before remarked that the natives of this part of Africa are extremely
                  cleanly. This necessary habit <pb n="32" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p32.jpg"/>
                  of decency was with us a part of religion, and therefore we had many purifications
                  and washings; indeed almost as many, and used on the same occasions, if my
                  recollection does not fail me, as the <ref target="jews_" corresp="jews">Jews</ref>. Those that touched the dead at any time were obliged to wash and
                  purify themselves before they could enter a dwelling-house. Every woman too, at
                  certain times, was forbidden to come into a dwelling-house, or touch any person,
                  or any thing we eat. I was so fond of my mother I could not keep from her, or
                  avoid touching her at some of those periods, in consequence of which I was obliged
                  to be kept out with her, in a little house made for that purpose, till offering
                  was made, and then we were purified.</p>
               <p>Though we had no places of public worship, we had priests and magicians, or wise
                  men. I do not remember <pb n="33" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p33.jpg"/> whether
                  they had different offices, or whether they were united in the same persons, but
                  they were held in great reverence by the people. They calculated our time, and
                  foretold events, as their name imported, for we called them Ah-affoe-way-cah,
                  which signifies calculators or yearly men, our year being called Ah-affoe. They
                  wore their beards, and when they died they were suceeded by their sons. Most of
                  their implements and things of value were interred along with them. Pipes and
                  tobacco were also put into the grave with the corpse, which was always perfumed
                  and ornamented, and animals were offered in sacrifice to them. None accompanied
                  their funerals but those of the same profession or tribe. These buried them after
                  sunset, and always returned from the grave by <pb n="34" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p34.jpg"/> a different way from that which they
                  went.</p>
               <p>These magicians were also our doctors or physicians. They practised bleeding by
                  cupping; and were very successful in healing wounds and expelling poisons. They
                  had likewise some extraordinary method of discovering jealousy, theft, and
                  poisoning; the success of which no doubt they derived from the unbounded influence
                  over the credulity and superstition of the people. I do not remember what those
                  methods were, except that as to poisoning: I recollect an instance or two, which I
                  hope it will not be deemed impertinent here to insert, as it may serve as a kind
                  of specimen of the rest, and is still used by the negroes in the West Indies. A
                  young woman had been poisoned, but it was not known by whom: the doctor ordered
                  the corpse to be taken up by <pb n="35" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p35.jpg"/>
                  some persons, and carried to the grave. As soon as the bearers had raised it on
                  their shoulders, they seemed seized with <ref target="impulse_" corresp="impulse">some* sudden impulse,</ref>
                                <note xml:id="impulse" target="impulse_">See also Leiut. Matthew's Voyage, p. 123. [Equiano's note] Equiano is referring to John Matthews, <ref target="https://www.google.com/books/edition/A_Voyage_to_the_River_Sierra_Leone/j9sTAAAAYAAJ?hl=en">
                                        <hi rend="italic">A Voyage to the River Sierra-Leone</hi>
                                    </ref> (London: B. White and Son; and J. Sewell, 1788).</note> and ran to and fro
                  unable to stop themselves. At last, after having passed through a number of thorns
                  and prickly bushes unhurt, the corpse fell from them close to a house, and defaced
                  it in the fall; and the owner being taken up, he immediately confessed the
                  <ref target="poisoning_" corresp="poisoning">poisoning.†</ref>
                                <note xml:id="poisoning" target="poisoning_"> An instance of this                       kind happened at Montserrat in the West Indies in the year 1763. I then belonged to the Charming
                     Sally, Capt. Doran.—The chief mate, Mr. Mansfield, and some of the crew being
                     one day on shore, were present at the burying of a poisoned negro girl. Though
                     they had often heard of the circumstance of the running in such cases, and had
                     even seen it, they imagined it to be a trick of the corpse-bearers. The mate
                     therefore desired two of the sailors to take up the coffin, and carry it to the
                     grave. The sailors, who were all of the same opinion, readily obeyed; but they
                     had scarcely raised it to their shoulders, before they began to run
                     furiously about, quite unable to direct
                     themselves, till, at last, without intention, they came to the hut of him
                     who had poisoned the girl. The coffin then immediately fell from their
                     shoulders against the hut, and damaged part of the wall. The owner of the
                     hut was taken into custody on this, and confessed the poisoning.— I give this
                     story as it was related by the mate and crew on their return to the ship.
                     The credit which is due to it I leave with the reader. [Equiano's
                     note]</note>
                            </p>
               <pb n="36" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p36.jpg"/>
               <p>The natives are extremely cautious about poison. When they buy any eatable the
                  seller kisses it all round before the buyer, to shew him it is not poisoned; and
                  the same is done when any meat or drink is presented, particularly to a stranger.
                  We have serpents of different kinds, some of which are esteemed ominous when they
                  appear in our houses, and these we never molest. I remember two of those ominous
                  snakes, each of which was as thick as the calf of a man's leg, and in colour
                  resembling a dolphin in the water, crept at different times into my 
                  <pb n="37" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p37.jpg"/> mother's night-house, where I
                  always lay with her, and coiled themselves into folds, and each time they crowed
                  like a cock. I was desired by some of our wise men to touch these, that I might be
                  interested in the good omens, which I did, for they were quite harmless, and would
                  tamely suffer themselves to be handled; and then they were put into a large open
                  earthen pan, and set on one side of the highway. Some of our snakes, however, were
                  poisonous: one of them crossed the road one day as I was standing on it, and
                  passed between my feet without offering to touch me, to the great surprise of many
                  who saw it; and these incidents were accounted by the wise men, and likewise by my
                  mother and the rest of the people, as remarkable omens in my favour.</p>
               <p>Such is the imperfect sketch my <pb n="38" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p38.jpg"/> memory has furnished me with of the manners and customs of a people among whom
                  I first drew my breath. And here I cannot forbear suggesting what has long struck
                  me very forcibly, namely, the strong analogy which even by this sketch, imperfect
                  as it is, appears to prevail in the manners and customs of my countrymen and those
                  of the Jews, before they reached the Land of Promise, and particularly the
                  patriarchs while they were yet in that pastoral state which is described in
                  Genesis—an analogy, which alone would induce me to think that the one people had
                  sprung from the other. Indeed this is the opinion of <ref target="gill_" corresp="gill">Dr. Gill</ref>, who, in his commentary on Genesis, very ably
                  deduces the pedigree of the Africans from <ref target="afer_" corresp="afer">Afer
                     and Afra</ref>, the descendants of Abraham by Keturah his wife and concubine
                  (for both these titles are <pb n="39" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p39.jpg"/>
                  applied to her). It is also conformable to the sentiments of Dr. John Clarke,
                  formerly Dean of Sarum, in his Truth of the Christian Religion: both these authors
                  concur in ascribing to us this original. The reasonings of those gentlemen are
                  still further confirmed by the scripture chronology; and if any further
                  corroboration were required, this resemblance in so many respects is a strong
                  evidence in support of the opinion. Like the Israelites in their primitive state,
                  our government was conducted by our chiefs or judges, our wise men and elders; and
                  the head of a family with us enjoyed a similar authority over his household with
                  that which is ascribed to Abraham and the other patriarchs. The law of retaliation
                  obtained almost universally with us as with them: and even their religion appeared
                  to have shed upon us a ray of <pb n="40" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p40.jpg"/>
                  its glory, though broken and spent in its passage, or eclipsed by the cloud with
                  which time, tradition, and ignorance might have enveloped it; for we had our
                  circumcision (a rule I believe peculiar to that people:) we had also our
                  sacrifices and burnt-offerings, our washings and purifications, on the same
                  occasions as they had.</p>
               <p>As to the difference of colour between the Eboan Africans and the modern Jews, I
                  shall not presume to account for it. It is a subject which has engaged the pens of
                  men of both genius and learning, and is far above my strength. The most able and
                     <ref target="clarkson_" corresp="clarkson">Reverend Mr. T. Clarkson</ref>,
                  however, in his much admired Essay on the Slavery and Commerce of the Human
                  Species, has ascertained the cause in a manner that at once solves every objection
                  on that account, and, on my mind at least, <pb n="41" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p41.jpg"/> has produced the fullest conviction. I
                  shall therefore refer to that performance for the <ref target="theory_" corresp="theory">theory*</ref>
                                <note xml:id="theory" target="theory_">* Page 178 to 216. [Equiano's
                     note]</note>, contenting myself with
                  extricating a fact as related by <ref target="Mitchel_" corresp="Mitchel">Dr. Mitchel†.</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Mitchel" target="Mitchel_">† Philos. Trans. No. 476, Sect. 4, cited by Mr
                     Clarkson, p. 205. [Equiano's note] </note> "The Spaniards, who have
                     inhabited America, under the torrid zone, for any time, are become as dark
                     coloured as our native Indians of Virginia; of which "<hi rend="italic">I myself
                        have been a witness.</hi>" There is also another <ref target="instance_" corresp="instance">instance‡</ref>
                                <note xml:id="instance" target="instance_">‡ Same page. [Equiano's note]</note> of a
                  Portuguese settlement at Mitomba, a river in Sierra Leona; where the inhabitants
                  are bred from a mixture of the first Portuguese discoverers with the natives, and
                  are now become in their complexion, and in the woolly quality of their 
                  <pb n="42" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p42.jpg"/> hair, <hi rend="italic">perfect negroes,</hi> retaining however a smattering of the Portuguese
                  language.</p>
               <p>These instances, and a great many more which might be adduced, while they shew how
                  the complexions of the same persons vary in different climates it is hoped may
                  tend also to remove the prejudice that some conceive against the natives of Africa
                  on account of their colour. Surely the minds of the Spaniards did not change with
                  their complexions! Are there not causes enough to which the apparent inferiority
                  of an African may be ascribed without limiting the goodness of God and supposing
                  he forbore to stamp understanding on certainly his own image because "carved in ebony." Might it not naturally be ascribed to
                  their situation? When they come among Europeans, they are ignorant of their <pb n="43" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p43.jpg"/> language, religion, manners,
                  and customs. Are any pains taken to teach them these? Are they treated as men?
                  Does not slavery itself depress the mind, and extinguish all its fire and every
                  noble sentiment? But, above all, what advantages do not a refined people possess
                  over those who are rude and uncultivated. Let the polished and haughty European
                  recollect that <hi rend="italic">his</hi> ancestors were once, like the Africans,
                  uncivilized, and even barbarous. Did Nature make <hi rend="italic">them</hi>
                  inferior to their sons? and should <hi rend="italic">they too</hi> have been made
                  slaves? Every rational mind answers, No. Let such reflections as these melt the
                  pride of their superiority into sympathy for the wants and miseries of their <ref target="sable_" corresp="sable">sable</ref> brethren, and compel them to
                  acknowledge, that understanding is not confined to feature or colour. If, when
                  they look round the <pb n="44" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p44.jpg"/> world,
                  they feel exultation, let it be tempered with benevolence to others, and gratitude
                  to God, "who hath made of one blood all nations of
                  men for to dwell on all the face of the <ref target="earth_" corresp="earth">earth*</ref>
                                <note xml:id="earth" target="earth_">* Acts xvii. 26. [Equiano's note]</note>; and whose wisdom is not our
                     wisdom, neither are our ways his ways."
               </p>
            </div>
            <div n="2" type="chapter">
               <pb n="45" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p45.jpg"/>
               <head>CHAP. II.</head>
               
                  <p>
                     <hi rend="italic">The author's birth and parentage—His being kidnapped with his
                        sister—Their separation—Surprise at meeting again—Are finally
                        separated—Account of the different places and incidents the author met with
                        till his arrival on the coast—The effect the sight of a slave ship had on
                        him—He sails for the West Indies—Horrors of a slave ship—Arrives at
                        Barbadoes, where the cargo is sold and dispersed.</hi>
                  </p>
               
               <p>I HOPE the reader will not think I have trespassed on his patience in introducing
                  myself to him with some account of the manners and customs of my country. They had
                  been implanted <pb n="46" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p46.jpg"/> in me with
                  great care, and made an impression on my mind, which time could not erase, and
                  which all the adversity and variety of fortune I have since experienced, served
                  only to rivet and record; for, whether the love of one's country be real or
                  imaginary, or a lesson of reason, or an instinct of nature, I still look back with
                  pleasure on the first scenes of my life, though that pleasure has been for the
                  most part mingled with sorrow.</p>
               <p>I have already acquainted the reader with the time and place of my birth. My
                  father, besides many slaves, had a numerous family, of which seven lived to grow
                  up, including myself and a sister; who was the only daughter. As I was the
                  youngest of the sons, I became, of course, the greatest favourite with my mother,
                  and was always with her; and she used to take particular <pb n="47" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p47.jpg"/> pains to form my mind. I was trained
                  up from my earliest years in the art of war: my daily exercise was shooting and
                  throwing javelins; and my mother adorned me with emblems, after the manner of our
                  greatest warriors. In this way I grew up till I was turned the age of eleven, when
                  an end was put to my happiness in the following manner:—Generally when the grown
                  people in the neighbourhood were gone far in the fields to labour the children
                  assembled together in some of the neighbours' premises to play; and commonly some
                  of us used to get up a tree to look out for any assailant, or kidnapper, that
                  might come upon us; for they sometimes took those opportunities of our parents
                  absence to attack and carry off as many as they could seize. One day, as I was
                  watching at the top of a tree in our yard, I saw one of those people <pb n="48" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p48.jpg"/> come into the yard of our next
                  neighbour but one, to kidnap, there being many stout young people in it.
                  Immediately on this I gave the alarm of the rogue, and he was surrounded by the
                  stoutest of them, who entangled him with cords, so that he could not escape till
                  some of the grown people came and secured him. But alas! ere long it was my fate
                  to be thus attacked, and to be carried off, when none of the grown people were
                  nigh. One day, when all our people were gone out to their works as usual, and only
                  I and my dear sister were left to mind the house, two men and a woman got over our
                  walls, and in a moment seized us both, and, without giving us time to cry out, or
                  make resistance, they stopped our mouths, and ran off with us, into the nearest
                  wood. Here they tied our hands, and continued to carry us as <pb n="49" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p49.jpg"/> far as they could, till night came on,
                  when we reached a small house, where the robbers halted for refreshment and spent
                  the night. We were then unbound, but were unable to take any food; and, being
                  quite overpowered by fatigue and grief, our only relief was some sleep, which
                  allayed our misfortune for a short time. The next morning we left the house, and
                  continued travelling all the day. For a long time we had kept the woods, but at
                  last we came into a road which I believed I knew. I had now some hopes of being
                  delivered; for we had advanced but a little way before I discovered some people at
                  a distance, on which I began to cry out for their assistance; but my cries had no
                  other effect than to make them tie me faster and stop my mouth, and then they put
                  me into a large sack. They also <pb n="50" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p50.jpg"/> stopped my sister's mouth, and tied her hands; and in this manner we proceeded
                  till we were out of the sight of these people. When we went to rest the following
                  night they offered us some victuals; but we refused it; and the only comfort we
                  had was in being in one another's arms all that night, and bathing each other with
                  our tears. But alas! we were soon deprived of even the small comfort of weeping
                  together. The next day proved a day of greater sorrow than I had yet experienced;
                  for my sister and I were then separated, while we lay clasped in each others arms.
                  It was in vain that we besought them not to part us; she was torn from me, and
                  immediately carried away, while I was left in a state of distraction not to be
                  described. I cried and grieved continually; and for several days, did not <pb n="51" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p51.jpg"/> eat any thing but what they
                  forced into my mouth. At length, after many days travelling, during which I had
                  often changed masters, I got into the hands of a chieftain, in a very pleasant
                  country. This man had two wives and some children, and they all used me extremely
                  well, and did all they could to comfort me; particularly the first wife, who was
                  something like my mother. Although I was a great many days journey from my
                  father's house, yet these people spoke exactly the same language with us. This
                  first master of mine, as I may call him, was a smith, and my principal employment
                  was working his bellows, which were the same kind as I had seen in my vicinity.
                  They were in some respects not unlike the stoves here in gentlemen's kitchens; and
                  were covered over with leather; and in the <pb n="52" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p52.jpg"/> middle of that leather a stick was
                  fixed, and a person stood up, and worked it, in the same manner as is done to pump
                  water out of a cask with a hand pump. I believe it was gold he worked, for it was
                  of a lovely bright yellow colour, and was worn by the women on their wrists and
                  ancles. I was there I suppose about a month, and they at last used to trust me
                  some little distance from the house. This liberty I used in embracing every
                  opportunity to inquire the way to my own home: and I also sometimes, for the same
                  purpose, went with the maidens, in the cool of the evenings, to bring pitchers of
                  water from the springs for the use of the house. I had also remarked where the sun
                  rose in the morning, and set in the evening, as I had travelled along; and I had
                  observed that my father's house was towards the <pb n="53" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p53.jpg"/> rising of the sun. I therefore
                  determined to seize the first opportunity of making my escape, and to shape my
                  course for that quarter; for I was quite oppressed and weighed down by grief after
                  my mother and friends; and my love of liberty, ever great, was strengthened by the
                  mortifying circumstance of not daring to eat with the free-born children, although
                  I was mostly their companion. While I was projecting my escape, one day an unlucky
                  event happened, which quite disconcerted my plan, and put an end to my hopes. I
                  used to be sometimes employed in assisting an elderly woman slave, to cook and
                  take care of the poultry: and one morning, while I was feeding some chickens, I
                  happened to toss a small pebble at one of them, which hit it on the middle, and
                  directly killed it. The old slave, having <pb n="54" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p54.jpg"/> soon after missed the chicken,
                  inquired after it; and on my relating the accident (for I told her the truth,
                  because my mother would never suffer me to tell a lie) she flew into a violent
                  passion, threatened that I should suffer for it; and, my master being out, she
                  immediately went and told her mistress what I had done. This alarmed me very much,
                  and I expected an instant flogging, which to me was uncommonly dreadful; for I had
                  seldom been beaten at home. I therefore resolved to fly; and accordingly I ran
                  into a thicket that was hard by, and hid myself in the bushes. soon afterwards my
                  mistress and the slave returned, and, not seeing me, they searched all the house,
                  but not finding me, and I not making answer when they called to me, they thought I
                  ad run away, and the whole neighbourhood <pb n="55" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p55.jpg"/> was raised in the pursuit of me. In
                  that part of the country (as in ours) the houses and villages were skirted with
                  woods, or shrubberies, and the bushes were so thick that a man could readily
                  conceal himself in them, so as to elude the strictest search. The neighbours
                  continued the whole day looking for me, and several times many of them came within
                  a few yards of the place where I lay hid. I expected every moment, when I heard a
                  rustling among the trees, to be found out, and punished by my master: but they
                  never discovered me, though they were often so near that I even heard their
                  conjectures as they were looking about for me; and I now learned from them, that
                  any attempt to return home would be hopeless. Most of them supposed I had fled
                  towards home; <pb n="56" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p56.jpg"/> but the distance
                  was so great, and the way so intricate, that they thought I could never reach it,
                  and that I should be lost in the woods. When I heard this I was seized with a
                  violent panie, and abandoned myself to despair. Night too began to approach, and
                  aggravated all my fears. I had before entertained hopes of getting home; and had
                  determined when it should be dark to make the attempt; but I was now convinced it
                  was fruitless, and began to consider that, if possibly I could escape all other
                  animals, I could not those of the human kind; and that, not knowing the way, I
                  must perish in the woods. Thus was I like the hunted deer:<quote>
                     <lg>
                        <l>—"Ev'ry leaf and ev'ry whisp'ring breath</l>
                        <l>"Convey'd a foe, and ev'ry foe a death."</l>
                     </lg>
                  </quote>
               </p>
               <p>I heard frequent rustlings among the leaves; and being pretty sure they were <pb n="57" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p57.jpg"/> snakes, I expected every
                  instant to be stung by them. This increased my anguish, and the horror of my
                  situation became now quite insupportable. I at length quitted the thicket, very
                  faint and hungry, for I had not eaten or drank any thing all the day; and crept to
                  my master's kitchen, from whence I set out at first, and which was an open shed,
                  and laid myself down in the ashes with an anxious wish for death to relieve me
                  from all my pains. I was scarcely awake in the morning, when the old woman slave,
                  who was the first up, came to light the fire, and saw me in the fire place. She
                  was very much surprised to see me, and could scarcely believe her own eyes. She
                  now promised to intercede for me, and went for her master, who soon after came,
                  and, having slightly reprimanded <pb n="58" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p58.jpg"/> me, ordered me to be taken care of, and not ill treated.</p>
               <p>Soon after this my master's only daughter, and child by his first wife, sickened
                  and died, which affected him so much that for some time he was almost frantic, and
                  really would have killed himself, had he not been watched and prevented. However,
                  in a small time afterwards he recovered, and I was again sold. I was now carried
                  to the left of the sun's rising, through many dreary wastes and dismal woods,
                  amidst the hideous roarings of wild beasts. The people I was sold to used to carry
                  me very often, when I was tired, either on their shoulders or on their backs. I
                  saw many convenient well-built sheds along the road, at proper distances, to
                  accommodate the merchants and travellers, who lay in those buildings along with
                     <pb n="59" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p59.jpg"/> their wives, who often
                  accompany them; and they always go well armed.</p>
               <p>From the time I left my own nation I always found somebody that understood me
                  till I came to the sea coast. The languages of different nations did not totally
                  differ, nor were they so copious as those of the Europeans, particularly the
                  English. They were therefore easily learned; and, while I was journeying thus
                  through Africa, I acquired two or three different tongues. In this manner I had
                  been travelling for a considerable time, when one evening to my great surprise,
                  whom should I see brought to the house where I was but my dear sister! As soon as
                  she saw me she gave a loud shriek, and ran into my arms—I was quite overpowered:
                  neither of us could speak; but, for a considerable time, <pb n="60" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p60.jpg"/> clung to each other in mutual
                  embraces, unable to do any thing but weep. Our meeting affected all who saw us;
                  and indeed I must acknowledge, in honour of those sable destroyers of human
                  rights, that I never met with any ill treatment, or saw any offered to their
                  slaves, except tying them, when necessary, to keep them from running away. When
                  these people knew we were brother and sister, they indulged us to be together; and
                  the man, to whom I supposed we belonged, lay with us, he in the middle, while she
                  and I held one another by the hands across his breast all night; and thus for a
                  while we forgot our misfortunes in the joy of being together: but even this small
                  comfort was soon to have an end; for scarcely had the fatal morning appeared, when
                  she was again torn from me for ever! I was now more miserable, <pb n="61" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p61.jpg"/> if possible, than before. The small
                  relief which her presence gave me from pain was gone, and the wretchedness of my
                  situation was redoubled by my anxiety after her fate, and my apprehensions lest
                  her sufferings should be greater than mine, when I could not be with her to
                  alleviate them. Yes, thou dear partner of all my childish sports! thou sharer of
                  my joys and sorrows! happy should I have ever esteemed myself to encounter every
                  misery for you, and to procure your freedom by the sacrifice of my own. Though you
                  were early forced from my arms, your image has been always rivetted in my heart,
                  from which neither <hi rend="italic">time nor fortune</hi> have been able to
                  remove it; so that, while the thoughts of your sufferings have damped my
                  prosperity, they have mingled with adversity and increased its bitterness. <pb n="62" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p62.jpg"/> To that Heaven which protects
                  the weak from the strong, I commit the care of your innocence and virtues, if they
                  have not already received their full reward, and if your youth and delicacy have
                  not long since fallen victims to the violence of the African trader, the
                  pestilential stench of a Guinea ship, the seasoning in the European colonies, or
                  the lash and lust of a brutal and unrelenting overseer.</p>
               <p>I did not long remain after my sister. I was again sold, and carried through a
                  number of places, till, after travelling a considerable time, I came to a town
                  called Tinmah, in the most beautiful country I had yet seen in Africa. It was
                  extremely rich, and there were many rivulets which flowed through it, and supplied
                  a large pond in the centre of the town, where the people washed. Here I first saw
                  and tasted cocoa nuts, <pb n="63" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p63.jpg"/> which I
                  thought superior to any nuts I had ever tasted before; and the trees, which were
                  loaded, were also interspersed amongst the houses, which had commodious shades
                  adjoining, and were in the same manner as ours, the insides being neatly plastered
                  and whitewashed, Here I also saw and tasted for the first time sugar-cane. Their
                  money consisted of little white shells, the size of the finger nail. I was sold
                  here for one hundred and seventy-two of them by a merchant who lived and brought
                  me there. I had been about two or three days at his house, when a wealthy widow, a
                  neighbour of his, came there one evening, and brought with her an only son, a
                  young gentleman about my own age and size. Here they saw me; and, having taken a
                  fancy to me, I was bought of the merchant, and went home with them. Her house and
                     <pb n="64" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p64.jpg"/> premises were situated
                  close to one of those rivulets I have mentioned, and were the finest I ever saw in
                  Africa: they were very extensive, and she had a number of slaves to attend her.
                  The next day I was washed and perfumed, and when meal-time came, I was led into
                  the presence of my mistress, and eat and drank before her with her son. This
                  filled me with astonishment; and I could scarce help expressing my surprise that
                  the young gentleman should suffer me, who was bound, to eat with him who was free;
                  and not only so, but that he would not at any time either eat or drink till I had
                  taken first, because I was the eldest, which was agreeable to our custom. Indeed
                  every thing here, and all their treatment of me, made me forget that I was a
                  slave. The language of these people resembled ours so nearly, that we understood
                     <pb n="65" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p65.jpg"/> each other perfectly. They
                  had also the very same customs as we. There were likewise slaves daily to attend
                  us, while my young master and I with other boys sported with our darts and bows
                  and arrows, as I had been used to do at home. In this resemblance to my former
                  happy state, I passed about two months; and I now began to think I was to be
                  adopted into the family, and was beginning to be reconciled to my situation, and
                  to forget by degrees my misfortunes, when all at once the delusion vanished; for,
                  without the least previous knowledge, one morning early, while my dear master and
                  companion was still asleep, I was awakened out of my reverie to fresh sorrow, and
                  hurried away even amongst the uncircumcised.</p>
               <p>Thus, at the very moment I dreamed of the greatest happiness, I found my self <pb n="66" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p66.jpg"/> most miserable; and it seemed
                  as if fortune wished to give me this taste of joy, only to render the reverse more
                  poignant. The change I now experienced was as painful as it was sudden and
                  unexpected. It was a change indeed from a state of bliss to a scene which is
                  inexpressible by me, as it discovered to me an element I had never before beheld,
                  and till then had no idea of, and wherein such instances of hardship and cruelty
                  continually occurred as I can never reflect on but with horror.</p>
               <p>All the nations and people I had hitherto passed through resembled our own in
                  their manners, customs, and language: but I came at length to a country, the
                  inhabitants of which differed from us in all those particulars. I was very much
                  struck with this difference, especially when I came among <pb n="67" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p67.jpg"/> a people who did not circumcise, and
                  eat without washing their hands. They cooked also in iron pots, and had European
                  cutlasses and cross bows, which were unknown to us, and fought with their fists
                  amongst themselves. Their women were not so modest as ours, for they eat, and
                  drank, and slept, with their men. But above all, I was amazed to see no sacrifices
                  or offerings among them. In some of those places the people ornamented themselves
                  with scars, and likewise filed their teeth very sharp. They wanted sometimes to
                  ornament me in the same manner, but I would not suffer them; hoping that I might
                  some time be among a people who did not thus disfigure themselves, as I thought
                  they did. At last I came to the banks of a large river, which was covered with
                  canoes, in which the people appeared to live <pb n="68" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p68.jpg"/> with their household utensils and
                  provisions of all kinds. I was beyond measure astonished at this, as I had never
                  before seen any water larger than a pond or a rivulet: and my surprise was mingled
                  with no small fear when I was put into one of these canoes, and we began to paddle
                  and move along the river. We continued going on thus till night; and when we came
                  to land, and made fires on the banks, each family by themselves, some dragged
                  their canoes on shore, others stayed and cooked in theirs, and laid in them all
                  night. Those on the land had mats, of which they made tents, some in the shape of
                  little houses: in these we slept: and after the morning meal, we embarked again
                  and proceeded as before. I was often very much astonished to see some of the
                  women, as well as the men, jump into the water, dive to the<pb n="69" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p69.jpg"/> bottom, come up again, and swim about.
                  Thus I continued to travel, sometimes by land, sometimes by water, through
                  different countries and various nations, till, at the end of six or seven months
                  after I had been kidnapped, I arrived at the sea coast. It would be tedious and
                  uninteresting to relate all the incidents which befell me during this journey, and
                  which I have not yet forgotten; of the various hands I passed through, and the
                  manners and customs of all the different people among whom I lived: I shall
                  therefore only observe, that in all the places where I was, the soil was
                  exceedingly rich; the pomkins, aedas, plantains, yams, &amp;c. &amp;c. were in
                  great abundance, and of incredible size. There were also vast quantities of
                  different gums, though not used for any purpose; and every where a great deal of
                     <pb n="70" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p70.jpg"/> tobacco. The cotton even
                  grew quite wild; and there was plenty of red-wood. I saw no mechanics whatever in
                  all the way, except such as I have mentioned. The chief employment in all these
                  countries was agriculture, and both the males and females, as with us, were
                  brought up to it, and trained in the arts of war.</p>
               <p>The first object which saluted my eyes when I arrived on the coast was the sea,
                  and a slave ship, which was then riding at anchor, and waiting for its cargo.
                  These filled me with astonishment, which was soon converted into terror when I was
                  carried on board. I was immediately handled, and tossed up to see if I were sound,
                  by some of the crew; and I was now persuaded that I had gotten into a world of bad
                  spirits, and that they were going to kill me. Their complexions too<pb n="71" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p71.jpg"/> differing so much from ours, their
                  long hair, and the language they spoke, (which was very different from any I had
                  ever heard) united to confirm me in this belief. Indeed such were the horrors of
                  my views and fears at the moment, that, if ten thousand worlds, had been my own, I
                  would have freely parted with them all to have exchanged my condition with that of
                  the meanest slave in my own country. When I looked round the ship too and saw a
                  large furnace or copper boiling, and a multitude of black people of every
                  description chained together, every one of their countenances expressing dejection
                  and sorrow, I no longer doubted of my fate; and, quite overpowered with horror and
                  anguish, I fell motionless on the deck and fainted. When I recovered a little I
                  found some black people about me, who I believed were <pb n="72" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p72.jpg"/> some of those who brought me on board,
                  and had been receiving their pay; they talked to me in order to cheer me, but all
                  in vain. I asked them if we were not to be eaten by those white men with horrible
                  looks, red faces, and long hair. They told me I was not: and one of the crew
                  brought me a small portion of spirituous liquor in a wine glass; but, being afraid
                  of him, I would not take it out of his hand. One of the blacks therefore took it
                  from him and gave it to me, and I took a little down my palate, which, instead of
                  reviving me, as they thought it would, threw me into the greatest consternation at
                  the strange feeling it produced, having never tasted any such liquor before. Soon
                  after this the blacks who brought me on board went off, and left me abandoned to
                  despair. I now saw myself deprived <pb n="73" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p73.jpg"/> of all chance of returning to my
                  native country, or even the least glimpse of hope of gaining the shore, which I
                  now considered as friendly; and I even wished for my former slavery in preference
                  to my present situation, which was filled with horrors of every kind, still
                  heightened by my ignorance of what I was to undergo. I was not long suffered to
                  indulge my grief; I was soon put down under the decks, and there I received such a
                  salutation in my nostrils as I had never experienced in my life: so that, with the
                  loathsomeness of the stench, and crying together, I became so sick and low that I
                  was not able to eat, nor had I the least desire to taste any thing. I now wished
                  for the last friend, death, to relieve me; but soon, to my grief, two of the white
                  men offered me eatables; and, on my refusing to eat, <pb n="74" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p74.jpg"/> one of them held me fast by the hands,
                  and laid me across, I think the windlass, and tied my feet, while the other
                  flogged me severely. I had never experienced any thing of this kind before; and
                  although not being used to the water, I naturally feared that element the first
                  time I saw it, yet nevertheless, could I have got over the nettings, I would have
                  jumped over the side, but I could not; and, besides, the crew used to watch us
                  very closely who were not chained down to the decks, lest we should leap into the
                  water: and I have seen some of these poor African prisoners most severely cut for
                  attempting to do so, and hourly whipped for not eating. This indeed was often the
                  case with myself. In a little time after, amongst the poor chained men, I found
                  some of my own nation, which in a small degree gave ease to my mind. I <pb n="75" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p75.jpg"/> inquired of these what was to be done
                  with us? They gave me to understand we were to be carried to these white people's
                  country to work for them. I then was a little revived, and thought, if it were no
                  worse than working, my situation was not so desperate: but still I feared I should
                  be put to death, the white people looked and acted, as I thought, in so savage a
                  manner; for I had never seen among any people such instances of brutal cruelty;
                  and this not only shewn towards us blacks, but also to some of the whites
                  themselves. One white man in particular I saw, when we were permitted to be on
                  deck, flogged so unmercifully with a large rope near the foremast, that he died in
                  consequence of it; and they tossed him over the side as they would have done a
                  brute. This made me fear these people the more; and I expected <pb n="76" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p76.jpg"/> nothing less than to be treated in the
                  same manner. I could not help expressing my fears and apprehensions to some of my
                  countrymen: I asked them if these people had no country, but lived in this hollow
                  place (the ship)? they told me they did not, but came from a distant one. 
                    'Then,' said I, 
                     'how comes it in all our country we never heard of
                     them?' They told me because they lived so very far off. I then asked
                  where were their women? had they any like themselves? I was told they had: 
                     'And why,'said I, 'do we not see them?' they answered,
                  because they were left behind. I asked how the vessel could go? they told me they
                  could not tell; but that there were cloth put upon the masts by the help of the
                  ropes I saw, and then the vessel went on; and the white men had some spell or
                  magic they put in the water <pb n="77" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p77.jpg"/>
                  when they liked in order to stop the vessel. I was exceedingly amazed at this
                  account, and really thought they were spirits. I therefore wished much to be from
                  amongst them, for I expected they would sacrifice me: but my wishes were vain; for
                  we were so quartered that it was impossible for any of us to make our escape.
                  While we stayed on the coast I was mostly on deck; and one day, to my great
                  astonishment, I saw one of these vessels coming in with the sails up. As soon as
                  the whites saw it, they gave a great shout, at which we were amazed; and the more
                  so as the vessel appeared larger by approaching nearer. At last she came to an
                  anchor in my sight, and when the anchor was let go I and my countrymen who saw it
                  were lost in astonishment to observe the vessel stop; and were now convinced it
                  was <pb n="78" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p78.jpg"/> done by magic. Soon after
                  this the other ship got her boats out, and they came on board of us, and the
                  people of both ships seemed very glad to see each other. Several of the strangers
                  also shook hands with us black people, and made motions with their hands,
                  signifying I suppose, we were to go to their country; but we did not understand
                  them. At last, when the ship we were in, had got in all her cargo, they made ready
                  with many fearful noises, and we were all put under deck, so that we could not see
                  how they managed the vessel. But this disappointment was the least of my sorrow.
                  The stench of the hold while we were on the coast was so intolerably loathsome,
                  that it was dangerous to remain there for any time, and some of us had been
                  permitted to stay on the deck for the fresh air; but now that the whole ship's
                  cargo were <pb n="79" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p79.jpg"/> confined together,
                  it became absolutely <ref target="pestilential_" corresp="pestilential">pestilential</ref>. The closeness of the place, and the heat of the climate,
                  added to the number in the ship, which was so crowded that each had scarcely room
                  to turn himself, almost suffocated us. This produced copious perspirations, so
                  that the air soon became unfit for respiration, from a variety of loathsome
                  smells, and brought on a sickness among the slaves, of which many died, thus
                  falling victims to the improvident avarice, as I may call it, of their purchasers.
                  This wretched situation was again aggravated by the galling of the chains, now
                  become insupportable; and the filth of the necessary tubs, into which the children
                  often fell, and were almost suffocated. The shrieks of the women, and the groans
                  of the dying, rendered the whole a scene of horror almost inconceivable. Happily
                  perhaps <pb n="80" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p80.jpg"/> for myself I was soon
                  reduced so low here that it was thought necessary to keep me almost always
                  on-deck; and from my extreme youth I was not put in fetters. In this situation I
                  expected every hour to share the fate of my companions, some of whom were almost
                  daily brought upon deck at the point of death, which I began to hope would soon
                  put an end to my miseries. Often did I think many of the inhabitants of the deep
                  much more happy than myself, I envied them the freedom they enjoyed, and as often
                  wished I could change my condition for theirs. Every circumstance I met with
                  served only to render my state more painful, and heighten my apprehensions, and my
                  opinion of the cruelty of the whites. One day they had taken a number of fishes;
                  and when they had killed and satisfied themselves with as many as <pb n="81" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p81.jpg"/> they thought fit, to our astonishment
                  who were on the deck, rather than give any of them to us to eat, as we expected,
                  they tossed the remaining fish into the sea again, although we begged and prayed
                  for some as well as we could, but in vain; and some of my countrymen, being
                  pressed by hunger, took an opportunity, when they thought no one saw them, of
                  trying to get a little privately; but they were discovered, and the attempt
                  procured them some very severe floggings. One day, when we had a smooth sea and
                  moderate wind, two of my wearied countrymen who were chained together (I was near
                  them at the time), preferring death to such a life of misery, somehow made through
                  the nettings and jumped into the sea: immediately another quite dejected fellow,
                  who on account of his illness, was suffered to be out of irons, <pb n="82" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p82.jpg"/> also followed their example; and I
                  believe many more would very soon have done the same if they had not been
                  prevented by the ship's crew, who were instantly alarmed. Those of us that were
                  the most active were in a moment put down under the deck, and there was such a
                  noise and confusion amongst the people of the ship as I never heard before, to
                  stop her, and get the boat out to go after the slaves. However two of the wretches
                  were drowned, but they got the other, and afterwards flogged him unmercifully, for
                  thus attempting to prefer death to slavery. In this manner we continued to undergo
                  more hardships than I can now relate, hardships which are inseparable from this
                  accursed trade. Many a time we were near suffocation from the want of fresh air,
                  which we were often without for whole days together. This, <pb n="83" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p83.jpg"/> and the stench of the necessary tubs,
                  carried off many. During our passage I first saw flying fishes, which surprised me
                  very much: they used frequently to fly across the ship, and many of them fell on
                  the deck. I also now first saw the use of the quadrant; I had often with
                  astonishment seen the mariners make observations with it, and I could not think
                  what it meant. They at last took notice of my surprise: and one of them, willing
                  to increase it, as well as to gratify my curiosity, made me one day look through
                  it. The clouds appeared to me to be land, which disappeared as they passed along.
                  This heightened my wonder; and I was now more persuaded than ever that I was in
                  another world, and that every thing about me was magic. At last we came in sight
                  of the island of Barbadoes, at which the whites on board gave a great <pb n="84" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p84.jpg"/> shout, and made many signs of joy to
                  us. We did not know what to think of this; but as the vessel drew nearer we
                  plainly saw the harbour, and other ships of different kinds and sizes; and we soon
                  anchored amongst them off Bridge Town. Many merchants and planters now came on
                  board, though it was in the evening. They put us in separate parcels, and examined
                  us attentively. They also made us jump, and pointed to the land, signifying we
                  were to go there. We thought by this we should be eaten by these ugly men, as they
                  appeared to us; and, when soon after we were all put down under the deck again,
                  there was much dread and trembling among us, and nothing but bitter cries to be
                  heard all the night from these apprehensions, insomuch that at last the white
                  people got some old slaves from the land to pacify us. They <pb n="85" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p85.jpg"/> told us we were not to be eaten, but
                  to work, and were soon to go on land, where we should see many of our country
                  people. This report eased us much; and sure enough, soon after we were landed,
                  there came to us Africans of all languages. We were conducted immediately to the
                  merchant's yard, where we were all pent up together like so many sheep in a fold,
                  without regard to sex or age. As every object was new to me every thing I saw
                  filled me with surprise. What struck me first was that the houses were built with
                  bricks and stories, and in every other respect different from those I had seen in
                  Africa: but I was still more astonished on seeing people on horseback. I did not
                  know what this could mean; and indeed I thought these people were full of nothing
                  but magical arts. While I was in this astonishment one of my <pb n="86" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p86.jpg"/> fellow prisoners spoke to a countryman
                  of his about the horses, who said they were the same kind they had in their
                  country. I understood them, though they were from a distant part of Africa, and I
                  thought it odd I had not seen any horses there; but afterwards, when I came to
                  converse with different Africans, I found they had many horses amongst them, and
                  much larger than those I then saw. We were not many days in the merchant's custody
                  before we were sold after their usual manner, which is this:—On a signal given,
                  (as the beat of a drum) the buyers rush at once into the yard where the slaves are
                  confined, and make choice of that parcel they like best. The noise and clamour
                  with which this is attended, and the eagerness visible in the countenances of the
                  buyers, serve not a little to increase the apprehension of the <pb n="87" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p87.jpg"/> terrified Africans, who may well be
                  supposed to consider them as the ministers of that destruction to which they think
                  themselves devoted. In this manner, without scruple, are relations and friends
                  separated, most of them never to see each other again. I remember in the vessel in
                  which I was brought over, in the men's apartment, there were several brothers,
                  who, in the sale, were sold in different lots; and it was very moving on this
                  occasion to see and hear their cries at parting. O, ye nominal Christians! Might
                  not an African ask you, learned you this from your God, who says unto you, do unto
                  all men as you would men should do unto you? Is it not enough that we are torn
                  from our country and friends, to toil for your luxury and lust of gain? Must every
                  tender feeling be likewise sacrificed to your avarice? <pb n="88" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p88.jpg"/> Are the dearest friends and relations,
                  now rendered more dear by their separation from their kindred, still to be parted
                  from each other, and thus prevented from cheering the gloom of slavery with the
                  small comfort of being together and mingling their sufferings and sorrows? Why are
                  parents to lose their children, brothers their sisters, or husbands their wives?
                  Surely this is a new refinement in cruelty, which, while it has no advantage to
                  atone for it, thus aggravates distress, and adds fresh horrors even to the
                  wretchedness of slavery.</p>
            </div>
            <div n="3" type="chapter">
               <pb n="89" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p89.jpg"/>
               <head>CHAP. III.</head>
               
                  <p>
                     <hi rend="italic">The author is carried to Virginia—His distress—surprise at
                        seeing a picture and a watch—Is bought by Captain Pascal, and sets out for
                        England—His terror during the voyage—Arrives in England—His wonder at a fall
                        of snow—Is sent to Guernsey, and in some time goes on board a ship of war
                        with his master—Some account of the expedition against Louisbourg under the
                        command of Admiral Boscawen, in</hi> 1758.</p>
               
               <p>I now totally lost the small remains of comfort I had enjoyed in conversing with
                  my countrymen; the women too, who used to wash and take care of me, were all gone
                  different <pb n="90" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p90.jpg"/> ways, and I never
                  saw one of them afterwards.</p>
               <p>I stayed in this island for a few days; I believe it could not be above a
                  fortnight; when I and some few more slaves, that were not saleable amongst the
                  rest, from very much fretting, were shipped off in a sloop for North America. On
                  the passage we were better treated than when we were coming from Africa, and we
                  had plenty of rice and fat pork. We were landed up a river a good way from the
                  sea, about Virginia county, where we saw few or none of our native Africans, and
                  not one soul who could talk to me. I was a few weeks weeding grass, and gathering
                  stones in a plantation; and at last all my companions were distributed different
                  ways, and only myself was left. I was now exceedingly miserable, and thought
                  myself worse off <pb n="91" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p91.jpg"/> than any of
                  the rest of my companions; for they could talk to each other, but I had no person
                  to speak to that I could understand. In this state I was constantly grieving and
                  pining, and wishing for death rather than any thing else. While I was in this
                  plantation the gentleman, to whom I suppose the estate belonged, being unwell, I
                  was one day sent for to his dwelling house to fan him; when I came into the room
                  where he was I was very much affrighted at some things I saw, and the more so as I
                  had seen a black woman slave as I came through the house, who was cooking the
                  dinner, and the poor creature was cruelly loaded with various kinds of iron
                  machines; she had one particularly on her head, which locked her mouth so fast
                  that she could scarcely speak; and could not eat nor drink. I was much astonished
                  and shocked at <pb n="92" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p92.jpg"/> this
                  contrivance, which I afterwards learned was called the iron muzzle. Soon after I
                  had a fan put into my hand, to fan the gentleman while he slept; and so I did
                  indeed with great fear. While he was fast asleep I indulged myself a great deal in
                  looking about the room, which to me appeared very fine and curious. The first
                  object that engaged my attention was a watch which hung on the chimney, and was
                  going. I was quite surprised at the noise it made, and was afraid it would tell
                  the gentleman any thing I might do amiss: and when I immediately after observed a
                  picture hanging in the room, which appeared constantly to look at me, I was still
                  more affrighted, having never seen such things as these before. At one time I
                  thought it was something relative to magic; and not seeing it move I thought it
                  might be some way <pb n="93" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p93.jpg"/> the whites
                  had to keep their great men when they died, and offer them libations as we used to
                  do to our friendly spirits. In this state of anxiety I remained till my master
                  awoke, when I was dismissed out of the room, to my no small satisfaction and
                  relief; for I thought that these people were all made up of wonders. In this place
                  I was called Jacob; but on board the African scow I was called Michael. I had been
                  some time in this miserable, forlorn, and much dejected state, without having any
                  one to talk to, which made my life a burden, when the kind and unknown hand of the
                  Creator (who in very deed leads the blind in a way they know not) now began to
                  appear, to my comfort; for one day the captain of a merchant ship, called the
                  Industrious Bee, came on some business to my master's house. This gentleman, whose
                  name was Michael <pb n="94" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p94.jpg"/> Henry Pascal,
                  was a lieutenant in the royal navy, but now commanded this trading ship, which was
                  somewhere in the confines of the county many miles off. While he was at my
                  master's house it happened that he saw me, and liked me so well that he made a
                  purchase of me. I think I have often heard him say he gave thirty or forty pounds
                  sterling for me; but I do not now remember which. However, he meant me for a
                  present to some of his friends in England: and I was sent accordingly from the
                  house of my then master, (one Mr. Campbell) to the place where the ship lay; I was
                  conducted on horseback by an elderly black man, (a mode of travelling which
                  appeared very odd to me). When I arrived I was carried on board a fine large ship,
                  loaded with tobacco, &amp;c. and just ready to sail for England. <pb n="95" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p95.jpg"/> I now thought my condition much
                  mended; I had sails to lie on, and plenty of good victuals to eat; and every body
                  on board used me very kindly, quite contrary to what I had seen of any white
                  people before; I therefore began to think that they were not all of the same
                  disposition. A few days after I was on board we sailed for England. I was still at
                  a loss to conjecture my destiny. By this time, however, I could smatter a little
                  imperfect English; and I wanted to know as well as I could where we were going.
                  some of the people of the ship used to tell me they were going to carry me back to
                  my own country, and this made me very happy. I was quite rejoiced at the idea of
                  going back; and thought if I should get home what wonders I should have to tell.
                  But I was reserved for another <pb n="96" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p96.jpg"/>
                  fate, and was soon undeceived, when we came within sight of the English coast.
                  While I was on board this ship, my captain and master named me <hi rend="italic">Gustavus Vasa.</hi> I at that time began to understand him a little, and
                  refused to be called so, and told him as well as I could that I would be called
                  Jacob; but he said I should not, and still called me Gustavus: and when I refused
                  to answer to my new name, which at first I did, it gained me many a cuff; so at
                  length I submitted, and by which I have been known ever since. The ship had a very
                  long passage; and on that account we had very short allowance of provisions.
                  Towards the last we had only one pound and a half of bread per week, and about the
                  same quantity of meat, and one quart of water a-day. We spoke with only one vessel
                  the whole time we were <pb n="97" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p97.jpg"/> at sea,
                  and but once we caught a few fishes. In our extremities the captain and people
                  told me in jest they would kill and eat me; but I thought them in earnest, and was
                  depressed beyond measure, expecting every moment to be my last. While I was in
                  this situation one evening they caught, with a good deal of trouble, a large
                  shark, and got it on board. This gladdened my poor heart exceedingly, as I thought
                  it would serve the people to eat instead of their eating me; but very soon, to my
                  astonishment, they cut off a small part of the tail, and tossed the rest over the
                  side. This renewed my <ref target="consternation_" corresp="consternation">consternation</ref>; and I did not know what to think of these white people,
                  though I very much feared they would kill and eat me. There was on board the ship
                  a young lad who had never been at sea before, about <pb n="98" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p98.jpg"/> four or five years older than myself;
                  his name was Richard Baker. He was a native of America, had received an excellent
                  education, and was of a most amiable temper. Soon after I went on board he shewed
                  me a great deal of partiality and attention, and in return I grew extremely fond
                  of him. We at length became inseparable; and, for the space of two years, he was
                  of very great use to me, and was my constant companion and instructor. Although
                  this dear youth had many slaves of his own, yet he and I have gone through many
                  sufferings together on shipboard; and we have many nights lain in each other's
                  bosoms when we were in great distress. Thus such a friendship was cemented between
                  us as we cherished till his death, which to my very great sorrow, happened in the
                  year 1759, when he was up the <pb n="99" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p99.jpg"/>Archipelago, on board his majesty's ship the Preston: an event which I have
                  never ceased to regret, as I lost at once a kind interpreter, an agreeable
                  companion, and a faithful friend; who, at the age of fifteen, discovered a mind
                  superior to prejudice; and who was not ashamed to notice, to associate with, and
                  to be the friend and instructor of one who was ignorant, a stranger, of a
                  different complexion, and a slave! My master had lodged in his mother's house in
                  America: he respected him very much, and made him always eat with him in the
                  cabin. He used often to tell him jocularly that he would kill and eat me.
                  Sometimes he would say to me—the black people were not good to eat, and would ask
                  me if we did not eat people in my country. I said, No: then he said he would kill
                  Dick (as he always called him) first, <pb n="100" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p100.jpg"/> and afterwards me. Though this
                  hearing relieved my mind a little as to myself, I was alarmed for Dick, and
                  whenever he was called I used to be very much afraid he was to be killed; and I
                  would peep and watch to see if they were going to kill him: nor was I free from
                  this consternation till we made the land. One night we lost a man overboard; and
                  the cries and noise were so great and confused, in stopping the ship, that I, who
                  did not know what was the matter, began, as usual, to be very much afraid, and to
                  think they were going to make an offering with me, and perform some magic; which I
                  still believed they dealt in. As the waves were very high I thought the Ruler of
                  the seas was angry, and I expected to be offered up to appease him. This filled my
                  mind with agony, and I could not any more <pb n="101" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p101.jpg"/> that night close my eyes again to
                  rest. However, when daylight appeared was a little eased in my mind; but still
                  every time I was called I used to think it was to be killed. some time after this
                  we saw some very large fish, which I afterwards found were called grampusses. They
                  looked to me extremely terrible, and made their appearance just at dusk; and were
                  so near as to blow the water on the ship's deck. I believed them to be the rulers
                  of the sea; and as the white people did not make any offerings at any time, I
                  thought they were angry with them: and, at last, what confirmed my belief was, the
                  wind just then died away, and a calm ensued, and in consequence of it the ship
                  stopped going. I supposed that the fish had performed this, and I hid myself in
                  the fore part of the ship, through fear of being <pb n="102" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p102.jpg"/> offered up to appease them, every
                  minute peeping and quaking: but my good friend Dick came shortly towards me, and I
                  took an opportunity to ask him, as well as I could, what these fish were. Not
                  being able to talk much English, I could but just make him understand my question;
                  and not at all, when I asked him if any offerings were to be made to them:
                  however, he told me these fish would swallow any body; which sufficiently alarmed
                  me. Here he was called away by the captain, who was leaning over the quarter-deck
                  railing and looking at the fish; and most of the people were busied in getting a
                  barrel of pitch to light, for them to play with. The captain now called me to him,
                  having learned some of my apprehensions from Dick; and having diverted himself and
                  others for some time with my fears <pb n="103" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p103.jpg"/> which appeared ludicrous enough in my
                  crying and trembling, he dismissed me. The barrel of pitch was now lighted and put
                  over the side into the water: by this time it was just dark, and the fish went
                  after it; and, to my great joy, I saw them no more.</p>
               <p>However, all my alarms began to subside when we got sight of land; and at last the
                  ship arrived at Falmouth, after a passage of thirteen weeks. Every heart on board
                  seemed gladdened on our reaching the shore, and none more than mine. The captain
                  immediately went on shore, and sent on board some fresh provisions, which we
                  wanted very much: we made good use of them, and our famine was soon turned into
                  feasting, almost without ending. It was about the beginning of the spring 1757,
                  when I arrived in England, and I was near twelve years of age at that <pb n="104" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p104.jpg"/> time. I was very much struck with the
                  buildings and the pavement of the streets in Falmouth; and, indeed, every object I
                  saw filled me with new surprise. One morning, when I got upon deck, I saw it
                  covered all over with the snow that fell over-night: as I had never seen any thing
                  of the kind before, I thought it was salt; so I immediately ran down to the mate
                  and desired him, as well as I could, to come and see how somebody in the night had
                  thrown salt all over the deck. He, knowing what it was, desired me to bring some
                  of it down to him: accordingly I took up a handful of it, which I found very cold
                  indeed; and when I brought it to him he desired me to taste it. I did so, and I
                  was surprised beyond measure. I then asked him what it was; he told me it was
                  snow: but I could not in anywise understand him. He <pb n="105" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p105.jpg"/> asked me if we had no such thing in
                  my country; and I told him, No. I then asked him the use of it, and who made it;
                  he told me a great man in the heavens, called God: but here again I was to all
                  intents and purposes at a loss to understand him; and the more so, when a little
                  after I saw the air filled with it, in a heavy shower, which fell down on the same
                  day. After this I went to church; and having never been at such a place before, I
                  was again amazed at seeing and hearing the service. I asked all I could about it;
                  and they gave me to understand it was worshipping God, who made us and all things.
                  I was still at a great loss, and soon got into an endless field of inquiries, as
                  well as I was able to speak and ask about things. However, my little friend Dick
                  used to<pb n="106" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p106.jpg"/> be my best
                  interpreter; for I could make free with him, and he always instructed me with
                  pleasure: and from what I could understand by him of this God, and in seeing these
                  white people did not sell one another as we did, I was much pleased; and in this I
                  thought they were much happier than we Africans. I was astonished at the wisdom of
                  the white people in all things I saw; but was amazed at their not sacrificing, or
                  making any offerings, and eating with unwashed hands, and touching the dead. I
                  likewise could not help remarking the particular slenderness of their women, which
                  I did not at first like; and I thought they were not so modest and shamefaced as
                  the African women.</p>
               <p>I had often seen my master and Dick employed in reading; and I had a great
                  curiosity to talk to the books, as <pb n="107" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p107.jpg"/> I thought they did; and so to learn
                  how all things had a beginning: for that purpose I have often taken up a book, and
                  have talked to it, and then put my ears to it, when alone, in hopes it would
                  answer me; and I have been very much concerned when I found it remained
                  silent.</p>
               <p>My master lodged at the house of a gentleman in Falmouth, who had a fine little
                  daughter about six or seven years of age, and she grew prodigiously fond of me;
                  insomuch that we used to eat together, and had servants to wait on us. I was so
                  much caressed by this family that it often reminded me of the treatment I had
                  received from my little noble African master. After I had been here a few days, I
                  was sent on board of the ship; but the child cried so much after me that nothing
                  could pacify her till I was sent for again. <pb n="108" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p108.jpg"/> It is ludicrous enough, that I began
                  to fear I should be betrothed to this young lady; and when my master asked me if I
                  would stay there with her behind him, as he was going away with the ship, which
                  had taken in the tobacco again, I cried immediately, and said I would not leave
                  him. At last, by stealth, one night I was sent on board the ship again; and in a
                  little time we sailed for Guernsey, where she was in part owned by a merchant, one
                  Nicholas Doberry. As I was now amongst a people who had not their faces scarred,
                  like some of the African nations where I had been, I was very glad I did not let
                  them ornament me in that manner when I was with them. When we arrived at Guernsey,
                  my master placed me to board and lodge with one of his mates, who had a wife and
                  family there; and some months afterwards <pb n="109" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p109.jpg"/> he went to England, and left me in
                  care of this mate, together with my friend Dick: This mate had a little daughter,
                  aged about five or six years, with whom I used to be much delighted. I had often
                  observed that when her mother washed her face it looked very rosy; but when she
                  washed mine it did not look so: I therefore tried oftentimes myself if I could not
                  by washing make my face of the same colour as my little play-mate (Mary), but it
                  was all in vain; and I now began to be mortified at the difference in our
                  complexions. This woman behaved to me with great kindness and attention; and
                  taught me every thing in the same manner as she did her own child, and indeed in
                  every respect treated me as such. I remained here till the summer of the year
                  1757; when my master, being appointed first lieutenant <pb n="110" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p110.jpg"/> of his majesty's ship the Roe buck,
                  sent for Dick and me, and his old mate: on this we all left Guernsey, and set out
                  for England in a sloop bound for London. As we were coming up towards the Nore,
                  where the Roebuck lay, a man of war's boat came alongside to press our people; on
                  which each man ran to hide himself. I was very much frightened at this, though I
                  did not know what it meant, or what to think or do. However I went and hid myself
                  also under a hencoop. Immediately afterwards the press-gang came on board with
                  their swords drawn, and searched all about, pulled the people out by force, and
                  put them into the boat. At last I was found out also; the man that found me held
                  me up by the heels while they all made their sport of me, I roaring and crying out
                  all the time most lustily; but at <pb n="111" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p111.jpg"/> last the mate, who was my conductor,
                  seeing this, came to my assistance, and did all he could to pacify me; but all to
                  very little purpose, till I had seen the boat go off. soon afterwards we came to
                  the Nore, where the Roebuck lay; and, to our great joy, my master came on board to
                  us, and brought us to the ship. When I went on board this large ship, I was amazed
                  indeed to see the quantity of men and the guns. However my surprise began to
                  diminish as my knowledge increased; and I ceased to feel those apprehensions and
                  alarms which had taken such strong possession of me when I first came among the
                  Europeans, and for some time after. I began now to pass to an opposite extreme; I
                  was so far from being afraid of any thing new which I saw, that, after I had been
                  some time in this ship, I even began to long for an engagement. <pb n="112" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p112.jpg"/> My griefs too, which in young minds
                  are not perpetual, were now wearing away; and I soon enjoyed myself pretty well,
                  and felt tolerably easy in my present situation. There was a number of boys on
                  board, which still made it more agreeable; for we were always together, and a
                  great part of our time was spent in play. I remained in this ship a considerable
                  time, during which we made several cruises, and visited a variety of places: among
                  others we were twice in Holland, and brought over several persons of distinction
                  from it, whose names I do not now remember. On the passage, one day, for the
                  diversion of those gentlemen, all the boys were called on the quarter deck, and
                  were paired proportionably, and then made to fight; after which the gentlemen gave
                  the combatants from five to nine shillings each. This was <pb n="113" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p113.jpg"/> the first time I ever fought with a
                  white boy; and I never knew what it was to have a bloody nose before. This made me
                  fight most desperately; I suppose considerably more than an hour: and at last,
                  both of us being weary, we were parted. I had a great deal of this kind of sport
                  afterwards, in which the captain and the ship's company used very much to
                  encourage me. Sometime afterwards the ship went to Leith in Scotland, and from
                  thence to the Orkneys, where I was surprised in seeing scarcely any night: and
                  from thence we sailed with a great fleet, full of soldiers, for England. All this
                  time we had never come to an engagement, though we were frequently cruising off
                  the coast of France: during which we chased many vessels, and took in all
                  seventeen prizes. I had been learning many of the manoeuvres of the ship <pb n="114" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p114.jpg"/> during our cruise; and I was
                  several times made to fire the guns. One evening, off Havre de Grace, just as it
                  was growing dark, we were standing off shore, and met with a fine large
                  French-built frigate. We got all things immediately ready for fighting; and I now
                  expected I should be gratified in seeing an engagement, which I had so long wished
                  for in vain. But the very moment the word of command was given to fire, we heard
                  those on board the other ship cry 'Haul down the
                     jib;' and in that instant she hoisted English colours. There was
                  instantly with us an amazing cry of—'Avast!' or stop
                  firing; and I think one or two guns had been let off, but happily they did no
                  mischief. We had hailed them several times; but they not hearing, we received no
                  answer, which was the cause of our firing. The boat was then sent <pb n="115" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p115.jpg"/> on board of her, and she proved to be
                  the Ambuscade man of war, to my nosmall disappointment. We returned to Portsmouth,
                  without having been in any action, just at the trial of Admiral Byng (whom I saw
                  several times during it): and my master having left the ship, and gone to London
                  for promotion, Dick and I were put on board the savage sloop of war, and we went
                  in her to assist in bringing off the St. George man of war, that had ran ashore
                  somewhere on the coast. After staying a few weeks on board the savage, Dick and I
                  were sent on shore at Deal, where we remained some short time, till my master sent
                  for us to London, the place I had long desired exceedingly to see. We therefore
                  both with great pleasure got into a waggon, and came to London, where we were
                  received by a Mr. Guerin, a relation of my master. This <pb n="116" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p116.jpg"/> gentleman had two sisters, very amiable ladies, who took much notice and great care of me. Though I had desired so
                  much to see London, when I arrived in it I was unfortunately unable to gratify my
                  curiosity; for I had at this time the chilblains to such a degree that I could not
                  stand for several months, and I was obliged to be sent to st. George's Hospital.
                  There I grew so ill, that the doctors wanted to cut my left leg off at different
                  times, apprehending a mortification; but I always said I would rather die than
                  suffer it; and happily (I thank God) I recovered without the operation. After
                  being there several weeks, and just as I had recovered, the small pox broke out on
                  me, so that I was again confined; and I thought myself now particularly
                  unfortunate. However I soon recovered again; and by this time my <pb n="117" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p117.jpg"/> master having been promoted to be
                  first lieutenant of the Preston man of war of fifty guns, then new at Deptford,
                  Dick and I were sent on board her, and soon after we went to Holland to bring over
                  the late Duke of — to England.—While I was in this ship an incident happened,
                  which, though trifling, I beg leave to relate, as I could not help taking
                  particular notice of it, and considering it then as a judgment of God. One morning
                  a young man was looking up to the fore-top, and in a wicked tone, common on
                  shipboard, d—d his eyes about something. Just at the moment some small particles
                  of dirt fell into his left eye, and by the evening it was very much inflamed. The
                  next day it grew worse; and within six or seven days he lost it. From this ship,
                  my master was appointed a lieutenant on board the Royal George. <pb n="118" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p118.jpg"/> When he was going he wished me to
                  stay on board the Preston, to learn the French horn; but the ship being or dered
                  for Turkey I could not think of leaving my master, to whom I was very warmly
                  attached; and I told him if he left me behind it would break my heart. This
                  prevailed on him to take me with him; but he left Dick on board the Preston, whom
                  I embraced at parting for the last time. The Royal George was the largest ship I
                  had ever seen; so that when I came on board of her I was surprised at the number
                  of people, men, women, and children, of every denomination; and the largeness of
                  the guns, many of them also of brass, which I had never seen before. Here were
                  also shops or stalls of every kind of goods, and people crying their different
                  commodities about the ship as in a town. To me it appeared a little <pb n="119" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p119.jpg"/> world, into which I was again cast
                  with out a friend, for I had no longer my dear companion Dick. We did not stay
                  long here. My master was not many weeks on board before he got an appointment to
                  be sixth lieutenant of the Namur, which was then at spithead, fitting up for
                  Vice-admiral Boscawen, who was going with a large fleet on an expedition against
                  Louisburgh. The crew of the Royal George were turned over to her, and the flag of
                  that gallant admiral was hoisted on board, the blue at the maintop gallant mast
                  head. There was a very great fleet of men of war of every description assembled
                  together for this expedition, and I was in hopes soon to have an opportunity of
                  being gratified with a sea-fight. All things being now in readiness, this mighty
                  fleet (for there was also Admiral Cornish's fleet in company, <pb n="120" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p120.jpg"/> destined for the East Indies) at last
                  weighed anchor, and failed. The two fleets continued in company for several days,
                  and then parted; Admiral Cornish, in the Lenox, having first saluted our admiral
                  in the Namur, which he returned. We then steered for America; but, by contrary
                  winds, we were driven to Teneriffe, where I was struck with its noted peak. Its
                  prodigious height, and its form, resembling a sugar loaf, filled me with wonder.
                  We remained in sight of this island some days, and then proceeded for America,
                  which we soon made, and got into a very commodious harbour called St. George, in
                  Halifax, where we had fish in great plenty, and all other fresh provisions. We
                  were here joined by different men of war and transport ships with soldiers; after
                  which, our fleet being increased to a <pb n="121" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p121.jpg"/> prodigious number of ships of all
                  kinds, we sailed for Cape Breton in Nova Scotia. We had the good and gallant
                  General Wolfe on board our ship, whose affability made him highly esteemed and
                  beloved by all the men. He often honoured me, as well as other boys, with marks of
                  his notice; and saved me once a flogging for fighting with a young gentleman. We
                  arrived at Cape Breton in the summer of 1758: and here the soldiers were to be
                  landed, in order to make an attack upon Louisbourgh. My master had some part in
                  superintending the landing; and here I was in a small measure gratified in seeing
                  an encounter between our men and the enemy. The French were posted on the shore to
                  receive us, and disputed our landing for a long time: but at last they were driven
                  from their trenches, and a complete landing was effected. Our <pb n="122" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p122.jpg"/> troops pursued them as far as the
                  town of Louisbourgh. In this action many were killed on both sides. One thing
                  remarkable I saw this day:—A lieutenant of the Princess Amelia, who, as well as my
                  master, superintended the landing, was giving the word of command, and while his
                  mouth was open a musquet ball went through it, and passed out at his cheek. I had
                  that day in my hand the scalp of an indian king, who was killed in the engagement:
                  the scalp had been taken off by an Highlander. I saw this king's ornaments too,
                  which were very curious, and made of feathers.</p>
               <p>Our land forces laid siege to the town of Louisbourgh, while the French men of war
                  were blocked up in the harbour by the fleet, the batteries at the same time
                  playing upon them from the land. This they did with such effect, that one <pb n="123" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p123.jpg"/> day I saw some of the ships
                  set on fire by the shells from the batteries, and I believe two or three of them
                  were quite burnt. At another time, about fifty boats belonging to the English men
                  of war, commaded by Captain George Belfour of the Aetna fire ship, and Mr. Laforey
                  another junior captain, attacked and boarded the only two remaining French men of
                  war in the harbour. They also set fire to a seventy-gun ship, but a sixty-four,
                  called the Bienfaisant, they brought off. During my stay here I had often an
                  opportunity of being near captain Belfour, who was pleased to notice me, and liked
                  me so much that he often asked my master to let him have me, but he would not part
                  with me; and no consideration could have induced me to leave him. At last
                  Louisbourgh was taken, and the English men of war came into the harbour <pb n="124" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p124.jpg"/> before it, to my very great
                  joy; for I had now more liberty of indulging myself, and I went often on shore.
                  When the ships were in the harbour we had the most beautiful procession on the
                  water I ever saw. All the admirals and captains of the men of war, full dressed,
                  and in their barges, well ornamented with pendants, came alongside of the Namur.
                  The vice-admiral then went on shore in his barge, followed by the other officers
                  in order of seniority, to take possession, as I suppose, of the town and fort.
                  some time after this the French governor and his lady, and other persons of note,
                  came on board our ship to dine. On this occasion our ships were dressed with
                  colours of all kinds, from the topgallant-mast head to the deck; and this, with
                  the firing of guns, formed a most grand and magnificent spectacle.</p>
               <p>
                  <pb n="125" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p125.jpg"/> As soon as every thing here
                  was settled, Admiral Boscawen sailed with part of the fleet for England, leaving
                  some ships behind with Rear admirals Sir Charles Hardy and Durell. It was now
                  winter; and one evening, during our passage home, about dusk, when we were in the
                  channel, or near soundings, and were beginning to look for land, we descried seven
                  sail of large men of war, which stood off shore. Several people on board of our
                  ship said, as the two fleets were (in forty minutes from the first sight) within
                  hail of each other, that they were English men of war; and some of our people even
                  began to name some of the ships. By this time both fleets began to mingle, and our
                  admiral ordered his flag to be hoisted. At that instant the other fleet, which
                  were French, hoisted their ensigns, and gave us a broadside as they <pb n="126" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p126.jpg"/> passed by. Nothing could create
                  greater surprise and confusion among us than this: the wind was high, the sea
                  rough, and we had our lower and middle deck guns housed in, so that not a single
                  gun on board was ready te be fired at any of the French ships. However, the Royal
                  William and the somerset, being our sternmost ships, became a little prepared, and
                  each gave the French ships a broadside as they passed by. I afterwards heard this
                  was a French squadron, commanded by Mons. Conflans; and certainly had the
                  Frenchmen known our condition, and had a mind to fight us, they might have done us
                  great mischief. But we were not long before we were prepared for an engagement.
                  Immediately many things were tossed overboard; the ships were made ready for
                  fighting as soon as possible; and about ten at night we had bent a new <pb n="127" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p127.jpg"/> main sail, the old one being split.
                  Being now in readiness for fighting, we wore ship, and stood after the French
                  fleet, who were one or two ships in number more than we. However we gave them
                  chase, and continued pursuing them all night; and at day-light we saw six of them,
                  all large ships of the line, and an English East Indiaman, a prize they had taken.
                  We chased them all day till between three and four o'clock in the evening, when we
                  came up with, and passed within a musquet shot of one seventy-four gun ship, and
                  the Indiaman also, who now hoisted her colours, but immediately hauled them down
                  again. On this we made a signal for the other ships to take possession of her;
                  and, supposing the man of war would likewise strike, we cheered, but she did not;
                  though if we had fired into her, from being so near, we must have taken her. To my
                  utter surprise, <pb n="128" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p128.jpg"/> the
                  Somerset, who was the next ship a-stern of the Namur, made way like wise; and,
                  thinking they were sure of this French ship, they cheered in the same manner, but
                  still continued to follow us. The French Commodore was about a gun-shot ahead of
                  all, running from us with all speed; and about four o'clock he carried his foretop
                  mast overboard. This caused another loud cheer with us; and a little after the
                  topmast came close by us; but, to our great surprise, instead of coming up with
                  her, we found she went as fast as ever, if not faster. The sea grew now much
                  smoother; and the wind lulling, the seventy-four gun ship we had passed came again
                  by us in the very same direction, and so near, that we heard her people talk as
                  she went by; yet not a shot was fired on either side; and about five or six
                  o'clock, just as it grew dark, she joined her <pb n="129" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p129.jpg"/> commodore. We chased all night; but
                  the next day we were out of sight, so that we saw no more of them; and we only had
                  the old Indiaman (called Carnarvon I think) for our trouble. After this we stood
                  in for the channel, and soon made the land; and, about the close of the year
                  1758-9, we got safe to St. Helen's. Here the Namur ran aground; and also another
                  large ship astern of us; but, by starting our water, and tossing many things
                  overboard to lighten her, we got the ships off without any damage. We stayed for a
                  short time at spithead, and then went into Portsmouth harbour to refit: from
                  whence the admiral went to London; and my master and I soon followed, with a
                  press-gang, as we wanted some hands to complete our complement.</p>
            </div>
            <div n="4" type="chapter">
               <pb n="130" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p130.jpg"/>
               <head>CHAP. IV.</head>
               
                  <p>
                     <hi rend="italic">The author is baptized—Narrowly escapes drowning—Goes on an
                        expedition to the Mediterranean—Incidents he met with there—Is witness to an
                        engagement between some English and French ships—A particular account of the
                        celebrated engagement between Admiral Boscawen and Mons. Le Clue, off Cape
                        Logas, in August</hi> 1759<hi rend="italic">—Dreadful explosion of a French
                        ship—The author sails for England—His master appointed to the command of a
                        fire-ship—Meets a negro boy, from whom he experiences much
                        benevolence—Prepares for an expedition against Belle-Isle—A remarkable story
                        of a disaster which befel his ship—Arrives at Belle-Isle—Operations of the
                        landing</hi>
                     <pb n="131" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p131.jpg"/>
                     <hi rend="italic">and siege—The author's danger and distress, with his manner
                        of extricating himself—Surrender of Belle-Isle—Transactions afterwards on
                        the coast of France—Remarkable instance of kidnapping—The author returns to
                        England—Hears talk of peace, and expects his freedom—His ship sails for
                        Deptford to be paid off, and when he arrives there he is suddenly seized by
                        his master and carried forcibly on board a West India ship and sold.</hi>
                  </p>
               
               <p>IT was now between two and three years since I first came to England, a great part
                  of which I had spent at sea; so that I became inured to that service, and began to
                  consider myself as happily situated; for my master treated me always extremely
                  well; and my attachment and gratitude to him were very great. From the various
                  scenes I had <pb n="132" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p132.jpg"/> beheld on
                  ship-board, I soon grew a stranger to terror of every kind, and was, in that
                  respect at least, almost an Englishman. I have often reflected with surprise that
                  I never felt half the alarm at any of the numerous dangers I have been in, that I
                  was filled with at the first sight of the Europeans, and at every act of theirs,
                  even the most trifling, when I first came among them, and for some time
                  afterwards. That fear, however, which was the effect of my ignorance, wore away as
                  I began to know them. I could now speak English tolerably well, and I perfectly
                  understood every thing that was said. I not only felt myself quite easy with these
                  new countrymen, but relished their society and manners. I no longer looked upon
                  them as spirits, but as men superior to us; and therefore I had the stronger
                  desire to resemble <pb n="133" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p133.jpg"/> them; to
                  imbibe their spirit, and imitate their manners; I therefore embraced every
                  occasion of improvement; and every new thing that I observed I treasured up in my
                  memory. I had long wished to be able to read and write; and for this purpose I
                  took every opportunity to gain instruction, but had made as yet very little
                  progress. However, when I went to London with my master, I had soon an opportunity
                  of improving myself, which I gladly embraced. Shortly after my arrival, he sent me
                  to wait upon the Miss Guerins, who had treated me with much kindness when I was
                  there before; and they sent me to school.</p>
               <p>While I was attending these ladies, their servants told me I could not go to
                  Heaven, unless I was baptized. This made me very uneasy; for I had now some faint
                  idea of a future state: <pb n="134" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p134.jpg"/>
                  accordingly I communicated my anxiety to the eldest Miss Guerin, with whom I was
                  become a favourite, and pressed her to have me baptized; when to my great joy, she
                  told me I should. She had formerly asked my master to let me be baptized, but he
                  had refused; however she now insisted on it; and he being under some obligation to
                  her brother complied with her request; so I was baptized in St. Margaret's church,
                  Westminster, in February 1759, by my present name. The clergyman at the same time,
                  gave me a book, called a Guide to the Indians, written by the Bishop of Sodor and
                  Man. On this occasion, Miss Guerin did me the honour to stand as godmother, and
                  afterwards gave me a treat. I used to attend these ladies about the town, in which
                  service I was extremely happy; as I had thus many opportunities of <pb n="135" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p135.jpg"/> seeing London, which I desired of all
                  things. I was sometimes, however, with my master at his rendezvous-house, which
                  was at the foot of Westminster-Bridge. Here I used to enjoy myself in playing
                  about the bridge stairs, and often in the watermen's wherries, with other boys. On
                  one of these occasions there was another boy with me in a wherry, and we went out
                  into the current of the river: while we were there, two more stout boys came to us
                  in another wherry, and, abusing us for taking the boat, desired me to get into the
                  other wherry-boat. Accordingly I went to get out of the wherry I was in; but just
                  as I had got one of my feet into the other boat, the boys shoved it off, so that I
                  fell into the Thames; and, not being able to swim, I should unavoidably have been
                  drowned, but for the assistance of some <pb n="136" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p136.jpg"/> watermen who providentially came to
                  my relief.</p>
               <p>The Namur being again got ready for sea, my master, with his gang, was ordered on
                  board; and, to my no small grief, I was obliged to leave my schoolmaster, whom I
                  liked very much, and always attended while I stayed in London, to repair on board
                  with my master. Nor did I leave my kind patronesses, the Miss Guerins, without
                  uneasiness and regret. They often used to teach me to read, and took great pains
                  to instruct me in the principles of religion and the knowledge of God. I therefore
                  parted from those amiable ladies with reluctance: after receiving from them many
                  friendly cautions how to conduct myself, and some valuable presents.</p>
               <p>When I came to Spithead, I found we were destined for the Mediterranean, <pb n="137" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p137.jpg"/> with a large fleet, which was
                  now ready to put to sea. We only waited for the arrival of the admiral, who soon
                  came on board; and about the beginning of the spring 1759, having weighed anchor,
                  and got under way, sailed for the Mediterranean; and in eleven days, from the
                  Land's End, we got to Gibraltar. While we were here I used to be often on shore,
                  and got various fruits in great plenty, and very cheap.</p>
               <p>I had frequently told several people, in my excursions on shore, the story of my
                  being kidnapped with my sister, and of our being separated, as I have related
                  before; and I had as often expressed my anxiety for her fate, and my sorrow at
                  having never met her again. One day, when I was on shore, and mentioning these
                  circumstances to some persons, one of them told me he knew <pb n="138" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p138.jpg"/> where my sister was, and, if I would
                  accompany him, he would bring me to her. Improbable as this story was, I believed
                  it immediately, and agreed to go with him, while my heart leaped for joy; and,
                  indeed, he conducted me to a black young woman, who was so like my sister, that at
                  first sight, I really thought it was her: but I was quickly undeceived; and, on
                  talking to her, I found her to be of another nation.</p>
               <p>While we lay here the Preston came in from the Levant. As soon as she arrived, my
                  master told me I should now see my old companion, Dick, who was gone in her when
                  she sailed for Turkey. I was much rejoiced at this news, and expected every minute
                  to embrace him; and when the captain came on board of our ship, which he did
                  immediately after, I ran to inquire after my friend; but, with inexpressible <pb n="139" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p139.jpg"/> sorrow, I learned from the
                  boat's crew that the dear youth was dead! and that they had brought his chest, and
                  all his other things, to my master: these he afterwards gave to me, and I regarded
                  them as a memorial of my friend, whom I loved, and grieved for, as a brother.</p>
               <p>While we were at Gibralter, I saw a soldier hanging by the heels, at one of the
                  <ref target="moles_" corresp="moles">moles*</ref>
                                <note xml:id="moles" target="moles_">*He had drowned himself in endeavouring to desert. [Equiano's note] "Moles" are large stone piers or wharfs.</note>: I thought this a strange sight, as I had seen a man hanged in London by
                  his neck. At another time I saw the master of a frigate towed to shore on a
                  grating, by several of the men of war's boats, and discharged the fleet, which I
                  understood was a mark of disgrace for cowardice. On board the same ship there was
                  also a sailor hung up at the yard-arm.</p>
               <p>After lying at Gibralter for some
                  <pb n="140" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p140.jpg"/> time, we sailed up the
                  Mediterranean a considerable way above the Gulf of Lyons; where we were one night
                  overtaken with a terrible gale of wind, much greater than any I had ever yet
                  experienced. The sea ran so high that, though all the guns were well housed, there
                  was great reason to fear their getting loose, the ship rolled so much; and if they
                  had it must have proved our destruction. After we had cruised here for a short
                  time, we came to Barcelona, a Spanish sea-port, remarkable for its silk
                  manufactures. Here the ships were all to be watered; and my master, who spoke
                  different languages, and used often to interpret for the admiral, superintended
                  the watering of ours. For that purpose he and the officers of the other ships, who
                  were on the same service, had tents pitched in the bay; and the Spanish soldiers
                  were stationed along the shore, I suppose <pb n="141" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p141.jpg"/> to see that no depredations were
                  committed by our men.</p>
               <p>I used constantly to attend my master; and I was charmed with this place. All the
                  time we stayed it was like a fair with the natives, who brought us fruits of all
                  kinds, and sold them to us much cheaper than I got them in England. They used also
                  to bring wine down to us in hog and sheep skins, which diverted me very much. The
                  Spanish officers here treated our officers with great politeness and attention;
                  and some of them, in particular, used to come often to my master's tent to visit
                  him; where they would sometimes divert themselves by mounting me on the horses or
                  mules, so that I could not fall, and setting them off at full gallop; my imperfect
                  skill in horsemanship all the while affording them no small entertainment. After
                  the ships were <pb n="142" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p142.jpg"/> watered, we
                  returned to our old station of cruizing off Toulon, for the purpose of
                  intercepting a fleet of French men of war that lay there. One Sunday, in our
                  cruise, we came off a place where there were two small French frigates lying in
                  shore; and our admiral, thinking to take or destroy them, sent two ships in after
                  them—the Culloden and the Conqueror. They soon came up to the Frenchmen; and I saw
                  a smart fight here, both by sea and land: for the frigates were covered by bat
                  teries, and they played upon our ships most furiously, which they as furiously
                  returned, and for a long time a constant firing was kept up on all sides at an
                  amazing rate. At last one frigate sunk; but the people escaped, though not without
                  much difficulty: and a little after some of the people left the other frigate
                  also, which was a mere <pb n="143" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p143.jpg"/>
                  wreck. However, our ships did not venture to bring her away, they were so much
                  annoyed from the batteries, which raked them both in going and coming: their
                  topmasts were shot a way, and they were otherwise so much shattered, that the
                  admiral was obliged to send in many boats to tow them back to the fleet. I
                  afterwards sailed with a man who fought in one of the French batteries during the
                  engagement, and he told me our ships had done considerable mischief that day on
                  shore and in the batteries.</p>
               <p>After this we sailed for Gibraltar, and arrived there about August 1759. Here we
                  remained with all our sails unbent, while the fleet was watering and doing other
                  necessary things. While we were in this situation, one day the admiral, with most
                  of the principal officers, and many people of all stations, <pb n="144" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p144.jpg"/> being on shore, about seven o'clock
                  in the evening we were alarmed by signals from the frigates stationed for that
                  purpose; and in an instant there was a general cry that the French fleet was out,
                  and just passing through the streights. The admiral immediately came on board with
                  some other officers; and it is impossible to describe the noise, hurry and
                  confusion throughout the whole fleet, in bending their sails and slipping their
                  cables; many people and ships' boats were left on shore in the bustle. We had two
                  captains on board of our ship who came away in the hurry and left their ships to
                  follow. We shewed lights from the gun-wales to the main top mast-head; and all our
                  lieutenants were employed amongst the fleet to tell the ships not to wait for ther
                  captains, but to put the sails to the yards, slip their cables <pb n="145" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p145.jpg"/> and follow us; and in this confusion
                  of making ready for fighting, we set out for sea in the dark after the French
                  fleet. Here I could have exclaimed with Ajax,<quote>
                     <lg>
                        <l>"Oh Jove! O father! if it be thy will</l>
                        <l>"That we must perish, we thy will obey,</l>
                        <l>"But let us perish by the light of day."</l>
                     </lg>
                  </quote> They had got the start of us so far that we were not able to come up with
                  them during the night; but at day-light we saw seven sail of the line of battle
                  some miles ahead. We immediately chased them till about four o'clock in the
                  evening, when our ships came up with them; and, though we were about fifteen large
                  ships, our gallant admiral only fought them with his own division, which consisted
                  of seven; so that we were just ship for ship. We passed by the whole of the
                  enemy's fleet in order to come at their commander, <pb n="146" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p146.jpg"/> Mons. La Clue, who was in the Ocean,
                  an eighty-four gun ship: as we passed they all fired on us; and at one time three
                  of them fired together, continuing to do so for some time. Notwithstanding which
                  our admiral would not suffer a gun to be fired at any of them, to my astonishment;
                  but made us lie on our bellies on the deck till we came quite close to the Ocean,
                  who was ahead of them all; when we had orders to pour the whole three tiers into
                  her at once.</p>
               <p>The engagement now commenced with great fury on both sides: the Ocean immediately
                  returned our fire, and we continued engaged with each other for some time; during
                  which I was frequently stunned with the thundering of the great guns, whose
                  dreadful contents hurried many of my companions into awful eternity. At last the
                  French <pb n="147" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p147.jpg"/> line was entirely
                  broken, and we obtained the victory, which was immediately proclaimed with loud
                  huzzas and acclamations. We took three prizes, La Modeste, of sixty-four guns, and
                  Le Temeraire and Centaur, of seventy-four guns each. The rest of the French ships
                  took to flight with all the sail they could crowd. Our ship being very much
                  damaged, and quite disabled from pursuing the enemy, the admiral immediately
                  quitted her, and went in the broken and only boat we had left on board the Newark,
                  with which, and some other ships, he went after the French. The Ocean, and another
                  large French ship, called the Redoubtable, endeavouring to escape, ran ashore at
                  Cape Logas, on the coast of Portugal; and the French admiral and some of the crew
                  got ashore; but we, finding it impossible to get the ships <pb n="148" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p148.jpg"/> off, set fire to them both. About
                  midnight I saw the Ocean blow up, with a most dreadful explosion. I never beheld a
                  more awful scene. In less than a minute, the midnight for a certain space seemed
                  turned into day by the blaze, which was attended with a noise louder and more
                  terrible than thunder, that seemed to rend every element around us.</p>
               <p>My station during the engagement was on the middle-deck, where I was quartered
                  with another boy, to bring powder to the aftermost gun; and here I was a witness
                  of the dreadful fate of many of my companions, who, in the twinkling of an eye,
                  were dashed in pieces, and launched into eternity. Happily I escaped unhurt,
                  though the shot and splinters flew thick about me during the whole fight. Towards
                  the latter part of it my master was wounded, <pb n="149" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p149.jpg"/> and I saw him carried down to the
                  surgeon; but though I was much alarmed for him and wished to assist him I dared
                  not leave my post. At this station my gun-mate (a partner in bringing powder for
                  the same gun) and I ran a very great risk for more than half an hour of blowing up
                  the ship. For, when we had taken the cartridges out of the boxes, the bottoms of
                  many of them proving rotten, the powder ran all about the deck, near the match
                  tub: we scarcely had water enough at the last to throw on it. We were also, from
                  our employment, very much exposed to the enemy's shots; for we had to go through
                  nearly the whole length of the ship to bring the powder. I expected therefore
                  every minute to be my last; especially when I saw our men fall so thick about me;
                  but, wishing to guard as much against <pb n="150" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p150.jpg"/> the dangers as possible, at first I
                  thought it would be safest not to go for the powder till the Frenchmen had fired
                  the broadside; and then, while they were charging, I could go and come with my
                  powder: but immediately afterwards I thought this caution was fruitless; and,
                  cheering myself with the reflection that there was a time allotted for me to die
                  as well as to be born, I instantly cast off all fear or thought whatever of death,
                  and went through the whole of my duty with alacrity; pleasing myself with the
                  hope, if I survived the battle, of relating it and the dangers I had escaped to
                  the Miss Guerins, and others, when I should return to London.</p>
               <p>Our ship suffered very much in this engagement; for, besides the number of our
                  killed and wounded, she was almost torn to pieces, and our rigging so <pb n="151" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p151.jpg"/> much shattered, that our mizen-mast,
                  main-yard, &amp;c. hung over the side of the ship; so that we were obliged to get
                  many carpenters, and others from some of the ships of the fleet, to assist in
                  setting us in some tolerable order; and, notwithstanding which, it took us some
                  time before we were completely refitted; after which we lest Admiral Broderick to
                  command, and we, with the prizes steered for England. On the passage, and as soon
                  as my master was something recovered of his wounds, the admiral appointed him
                  captain of the Aetna fire-ship, on which he and I left the Namur, and went on
                  board of her at sea. I liked this little ship very much. I now became the
                  captain's steward, in which situation I was very happy: for I was extremely well
                  treated by all on board; and I had leisure to improve myself in <pb n="152" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p152.jpg"/> reading and writing. The latter I had
                  learned a little of before I left the Namur, as there was a school on board. When
                  we arrived at Spithead, the Aetna went into Portsmouth harbour to refit, which
                  being done, we returned to Spithead and joined a large fleet that was thought to
                  be intended against the Havannah; but about that time the king died; whether that
                  prevented the expedition I know not; but it caused our ship to be stationed at
                  Cowes, in the isle of Wight, till the beginning of the year sixty-one. Here I
                  spent my time very pleasantly; I was much on shore all about this delightful
                  island, and found the inhabitants very civil.</p>
               <p>While I was here, I met with a trifling incident, which surprised me agreeably. I
                  was one day in a field belonging to a gentleman who had a black boy about my own
                  size; this boy <pb n="153" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p153.jpg"/> having
                  observed me from his master's house, was transported at the sight of one of his
                  own countrymen, and ran to meet me with the utmost haste. I not knowing what he
                  was about, turned a little out of his way at first, but to no purpose: he soon
                  came close to me and caught hold of me in his arms as if I had been his brother,
                  though we had never seen each other before. After we had talked together for some
                  time he took me to his master's house, where I was treated very kindly. This
                  benevolent boy and I were very happy in frequently seeing each other till about
                  the month of March 1761, when our ship had orders to fit out again for another
                  expedition. When we got ready, we joined a very large fleet at spithead, commanded
                  by Commodore Keppel, which was destined against Belle-Isle, and with a number of
                  transport <pb n="154" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p154.jpg"/> ships with troops
                  on board to make a descent on the place, we sailed once more in quest of fame. I
                  longed to engage in new adventures and see fresh wonders.</p>
               <p>I had a mind on which every thing uncommon made its full impression, and every
                  event which I considered as marvellous. Every extraordinary escape, or signal
                  deliverance, either of myself or others, I looked upon to be effected by the
                  interposition of Providence. We had not been above ten days at sea before an
                  incident of this kind happened; which, whatever credit it may obtain from the
                  reader, made no small impression on my mind.</p>
               <p>We had on board a gunner, whose name was John Mondle; a man of very indifferent
                  morals. This man's cabin was between the decks, exactly over where I lay, abreast
                  of the quarter-deck <pb n="155" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p155.jpg"/>ladder.
                  One night, the 5th of April, being terrified with a dream, he awoke in so great a
                  fright that he could not rest in his bed any longer, nor even remain in his cabin;
                  and he went upon deck about four o'clock in the morning extremely agitated. He
                  immediately told those on the deck of the agonies of his mind, and the dream which
                  occasioned it; in which he said he had seen many things very awful, and had been
                  warned by St. Peter to repent, who told him time was short. This he said had
                  greatly alarmed him, and he was determined to alter his life. People generally
                  mock the fears of others when they are themselves in safety; and some of his
                  shipmates who heard him only laughed at him. However, he made a vow that he never
                  would drink strong liquors again; and he immediately got a light, and gave away
                  his sea-stores <pb n="156" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p156.jpg"/> of liquor.
                  After which, his agitation still continuing, he began to read the scriptures,
                  hoping to find some relief; and soon afterwards he laid himself down again on his
                  bed, and endeavoured to compose himself to sleep, but to no purpose; his mind
                  still continuing in a state of agony. By this time it was exactly half after seven
                  in the morning: I was then under the half-deck at the great cabin door; and all at
                  once I heard the people in the waist cry out, most fearfully—'The Lord have mercy upon us! We are all lost! The
                     Lord have mercy upon us!' Mr. Mondle hearing the cries, immediately ran
                  out of his cabin; and we were instantly struck by the Lynne, a fortygun ship,
                  Captain Clark, which nearly ran us down. This ship had just put about, and was by
                  the wind, but had not got full headway, or we must all <pb n="157" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p157.jpg"/> have perished; for the wind was
                  brisk. However, before Mr Mondle had got four steps from his cabin door, she
                  struck our ship with her cutwater right in the middle of his bed and cabin, and
                  ran it up to the combings of the quarter deck hatchway, and above three feet below
                  water, and in a minute there was not a bit of wood to be seen where Mr. Mondle's
                  cabin stood; and he was so near being killed that some of the splinters tore his
                  face. As Mr. Mondle must inevitably have perished from this accident had he not
                  been alarmed in the very extraordinary way I have related, I could not help
                  regarding this as an awful interposition of Providence for his preservation. The
                  two ships for some time swinged alongside of each other; for ours being a
                  fireship, our grappling-irons caught the Lynne every way, and the yards and
                  rigging <pb n="158" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p158.jpg"/> went at an
                  astonishing rate. Our ship was in such a shocking condition that we all thought
                  she would instantly go down, and every one ran for their lives, and got as well as
                  they could on board the Lynne; but our lieutenant being the aggressor, he never
                  quitted the ship. However, when we found she did not sink immediately, the captain
                  came on board again, and encouraged our people to return and try to save her. Many
                  on this came back, but some would not venture. some of the ships in the fleet,
                  seeing our situation; immediately sent their boats to our assistance; but it took
                  us the whole day to save the ship with all their help. And by using every possible
                  means, particularly frapping her together with many hawsers, and putting a great
                  quantity of tallow below water where she was damaged, she was kept together: <pb n="159" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p159.jpg"/> but it was well we did not
                  meet with any gales of wind, or we must have gone to pieces; for we were in such a
                  crazy condition that we had ships to attend us till we arrived at Belle-Isle, the
                  place of our destination; and then we had all things taken out of the ship, and
                  she was properly repaired. This escape of Mr. Mondle, which he, as well as myself,
                  always considered as a singular act of Providence, I believe had a great influence
                  on his life and conduct ever afterwards.</p>
               <p>Now that I am on this subject I beg leave to relate another instance or two which
                  strongly raised my belief of the particular interposition of Heaven, and which
                  might not otherways have found a place here, from their insignificance. I belonged
                  for a few days in the year 1758, to the Jason, of fifty-four guns, at Plymouth;
                  and one night, when I <pb n="160" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p160.jpg"/> was on
                  board, a woman, with a child at her breast, fell from the upper-deck down into the
                  hold, near the keel. Every one thought that the mother and child must be both
                  dashed to pieces; but, to our great surprise, neither of them was hurt. I myself
                  one day fell headlong from the upper-deck of the Aetna down the after-hold, when
                  the ballast was out; and all who saw me fall cried out I was killed: but I
                  received not the least injury. And in the same ship a man fell from the masthead
                  on the deck without being hurt. In these, and in many more instances, I thought I
                  could plainly trace the hand of God, without whose permission a sparrow cannot
                  fall. I began to raise my fear from man to him alone, and to call daily on his
                  holy name with fear and reverence: and I trust he heard my supplications, and
                  graciously <pb n="161" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p161.jpg"/> condescended to
                  answer me according to his holy word, and to implant the seeds of piety in me,
                  even one of the meanest of his creatures.</p>
               <p>When we had refitted our ship, and all things were in readiness for attacking the
                  place, the troops on board the transports were ordered to disembark; and my master
                  as a junior captain, had a share in the command of the landing. This was on the
                  12th of April. The French were drawn up on the shore, and had made every
                  disposition to oppose the landing of our men, only a small part of them this day
                  being able to effect it; most of them, after fighting with great bravery, were cut
                  off; and General Crawford, with a number of others, were taken prisoners. In this
                  day's engagement we had also our lieutenant killed.</p>
               <p>On the 21st of April we renewed our <pb n="162" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p162.jpg"/> efforts to land the men, while all
                  the men of war were stationed along the shore to cover it, and fired at the French
                  batteries and breast works from early in the morning till about four o'clock in
                  the evening, when our soldiers effected a safe landing. They immediately attacked
                  the French; and, after a sharp encounter, forced them from the batteries. Before
                  the enemy retreated they blew up several of them, lest they should fall into our
                  hands. Our men now proceeded to besiege the citadel, and my master was ordered on
                  shore to superintend the landing of all the materials necessary for carrying on
                  the siege; in which service I mostly attended him. While I was there I went about
                  to different parts of the island; and one day, particularly, my curiosity almost
                  cost me my life. I wanted very much to see the mode of charging the <pb n="163" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p163.jpg"/> mortars and letting off the shells,
                  and for that purpose I went to an English battery that was but a very few yards
                  from the walls of the citadel. There, indeed, I had an opportunity of completely
                  gratifying myself in seeing the whole operation, and that not without running a
                  very great risk, both from the English shells that burst while I was there, but
                  likewise from those of the French. One of the largest of their shells bursted
                  within nine or ten yards of me: there was a single rock close by, about the size
                  of a butt; and I got instant shelter under it in time to avoid the fury of the
                  shell. Where it burst the earth was torn in such a manner that two or three butts
                  might easily have gone into the hole it made, and it threw great quantities of
                  stones and dirt to a considerable distance. Three shot were also fired at me and
                  another <pb n="164" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p164.jpg"/> boy who was along
                  with me, one of them in particular seemed<quote>
                     <lg>
                        <l>"Wing'd with red lightning and impetuous rage;"</l>
                     </lg>
                  </quote> for with a most dreadfull sound it hissed close by me, and struck a rock
                  at a little distance, which it shattered to pieces. When I saw what perilous
                  circumstances I was in, I attempted to return the nearest way I could find, and
                  thereby I got between the English and the French centinels. An English serjeant,
                  who commanded the outposts, seeing me, and surprised how I came there, (which was
                  by stealth along the seashore), reprimanded me very severely for it, and instantly
                  took the centinel off his post into custody, for his negligence in suffering me to
                  pass the lines. While I was in this situation I observed at a little distance a
                  French horse, belonging to some islanders, which I thought I would now mount, <pb n="165" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p165.jpg"/> for the greater expedition of
                  getting off. Accordingly I took some cord which I had about me, and making a kind
                  of bridle of it, I put it round the horse's head, and the tame beast very quietly
                  suffered me to tie him thus and mount him. As soon as I was on the horse's back I
                  began to kick and beat him, and try every means to make him go quick, but all to
                  very little purpose: I could not drive him out of a slow pace. While I was
                  creeping along, still within reach of the enemy's shot, I met with a servant well
                  mounted on an English horse, I immediately stopped; and, crying, told him my case;
                  and begged of him to help me, and this he effectually did; for, having a fine
                  large whip, he began to lash my horse with it so severely, that he set off full
                  speed with me towards the sea, while I was quite unable to hold or manage him. In
                     <pb n="166" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p166.jpg"/> this manner I went along
                  till I came to a craggy precipice. I now could not stop my horse; and my mind was
                  filled with apprehensions of my deplorable fate should he go down the precipice,
                  which he appeared fully disposed to do: I therefore thought I had better throw
                  myself off him at once, which I did immediately with a great deal of dexterity,
                  and fortunately escaped unhurt. As soon as I found myself at liberty I made the
                  best of my way for the ship, determined I would not be so fool-hardy again in a
                  hurry.</p>
               <p>We continued to besiege the citadel till June, when it surrendered. During the
                  siege I have counted above sixty shells and carcases in the air at once. When this
                  place was taken I went through the citadel, and in the bombproofs under it, which
                  were cut in the solid rock; and I thought it a surprising <pb n="167" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p167.jpg"/> place, both for strength and
                  building: notwithstanding which our shots and shells had made amazing devastation,
                  and ruinous heaps all around it.</p>
               <p>After the taking of this island, our ships with some others commanded by commodore
                  Stanhope in the Swiftsure, went to Basse-road, where we blocked up a French fleet.
                  Our ships were there from June till February following; and in that time I saw a
                  great many scenes of war, and stratagems on both sides to destroy each others
                  fleet. Sometimes we would attack the French with some ships of the line; at other
                  times with boats; and frequently we made prizes. Once or twice the French attacked
                  us by throwing shells with their bomb-vessels; and one day as a French vessel was
                  throwing shells at our ships she broke from her springs, behind the isle of I de
                  Re: the tide being <pb n="168" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p168.jpg"/>
                  complicated, she came within a gun shot of the Nassau; but the Nassau could not
                  bring a gun to bear upon her, and thereby the Frenchman got off. We were twice
                  attacked by their fire floats, which they chained together, and then let them
                  float down with the tide; but each time we sent boats with graplings, and towed
                  them safe out of the fleet.</p>
               <p>We had different commanders while we were at this place, Commodores Stanhope,
                  Dennis, Lord Howe, &amp;c. From hence, before the Spanish war began, our ship and
                  the Wasp sloop were sent to St. Sebastian in Spain, by Commodore Stanhope; and
                  Commodore Dennis afterwards sent our ship as a cartel to <ref target="Bayonne_" corresp="Bayonne">Bayonne in France*</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Bayonne" target="Bayonne_">* Among others whom we brought
                     from Bayonne, were two gentlemen, who had been in the West Indies, where they sold slaves; and they confessed they had made at one time a false bill of sale, and sold two Portuguese white men among a lot of
                     slaves. [Equiano's note]</note>, after
                  <pb n="169" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p169.jpg"/> <ref target="which_" corresp="which">which †</ref>
                                <note xml:id="which" target="which_">† Some people have it, that sometimes shortly before
                     persons die, their ward has been seen; that is, some spirit exactly in their
                     likeness, though they are themselves at other places at the same time. One
                     day while we were at Bayonne, Mr. Mondle saw one of our men, as he thought,
                     in the gun-room; and a little after, coming on the quarter-deck, he spoke of
                     some circumstances of this man to some of the officers. They told him that
                     the man was then out of the ship, in one of the boats with the Lieutenant:
                     but Mr. Mondle would not believe it, and we searched the ship, when he found
                     the man was actually out of her; and when the boat returned some time
                     afterwards, we found the man had been drowned at the very time Mr. Mondle
                     thought he saw him. [Equiano's note] </note> we went in February
                  in 1762, to Belle-Isle, and there stayed till the summer, when we lest it, and
                  returned to Portsmouth.</p>
               <p>After our ship was fitted out again for service, in September she went to
                  Guernsey, where I was very glad to see 
                
                  <pb n="170" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p170.jpg"/> my old hostess, who was now
                  a widow, and my former little charming companion, her daughter. I spent some time
                  here very happily with them, till October, when we had orders to repair to
                  Portsmouth. We parted from each other with a great deal of affection; and I
                  promised to return soon, and see them again; not knowing what all-powerful fate
                  had determined for me. Our ship having arrived at Portsmouth, we went into the
                  harbour, and remained there till the latter end of November, when we heard great
                  talk about a peace; and, to our very great joy, in the beginning of December we
                  had orders to go up to London with our ship to be paid off. We received this news
                  with loud huzzas, and every other demonstration of gladness; and nothing but mirth
                  was to be seen throughout every part of the <pb n="171" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p171.jpg"/> ship. I too was not without my share
                  of the general joy on this occasion. I thought now of nothing but being freed, and
                  working for myself, and thereby getting money to enable me to get a good
                  education; for I always had a great desire to be able at least to read and write;
                  and while I was on ship-board I had endeavoured to improve myself in both. While I
                  was in the Aetna particularly, the captain's clerk taught me to write, and gave me
                  a smattering of arithmetic as far as the rule of three. There was also one Daniel
                  Queen, about forty years of age, a man very well educated, who messed with me on
                  board this ship, and he likewise dressed and attended the captain. Fortunately
                  this man soon became very much attached to me, and took very great pains to
                  instruct me in many things. He taught <pb n="172" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p172.jpg"/> me to shave and dress hair a little,
                  and also to read in the Bible, explaining many passages to me, which I did not
                  comprehend. I was wonderfully surprised to see the laws and rules of my own
                  country written almost exactly here; a circumstance which I believe tended to
                  impress our manners and customs more deeply on my memory. I used to tell him of
                  this resemblance; and many a time we have sat up the whole night together at this
                  employment. In short, he was like a father to me; and some even used to call me
                  after his name; they also styled me the black Christian. Indeed I almost loved him
                  with the affection of a son. Many things I have denied myself that he might have
                  them; and when I used to play at marbles or any other game, and won a few
                  halfpence, or got any little money, which I sometimes <pb n="173" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p173.jpg"/>did, for shaving any one, I used to
                  buy him a little sugar or tobacco, as far as my stock of money would go. He used
                  to say, that he and I never should part; and that when our ship was paid off, as I
                  was as free as himself or any other man on board, he would instruct me in his
                  business, by which I might gain a good livelihood. This gave me new life and
                  spirits; and my heart burned within me, while I thought the time long till I
                  obtained my freedom. For though my master had not promised it to me, yet, besides
                  the assurances I had received that he had no right to detain me, he always treated
                  me with the greatest kindness, and reposed in me an unbounded confidence; he even
                  paid attention to my morals; and would never suffer me to deceive him, or tell
                  lies, of which he used to tell me the consequences; and <pb n="174" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p174.jpg"/> that if I did so God would not love
                  me; so that from all this tenderness, I had never once supposed, in all my dreams
                  of freedom, that he would think of detaining me any longer than I wished.</p>
               <p>In pursuance of our orders we sailed from Portsmouth for the Thames, and arrived
                  at Deptford the 10th of December, where we cast anchor just as it was high water.
                  The ship was up about half an hour, when my master ordered the barge to be manned;
                  and all in an instant, without having before given me the least reason to suspect
                  any thing of the matter, he forced me into the barge; saying, I was going to leave
                  him, but he would take care I should not. I was so struck with the unexpectedness
                  of this proceeding, that for some time I did not make a reply, only I made an
                  offer to go for my <pb n="175" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p175.jpg"/> books and
                  chest of clothes, but he swore I should not move out of his sight; and if I did he
                  would cut my throat, at the same time taking his hanger. I began, however, to
                  collect myself; and, plucking up courage, I told him I was free, and he could not
                  by law serve me so. But this only enraged him the more; and he continued to swear,
                  and said he would soon let me know whether he would or not, and at that instant
                  sprung himself into the barge from the ship, to the astonishment and sorrow of all
                  on board. The tide, rather unluckily for me, had just turned downward, so that we
                  quickly fell down the river along with it, till we came among some outward-bound
                  West Indiamen; for he was resolved to put me on board the first vessel he could
                  get to receive me. The boat's crew, who pulled against <pb n="176" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p176.jpg"/>their will, became quite faint
                  different times, and would have gone ashore; but he would not let them. Some of
                  them strove then to cheer me, and told me he could not sell me, and that they
                  would stand by me, which revived me a little; and I still entertained hopes; for
                  as they pulled along he asked some vessels to receive me, but they would not. But,
                  just as we had got a little below Gravesend, we came alongside of a ship which was
                  going away the next tide for the West Indies; her name was the Charming Sally,
                  Captain James Doran; and my master went on board and agreed with him for me; and
                  in a little time I was sent sor into the cabin. When I came there Captain Doran
                  asked me if I knew him: I answered that I did not; 'Then,' said he, 'you are now my
                     slave.' I told him my master could not sell me <pb n="177" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p177.jpg"/> to him, nor to any one else. 'Why,' said he, 'did not
                     your master buy you?' I confessed he did. 'But I have served him,' said I,'many years, and he has taken all my wages and
                     prize-money, for I only got one sixpence during the war; besides this I have
                     been baptized; and by the laws of the land no man has a right to sell
                     me:' And I added, that I had heard a lawyer and others at different
                  times tell my master so. They both then said that those people who told me so were not my friends; but I replied—'It was very
                     extraordinary that other people did not know the law as well as they.'
                  Upon this Captain Doran said I talked too much English; and if I did not behave
                  myself well, and be quiet, he had a method on board to make me. I was too well
                  convinced of his power over me to doubt what he said; <pb n="178" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p178.jpg"/> and my former sufferings in the
                  slaveship presenting themselves to my mind, the recollection of them made me
                  shudder. However, before I retired I told them that as I could not get any right
                  among men here I hoped I should hereafter in Heaven; and I immediately left the
                  cabin, filled with resentment and sorrow. The only coat I had with me my master
                  took away with him, and said, "If your
                     prize-money had been 10,000l. I had a right to it all, and would have taken
                     it.' I had about nine guineas, which, during my long sea-faring life, I
                  had scraped together from trifling perquisites and little ventures; and I hid it
                  that instant, lest my master should take that from me likewise, still hoping that
                  by some means or other I should make my escape to the shore; and indeed some of my
                  old snipmates told me not to <pb n="179" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p179.jpg"/>
                  despair, for they would get me back again; and that, as soon as they could get
                  their pay, they would immediately come to Portsmouth to me, where this ship was
                  going: but, alas! all my hopes were baffled, and the hour of my deliverance was as
                  yet far off. My master, having soon concluded his bargain with the captain, came
                  out of the cabin, and he and his people got into the boat and put off; I followed
                  them with aching eyes as long as I could, and when they were out of sight I threw
                  myself on the deck, with a heart ready to burst with sorrow and anguish.</p>
            </div>
            <div n="5" type="chapter">
               <pb n="180" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p180.jpg"/>
               <head>CHAP. V.</head>
               
                  <p>
                     <hi rend="italic">The author's reflections on his situation—Is deceived by a
                        promise of being delivered—His despair at sailing for the West
                        Indies—Arrives at Montserrat, where he is sold to Mr. King—Various in
                        teresting instances of oppression, cruelty, and extortion, which the author
                        saw practised upon the slaves in the West Indies during his captivity from
                        the year</hi> 1763 <hi rend="italic">to</hi> 1766<hi rend="italic">—Address
                        on it to the planters.</hi>
                  </p>
               
               <p>THUS, at the moment I expected all my toils to end, was I plunged, as I supposed,
                  in a new slavery; in comparison of which all my service hitherto <pb n="181" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p181.jpg"/> had been perfect freedom; and whose
                  horrors, always present to my mind, now rushed on it with tenfold aggravation. I
                  wept very bitterly for some time: and began to think that I must have done
                  something to displease the Lord, that he thus punished me so severely. This filled
                  me with painful reflections on my past conduct; I recollected that on the morning
                  of our arrival at Deptford I had rashly sworn that as soon as we reached London I
                  would spend the day in rambling and sport. My conscience smote me for this
                  unguarded expression: I felt that the Lord was able to disappoint me in all
                  things, and immediately considered my present situation as a judgment of Heaven on
                  account of my presumption in swearing: I therefore, with contrition of heart,
                  acknowledged my transgression to God, and poured out <pb n="182" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p182.jpg"/> my soul before him with unfeigned
                  repentance, and with earnest supplications I besought him not to abandon me in my
                  distress, nor cast me from his mercy for ever. In a little time my grief, spent
                  with its own violence, began to subside; and after the first confusion of my
                  thoughts was over I reflected with more calmness on my present condition: I
                  considered that trials and disappointments are sometimes for our good, and I
                  thought God might perhaps have permitted this in order to teach me wisdom and
                  resignation; for he had hitherto shadowed me with the wings of his mercy, and by
                  his invisible but powerful hand brought me the way I knew not. These reflections
                  gave me a little comfort, and I rose at last from the deck with dejection and
                  sorrow in my countenance, yet mixed with some faint hope that <pb n="183" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p183.jpg"/> the <hi rend="italic">Lord would
                     appear</hi> for my deliverance.</p>
               <p>soon afterwards, as my new master was going on shore, he called me to him, and
                  told me to behave myself well, and do the business of the ship the same as any of
                  the rest of the boys, and that I should fare the better for it; but I made him no
                  answer. I was then asked If I could swim, and I said, No, however I was made to
                  go under the deck, and was well watched. The next tide the ship got under way, and
                  soon after arrived at the Mother Bank, Portsmouth; where she waited a few days for
                  some of the West India convoy. While I was here I tried every means I could devise
                  amongst the people of the ship to get me a boat from the shore, as there was none
                  suffered to come alongside of the ship; and their own, whenever it was used, <pb n="184" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p184.jpg"/> was hoisted in again
                  immediately. A sailor on board took a guinea from me on pretence of getting me a
                  boat; and promised me, time after time, that it was hourly to come off. When he
                  had the watch upon deck I watched also; and looked long enough, but all in vain; I
                  could never see either the boat or my guinea again. And what I thought was still
                  the worst of all, the fellow gave information, as I afterwards found, all the
                  while to the mates, of my intention to go off, if I could in any way do it; but,
                  rogue like, he never told them he had got a guinea from me to procure my escape.
                  However, after we had sailed, and his trick was made known to the ship's crew, I
                  had some satisfaction in seeing him detested and despised by them all for his
                  behaviour to me. I was still in hopes that my old shipmates would <pb n="185" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p185.jpg"/> not forget their promise to come for
                  me to Portsmouth: and, indeed, at last, but not till the day before we sailed,
                  some of them did come there, and sent me off some oranges, and other tokens of
                  their regard. They also sent me word they would come off to me themselves the next
                  day or the day after; and a lady also, who lived in Gosport, wrote to me that she
                  would come and take me out of the ship at the same time. This lady had been once
                  very intimate with my former master: I used to sell and take care of a great deal
                  of property for her, in different ships; and in return she always shewed great
                  friendship for me, and used to tell my master that she would take me away to live
                  with her: but, unfortunately for me, a disagreement soon afterwards took place
                  between them; and she was succeeded in my master's <pb n="186" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p186.jpg"/> good graces by another lady, who appeared sole mistress of the Aetna, and mostly lodged on board. I was not so great
                  a favourite with this lady as with the former; she had conceived a pique against
                  me on some occasion when she was on board, and she did not fail to instigate my
                  master to treat me in the manner he <ref target="did_" corresp="did">did*</ref>.<note xml:id="did" corresp="did_">*Thus was I
                     sacrificed to the envy and resentment of this woman for knowing that the
                     lady whom she had succeeded in my master's good graces designed to take me
                     into her service; which, had I once got on shore, she would not have been
                     able to prevent. She felt her pride alarmed at the superiority of her rival
                     in being attended by a black servant: it was not less to prevent this than
                     to be revenged on me, that she caused the captain to treat me thus
                     cruelly. [Equiano's note.]</note>
                            </p>
               <p>However, the next morning, the 30th of December, the wind being brisk and
                  easterly, the Aeolus frigate, which was to escort the convoy, made a signal for
                  failing. All the ships
                  <pb n="187" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p187.jpg"/> then got up their anchors;
                  and, before any of my friends had an opportunity to come off to my relief, to my
                  inexpressible anguish our ship had got under way. What tumultuous emotions
                  agitated my soul when the convoy got under sail, and I a prisoner on board, now
                  without hope! I kept my swimming eyes upon the land in a state of unutterable
                  grief; not knowing what to do, and despairing how to help myself. While my mind
                  was in this situation the fleet sailed on, and in one day's time I lost sight of
                  the wished-for land. In the first expressions of my grief I reproached my fate,
                  and wished I had never been born. I was ready to curse the tide that bore us, the
                  gale that wasted my prison, and even the ship that conducted us; and I called on
                  death to relieve me from the horrors I felt and dreaded, <pb n="188" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p188.jpg"/> that I might be in that place
                  <lb/>
                                <quote>
                     <lg>
                        <l>"Where slaves are free, and men oppress no more,</l>
                        <l>"Fool that I was, inur'd so long to pain,</l>
                        <l>"To trust to hope, or dream of joy again.</l>
                        <l>"* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *</l>
                        <l>"Now dragged once more beyond the western main,</l>
                        <l>"To groan beneath some dastard planter's chain;</l>
                        <l>"Where my poor countrymen in bondage wait</l>
                        <l>"The long enfranchisement of a ling'ring fate;</l>
                        <l>"Hard ling'ring fate! while, ere the dawn of day,</l>
                        <l>"Rous'd by the lash they go their cheerless way;</l>
                        <l>"And as their soul with shame and anguish burn,</l>
                        <l>"Salute with groans unwelcome morn's return,</l>
                        <l>"And, chiding ev'ry hour the slow-pac'd sun,</l>
                        <l>"Pursue their toils till all his race is run.</l>
                        <l>"No eye to mark their sufferings with a tear;</l>
                        <l>"No friend to comfort, and no hope to cheer:</l>
                        <l>"Then, like the dull unpity'd brutes, repair</l>
                        <l>"To stalls as wretched, and as coarse a fare,</l>
                        <l>"Thank heaven one day of mis'ry was o'er,</l>
                        <l>"Then sink to sleep, and wish to wake no <ref target="more_" corresp="more">more‡</ref>.<note xml:id="more" target="more_">‡ "The Dying Negro," a poem originally
                           published in 1773. Perhaps it may not be deemed impertinent here to add, that
                           this elegant and pathetic little poem was occasioned, as appears by the
                           advertisement prefixed to it, by the following incident. "A black, who, a few days before had ran away from his master,                            and got himself christened, with intent to marry a white woman his fellow-servant,
                           being taken and sent on board a ship in the Thames, took an opportunity of
                           shooting himself through the head." [Equiano's note] Equiano is quoting (imperfectly) from <ref target="https://www.google.com/books/edition/The_Dying_Negro_a_Poem/toQuAAAAMAAJ?hl=en">
                                                    <hi rend="italic">"The Dying Negro, A Poem"</hi>
                                                </ref>, by Thomas Day and John Bicknell; as he notes, the poem was first published in 1773, and widely reprinted afterwards.</note>
                                        </l>
                     </lg>
                                </quote>
                  <pb n="189" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p189.jpg"/> The turbulence of my
                  emotions however naturally gave way to calmer thoughts, and I soon perceived what
                  fate had decreed no mortal on earth could prevent. The convoy sailed on without
                  any accident, with a pleasant gale and smooth sea, for six weeks, till February,
                  when one morning the Aeolus ran down a brig, one of the convoy, and she instantly
                  went down and was ingulfed in the dark recesses of the ocean. The convoy was
                  immediately thrown into great confusion till it was day-light; and the Aeolus was
                  illumined with lights to prevent any farther mischief. On the 13th of February
                  1763, from the masthead, we descried our destined island Montserrat: and soon
                  after I beheld those <quote>
                     <lg>
                        <l>"Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace</l>
                        <l>"And rest can rarely dwell. Hope never comes</l>
                        <l>"That comes to all, but torture without end</l>
                        <l>"still urges."</l>
                     </lg>
                  </quote>
                  <pb n="190" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p190.jpg"/> At the sight of this land of
                  bondage, a fresh horror ran through all my frame, and chilled me to the heart. My
                  former slavery now rose in dreadful review to my mind, and displayed nothing but
                  misery, stripes, and chains; and, in the first paroxysm of my grief, I called upon
                  God's thunder, and his avenging power, to direct the stroke of death to me, rather
                  than permit me to become a slave, and be sold from lord to lord.</p>
               <p>In this state of my mind our ship came to an anchor, and soon after discharged
                  her cargo. I now knew what it was to work hard; I was made to help to unload and
                  load the ship. And, to comfort me in my distress in that time, two of the sailors
                  robbed me of all my money, and ran away from the ship. I had been so long used to
                  an European climate, that at <pb n="191" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p191.jpg"/>
                  first I felt the scorching West India sun very painful, while the dashing surf
                  would toss the boat and the people in it frequently above high water mark.
                  sometimes our limbs were broken with this, or even attended with instant death,
                  and I was day by day mangled and torn.</p>
               <p>About the middle of May, when the ship was got ready to sail for England, I all
                  the time believing that Fate's blackest clouds were gathering over my head, and
                  expecting their bursting would mix me with the dead, Captain Doran sent for me
                  ashore one morning, and I was told by the messenger that my fate was then
                  determined. With trembling steps and fluttering heart I came to the captain, and
                  found with him one Mr. Robert King, a quaker, and the first merchant in the place.
                  The captain then told <pb n="192" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p192.jpg"/> me my
                  former master had sent me there to be sold; but that he had desired him to get me
                  the best master he could, as he told him I was a very deserving boy, which Captain
                  Doran said he found to be true; and if he were to stay in the West Indies he would
                  be glad to keep me himself; but he could not venture to take me to London, for he
                  was very sure that when I came there I would leave him. I at that instant burst
                  out a crying, and begged much of him to take me to England with him, but all to no
                  purpose. He told me he had got me the very best master in the whole island, with
                  whom I should be as happy as if I were in England, and for that reason he chose to
                  let him have me, though he could sell me to his own brother-in-law for a great
                  deal more money than what he got from this gentleman. <pb n="193" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p193.jpg"/> Mr. King, my new master, then made a
                  reply, and said the reason he had bought me was on account of my good character;
                  and, as he had not the least doubt of my good behaviour, I should be very well off
                  with him. He also told me he did not live in the West Indies, but at Philadelphia,
                  where he was going soon; and, as I understood something of the rules of
                  arithmetic, when we got there he would put me to school, and fit me for a clerk.
                  This conversation relieved my mind a little, and I left those gentlemen
                  considerably more at ease in myself than when I came to them; and I was very
                  thankful to Captain Doran, and even to my old master, for the character they had
                  given me; a character which I afterwards found of infinite service to me. I went
                  on board again, and took leave of all my shipmates; and the next day <pb n="194" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p194.jpg"/> the ship sailed. When she weighed
                  anchor I went to the waterside and looked at her with a very wishful and aching
                  heart, and followed her with my eyes until she was totally out of sight. I was so
                  bowed down with grief that I could not hold up my head for many months; and if my
                  new master had not been kind to me I believe I should have died under it at last.
                  And indeed I soon found that he fully deserved the good character which Captain
                  Doran had given me of him; for he possessed a most amiable disposition and temper,
                  and was very charitable and humane. If any of his slaves behaved amiss he did not
                  beat or use them ill, but parted with them. This made them afraid of disobliging
                  him; and as he treated his slaves better than any other man on the island, so he
                  was better and more faithfully served <pb n="195" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p195.jpg"/> by them in return. By this kind
                  treatment I did at last endeavour to compose myself; and with fortitude, though
                  moneyless, determined to face whatever fate had decreed for me. Mr. King soon
                  asked me what I could do; and at the same time said he did not mean to treat me as
                  a common slave. I told him I knew something of seamanship, and could shave and
                  dress hair pretty well; and I could refine wines, which I had learned on
                  shipboard, where I had often done it; and that I could write, and understood
                  arithmetic tolerably well as far as the Rule of Three. He then asked me if I knew
                  any thing of gauging; and, on my answering that I did not, he said one of his
                  clerks should teach me to guage.</p>
               <p>Mr. King dealt in all manner of merchandize, and kept from one to <pb n="196" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p196.jpg"/> six clerks. He loaded many vessels in
                  a year; particularly to Philadelphia, where he was born, and was connected with a
                  great mercantile house in that city. He had besides many vessels and droggers, of
                  different sizes, which used to go about the island; and others to collect rum,
                  sugar, and other goods. I understood pulling and managing those boats very well;
                  and this hard work, which was the first that he set me to, in the sugar seasons
                  used to be my constant employment. I have rowed the boat, and slaved at the oars,
                  from one hour to sixteen in the twenty-four; during which I had fifteen pence
                  sterling per day to live on, though sometimes only ten pence. However this was
                  considerably more than was allowed to other slaves that used to work often with
                  me, and belonged to other gentlemen on the <pb n="197" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p197.jpg"/> island: those poor souls had never
                  more than nine-pence per day, and seldom more than six-pence, from their masters
                  or owners, though they earned them three or four <ref target="pisterines_" corresp="pisterines">pisterines</ref>
                                <note xml:id="pisterines" target="pisterines_">These pisterines are of the value of a shilling. [Equiano's note.]</note>: for it
                  is a common practice in the West Indies for men to purchase slaves though they
                  have not plantations themselves, in order to let them out to planters and
                  merchants at so much a piece by the day, and they give what allowance they chuse
                  out of this produce of their daily work to their slaves for subsistence; this
                  allowance is often very scanty. My master often gave the owners of these slaves
                  two and a half of these pieces per day, and found the poor fellows in victuals
                  himself, because he thought their owners did not feed them well enough according
                  to the <pb n="198" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p198.jpg"/> work they did. The
                  slaves used to like this very well; and, as they knew my master to be a man of
                  feeling, they were always glad to work for him in preference to any other
                  gentleman; some of whom after they had been paid for these poor people's labours,
                  would not give them their allowance out of it. Many times have I even seen these
                  unfortunate wretches beaten for asking for their pay; and often severely flogged
                  by their owners if they did not bring them their daily or weekly money exactly to
                  the time; though the poor creatures were obliged to wait on the gentlemen they had
                  worked for sometimes for more than half the day before they could get their pay;
                  and this generally on Sundays, when they wanted the time for themselves. In
                  particular, I knew a countryman of mine who once did not <pb n="199" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p199.jpg"/> bring the weekly money directly that
                  it was earned; and though he brought it the same day to his master, yet he was
                  staked to the ground for his pretended negligence, and was just going to receive a
                  hundred lashes, but for a gentleman who begged him off fifty. This poor man was
                  very industrious; and, by his frugality, had saved so much money by working on
                  shipboard, that he had got a white man to buy him a boat, unknown to his master.
                  Some time after he had this little estate, the governor wanted a boat to bring his
                  sugar from different parts of the island; and, knowing this to be a negro-man's
                  boat, he seized upon it for himself, and would not pay the owner a farthing. The
                  man on this went to his master, and complained to him of this act of the governor;
                  but the only satisfaction he received <pb n="200" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p200.jpg"/> was to be damned very heartily by his
                  master, who asked him how dared any of his negroes to have a boat. If the
                  justly-merited ruin of the governor's fortune could be any gratification to the
                  poor man he had thus robbed, he was not without consolation. Extortion and rapine
                  are poor providers; and some time after this the governor died in the King's Bench
                  in England, as I was told, in great poverty. The last war favoured this poor
                  negro-man, and he found some means to escape from his Christian master: he came to
                  England; where I saw him afterwards several times. Such treatment as this often
                  drives these miserable wretches to despair, and they run away from their masters
                  at the hazard of their lives. Many of them, in this place, unable to get their pay
                  when they have earned it, and fearing <pb n="201" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p201.jpg"/> to be flogged, as usual, if they
                  return home without it, run away where they can for shelter, and a reward is often
                  offered to bring them in dead or alive. My master used sometimes, in these cases,
                  to agree with their owners, and to settle with them himself; and thereby he saved
                  many of them a flogging.</p>
               <p>Once, for a few days, I was let out to fit a vessel, and I had no victuals allowed
                  me by either party; at last I told my master of this treatment, and he took me
                  away from it. In many of the estates, on the different islands where I used to be
                  sent for rum or sugar, they would not deliver it to me, or any other negro; he was
                  therefore obliged to send a white man along with me to those places; and then he
                  used to pay him from six to ten pisterines a day. From being thus employed, <pb n="202" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p202.jpg"/> during the time I served Mr.
                  King, in going about the different estates on the island, I had all the
                  opportunity I could wish for to see the dreadful usage of the poor men; usage that
                  reconciled me to my situation, and made me bless God for the hands into which I
                  had fallen.</p>
               <p>I had the good fortune to please my master in every department in which he
                  employed me; and there was scarcely any part of his business, or houshold affairs,
                  in which I was not occasionally engaged. I often supplied the place of a clerk, in
                  receiving and delivering cargoes to the ships, in tending stores, and delivering
                  goods: and, besides this, I used to shave and dress my master when convenient, and
                  take care of his horse; and when it was necessary, which was very often, I worked
                  likewise on board of different <pb n="203" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p203.jpg"/> vessels of his. By these means I became very useful to my master; and saved
                  him, as he used to acknowledge, above a hundred pounds a year. Nor did he scruple
                  to say I was of more advantage to him than any of his clerks; though their usual
                  wages in the West Indies are from sixty to a hundred pounds current a year.</p>
               <p>I have sometimes heard it asserted that a negro cannot earn his master the first
                  cost; but nothing can be further from the truth. I suppose nine tenths of the
                  mechanics throughout the West Indies are negro slaves; and I well know the coopers
                  among them earn two dollars a day; the carpenters the same, and oftentimes more;
                  as also the masons, smiths, and fishermen, &amp;c. and I have known many slaves
                  whose masters would not take a thousand pounds current for them. <pb n="204" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p204.jpg"/> But surely this assertion refutes
                  itself; for, if it be true, why do the planters and merchants pay such a price for
                  slaves? And, above all, why do those who make this assertion exclaim the most
                  loudly against the abolition of the slave trade? So much are men blinded, and to
                  such inconsistent arguments are they driven by mistaken interest! I grant, indeed,
                  that slaves are some times, by half-feeding, half-clothing, over-working and
                  stripes, reduced so low, that they are turned out as unfit for service, and left
                  to perish in the woods, or expire on a dunghill.</p>
               <p>My master was several times offered by different gentlemen one hundred guineas for
                  me; but he always told them he would not sell me, to my great joy: and I used to
                  double my diligence and care for fear of getting into the hands of those men who
                  did not <pb n="205" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p205.jpg"/> allow a valuable
                  slave the common support of life. Many of them even used to find fault with my
                  master for feeding his slaves so well as he did; although I often went hungry, and
                  an Englishman might think my fare very indifferent; but he used to tell them he
                  always would do it, because the slaves thereby looked better and did more
                  work.</p>
               <p>While I was thus employed by my master I was often a witness to cruelties of every
                  kind, which were exercised on my unhappy fellow slaves. I used frequently to have
                  different cargoes of new negroes in my care for sale; and it was almost a constant
                  practice with our clerks, and other whites, to commit violent depredations on the
                  chastity of the female slaves; and these I was, though with reluctance, obliged to
                  submit to at all times, being unable to <pb n="206" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p206.jpg"/> help them. When we have had some of
                  these slaves on board my master's vessels to carry them to other islands, or to
                  America, I have known our mates to commit these acts most shamefully, to the
                  disgrace, not of Christians only, but of men. I have even known them gratify their
                  brutal passion with females not ten years old; and these abominations some of them
                  practised to such scandalous excess, that one of our captains discharged the mate
                  and others on that account. And yet in Montserrat I have seen a negro man staked
                  to the ground, and cut most shockingly, and then his ears cut off bit by bit,
                  because he had been connected with a white woman who was a common prostitute: as
                  if it were no crime in the whites to rob an innocent African girl of her virtue;
                  but most heinous in a black man only to gratify a <pb n="207" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p207.jpg"/> passion of nature, where the
                  temptation was offered by one of a different colour, though the most abandoned
                  woman of her species.</p>
               <p>One Mr. D— told me that he had sold 41000 negroes, and that he once cut off a
                  negro-man's leg for running away—I asked him if the man had died in the operation,
                  how he as a christian could answer for the horrid act before God? and he told me,
                  answering was a thing of another world; what he thought and did were policy. I
                  told him that the christian doctrine taught us to do unto others as we would that
                  others should do unto us. He then said that his scheme had the desired effect—it
                  cured that man and some others of running away.</p>
               <p>Another negro-man was half hanged, and then burnt, for attempting to poison <pb n="208" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p208.jpg"/> a cruel overseer. Thus by
                  repeated cruelties are the wretched first urged to despair, and then murdered,
                  because they still retain so much of human nature about them as to wish to put an
                  end to their misery, and retaliate on their tyrants! These overseers are indeed
                  for the most part persons of the worst character of any denomination of men in the
                  West Indies. Unfortunately, many humane gentlemen, by not residing on their
                  estates, are obliged to leave the management of them in the hands of these human
                  butchers, who cut and mangle the slaves in a shocking manner on the most trifling
                  occasions, and altogether treat them in every respect like brutes. They pay no
                  regard to the situation of pregnant women, nor the least attention to the lodging
                  of the field negroes. Their huts, which ought to be well covered, and the place
                  dry where they <pb n="209" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p209.jpg"/> take their
                  little repose, are often open sheds, built in damp places; so that, when the poor
                  creatures return tired from the toils of the field, they contract many disorders,
                  from being exposed to the damp air in this uncomfortable state, while they are
                  heated, and their pores are open. This neglect certainly conspires with many
                  others to cause a decrease in the births as well as in the lives of the grown
                  negroes. I can quote many instances of gentlemen who reside on their estates in
                  the west Indies, and then the scene is quite changed; the negroes are treated with
                  lenity and proper care, by which their lives are prolonged, and their masters
                  profited. To the honour of humanity, I knew several gentlemen who managed their
                  estates in this manner; and they found that benevolence was their true interest.
                     <pb n="210" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p210.jpg"/> And, among many I could
                  mention in several of the islands, I knew <ref target="one_" corresp="one">one in Montserrat*</ref> whose slaves looked
                  remarkably well, and never needed any fresh supplies of negroes; and there are
                  many other estates, especially in Barbadoes, which, from such judicious treatment,
                  need no fresh stock of negroes at any time. I have the honour of knowing a most
                  worthy and humane <ref target="gentleman_" corresp="gentleman">gentleman</ref>, who is a native of Barbadoes, and has estates there. This gentleman has written a treatise on the usage of his own slaves. He allows
                  them two hours for refreshment at mid-day; and many other indulgencies and
                  comforts, particularly in their lying; and, besides this, he raises more
                  provisions on his estate than they can destroy; so that by these attentions <note xml:id="one" target="one_">* Mr. Durbury, and many others, Montserrat. [Equiano's note]</note>
                  <note xml:id="gentleman" target="gentleman_">Sir Philip Gibbes, Baronet, Barbadoes. [Equiano's note.}</note>
                  <pb n="211" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p211.jpg"/> he saves the lives of his
                  negroes, and keeps them healthy, and as happy as the condition of slavery can
                  admit. I myself, as shall appear in the sequel, managed an estate, where, by those
                  attentions, the negroes were uncommonly cheerful and healthy, and did more work by
                  half than by the common mode of treatment they usually do. For want, therefore, of
                  such care and attention to the poor negroes, and otherwise oppressed as they are,
                  it is no wonder that the decrease should require 20,000 new negroes annually to
                  fill up the vacant places of the dead.</p>
               <p>Even in Barbadoes, notwithstanding those humane exceptions which I have mentioned,
                  and others I am acquainted with, which justly make it quoted as a place where
                  slaves meet with the best treatment, and need fewest recruits of any in the West
                  Indies, yet this <pb n="212" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p212.jpg"/> island
                  requires 1000 negroes annually to keep up the original stock, which is only
                  80,000. so that the whole term of a negro's life may be said to be there but
                  sixteen <ref target="years_" corresp="years">years*</ref>? And yet the climate here is in every respect the same as that from
                  which they are taken, except in being more wholesome. Do the British colonies
                  decrease in this manner? And yet what a prodigious difference is there between an
                  English and West India climate?</p>
               <p>While I was in Montserrat I knew a negro man, named Emanuel Sankey, who
                  endeavoured to escape from his miserable bondage, by concealing himself on board
                  of a London ship: but fate did not favour the poor oppressed man; for, being
                  discovered when the vessel was under sail, he was delivered up again to his
                  master. This <hi rend="italic">Christian</hi>
                  <note xml:id="years" target="years_">* Benezet's Account of Guinea, p. 16. [Equiano's note]. Anthony Benezet's <ref target="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/11489/11489-h/11489-h.htm">
                                        <hi rend="italic">Some Historical Account of Guinea</hi>
                                    </ref>,first published in Philadelphia in 1771, was a widely-known and much reprinted text in this period.</note>
                  <pb n="213" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p213.jpg"/>
                  <hi rend="italic">master</hi> immediately pinned the wretch down to the ground at
                  each wrist and ancle, and then took some sticks of sealing wax, and lighted them,
                  and droped it all over his back. There was another master who was noted for
                  cruelty; and I believe he had not a slave but what had been cut, and had pieces
                  fairly taken out of the flesh: and after they had been punished thus, he used to
                  make them get into a long wooden box or case he had for that purpose, in which he
                  shut them up during pleasure. It was just about the height and breadth of a man;
                  and the poor wretches had no room, when in the case to move.</p>
               <p>It was very common in several of the islands, particularly in St. Kitt's, for the
                  slaves to be branded with the initial letters of their master's name; and a load
                  of heavy iron hooks hung about their necks. Indeed on the most <pb n="214" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p214.jpg"/> trifling occasions they were loaded
                  with chains; and often instruments of torture were added. The iron muzzle,
                  thumb-screws, &amp;c. are so well known, as not to need a description, and were
                  sometimes applied for the slightest faults. I have seen a negro beaten till some
                  of his bones were broken, for only letting a pot boil over. Is it surprising that
                  usage like this should drive the poor creatures to despair, and make them seek a
                  refuge in death from those evils which render their lives intolerable—while,<quote>
                     <lg>
                        <l>"With shuddering horror pale, and eyes aghast,</l>
                        <l>"They view their lamentable lot, and find</l>
                        <l>"No rest!"</l>
                     </lg>
                  </quote>
               </p>
               <p>This they frequently do. A negro-man on board a vessel of my master, while I
                  belonged to her, having been put in irons for some trifling misdemeanor, and kept
                  in that state <pb n="215" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p215.jpg"/> for some days,
                  being weary of life, took an opportunity of jumping overboard into the sea;
                  however, he was picked up without being drowned. Another, whose life was also a
                  burden to him, resolved to starve himself to death, and refused to eat any
                  victuals: this procured him a severe flogging: and he also, on the first occasion
                  which offered, jumped overboard at Charles Town, but was saved.</p>
               <p>Nor is there any greater regard shewn to the little property than there is to the
                  persons and lives of the negroes. I have already related an instance or two of
                  particular oppression out of many which I have witnessed; but the following is
                  frequent in all the islands. The wretched field-slaves, after toiling all the day
                  for an unfeeling owner, who gives them but little victuals, steal sometimes a few
                  moments from <pb n="216" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p216.jpg"/> rest or
                  refreshment to gather some small portion of grass, according as their time will
                  admit. This they commonly tie up in a parcel; either a bit's worth (six-pence) or
                  half a bit's worth; and bring it to town, or to the market, to sell. Nothing is
                  more common than for the white people on this occasion to take the grass from them
                  without paying for it; and not only so, but too often also, to my knowledge, our
                  clerks, and many others, at the same time have committed acts of violence on the
                  poor, wretched, and helpless females; whom I have seen for hours stand crying to
                  no purpose, and get no redress or pay of any kind. Is not this one common and
                  crying sin enough to bring down God's judgment on the islands? He tells us the
                  oppressor and the oppressed are both in his hands; and if these are not the <pb n="217" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p217.jpg"/> poor, the broken-hearted, the
                  blind, the captive, the bruised, which our saviour speaks of, who are they? One of
                  these depredators once, in st. Eustatia, came on board of our vessel, and bought
                  some fowls and pigs of me; and a whole day after his departure with the things, he
                  returned again and wanted his money back: I refused to give it; and, not seeing my
                  captain on board, he began the common pranks with me; and swore he would even
                  break open my chest and take my money. I therefore expected, as my captain was
                  absent, that he would be as good as his word: and he was just proceeding to strike
                  me, when fortunately a British seaman on board, whose heart had not been debauched
                  by a West India climate, interposed and prevented him. But had the cruel man
                  struck me I certainly should have defended <pb n="218" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p218.jpg"/> myself at the hazard of my life; for
                  what is life to a man thus oppressed? He went away, however, swearing; and
                  threatened that whenever he caught me on shore he would shoot me, and pay for me
                  afterwards.</p>
               <p>The small account in which the life of a negro is held in the West Indies, is so
                  universally known, that it might seem impertinent to quote the following extract,
                  if some people had not been hardy enough of late to assert that negroes are on the
                  same footing in that respect as Europeans. By the 329th Act, page 125, of the
                  Assembly of Barbadoes, it is enacted 'That if
                     any negro, or other slave, under punishment by his master, or his order, for
                     running away, or any other crime or misdemeanor towards his said master,
                     unfortunately shall suffer in life or member, no person whatsoever <pb n="219" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p219.jpg"/> shall be liable to a fine; but if
                     any man shall out of <hi rend="italic">wantonness, or only of
                        bloody-mindedness, or cruel iniention, wilfully kill a negro, or other
                        slave, of his own, he shall pay into the public treasury fifteen pounds
                        sterling.</hi>' And it is the same in most, if not all, of the West
                  India islands. Is not this one of the many acts of the islands which call loudly
                  for redress? And do not the Assembly which enacted it deserve the appellation of
                  savages and brutes rather than of christians and men? It is an act at once
                  unmerciful, unjust, and unwise; which for cruelty would disgrace an assembly of
                  those who are called barbarians; and for its injustice and <hi rend="italic">insanity</hi> would shock the morality and common sense of a Samaide or
                  Hottentot.</p>
               <p>Shocking as this and many more acts of the bloody West India code at first <pb n="220" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p220.jpg"/> view appear, how is the
                  iniquity of it heightened when we consider to whom it may be extended! Mr. James
                  Tobin, a zealous labourer in the vineyard of slavery gives an account of a French
                  planter of his acquaintance, in the island of Martinico, who shewed him many
                  mulattoes working in the fields like beasts of burden; and he told Mr. Tobin these
                  were all the produce of his own loins! And I myself have known similar instances.
                  Pray, reader, are these sons and daughters of the French planter less his children
                  by being begotten on black women? And what must be the virtue of those
                  legislators, and the feelings of those fathers, who estimate the lives of their
                  sons, however begotten, at no more than fifteen pounds; though they should be
                  murdered, as the act says, <hi rend="italic">out of wantonness and
                     bloody-mindedness!</hi> But is <pb n="221" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p221.jpg"/> not the slave trade entirely a war
                  with the heart of man? And surely that which is begun by breaking down the
                  barriers of virtue involves in its continuance destruction to every principle, and
                  buries all sentiments in ruin!</p>
               <p>I have often seen slaves, particularly those who were meagre, in different
                  islands, put into scales and weighed; and then sold from three pence to six pence
                  or nine pence a pound. My master, however, whose humanity was shocked at this
                  mode, used to sell such by the lump. And at or after a sale it was not uncommon to
                  see negroes taken from their wives, wives taken from their husbands, and children
                  from their parents, and sent off to other islands, and wherever else their
                  merciless lords choose; and probably never more during life see each other!
                  Oftentimes my heart has bled at these <pb n="222" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p222.jpg"/> partings; when the friends of the
                  departed have been at the water side, and, with sighs and tears, have kept their
                  eyes fixed on the vessel, till it went out of sight.</p>
               <p>A poor Creole negro I knew well, who, after having been often thus transported
                  from island to island, at last resided in Montserrat. This man used to tell me
                  many melancholy tales of himself. Generally, after he had done working for his
                  master, he used to employ his few leisure moments to go a fishing. When he had
                  caught any fish, his master would frequently take them from him without paying
                  him; and at other times some other white people would serve him in the same
                  manner. One day he said to me, very movingly, 'sometimes when a white man take away my fish I go to my maser, and he get me
                     my right; <pb n="223" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p223.jpg"/> and when my
                     maser by strength take away my fishes, what me must do? I can't go to any body
                     to be righted; then,' said the poor man, looking up above, 'I must look up to God Mighty in the top for
                     right.' This artless tale moved me much, and I could not help feeling
                  the just cause Moses had in redressing his brother against the Egyptian. I
                  exhorted the man to look up still to the God on the top, since there was no
                  redress below. Though I little thought then that I myself should more than once
                  experience such imposition, and need the same exhortation hereafter, in my own
                  transactions in the islands; and that even this poor man and I should some time
                  after suffer together in the same manner, as shall be related hereafter.</p>
               <p>Nor was such usage as this confined to particular places or individuals; for, <pb n="224" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p224.jpg"/> in all the different islands
                  in which I have been (and I have visited no less than fifteen) the treatment of
                  the slave, was nearly the same; so nearly indeed, that the history of an island,
                  or even a plantation, with a few such exceptions as I have mentioned, might serve
                  for a history of the whole. Such a tendency has the slave-trade to debauch men's
                  minds, and harden them to every feeling of humanity! For I will not suppose that
                  the dealers in slaves are born worse than other men—No; it is the fatality of this
                  mistaken avarice, that it corrupts the milk of human kindness and turns it into
                  gall. And, had the pursuits of those men been different, they might have been as
                  generous, as tender-hearted and just, as they are unfeeling, rapacious and cruel.
                  Surely this traffic cannot be good, which spreads like a pestilence, and taints
                  what it touches! which <pb n="225" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p225.jpg"/>
                  violates that first natural right of mankind, equality and independency, and gives
                  one man a dominion over his fellows which God could never intend! For it raises
                  the owner to a state as far above man as it depresses the slave below it; and,
                  with all the presumption of human pride, sets a distinction between them,
                  immeasurable in extent, and endless in duration! Yet how mistaken is the avarice
                  even of the planters. Are slaves more useful by being thus humbled to the
                  condition of brutes, than they would be if suffered to enjoy the privileges of
                  men? The freedom which diffuses health and prosperity through out Britain answers
                  you—No. When you make men slaves you deprive them of half their virtue, you set
                  them in your own conduct an example of fraud, rapine, and cruelty, and compel them
                  to live with you in a state of war; and <pb n="226" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p226.jpg"/> yet you complain that they are not
                  honest or faithful! You stupify them with stripes, and think it necessary to keep
                  them in a state of ignorance; and yet you assert that they are incapable of
                  learning; that their minds are such a barren soil or moor, that culture would be
                  lost on them; and that they come from a climate, where nature, though prodigal of
                  her bounties in a degree unknown to yourselves, has left man alone scant and
                  unfinished; and incapable of enjoying the treasures she has poured out for him!—An
                  as sertion at once impious and absurd. Why do you use those instruments of
                  torture? Are they fit to be applied by one rational being to another? And are ye
                  not struck with shame and mortification, to see the partakers of your nature
                  reduced so low? But, above all, are there no dangers attending this <pb n="227" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p227.jpg"/> mode of treatment? Are you not hourly
                  in dread of an insurrection? Nor would it be surprising: for when <quote>
                     <lg>
                        <l>"—No peace is given</l>
                        <l>"To us enslav'd, but custody severe;</l>
                        <l>"And stripes and arbitrary punishment</l>
                        <l>"Inflicted—What peace can we return?</l>
                        <l>"But to our power, hostility and hate;</l>
                        <l>"Untam'd reluctance, and revenge, though slow.</l>
                        <l>"Yet ever plotting how the conqueror least</l>
                        <l>"May reap his conquest, and may least rejoice</l>
                        <l>"In doing what we most in suffering feel."</l>
                     </lg>
                                </quote> But by changing your conduct, and treating your slaves as men,
                  every cause of fear would be banished. They would be faithful, honest, intelligent
                  and vigorous; and peace, prosperity, and happiness, would attend you.</p>
            </div>
            <div n="6" type="chapter">
               <pb n="228" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p228.jpg"/>
               <head>CHAP. VI.</head>
               
                  <p>
                     <hi rend="italic">some account of Brimstone-Hill in Montserrat—Favourable change in the author's situation—He commences merchant
                        with three pence—His various success in dealing in the different islands,
                        and America, and the impositions he meets with in his transactions with
                        Europeans—A curious imposition on human nature—Dan er of the surfs in the
                        West Indies—Remarkable instance of kidnapping a free mulatto—Ths author is
                        nearly murdered by Doctor Perkins in savannah.</hi>
                  </p>
               
               <p>IN the preceding chapter I have set before the reader a few of those many
                  instances of oppression, extortion, and cruelty, which I have been a witness <pb n="229" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p229.jpg"/> to in the West Indies: but,
                  were I to enumerate them all, the catalogue would be tedious and disgusting. The
                  punishments of the slaves on every trifling occasion are so frequent, and so well
                  known together with the different instruments with which they are tortured, that
                  it cannot any longer afford novelty to recite them; and they are too shocking to
                  yield delight either to the writer or the reader. I shall therefore here after
                  only mention such as incidentally befell myself in the course of my
                  adventures.</p>
               <p>In the variety of departments in which I was employed by my master, I had an
                  opportunity of seeing many curious scenes in different islands; but, above all, I
                  was struck with a celebrated curiosity called Brimstone-Hill, which is a high and
                  steep mountain, some few miles from the town of Plymouth in Montserrat. I had
                  often heard of some <pb n="230" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p230.jpg"/> wonders
                  that were to be seen on this hill, and I went once with some white and black
                  people to visit it. When we arrived at the top, I saw under different cliffs great
                  flakes of brimstone, occasioned by the steams of various little ponds, which were
                  then boiling naturally in the earth. Some of these ponds were as white as milk,
                  some quite blue, and many others of different colours. I had taken some potatoes
                  with me, and I put them into different ponds, and in a few minutes they were well
                  boiled. I tasted some of them, but they were very sulphurous; and the silver shoe
                  buckles, and all the other things of that metal we had among us, were, in a little
                  time turned as black as lead.</p>
               <p>Some time in the year 1763, kind Providence seemed to appear rather more
                  favourable to me. One of my master's vessels, a Bermudas sloop, about sixty tons
                  burthen was commanded by one <pb n="231" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p231.jpg"/>
                  Captain Thomas Farmer, an English man, a very alert and active man, who gained my
                  master a great deal of money by his good mangement in carrying passengers from
                  one island to another; but very often his sailors used to get drunk and run away
                  from the vessel, which hindered him in his business very much. This man had taken
                  a liking to me; and many different times begged of my master to let me go a trip
                  with him as a sailor; but he would tell him he could not spare me, though the
                  vessel sometimes could not go for want of hands, for sailors were generally very
                  scarce in the island. However, at last, from necessity or force, my master was
                  prevailed on, though very reluctantly, to let me go with this captain; but he gave
                  him great charge to take care that I did not run away, for if I did he would make
                  him pay for me. This being the case, the captain had for <pb n="232" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p232.jpg"/> some time a sharp eye upon me
                  whenever the vessel anchored; and as soon as she returned I was sent for on shore
                  again. Thus was I slaving as it were for life, sometimes at one thing, and
                  sometimes at another; so that the captain and I were nearly the most useful men
                  in my master's employment. I also became so useful to the captain on shipboard,
                  that many times, when he used to ask for me to go with him, though it should be
                  but for twenty four hours, to some of the islands near us, my master would answer
                  he could not spare me, at which the captain would swear, and would not go the trip;
                  and tell my master I was better to him on board than any three white men he had;
                  for they used to behave ill in many respects, particularly in getting drunk; and
                  then they frequently got the boat stove, so as to hinder the vessel from coming
                  back as soon as she <pb n="233" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p233.jpg"/> might
                  have done. This my master knew very well; and at last, by the captain's constant
                  entreaties, after I had been several times with him, one day to my great joy, told
                  me the captain would not let him rest, and asked whether I would go aboard as a
                  sailor, or stay on shore and mind the stores, for he could not bear any longer to
                  be plagued in this manner. I was very happy at this proposal, for I immediately
                  thought I might in time stand some chance by being on board to get a little money,
                  or possibly make my escape if I should be used ill: I also expected to get better
                  food, and in greater abundance; for I had oftentimes felt much hunger, though my
                  master treated his slaves, as I have observed, uncommonly well. I therefore, without hesitation, answered him, that I would go and be a sailor if he pleased.
                  Accordingly I was ordered on board <pb n="234" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p234.jpg"/> directly. Nevertheless, between the
                  vessel and the shore, when she was in port, I had little or no rest, as my master
                  always wished to have me along with him. Indeed he was a very pleasant gentleman,
                  and but for my expectations on shipboard I should not have thought of leaving
                  him. But the captain liked me also very much, and I was entirely his right-hand
                  man. I did all I could to deserve his favour, and in return I received better
                  treatment from him than any other I believe ever met with in the West Indies in my
                  situation.</p>
               <p>After I had been sailing for some time with this captain, at length I endeavoured
                  to try my luck and commence merchant. I had but a very small capital to begin
                  with; for one single half bit, which is equal to three-pence in England, made up
                  my whole stock. However I trusted to the Lord to be <pb n="235" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p235.jpg"/> with me; and at one of our trips to
                     <hi rend="italic">St. Eustatia,</hi> a Dutch island, I bought a glass tumbler
                  with my half bit, and when I came to Montserrat I sold it for a bit, or six-pence.
                  Luckily we made several successive trips to St. Eustatia (which was a general mart
                  for the West Indies, about twenty leagues from Montserrat) and in our next,
                  finding my tumbler so profitable, with this one bit I bought two tumblers more;
                  and when I came back I sold them for two bits equal to a shilling sterling. When
                  we went again I bought with these two bits four more of these glasses, which I
                  sold for fout bits on our return to Montserrat: and in our next voyage to St.
                  Eustatia, I bought two glasses with one bit, and with the other three I bought a
                  jug of Geneva, nearly about three pints in measure. When we came to Montserrat, I
                  sold the gin for eight bits, and the tumblers for two, so that <pb n="235" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p235.jpg"/> my capital now amounted in all to a
                  dollar, well husbanded and acquired in the space of a month or six weeks, when I
                  blessed the Lord that I was so rich. As we sailed to different islands, I laid
                  this money out in various things occasionally, and it used to turn to very good
                  account, especially when we went to Guadaloupe, Grenada, and the rest of the
                  French islands. Thus was I going all about the islands upwards of four years, and
                  ever trading as I went, during which I experienced many instances of ill usage,
                  and have seen many injuries done to other negroes in our dealings with whites:
                  and, amidst our recreations, when we have been dancing and merry-making, they,
                  without cause, have molested and insulted us. Indeed I was more than once obliged
                  to look up to God on high, as I had advised the poor fisherman some time before.
                  And I had not <pb n="237" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p237.jpg"/> been long
                  trading for myself in the manner I have related above, when I experienced the like
                  trial in company with him as follows: This man being used to the water, was upon
                  an emergency put on board of us by his master to work as another hand, on a
                  voyage to Santa Cruz; and at our sailing he had brought his little all for a
                  venture which consisted of six bits' worth of limes and oranges in a bag; I had
                  also my whole stock, which was about twelve bits' worth of the same kind of goods,
                  separate in two bags; for we had heard these fruits sold well in that island. When
                  we came there, in some little convenient time he and I went ashore with our fruits
                  to sell them; but we had scarcely landed when we were met by two white men, who
                  presently took our three bags from us. We could not at first guess what they meant
                  to do; and for some time we thought <pb n="238" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p238.jpg"/> they were jesting with us; but they
                  too soon let us know otherwise, for they took our ventures immediately to a house
                  hard by, and adjoining the fort, while we followed all the way begging of them to
                  give us our fruits, but in vain. They not only refused to return them but swore at
                  us, and threatened if we did not immediately depart they would flog us well. We
                  told them these three bags were all we were worth in the world, and that we
                  brought them with us to sell when we came from Montserrat, and shewed them the
                  vessel. But this was rather against us, as they now saw we were strangers as well
                  as slaves. They still therefore swore, and desired us to be gone, and even took
                  sticks to beat us; while we, seeing they meant what they said, went off in the
                  greatest confusion and despair. Thus, in the very minute of gaining more by three
                  times than I ever did <pb n="239" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p239.jpg"/> by any
                  venture in my life before, was I deprived of every farthing I was worth. An
                  insupportable misfortune! but how to help ourselves we knew not. In our
                  consternation we went to the commanding officer of the fort, and told him how we
                  had been served by some of his people; but we obtained not the least redress: he
                  answered our complaints only by a volley of imprecations against us, and
                  immediately took a horse-whip, in order to chastise us, so that we were obliged to
                  turn out much faster than we came in. I now, in the agony of distress and indignation, wished that the ire of God in his forked lightning might transfix these
                  cruel oppressors among the dead. Still however we persevered; went back again to
                  the house, and begged and besought them again and again for our fruits, till at
                  last some other people that were in the house asked if we would be <pb n="240" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p240.jpg"/> contented if they kept one bag and
                  gave us the other two. We, seeing no remedy whatever, consented to this; and they,
                  observing one bag to have both kinds of fruit in it, which belonged to my
                  companion, kept that; and the other two, which were mine they gave us back. As
                  soon as I got them, I ran as fast as I could, and got the first negro man I could
                  to help me off; my companion, however, stayed a little longer to plead; he told
                  them the bag they had was his, and likewise all that he was worth in the world;
                  but this was of no avail, and he was obliged to return without it. The poor old
                  man wringing his hands, cried bitterly for his loss; and, indeed, he then did look
                  up to God on high, which so moved me with pity for him, that I gave him nearly one
                  third of my fruits. We then proceeded to the markets to sell them; and Providence
                     <pb n="241" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p241.jpg"/> was more favourable to us
                  than we could have expected, for we sold our fruits uncommonly well; I got for
                  mine about thirty-seven bits. such a surprising reverse of fortune in so short a
                  space of time seemed like a dream, and proved no small encouragement for me to
                  trust the Lord in any situation. My captain afterwards frequently used to take my
                  part, and get me my right, when I have been plun dred or used ill by these tender
                  Christian depredators; among whom I have shuddered to observe the unceasing
                  blasphemous execrations which are want only thrown out by persons of all ages and
                  conditions, not only without occasion, but even as if they were indulgences and
                  pleasure.</p>
               <p>At one of our trips to St. Kitt's, I had eleven bits of my own; and my friendly
                  captain lent me five more, <pb n="242" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p242.jpg"/>
                  with which I bought a Bible. I was very glad to get this book, which I scarcely
                  could meet with any where. I think there was none sold in Montserrat; and, much
                  to my grief, from being forced out of the Aetna in the manner I have related, my
                  Bible, and the Guide to the Indians, the two books I loved above all others, were
                  left behind.</p>
               <p>While I was in this place, St. Kitt's, a very curious imposition on human nature
                  took place:—A white man wanted to marry in the church a free black woman that had
                  land and slaves in Montserrat: but the clergyman told him it was against the law
                  of the place to marry a white and a black in the church. The man then asked to be
                  married on the water, to which the parson consented, and the two lovers went in
                  one boat, and the parson and <pb n="243" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p243.jpg"/>
                  clerk in another, and thus the ceremony was performed. After this the loving pair
                  came on board our vessel, and my captain treated them extremely well, and brought
                  them safe to Montserrat.</p>
               <p>The reader cannot but judge of the irksomeness of this situation to a mind like
                  mine, in being daily exposed to new hardships and impositions, after having seen
                  many better days, and been as it were, in a state of freedom and plenty; added to
                  which, every part of the world I had hitherto been in, seemed to me a paradise in
                  comparison of the West Indies. My mind was therefore hourly replete with
                  inventions and thoughts of being freed, and, if possible, by honest and honourable
                  means; for I always remembered the old adage; and I trust it has ever been my
                  ruling principle, that "Honesty <pb n="244" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p244.jpg"/> is the best policy;" and
                  likewise that other golden precept—"To do unto all
                     men as I would they should do unto me." However, as I was from early
                  years a predestinarian, I thought whatever fate had determined must ever come to
                  pass; and therefore, if ever it were my lot to be freed nothing could prevent me,
                  although I should at present see no means or hope to obtain my freedom; on the
                  other hand, if it were my fate not to be freed I never should be so, and all my
                  endeavours for that purpose would be fruitless. In the midst of these thoughts I
                  therefore looked up with prayers anxiously to God for my liberty; and at the same
                  time used every honest means, and did all that was possible on my part to obtain
                  it. In process of time I became master of a few pounds, and in a fair way of
                  making more, which <pb n="245" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p245.jpg"/> my
                  friendly captain knew very well; this occasioned him sometimes to take liberties
                  with me; but whenever he treated me waspishly I used plainly to tell him my mind,
                  and that I would die before I would be imposed upon as other negroes were, and
                  that to me life had lost its relish when liberty was gone. This I said although I
                  foresaw my then well-being or future hopes of freedom (humanly speaking) depended
                  on this man. However, as he could not bear the thoughts of my not failing with
                  him, he always became mild on my threats. I therefore continued with him; and,
                  from my great attention to his orders and his business, I gained him credit, and
                  through his kindness to me I at last procured my liberty. While I thus went on,
                  filled with the thoughts of freedom, and resisting oppression as well as I was
                  able, my life hung daily <pb n="246" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p246.jpg"/> in
                  suspence, particularly in the surfs I have formerly mentioned, as I could not
                  swim. These are extremely violent throughout the West Indies, and I was ever
                  exposed to their howling rage and devouring fury in all the islands. I have seen
                  them strike and toss a boat right up an end, and maim several on board. Once in
                  the Grenada islands, when I and about eight others were pulling a large boat with
                  two puncheons of water in it, a surf struck us, and drove the boat and all in it
                  about half a stone's throw, among some trees, and above the high water mark. We
                  were obliged to get all the assistance we could from the nearest estate to mend
                  the boat, and launch it into the water again. At Montserrat one night, in pressing
                  hard to get off the shore on board, the punt was overset with us four times; the
                  first time I was very near being drowned; <pb n="247" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p247.jpg"/> however the jacket I had on kept me
                  up above water a little space of time, while I called on a man near me who was a
                  good swimmer, and told him I could not swim; he then made haste to me, and, just
                  as I was sinking, he caught hold of me, and brought me to sounding, and then he
                  went and brought the punt also. As soon as we had turned the water out of her,
                  lest we should be used ill for being absent, we attempted again three times more,
                  and as often the horrid surfs served us as at first; but at last, the fifth time
                  we attempted, we gained our point, at the eminent hazard of our lives. One day
                  also, at Old Road in Montserrat, our captain, and three men besides myself, were
                  going in a large canoe in quest of rum and sugar, when a single surf tossed the
                  canoe an amazing distance from the water, <pb n="248" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p248.jpg"/> and some of us, near a stone's throw
                  from each other: most of us were very much bruised; so that I and many more often
                  said, and really thought, that there was not such another place under the heavens
                  as this. I longed therefore much to leave it, and daily wished to see my master's
                  promise performed of going to Philadelphia.</p>
               <p>While we lay in this place a very cruel thing happened on board of our sloop which
                  filled me with horror; though I found afterwards such practices were frequent.
                  There was a very clever and decent free young mulatto-man who sailed a long time
                  with us: he had a free woman for his wife, by whom he had a child; and she was
                  then living on shore, and all very happy. Our captain and mate, and other people
                  on board, and several elsewhere, even the natives of Bermudas, all knew this <pb n="249" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p249.jpg"/> young man from a child that
                  he was always free, and no one had ever claimed him as their property: however, as
                  might too often overcomes right in these parts, it happened that a Bermudas
                  captain, whose vessel lay there for a few days in the road, came on board of us,
                  and seeing the mulatto man, whose name was Joseph Clipson, he told him he was not
                  free, and that he had orders from his master to bring him to Bermudas. The poor
                  man could not believe the captain to be in earnest; but he was very soon
                  undeceived, his men laying violent hands on him; and although he shewed a
                  certificate of his being born free in St. Kitt's, and most people on board knew
                  that he served his time to boat building, and always passed for a free man, yet he
                  was forcibly taken out of our vessel. He then asked to be carried <pb n="250" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p250.jpg"/> ashore before the secretary or
                  magistrates, and these infernal invaders of human rights promised him he should;
                  but, instead of that, they carried him on board of the other vessel: and the next
                  day, without giving the poor man any hearing on shore, or suffering him even to
                  see his wife or child, he was carried away, and probably doomed never more in this
                  world to see them again. Nor was this the only instance of this kind of <ref target="barbarity_" corresp="barbarity">barbarity</ref> I was a witness to. I
                  have since often seen in Jamaica and other islands, free men, whom I have known in
                  America, thus villainously trepanned and held in bondage. I have heard of two
                  similar practices even in Philadelphia: and were it not for the benevolence of the
                  quakers in that city, many of the sable race, who now breathe the air of liberty,
                  would, I believe, be groaning indeed <pb n="251" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p251.jpg"/> under some planter's chains. These
                  things opened my mind to a new scene of horror to which I had been before a
                  stranger. Hitherto I had thought only slavery dreadful; but the state of a free
                  negro appeared to me now equally so at least, and in some respects even worse, for
                  they live in constant alarm for their liberty; which is but nominal, for they are
                  universally insulted and plundered without the possibility of redress; for such is
                  the equity of the West Indian laws, that no free negro's evidence will be admitted
                  in their courts of justice. In this situation is it surprising that slaves, when
                  mildly treated, should prefer even the misery of slavery to such a mockery of
                  freedom? I was now completely disgusted with the West Indies, and thought I never
                  should be entirely free until I had left them.</p>
              
                  <pb n="252" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p252.jpg"/>
                  <lg>
                     <l>"With thoughts like these my anxious boding mind</l>
                     <l>"Recall'd those pleasing scenes I left behind;</l>
                     <l>"Scenes where fair Liberty in bright array</l>
                     <l>"Makes darkness bright, and e'en illumines day;</l>
                     <l>"Where nor complexion, wealth, or station, can</l>
                     <l>"Protect the wretch who makes a slave of man."</l>
                  </lg>
               
               <p>I determined to make every exertion to obtain my freedom, and to return to Old
                  England. For this purpose I thought a knowledge of navigation might be of use to
                  me; for, though I did not intend to run away unless I should be ill used; yet, in
                  such a case, if I understood navigation, I might attempt my escape in our <ref target="sloop_" corresp="sloop">sloop</ref>, which was one of the swiftest
                  sailing vessels in the West Indies, and I could be at no loss for hands to join
                  me: and if I should make this attempt, I had intended to have gone for England;
                  but this, as I said, was only to be in the event of my meeting with any ill usage.
                  I <pb n="253" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p253.jpg"/> therefore employed the
                  mate of our vessel to teach me navigation, for which I agreed to give him
                  twenty-four dollars, and actually paid him part of the money down; though when the
                  captain, some time after, came to know that the mate was to have such a sum for
                  teaching me, he rebuked him, and said it was a shame for him to take any money
                  from me. However, my progress in this useful art was much retarded by the
                  constancy of our work. Had I wished to run away I did not want opportunities,
                  which frequently presented themselves; and particularly at one time, soon after
                  this. When we were at the island of Gaudaloupe there was a large fleet of
                  merchantmen bound for Old France; and, seamen then being very scarce, they gave
                  from fifteen to twenty pounds a man for the run. Our mate, and all the white
                  sailors, <pb n="254" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p254.jpg"/> left our vessel on
                  this account, and went on board of the French ships. They would have had me also
                  to go with them, for they regarded me; and swore to protect me, if I would go:
                  and, as the fleet was to sail the next day, I really believe I could have got safe
                  to Europe at that time. However, as my master was kind, I would not attempt to
                  leave him; still remembering the old maxim, that 'honesty is
                     the best policy,'  I suffered them to go without me. Indeed my captain
                  was much afraid of my leaving him and the vessel at that time, as I had so fair an
                  opportunity: but, I thank God, this fidelity of mine turned out much to my
                  advantage hereafter, when I did not in the least think of it; and made me so much
                  in favour with the captain, that he used now and then to teach me some parts of
                  navigation <pb n="255" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p255.jpg"/> himself; but some
                  of our passengers, and others, seeing this, found much fault with him for it,
                  saying it was a very dangerous thing to let a negro know navigation; thus I was
                  hindered again in my pursuits. About the latter end of the year 1764, my master
                  bought a larger sloop, called the Prudence, about seventy or eighty tons, of which
                  my captain had the command. I went with him into this vessel, and we took a load
                  of new slaves for Georgia and Charles Town. My master now left me entirely to the
                  captain, though he still wished for me to be with him; but I, who always much
                  wished to lose sight of the West Indies, was not a little
                  rejoiced at the thoughts of seeing any other country. Therefore, relying on the
                  goodness of my captain, I got ready all the little venture I could; and, when the
                  vessel <pb n="256" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p256.jpg"/> was ready, we sailed
                  to my great joy. When we got to our destined places, Georgia and Charles Town, I
                  expected I should have an opportunity of selling my little property to advantage:
                  but here, particularly in Charles Town, I met with buyers, white men, who imposed
                  on me as in other places. Notwithstanding, I was resolved to have fortitude;
                  thinking no lot or trial too hard when kind Heaven is the rewarder.</p>
               <p>We soon got loaded again, and returned to Montserrat; and there, amongst the rest
                  of the islands, I sold my goods well; and in this manner I continued trading
                  during the year 1764; meeting with various scenes of imposition, as usual. After
                  this, my master fitted out his vessel for Philadelphia, in the year 1765; and
                  during the time we were loading her, and getting <pb n="257" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p257.jpg"/> ready for the voyage, I worked with
                  redoubled alacrity, from the hope of getting money enough by these voyages to buy
                  my freedom, in time, if it should please God; and also to see the town of
                  Philadelphia, which I had heard a great deal about for some years past; besides
                  which, I had always longed to prove my master's promise the first day I came to
                  him. In the midst of these elevated ideas, and while I was about getting my little
                  merchandize in readiness, one Sunday my master sent for me to his house. When I
                  came there I found him and the captain together; and, on my going in, I was struck
                  with astonishment at his telling me he heard that I meant to run away from him
                  when I got to Philadelphia: 'And therefore,' said he,
                     'I must sell you again: you cost me a great deal of money,
                     no less than <pb n="258" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p258.jpg"/> forty pounds
                     sterling; and it will not do to lose so much. You are a valuable
                     fellow,' continued he; 'and I can get any day for
                     you one hundred guineas, from many gentlemen in this island.' And then
                  he told me of Captain Doran's brother-in-law, a severe master, who ever wanted to
                  buy me to make me his overseer. My captain also said he could get much more than a
                  hundred guineas for me in Carolina. This I knew to be a fact; for the gentleman
                  that wanted to buy me came off several times on board of us, and spoke to me to
                  live with him, and said he would use me well. When I asked what work he would put
                  me to, he said, as I was a sailor, he would make me a captain of one of his rice
                  vessels. But I refused: and fearing at the same time, by a sudden turn I saw in
                  the captain's temper, he might <pb n="259" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p259.jpg"/> mean to sell me, I told the gentleman I would not live with him on any
                  condition, and that I certainly would run away with his vessel: but he said he did
                  not fear that, as he would catch him again; and then he told me how cruelly he
                  would serve me if I should do so. My captain, however, gave him to understand that
                  I knew something of navigation: so he thought better of it; and, to my great joy,
                  he went away. I now told my master I did not say I would run away in Philadelphia;
                  neither did I mean it, as he did not use me ill, nor yet the captain: for if they
                  did I certainly would have made some attempts before now; but as I thought that if
                  it were God's will I ever should be freed it would be so, and, on the contrary, if
                  it was not his will it would not happen; so I hoped if ever I were freed, whilst I
                  was used <pb n="260" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p260.jpg"/> well, it should be
                  by honest means; but as I could not help myself, he must do as he pleased; I could
                  only hope and trust to the God of Heaven; and at that instant my mind was big with
                  inventions and full of schemes to escape. I then appealed to the captain whether
                  he ever saw any sign of my making the least attempt to run away; and asked him if
                  I did not always come on board according to the time for which he gave me liberty;
                  and, more particularly, when all our men left us at Gaudaloupe and went on board
                  of the French fleet, and advised me to go with them, whether I might not, and that
                  he could not have got me again. To my no small surprise, and very great joy, the
                  captain confirmed every syllable that I had said: and even more: for he said he
                  had tried different times to see if I <pb n="261" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p261.jpg"/> would make any attempt of this kind,
                  both at St. Eustatia and in America, and he never found that I made the smallest;
                  but on the contrary, I always came on board according to his orders; and he did
                  really believe, if I ever meant to run away, that, as I could never have had a
                  better opportunity, I would have done it the night the mate and all the people
                  left our vessel at Guadaloupe. The captain then informed my master, who had been
                  thus imposed on by our mate, (though I did not know who was my enemy,) the reason
                  the mate had for imposing this lie upon him; which was, because I had acquainted
                  the captain of the provisions the mate had given away or taken out of the vessel.
                  This speech of the captain was like life to the dead to me, and instantly my soul
                  glorified God; and still more so <pb n="262" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p262.jpg"/> on hearing my master immediately say
                  that I was a sensible fellow, and he never did intend to use me as a common slave;
                  and that but for the entreaties of the captain, and his character of me, he would
                  not have let me go from the stores about as I had done: that also, in so doing, he
                  thought by carrying one little thing or other to different places to sell I might
                  make money. That he also intended to encourage me in this, by crediting me with
                  half a puncheon of rum and half a hogshead of sugar at a time; so that, from being
                  careful, I might have money enough, in some time, to purchase my freedom; and,
                  when that was the case, I might depend upon it he would let me have it for forty
                  pounds sterling money, which was only the same price he gave for me. This sound
                  gladdened my poor heart beyond measure; though <pb n="263" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p263.jpg"/> indeed it was no more than the very
                  idea I had formed in my mind of my master long before, and I immediately made him
                  this reply: 'Sir, I always had that very thought of you,
                     indeed I had, and that made me so diligent in serving you.' He then
                  gave me a large piece of silver coin, such as I never had seen or had before, and
                  told me to get ready for the voyage, and he would credit me with a tierce of
                  sugar, and another of rum; he also said that he had two amiable sisters in
                  Philadelphia, from whom I might get some necessary things. Upon this my noble
                  captain desired me to go aboard; and, knowing the African metal, he charged me not
                  to say any thing of this matter to any body; and he promised that the lying mate
                  should not go with him any more. This was a change indeed; in the same hour to <pb n="264" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p264.jpg"/> feel the most exquisite pain,
                  and in the turn of a moment the fullest joy. It caused in me such sensations as I
                  was only able to express in my looks; my heart was so overpowered with gratitude
                  that I could have kissed both of their feet. When I left the room I immediately
                  went, or rather flew, to the vessel, which being loaded, my master, as good as his
                  word, trusted me with a tierce of rum, and another of sugar, when we sailed, and
                  arrived safe at the elegant town of Philadelphia. I soon sold my goods here pretty
                  well; and in this charming place I found every thing plentiful and cheap.</p>
               <p>While I was in this place a very extraordinary occurrence befell me. I had been
                  told one evening of a <hi rend="italic">wise</hi> woman, a Mrs. Davis, who
                  revealed secrets, foretold events, &amp; I put little faith in this story at first,
                  as I could <pb n="265" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p265.jpg"/> not conceive that
                  any mortal could foresee the future disposals of Providence, nor did I believe in
                  any other revelation than that of the Holy Scriptures; however, I was greatly
                  astonished at seeing this woman in a dream that night, though a person I never
                  before beheld in my life; this made such an impression on me, that I could not get
                  the idea the next day out of my mind, and I then became as anxious to see her as I
                  was before indifferent; accordingly in the evening, after we left off working, I
                  inquired where she lived, and being directed to her, to my inexpressible surprise,
                  beheld the very woman in the very same dress she appeared to me to wear in the
                  vision. She immediately told me I had dreamed of her the preceding night; related
                  to me many things that had happened <pb n="266" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p266.jpg"/> with a correctness that astonished
                  me; and finally told me I should not be long a slave: this was the more agreeable
                  news, as I believed it the more readily from her having so faithfully related the
                  past incidents of my life. She said I should be twice in very great danger of my
                  life within eighteen months, which, if I escaped, I should afterwards go on well;
                  so giving me her blessing, we parted. After staying here some time till our vessel
                  was loaded, and I had bought in my little traffic, we sailed from this agreeable
                  spot for Montserrat, once more to encounter the raging surfs.</p>
               <p>We arrived safe at Montserrat, where we discharged our cargo; and soon after that
                  we took slaves on board for St. Eustatia, and from thence to Georgia. I had always
                  exerted myself and did double work, in order to <pb n="267" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p267.jpg"/> make our voyages as short as
                  possible; and from thus overworking myself while we were at Georgia I caught a
                  fever and ague. I was very ill for eleven days and near dying; eternity was now
                  exceedingly impressed on my mind, and I feared very much that awful event. I
                  prayed the Lord therefore to spare me; and I made a promise in my mind to God,
                  that I would be good if ever I should recover. At length, from having an eminent
                  doctor to attend me, I was restored again to health; and soon after we got the
                  vessel loaded, and set off for Montserrat. During the passage, as I was perfectly
                  restored, and had much business of the vessel to mind, all my endeavours to keep
                  up my integrity, and perform my promise to God, began to fail; and, in spite of
                  all I could do, as we drew nearer and nearer to the <pb n="268" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p268.jpg"/> islands, my resolutions more and more
                  declined, as if the very air of that country or climate seemed fatal to piety.
                  When we were safe arrived at Montserrat, and I had got ashore, I forgot my former
                  resolutions.—Alas! how prone is the heart to leave that God it wishes to love! and
                  how strongly do the things of this world strike the senses and captivate the
                  soul!—After our vessel was discharged, we soon got her ready, and took in, as
                  usual, some of the poor oppressed natives of Africa, and other negroes; we then
                  set off again for Georgia and Charlestown. We arrived at Georgia, and, having
                  landed part of our cargo, proceeded to Charlestown with the remainder. While we
                  were there I saw the town illuminated; the guns were fired, and bonfires and other
                  demonstrations of joy shewn, on account of the repeal of the stamp <pb n="269" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p269.jpg"/> act. Here I disposed of some goods on
                  my own account; the white men buying them with smooth promises and fair words,
                  giving me, however, but very indifferent payment. There was one gentleman
                  particularly who bought a puncheon of rum of me, which gave me a great deal of
                  trouble; and, although I used the interest of my friendly captain, I could not
                  obtain any thing for it; for, being a negro man, I could not oblige him to pay me.
                  This vexed me much, not knowing how to act; and I lost some time in seeking after
                  this Christian; and though, when the Sabbath came (which the negroes usually make
                  their holiday) I was much inclined to go to public worship, I was obliged to hire
                  some black men to help to pull a boat across the water to go in quest of this
                  gentleman. When I found him, after much entreaty, both <pb n="270" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p270.jpg"/> from myself and my worthy captain, he
                  at last paid me in dollars; some of them, however, were copper, and of consequence
                  of no value; but he took advantage of my being a negro man, and obliged me to put
                  up with those or none, although I objected to them. Immediately after, as I was
                  trying to pass them in the market, amongst other white men, I was abused for
                  offering to pass bad coin; and, though I shewed them the man I got them from, I
                  was within one minute of being tied up and flogged without either judge or jury;
                  however, by the help of a good pair of heels, I ran off, and so escaped the <ref target="bastinado_" corresp="bastinado">bastinadoes</ref> I should have
                  received. I got on board as fast as I could, but still continued in fear of them
                  until we sailed, which I thanked God we did not long after; and I have never been
                  amongst them since.</p>
               <p>
                  <pb n="271" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p271.jpg"/> We soon came to Georgia,
                  where we were to complete our lading; and here worse fate than ever attended me:
                  for one Sunday night, as I was with some negroes in their master's yard in the
                  town of Savannah, it happened that their master, one Doctor Perkins, who was a
                  very severe and cruel man, came in drunk; and not liking to see any strange
                  negroes in his yard, he and a ruffian of a white man, he had in his service, beset
                  me in an instant, and both of them struck me with the first weapons they could get
                  hold of. I cried out as long as I could for help and mercy; but, though I gave a
                  good account of myself, and he knew my captain, who lodged hard by him, it was to
                  no purpose. They beat and mangled me in a shameful manner, leaving me near dead. I
                  lost so much blood from the wounds I received, <pb n="272" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p272.jpg"/> that I lay quite motionless, and was
                  so benumbed that I could not feel any thing for many hours. Early in the morning
                  they took me away to the jail. As I did not return to the ship all night, my
                  captain, not knowing where I was, and being uneasy that I did not then make my
                  appearance, he made inquiry after me; and, having found where I was, immediately
                  came to me. As soon as the good man saw me so cut and mangled, he could not
                  forbear weeping; he soon got me out of jail to his lodgings, and immediately sent
                  for the best doctors in the place, who at first declared it as their opinion that
                  I could not recover. My captain on this went to all the lawyers in the town for
                  their advice, but they told him they could do nothing for me as I was a negro. He
                  then went to Doctor Perkins, the hero who had vanquished <pb n="273" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p273.jpg"/> me, and menaced him, swearing he
                  would be revenged of him, and challenged him to fight.—But cowardice is ever the
                  companion of cruelty—and the Doctor refused. However, by the skilfulness of one
                  Doctor Brady of that place, I began at last to amend; but, although I was so sore
                  and bad with the wounds I had all over me that I could not rest in any posture,
                  yet I was in more pain on account of the captain's uneasiness about me than I
                  otherwise should have been. The worthy man nursed and watched me all the hours of
                  the night; and I was, through his attention and that of the doctor, able to get
                  out of bed in about sixteen or eighteen days. All this time I was very much wanted
                  on board, as I used frequently to go up and down the river for rafts, and other
                  parts of our cargo, and stow them, <pb n="274" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol1-p274.jpg"/> when the mate was sick or absent. In
                  about four weeks I was able to go on duty; and in a fortnight after, having got in
                  all our lading, our vessel set sail for Montserrat; and in less than three weeks
                  we arrived there safe towards the end of the year. This ended my adventures in
                  1764; for I did not leave Montserrat again till the beginning of the following
                  year.</p>
            </div>
            <trailer>END OF THE FIRST VOLUME.</trailer>
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            <pb n="Frontispiece" facs="pageImages/bahama-banks.jpg"/>
            <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/equiano-interesting-narrative/pageImages/bahama-banks.jpg" style="float:center" width="500px" alt="Frontispiece to volume II, from the second edition, courtesy Albert Small Special Collections Library, University of Virginia" source="Albert Small Special Collections Library, University of Virginia" desc="Frontispiece image from second edition of Equiano's book"/>
            <pb n="1" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p1.jpg"/> <head type="title">THE LIFE, &amp;c.</head>
            <div n="7" type="chapter">
               <head>CHAP. VII.</head>
               
                  <p>
                     <hi rend="italic">The author's disgust at the West Indies—Forms schemes to
                        obtain his freedom—Ludicrous disappointment he and his Captain meet with in
                        Georgia—At last, by several successful voyages, he acquires a sum of money
                        sufficient to purchase it—Applies to his master, who accepts it, and grants
                        his manumission, to his great joy—He afterwards enters as a freeman on board
                        one of Mr. King's ships, and sails for Georgia—Impositions on free
                        negroes</hi>
                     <pb n="2" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p2.jpg"/>
                     <hi rend="italic">as usual—His venture of turkies—sails for Montserrat, and on
                        his passage his friend the Captain, falls ill and dies.</hi>
                  </p>
               
               <p>EVERY day now brought me nearer my freedom, and I was impatient till we proceeded
                  again to sea, that I might have an opportunity of getting a sum large enough to
                  purchase it. I was not long ungratified; for, in the begining of the year 1766,
                  my master bought another sloop, named the Nancy, the largest I had ever seen. She
                  was partly laden, and was to proceed to Philadelphia; our Captain had his choice
                  of three, and I was well pleased he chose this, which was the largest; for, from
                  his having a large vessel, I had more room, and could carry a larger quantity of
                  goods with me. Accordingly, when we had delivered our old vessel, the Prudence,
                  and completed the lading of <pb n="3" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p3.jpg"/> the
                  Nancy, having made near three hundred per cent, by four barrels of pork I brought
                  from Charlestown, I laid in as large a cargo as I could, trusting to God's
                  providence to prosper my undertaking. With these views I sailed for Philadelphia.
                  On our passage, when we drew near the land, I was for the first time surprised at
                  the sight of some whales, having never seen any such large sea monsters before;
                  and as we sailed by the land, one morning I saw a puppy whale close by the vessel;
                  it was about the length of a <ref target="wherry_" corresp="wherry">wherry
                     boat</ref>, and it followed us all the day till we got within the Capes. We
                  arrived safe and in good time at Philadelphia, and I sold my goods there chiefly
                  to the quakers. They always appeared to be a very honest discreet sort of people,
                  and never attempted to impose on me; I therefore liked them, and ever after chose
                  to deal <pb n="4" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p4.jpg"/> with them in preference
                  to any others.</p>
               <p>One sunday morning while I was here, as I was going to church, I chanced to pass a
                  meeting-house. The doors being open, and the house full of people, it excited my
                  curiosity to go in. When I entered the house, to my great surprise, I saw a very
                  tall woman standing in the midst of them, speaking in an audible voice something
                  which I could not understand. Having never seen any thing of this kind before, I
                  stood and stared about me for some time, wondering at this odd scene. As soon as
                  it was over, I took an opportunity to make inquiry about the place and people,
                  when I was informed they were called Quakers. I particularly asked what that woman
                  I saw in the midst of them had said, but none of them were pleased to satisfy me,
                  so I quitted them, and soon after, as I was returning, I came to a church <pb n="5" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p5.jpg"/> crowded with people; the
                  church-yard was full likewise, and a number of people were even mounted on
                  ladders, looking in at the windows. I thought this a strange sight, as I had never
                  seen churches, either in England or the West Indies crowded in this manner before.
                  I therefore made bold to ask some people the meaning of all this, and they told
                  me the Rev. Mr. George Whitfield was preaching. I had often heard of this
                  gentleman, and had wished to see and hear him; but I had never before had an
                  opportunity. I now therefore resolved to gratify myself with the sight, and
                  pressed in amidst the multitude. When I got into the church I saw this pious man
                  exhorting the people with the greatest fervour and earnestness, and sweating as
                  much as I ever did while in slavery on Montserrat beach. I was very much struck
                  and impressed with <pb n="6" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p6.jpg"/> this; I
                  thought it strange I had never seen divines exert themselves in this manner
                  before, and was no longer at a loss to account for the thin congregations they
                  preached to.</p>
               <p>When we had discharged our cargo here, and were loaded again, we left this
                  fruitful land once more, and set sail for Montserrat. My <ref target="traffic_" corresp="traffic">traffic</ref> had hitherto succeeded so well with me, that I
                  thought by selling my goods when we arrived at Montserrat, I should have enough to
                  purchase my freedom. But as soon as our vessel arrived there, my master came on
                  board, and gave orders for us to go to St. Eustatia, and discharge our cargo
                  there, and from thence proceed for Georgia. I was much disappointed at this; but,
                  thinking as usual, it was of no use to encounter with the decrees of fate, I
                  submitted without repining, and we went to St. Eustatia. After we <pb n="7" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p7.jpg"/> had discharged our cargo there, we took
                  in a live cargo, (as we call a cargo of slaves.) Here I sold my goods tolerably
                  well; but, not being able to lay out all my money in this small island to as much
                  advantage as in many other places, I laid out only part, and the remainder I
                  brought away with me <ref target="neat_" corresp="neat">neat</ref>. We sailed from
                  hence for Georgia, and I was glad when we got there, though I had not much reason
                  to like the place from my last adventure in Savannah; but I longed to get back to
                  Montserrat and procure my freedom, which I expected to be able to purchase when I
                  returned. As soon as we arrived here I waited on my careful doctor, Mr. Brady, to
                  whom I made the most grateful acknowledgments in my power for his former kindness
                  and attention during my illness.</p>
               <p>While we remained here an odd circumstance happened to the captain <pb n="8" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p8.jpg"/> and me, which disappointed us both a
                  good deal. A silversmith, whom we had brought to this place some voyages before,
                  agreed with the Captain to return with us to the West Indies, and promised at the
                  same time to give the Captain a great deal of money, having pretended to take a
                  liking to him, and being, as we thought, very rich. But while we stayed to load
                  our vessel, this man was taken ill, in a house where we worked, and in a week's
                  time became very bad. The worse he grew the more he used to speak of giving the
                  Captain what he had promised him, so that he expected something considerable from
                  the death of this man, who had no wife or child, and he attended him day and
                  night. I used also to go with the Captain, at his own desire, to attend him:
                  especially when we saw there was no appearance of his recovery: and, in <pb n="9" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p9.jpg"/> order to recompense me for my trouble,
                  the Captain promised me ten pounds, when he should get the man's property. I
                  thought this would be of great service to me, although I had nearly money enough
                  to purchase my freedom, if I should get safe this voyage to Montserrat. In this
                  expectation I laid out above eight pounds of my money for a suit of superfine
                  clothes to dance in at my freedom, which I hoped was then at hand.--- We still
                  continued to attend this man, being with him the last day he lived till very late
                  at night. After we were got to bed, about one or two o'clock in the morning, the
                  Captain was sent for, and informed the man was dead. On this he came to my bed,
                  and, waking me, informed me of it, and desired me to get up and procure a light,
                  and immediately go with him. I told him I <pb n="10" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p10.jpg"/> was very sleepy, and wished he would
                  take somebody else with him; or else, as the man was dead, and could want no
                  farther attendance, to let all things remain as they were till the next morning.
                    'No, no,' said he, 'we will have the money to night, I cannot wait
                     till to-morrow; so let us go.' Accordingly I got up and struck a light,
                  and away we both went, and saw the man as dead as we could wish. The Captain said
                  he would give him a grand burial, in gratitude for the promised treasure; and
                  desired that all the things belonging to the deceased might be brought forth.
                  Amongnst others there was a nest of drawers, of which he had kept the keys whilst
                  the man was ill, and we opened them with no small eagerness and expectation; and
                  as there were a great number within one another, with much impatience we <pb n="11" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p11.jpg"/> took them one out of the other.
                  At last, when we came to the smallest, and had opened it, we perceived it to be
                  full of papers, and supposed to be notes; at the sight of which our hearts leapt
                  for joy; and that instant the Captain clapping his hands, cried out, 'Thank God here it is.' But when we came to
                  the supposed treasure and long-looked-for bounty, (alas! alas! how uncertain and
                  deceitful are all human affairs!) what had we found? While we thought we were
                  embracing a substance, we grasped an empty nothing. The whole amount in the nest
                  of drawers being only one dollar and a half; and all that the man possessed would
                  not pay for his coffin! Our sudden and exquisite joy was now succeeded by a
                  sudden and exquisite pain; and my Captain and I exhibited, for some time, most
                  ridiculous <pb n="12" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p12.jpg"/> figures—pictures of
                  chagrin and disappointment! We returned greatly mortified, and left the deceased
                  to do as well as he could for himself, as we had taken so good care of him when
                  alive for nothing. We set sail once more for Montserrat, and arrived there safe;
                  but much out of humour with our friend the silversmith. When we had unladen the
                  vessel, and I had sold my venture, finding myself master of about forty-seven
                  pounds, I consulted my true friend, the Captain, how I should proceed in offering
                  my master the money for my freedom. He told me to come on a certain morning, when
                  he and my master would be at breakfast together. Accordingly, on that morning I
                  went, and met the Captain there, as he had appointed. When I went in I made my
                     <ref target="obeisance_" corresp="obeisance">obeisance</ref> to my master, and
                  with my money in my hand, and many fears in my heart, <pb n="13" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p13.jpg"/> I prayed him to be as good as his
                  offer to me, when he was pleased to promise me my freedom as soon as I could
                  purchase it. This speech seemed to confound him; he began to recoil; and my heart
                  that instant sunk within me. 'What,' said he, 'give you your freedom? Why, where did you get the
                     money? Have you got forty-pounds sterling?'
                  'Yes, sir,' I answered. 'How did you get it?' replied he. I told
                  him, very honestly. The Captain then said he knew I got the money very honestly
                  and with much industry, and that I was particularly careful. On which my master
                  replied, I got money much faster than he did; and said he would not have made me
                  the promise which he did if he had thought I should have got money so soon. 'Come, come,' said my worthy Captain,
                  clapping my master on the back, 'Come, <pb n="14" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p14.jpg"/> Robert, (which was his name)
                     I think you must let him have his freedom;—you have laid your money out very
                     well; you have received good interest for it all this time, and here is now the
                     principal at last. I know Gustavas has earned you more than an hundred a-year,
                     and he will still save you money, as he will not leave you:—Come, Robert, take
                     the money.' My master then said, he would not be worse than his
                  promise; and, taking the money, told me to go to the secretary at the Register
                  Office, and get my <ref target="manumission_" corresp="manumission">manumission</ref> drawn up. These words of my master were like a voice from
                  heaven to me: in an in stant all my trepidation was turned into unutterable bliss,
                  and I most reverently bowed myself with gratitude, unable to express my feelings,
                  but by the overflowing of my eyes, and a heart replete <pb n="15" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p15.jpg"/> with thanks to God; while my true and
                  worthy friend the Captain, congratulated us both with a peculiar degree of
                  heart-felt pleasure. As soon as the first transports of my joy were over, and that
                  I had expressed my thanks to these my worthy friends in the best manner I was
                  able, I rose with a heart full of affection and reverence, and left the room, in
                  order to obey my master's joyful mandate of going to the Register Office. As I
                  was leaving the house I called to mind the words of the Psalmist, in the 126th
                  Psalm, and like him, 'I glorified God in my
                     heart, in whom I trusted.' These words had been impressed on my mind
                  from the very day I was forced from Deptford to the present hour; and I now saw
                  them, as I thought, fulfilled and verified. My imagination was all rapture as I
                  flew to the Register Office; and, in this respect, <pb n="16" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p16.jpg"/> like the apostle <ref target="peter_" corresp="peter">Peter</ref>, (whose deliverance from prison was so sudden and
                  ex traordinary, that he thought he was in a vision) I could scarcely believe I was
                  awake. Heavens! who could do justice to my feelings at this moment! Not conquering
                  heroes themselves, in the midst of a triumph—Not the tender mother who has just
                  regained her long lost infant, and presses it to her heart—Not the weary hungry
                  mariner, at the sight of the desired friendly port—Not the lover, when he once
                  more embraces his beloved mistress, after she has been ravished from his arms!—All
                  within my breast was tumult, wildness, and delirium! My feet scarcely touched the
                  ground; for they were winged with joy, and, like Elijah, <ref target="elijah_" corresp="elijah">as he rose to Heaven</ref>, they 'were with lightning sped as I went on.'
                  Every one I met I told of <note xml:id="elijah" target="elijah_">Acts xii. 9. [Equiano's note]</note>
                  <pb n="17" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p17.jpg"/> my happiness and blazed about
                  the virtue of my amiable master and captain.</p>
               <p>When I got to the office and acquainted the Register with my errand, he
                  congratulated me on the occasion, and told me he would draw up my manumission for
                  half-price, which was a guinea. I thanked him for his kindness; and, having
                  received it and paid him, I hastened to my master to get him to sign it, that I
                  might be fully released. Accordingly he signed the manumission that day; so that,
                  before night I, who had been a slave in the morning, trembling at the will of
                  another, was become my own master and completely free. I thought this was the
                  happiest day I had ever experienced; and my joy was still heightened by the
                  blessings and prayers of many of the sable race, particularly the aged, to whom my
                  heart had ever been attached with reverence.</p>
               <p>
                  <pb n="18" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p18.jpg"/> As the form of my manumission
                  has something peculiar in it, and expresses the absolute power and dominion one
                  man claims over his fellow. I shall beg leave to present it before my readers at
                  full length:</p>
             
                  <p>
                     <hi rend="italic">Montserrat</hi>.—To all men unto whom these presents shall
                     come; I Robert King, of the parish of St. Anthony in the said island, merchant,
                     send greeting: Know ye that I the aforesaid Robert King, for and in
                     consideration of the sum of seventy pounds current money of the said island,
                     to me in hand paid, and to the intent that a negro man-slave, named GUSTAVUS
                     VASA, shall and may become free, have manumitted, emancipated, enfranchised,
                     and set free, and by these presents do manumit, emancipate, enfranchise, and
                     set free, the aforesaid negro man-slave, <pb n="19" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p19.jpg"/> named GUSTAVUS VASA, for ever;
                     hereby giving, granting, and releasing unto him, the said GUSTAVUS VASA, all
                     right, title, dominion, sovereignty, and property, which, as lord and master
                     over the aforesaid Gustavus Vasa, I had, or now have, or by any means whatsoever I may or can hereafter possibly have over him the aforesaid negro, for
                     ever. In witness whereof, I the abovesaid Robert King have unto these presents
                     set my hand and seal, this tenth day of July, in the year of our Lord one
                     thousand seven hundred and sixty six.</p>
                  <p>ROBERT KING.</p>
                  <p>Signed, sealed, and delivered in the presence of Terry Legay, Montserrat.</p>
                  <p>Registered the within manumission at full length, this eleventh day of July,
                     1766, in liber D.</p>
                  <p>TERRY LEGAY, Register. </p>
               
               <p>
                  <pb n="20" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p20.jpg"/> In short, the fair as well as
                  black people immediately styled me by a new appellation, to me the most desirable
                  in the world, which was Freeman, and at the dances I gave, my Georgia superfine
                  blue clothes made no indifferent appearance as I thought. Some of the sable
                  females, who formerly stood aloof, now began to relax and appear less coy; but my
                  heart was still fixed on London, where I hoped to be ere long. So that my worthy
                  captain and his owner my late master, finding that the bent of my mind was towards
                     <hi rend="italic">London</hi>, said to me, 'We hope you won't leave us, but that you will still be with the
                     vessels.' Here gratitude bowed me down; and none but the generous mind
                  can judge of my feelings, struggling between in clination and duty. However,
                  notwithstanding my wish to be in London, I obediently answered my benefactors <pb n="21" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p21.jpg"/> that I would go in the vessel,
                  and not leave them; and from that day I was entered on board as an able-bodied
                  seaman, at thirty-six shillings per month, besides what perquisites I could make.
                  My intention was to make a voyage or two entirely to please these my honoured
                  patrons; but I determined that the year following, if it pleased God, I would see
                  Old England, once more, and surprise my old master, Capt. Pascal, who was hourly
                  in my mind; for I still loved him, notwithstanding his usage of me, and I pleased
                  myself with thinking of what he would say when he saw what the Lord had done for
                  me in so short a time, instead of being, as he might perhaps suppose, under the
                  cruel yoke of some planter. With these kind of reveries I used often to entertain
                  my self, and shorten the time till my return; and now, being as in my original
                  free <pb n="22" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p22.jpg"/> African state, I embarked
                  on board the Nancy, after having got all things ready for our voyage. In this
                  state of serenity we sailed for St. Eustatia; and having smooth seas and calm
                  weather, we soon arrived there; after taking our cargo on board, we proceeded to
                  Savannah in Georgia, in August, 1766. While we were there, as usual, I used to go
                  for the cargo up the rivers in boats; and on this business have been frequently
                  beset by Alligators, which were very numerous on that coast; and shot many of them
                  when they have been near getting into our boats; which we have with great
                  difficulty sometimes prevented, and have been very much frightened at them. I have
                  seen a young one sold in Georgia alive for sixpence.</p>
               <p>During our stay at this place, one evening a slave belonging to Mr. <pb n="23" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p23.jpg"/> Read, a merchant of Savannah, came
                  near our vessel, and began to use me very ill. I entreated him to desist, as I
                  knew there was little or no law for a free negro here; but the fellow, instead of
                  taking my advice, persevered in his insults, and even struck me. At this I lost
                  all temper, and fell on him, and beat him soundly. The next morning his master
                  came to our vessel as we lay alongside the wharf, and desired me to come ashore
                  that he might have me flogged all round the town, for beating his negro slave! I
                  told him he had insulted me, and had given the provocation, by first striking me.
                  I had told my captain also the whole affair that morning, and desired him to go
                  along with me to Mr. Read, to prevent bad consequences: but he said that it did
                  not signify, and if Mr. <hi rend="italic"> Read</hi> said <pb n="24" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p24.jpg"/> any thing he would make matters up,
                  and desired me to go to work, which I accordingly did. The Captain being on board
                  when Mr. Read came and applied to him to deliver me up, he said he knew nothing of
                  the matter, I was a free man. I was astonished and frightened at this, and thought
                  I had better keep where I was than go ashore and be flogged round the town, with
                  out judge or jury. I therefore refused to stir; and Mr. Read went away, swearing
                  he would bring all the con stables in the town, for he would have me out of the
                  vessel. When he was gone, I thought his threat might prove too true to my sorrow;
                  and I was confirmed in this belief, as well by the many instances I had seen of
                  the treatment of free negroes, as from a fact that had happened within my own
                  knowledge here a short time before.</p>
               <p>
                  <pb n="25" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p25.jpg"/> There was a free black man, a
                  carpenter, that I knew, who for asking a gentleman that he worked for, for the
                  money he had earned, was put into <ref target="gaol_" corresp="gaol">gaol</ref>;
                  and afterwards this oppressed man was sent from Georgia, with false accusations,
                  of an intention to set the gentleman's house on fire, and run away with his
                  slaves. I was therefore much embarrassed, and very apprehensive of a flogging at
                  least. I dreaded, of all things, the thoughts of being striped, as I never in my
                  life had the marks of any violence of that kind. At that instant a rage seized my
                  soul, and for a little I determined to resist the first man that should offer to
                  lay violent hands on me, or basely use me without a trial; for I would sooner die
                  like a free man, than suffer myself to be scourged by the hands of ruffians, and
                  my blood drawn like a slave. The captain and others, <pb n="26" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p26.jpg"/> more cautious, advised me to make
                  haste and conceal myself; for they said Mr. Read was a very spiteful man, and he
                  would soon come on board with constables and take me. At first I refused this
                  counsel, being determined to stand my ground; but at length, by the prevailing
                  entreaties of the Captain and Mr. Dixon, with whom he lodged, I went to Mr.
                  Dixon's house, which was a little out of town, at a place called <hi rend="italic">Yea-ma-chra</hi>. I was but just gone when Mr. Read, with the constables, came
                  for me, and searched the vessel; but, not finding me there, he swore he would have
                  me dead or alive. I was <ref target="secret_" corresp="secret">secreted</ref>
                  about five days; however, the good character which my captain always gave me as
                  well as some other gentlemen who also knew me, procured me some friends. At last
                  some of them told my Captain that he did not use me <pb n="27" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p27.jpg"/> well, in suffering me thus to be
                  imposed upon, and said they would see me redressed, and get me on board some other
                  vessel. My Captain, on this, immediately went to Mr. Read, and told him, that ever
                  since I eloped from the vessel his work had been neglected, and he could not go on
                  with her loading, himself and mate not being well; and, as I had managed things on
                  board for them, my absence must retard his voyage, and consequently hurt the
                  owner; he therefore begged of him to forgive me, as he said he never heard any
                  complaint of me before, during the several years I had been with him. After
                  repeated entreaties, Mr. Read said I might go to hell, and that he would not
                  meddle with me; on which my Captain came immediately to me at his lodging, and,
                  telling me how pleasantly matters had gone on, desired me to go on board.</p>
               <p>
                  <pb n="28" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p28.jpg"/> Some of my other friends then
                  asked him if he had got the constable's warrant from them; the Captain said, No.
                  On this I was desired by them to stay in the house; and they said they would get
                  me on board of some other vessel before the evening. When the Captain heard this
                  he became almost distracted. He went immediately for the warrant, and, after using
                  every exertion in his power, he at last got it from my hunters; but I had all the
                  expences to pay.</p>
               <p>After I had thanked all my friends for their kindness, I went on board again to my
                  work, of which I had always plenty. We were in haste to complete our <ref target="lading_" corresp="lading">lading</ref>, and were to carry twenty head
                  of cattle with us to the West-Indies, where they are a very profitable article. In
                  order to encourage me in working, and to make up for the time I had lost, my
                  Captain promised me the privilege of carrying two <ref target="bullocks_" corresp="bullocks">bullocks</ref> of <pb n="29" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p29.jpg"/> my own with me; and this made me work
                  with redoubled ardour. As soon as I had got the vessel loaded, in doing which I
                  was obliged to perform the duty of the mate as well as my own work, and that the
                  bullocks were near coming on board, I asked the Captain leave to bring my two,
                  according to his promise; but, to my great surprise, he told me there was no room
                  for them. I then asked him to permit me to take one; but he said he could not. I
                  was a good deal mortified at this usage, and told him I had no notion that he
                  intended thus to impose on me; nor could I think well of any man that was so much
                  worse than his word. On this we had some disagreement, and I gave him to
                  understand, that I intended to leave the vessel. At this he appeared to be very
                  much dejected; and our mate who had been very sickly, and whose <pb n="30" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p30.jpg"/> duty had long devolved upon me,
                  advised him to persuade me to stay: in consequence of which he spoke very kindly
                  to me, making many fair promises, telling me, that, as the mate was so sickly, he
                  could not do without me; and that, as the safety of the vessel and cargo depended
                  greatly upon me, he therefore hoped that I would not be offended at what had
                  passed between us, and swore he would make up all matters when we arrived in the
                  West-Indies; so I consented to slave on as before. Soon after this, as the
                  bullocks were coming on board, one of them ran at the Captain, and butted him so
                  furiously in the breast, that he never recovered of the blow. In order to make me
                  some amends for his treatment about the bullocks, the Captain now pressed me very
                  much to take some turkeys, and other fowls, with me, and gave me liberty to <pb n="31" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p31.jpg"/> take as many as I could find
                  room for: but I told him he knew very well I had never carried any turkeys before,
                  as I always thought they were such tender birds that they were not fit to cross
                  the seas. However, he continued to press me to buy them for once; and, what seemed
                  very surprising to me, the more I was against it, the more he urged my taking
                  them, insomuch that he ensured me from all losses that might happen by them, and I
                  was prevailed on to take them; but I thought this very strange, as he had never
                  acted so with me before. This, and not being able to dispose of my paper-money any
                  other way, induced me at length to take four dozen. The turkeys, however, I was so
                  dissatisfied about that I determined to make no more voyages to this quarter, nor
                  with this captain; and was very apprehensive that my free voyage would be the
                  worst I had ever made.</p>
               <p>
                  <pb n="32" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p32.jpg"/> We set sail for Montserrat.
                  The captain and mate had been both complaining of sickness when we sailed, and as
                  we proceeded on our voyage they grew worse. This was about November, and we had
                  not been long at sea before we began to meet with strong northerly gales and rough
                  seas; and in about seven or eight days all the bullocks were near being drowned,
                  and four or five of them died. Our vessel, which had not been <ref target="tight_" corresp="tight">tight</ref> at first, was much less so now: and, though we were
                  but nine in the whole, including five sailors and myself, yet we were obliged to
                  attend to the pumps every half or three quarters of an hour. The captain and mate
                  came on deck as often as they were able, which was now but seldom; for they
                  declined so fast, that they were not well enough to make observations above four
                  or five times the whole voyage. <pb n="33" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p33.jpg"/> The whole care of the vessel rested, therefore upon me, and I was obliged to
                  direct her by mere dint of reason, not being able to work a traverse. The captain
                  was now very sorry he had not taught me navigation, and protested, if ever he
                  should get well again, he would not fail to do so; but in about seventeen days his
                  illness increased so much, that he was obliged to keep his bed, continuing
                  sensible, however, till the last, constantly having the owner's interest at heart;
                  for this just and benevolent man ever appeared much concerned about the welfare of
                  what he was intrusted with. When this dear friend found the symptoms of death
                  approaching, he called me by my name; and, when I came to him, he asked (with
                  almost his last breath) if he had ever done me any harm? 'God forbid I should think so,' replied I,
                     'I should <pb n="34" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p34.jpg"/> then be the most ungrateful of
                     wretches to the best of benefactors.' While I was thus expressing my
                  affection and sorrow by his bedside, he expired without saying another word; and
                  the day following we committed his body to the deep. Every man on board loved him,
                  and regretted his death; but I was exceedingly affected at it, and found that I
                  did not know, till he was gone, the strength of my regard for him. Indeed I had
                  every reason in the world to be attached to him; for, besides that he was in
                  general mild, affable, generous, faithful, benevolent, and just, he was to me a
                  friend and father; and had it pleased Providence, that he had died about five
                  months before, I verily believe I should not have obtained my freedom when I did;
                  and it is no improbable that I might not have been able to get it at any rate
                  afterwards.</p>
               <p>
                  <pb n="35" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p35.jpg"/> The captain being dead, the
                  mate came on the deck, and made such observations as he was able, but to no
                  purpose. In the course of a few days more, the few bullocks that remained were
                  found dead; but the turkies I had, though on the deck, and exposed to so much wet
                  and bad weather, did well, and I afterwards gained near three hundred per cent, on
                  the sale of them; so that in the event it proved a happy circumstance for me that
                  I had not bought the bullocks I intended, for they must have perished with the
                  rest; and I could not help looking on this, otherwise trifling circumstance, as a
                  particular providence of God, and was thankful accordingly. The care of the vessel
                  took up all my time, and engaged my attention entirely. As we were now out of the
                  variable winds, I thought I should not be much puzzled to <pb n="36" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p36.jpg"/> hit upon the islands. I was persuaded
                  I steered right for Antigua, which I wished to reach, as the nearest to us; and in
                  the course of nine or ten days we made this island, to our great joy; and the day
                  after we came safe to Montserrat.</p>
               <p>Many were surprised when they heard of my conducting the sloop into the port, and
                  I now obtained a new <ref target="appellation_" corresp="appellation">appellation</ref>, and was called Captain. This elated me not a little, and it
                  was quite flattering to my vanity to be thus styled by as high a title as any
                  freeman in this place possessed. When the death of the captain became known, he
                  was much regretted by all who knew him; for he was a man universally respected. At
                  the same time the sable Captain lost no fame; for the success I had met with
                  increased the affection of my friends in no small measure.</p>
            </div>
            <div n="8" type="chapter">
               <pb n="37" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p37.jpg"/>
               <head>CHAP. VIII.</head>
               
                  <p>
                     <hi rend="italic">The author, to oblige Mr. King, once more embarks for Georgia
                        in one of his vessels—A new captain is appointed—They sail, and steer a new
                        course—Three remarkable dreams—The vessel is shipwrecked on the Bahama Bank,
                        but the crew are preserved, principally by means of the author—He sets out
                        from the island with the captain, in a small boat, in quest of a ship—Their
                        distress—Meet with a wrecker—Sail for Providence—Are overtaken again by a
                        terrible storm, and are all near perishing—Arrive at New Providence—The
                        author, after some time, sails from thence to Georgia—Meets with another
                        storm, and is obliged to put back and resit—Arrives at Georgia—Meets new
                        impositions—Two white men attempt</hi>
                     <pb n="38" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p38.jpg"/>
                     <hi rend="italic">to kidnap him—Officiates as a parson at a funeral
                        ceremony—Bids adieu to Georgia, and sails for Martinico.</hi>
                  </p>
               
               <p>As I had now, by the death of my captain, lost my great benefactor and friend, I
                  had little inducement to remain longer in the West Indies, except my gratitude to
                  Mr. King, which I thought I had pretty well discharged in bringing back his vessel
                  safe, and delivering his cargo to his satisfaction. I began to think of leaving
                  this part of the world, of which I had been long tired, and returning to England,
                  where my heart had always been; but Mr. King still pressed me very much to stay
                  with his vessel; and he had done so much for me that I found myself unable to
                  refuse his requests, and consented to go another voyage to Georgia, as the mate,
                  from his ill state of health, <pb n="39" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p39.jpg"/>
                  was quite useless in the vessel. Accordingly a new captain was appointed, whose
                  name was William Phillips, an old acquaintance of mine; and, having refitted our
                  vessel, and taken several slaves on board, we set sail for St. Eustatia, where we
                  stayed but a few days: and on the 30th of January 1767, we steered for Georgia.
                  Our new captain boasted strangely of his skill in navigating and conducting a
                  vessel; and in consequence of this he steered a new course, several points more to
                  the westward than we ever did before; this appeared to me very extraordinary.</p>
               <p>On the fourth of February, which was soon after we had got into our new course, I
                  dreamt the ship was wrecked amidst the surfs and rocks, and that I was the means
                  of saving every one on board; and on the night following I dreamed the very same
                  dream. These <pb n="40" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p40.jpg"/> dreams however
                  made no impression on my mind; and the next evening, it being my watch below, I
                  was pumping the vessel a little after eight o'clock, just before I went off the
                  deck, as is the custom; and being weary with the duty of the day, and tired at the
                  pump, (for we made a good deal of water) I began to express my impatience, and
                  uttered with an oath, 'Damn the vessel's bottom
                     out.' But my conscience instantly smote me for the expression. When I
                  left the deck I went to bed, and had scarcely fallen asleep when I dreamed the
                  same dream again about the ship as I had dreamt the two preceeding nights. At
                  twelve o'clock the watch was changed; and, as I had always the charge of the
                  captain's watch, I then went upon deck. At half after one in the morning the man
                  at the helm saw something under <pb n="41" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p41.jpg"/> the <ref target="leebeam_" corresp="leebeam">lee-beam</ref> that the sea washed
                  against, and he immediately called to me that there was a <ref target="grampus_" corresp="grampus">grampus</ref>, and desired me to look at it. Accordingly I
                  stood up and observed it for some time; but, when I saw the sea wash up against it
                  again and again, I said it was not a fish but a rock. Being soon certain of this,
                  I went down to the captain, and, with some confusion, told him the danger we were
                  in, and desired him to come upon deck immediately. He said it was very well, and I
                  went up again. As soon as I was upon deck, the wind, which had been pretty high,
                  having abated a little, the vessel began to be carried sideways towards the rock,
                  by means of the current. Still the captain did not appear. I therefore went to him
                  again, and told him the vessel was then near a large rock, and desired he would
                  come up with all speed. <pb n="42" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p42.jpg"/> He
                  said he would, and I returned to the deck. When I was upon the deck again I saw we
                  were not above a pistol shot from the rock, and I heard the noise of the breakers
                  all around us. I was exceedingly alarmed at this; and the captain having not yet
                  come on the deck I lost all patience; and, growing quite enraged, I ran down to
                  him again, and asked him why he did not come up, and what he could mean by all
                  this? 'The breakers,' said I, 'are round us, and the vessel is almost on the
                     rock.' With that he came on the deck with me, and we tried to put the
                  vessel about, and get her out of the current, but all to no purpose, the wind
                  being very small. We then called all hands up immediately; and after a little we
                  got up one end of a cable, and fastened it to the anchor. By this time the surf
                  was foamed round us, and <pb n="43" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p43.jpg"/> made
                  a dreadful noise on the breakers, and the very moment we let the anchor go the
                  vessel struck against the rocks. One swell now succeeded another, as it were one
                  wave calling on its fellow; the roaring of the billows increased, and, with one
                  single heave of the swells, the sloop was pierced and transfixed among the rocks!
                  in a moment a scene of horror presented itself to my mind, such as I never had
                  conceived or experienced before. All my sins stared me in the face; and
                  especially, I thought that God had hurled his direful vengeance on my guilty head
                  for cursing the vessel on which my life depended. My spirits at this forsook me,
                  and I expected every moment to go to the bottom: I determined if I should still be
                  saved that I would never swear again. And in the midst of my distress, while the
                  dreadful <pb n="44" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p44.jpg"/> surfs were dashing
                  with unremitting fury among the rocks, I remembered the Lord, though fearful that
                  I was undeserving of forgiveness, and I thought that as he had often delivered he
                  might yet deliver; and, calling to mind the many mercies he had shewn me in times
                  past, they gave me some small hope that he might still help me. I then began to
                  think how we might be saved; and I believe no mind was ever like mine so replete
                  with inventions and confused with schemes, though how to escape death I knew not.
                  The captain immediately ordered the hatches to be nailed down on the slaves in the
                  hold, where there were above twenty, all of whom must unavoidably have perished if
                  he had been obeyed. When he desired the man to nail down the hatches I thought
                  that my sin was the cause of this, and that God would <pb n="45" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p45.jpg"/> charge me with these people's blood.
                  This thought rushed upon my mind that instant with such violence, that it quite
                  overpowered me, and I fainted. I recovered just as the people were about to nail
                  down the hatches; perceiving which, I desired them to stop. The captain then said
                  it must be done: I asked him why? He said that every one would endeavour to get
                  into the boat, which was but small, and thereby we should be drowned; for it would
                  not have carried above ten at the most. I could no longer restrain my emotion, and
                  I told him he deserved drowning for not knowing how to navigate the vessel; and I
                  believe the people would have tossed him overboard if I had given them the least
                  hint of it. However the hatches were not nailed down; and, as none of us could
                  leave the vessel then on account of the darkness, <pb n="46" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p46.jpg"/> and as we knew not where to go, and
                  were convinced besides that the boat could not survive the surfs, we all said we
                  would remain on the dry part of the vessel, and trust to God till daylight
                  appeared, when we should know better what to do.</p>
               <p>I then advised to get the boat prepared against morning, and some of us began to
                  set about it; but others abandoned all care of the ship and themselves, and fell
                  to drinking. Our boat had a piece out of her bottom near two feet long, and we had
                  no materials to mend her; however, necessity being the mother of invention, I took
                  some pump leather and nailed it to the broken part, and plastered it over with
                  tallow-grease. And, thus prepared, with the utmost anxiety of mind we watched for
                  day-light, and thought every minute an hour till it appeared. <pb n="47" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p47.jpg"/> At last it saluted our longing eyes,
                  and kind Providence accompanied its approach with what was no small comfort to us;
                  for the dreadful swells began to subside; and the next thing that we discovered to
                  raise our drooping spirits, was a small key or desolate island, about five or six
                  miles off; but a barrier soon presented itself; for there was not water enough for
                  our boat to go over the reefs, and this threw us again into a sad consternation;
                  but there was no alternative, we were therefore obliged to put but few in the boat
                  at once; and, what was still worse, all of us were frequently under the necessity
                  of getting out to drag and lift it over the reefs. This cost us much labour and
                  fatigue; and, what was yet more distressing, we could not avoid having our legs
                  cut and torn very much with the rocks. There were only four people <pb n="48" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p48.jpg"/> that would work with me at the oars;
                  and they consisted of three black men and a Dutch creole sailor; and, though we
                  went with the boat five times that day, we had no others to assist us. But, had we
                  not worked in this manner, I really believe the people could not have been saved;
                  for not one of the white men did any thing to preserve their lives; indeed they
                  soon got so drunk that they were not able, but lay about the deck like swine, so
                  that we were at last obliged to lift them into the boat, and carry them on shore
                  by force. This want of assistance made our labour intolerably severe; insomuch,
                  that, by going on shore so often that day, the skin was partly stript off my
                  hands.</p>
               <p>However, we continued all the day to toil and strain our exertions, till we had
                  brought all on board safe to the <pb n="49" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p49.jpg"/> shore, so that out of thirty-two people we lost not one.</p>
               <p>My dream now returned upon my mind with all its force; it was fulfilled in every
                  part; for our danger was the same I had dreamt of; and I could not help looking on
                  myself as the principal instrument in effecting our deliverance: for, owing to
                  some of our people getting drunk, the rest of us were obliged to double our
                  exertions; and it was fortunate we did, for in a very little time longer the patch
                  of leather on the boat would have been worn out, and she would have been no longer
                  fit for service. Situated as we were, who could think that men should be so
                  careless of the danger they were in? for, if the wind had but raised the swell as
                  it was when the vessel struck, we must have bid a final farewel to all hopes of
                  deliverance; and though, I warned the people <pb n="50" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p50.jpg"/> who were drinking, and entreated them
                  to embrace the moment of deliverance, nevertheless they persisted, as if not
                  possessed of the least spark of reason. I could not help thinking, that, if any of
                  these people had been lost, God would charge me with their lives, which, perhaps,
                  was one cause of my labouring so hard for their preservation, and indeed every one
                  of them afterwards seemed so sensible of the service I had rendered them, that
                  while we were on the key I was a kind of chieftian amongst them. I brought some
                  limes, oranges, and lemons a shore; and, finding it to be a good soil where we
                  were, I planted several of them as a token to any one that might be cast away
                  hereafter. This key, as we afterwards found, was one of the Bahama islands, which
                  consist of a cluster of large islands, with <pb n="51" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p51.jpg"/> smaller ones or keys, as they are
                  called, interspersed among them. It was about a mile in circumference, with a
                  white sandy beach running in a regular order along it. On that part of it where we
                  first attempted to land there stood some very large birds, called flamingoes:
                  these, from the reflection of the sun, appeared to us at a little distance as
                  large as men; and, when they walked backwards and forwards, we could not conceive
                  what they were: our captain swore they were cannibals. This created a great panic
                  among us; and we held a consultation how to act. The captain wanted to go to a key
                  that was within sight, but a great way off; but I was against it, as in so doing
                  we should not be able to save all the people; 
                    'And therefore,' said I, 'let us go
                     on shore here, and perhaps these cannibals may take to the water.'
                  <pb n="52" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p52.jpg"/> Accordingly we steered toward
                  them; and when we approached them, to our very great joy and no less wonder, they
                  walked off one after the other very deliberately; and at last they took flight and
                  relieved us entirely from our fears. About the key there were turtles and several
                  sorts of fish in such abundance that we caught them without bait, which was a
                  great relief to us after the salt provisions on board. There was also a large rock
                  on the beach, about ten feet high, which was in the form of a punch-bowl at the
                  top; this we could not help thinking Providence had ordained to supply us with
                  rain-water; and it was something singular that, if we did not take the water when
                  it rained, in some little time after it would turn as salt as sea-water.</p>
               <p>Our first care, after refreshment, was to make ourselves tents to lodge in <pb n="53" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p53.jpg"/> which we did as well as we
                  could with some sails we had brought from the ship. We then began to think how we
                  might get from this place, which was quite uninhabited; and we determined to
                  repair our boat, which was very much shattered, and to put to sea in quest of a
                  ship or some inhabited island. It took us up however eleven days before we could
                  get the boat ready for sea in the manner we wanted it, with a sail and other
                  necessaries. When we had got all things prepared, the captain wanted me to stay on
                  shore while he went to sea in quest of a vessel to take all the people off the
                  key; but this I refused; and the captain and myself, with five more, set off in
                  the boat towards New Providence. We had no more than two musket load of gun-powder
                  with us if any thing should happen; and our stock of provisions <pb n="54" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p54.jpg"/> consisted of three gallons of rum,
                  four of water, some salt beef, some biscuit; and in this manner we proceeded to
                  sea.</p>
               <p>On the second day of our voyage, we came to an island called Abbico, the largest
                  of the Bahama islands. We were much in want of water; for by this time our water
                  was expended, and we were exceedingly fatigued in pulling two days in the heat of
                  the sun; and it being late in the evening, we hauled the boat ashore to try for
                  water and remain during the night: when we came ashore we searched for water, but
                  could find none. When it was dark, we made a fire around us for fear of the wild
                  beasts, as the place was an entire thick wood, and we took it by turns to watch.
                  In this situation we found very little rest, and waited with impatience for the
                  morning. As <pb n="55" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p55.jpg"/> soon as the light
                  appeared we set off again with our boat, in hopes of finding assistance during the
                  day. We were now much dejected and weakened by pulling the boat; for our sail was
                  of no use, and we were almost famished for want of fresh water to drink. We had
                  nothing left to eat but salt beef, and that we could not use without water. In
                  this situation we toiled all day in sight of the island, which was very long; in
                  the evening, seeing no relief, we made shore again, and fastened our boat. We then
                  went to look for fresh water, being quite faint for the want of it; and we dug and
                  searched about for some all the remainder of the even ing, but could not find one
                  drop, so that our dejection at this period became excessive, and our terror so
                  great, that we expected nothing but death to deliver us. We could not touch our
                     <pb n="56" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p56.jpg"/> beef, which was salt as
                  brine, without fresh water; and we were in the greatest terror from the
                  apprehension of wild beasts. When unwelcome night came we acted as on the night
                  before; and the next morning we set off again from the island in hopes of seeing
                  some vessel. In this manner we toiled as well as we were able till four o'clock,
                  during which we passed several keys, but could not meet with a ship; and, still
                  famishing with thirst, went ashore on one of those keys again in hopes of finding
                  some water. Here we found some leaves with a few drops of water in them, which we
                  lapped with much eagerness; we then dug in several places, but without success. As
                  we were digging holes in search of water there came forth some very thick and
                  black stuff; but none of us could touch it, except the poor Dutch Creole, <pb n="57" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p57.jpg"/> who drank above a quart of it
                  as eagerly as if had been wine. We tried to catch fish, but could not; and we now
                  began to repine at our fate, and abandon ourselves to despair; when, in the midst
                  of our murmuring, the captain all at once cried out. 'A sail! a sail! a sail!' This gladdening
                  sound was like a reprieve to a convict, and we all instantly turned to look at it;
                  but in a little time some of us began to be afraid it was not a sail. However, at
                  a venture, we embarked and steered after it; and, in half an hour to our
                  unspeakable joy, we plainly saw that it was a vessel. At this our drooping spirits
                  revived, and we made towards her with all the speed imaginable. When we came near
                  to her, we found she was a little sloop about the size of a Gravesend hoy, and
                  quite full or people; a circumstance which <pb n="58" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p58.jpg"/> we could not make out the meaning of.
                  Our captain, who was a Welchman, swore that they were pirates, and would kill us.
                  I said, be that as it might, we must board her if we were to die by it; and, if
                  they should not receive us kindly, we must oppose them as well as we could; for
                  there was no alternative between their pe rishing and ours. This counsel was
                  immediately taken; and I really believe that the captain, myself, and the
                  Dutchman, would then have faced twenty men. We had two cutlasses and a musquet,
                  that I brought in the boat; and in this situation, we rowed alongside, and
                  immediately boarded her. I believe there were about forty hands on board; but how
                  great was our surprise, as soon as we got on board, to find that the major part of
                     <pb n="59" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p59.jpg"/> them were in the same
                  predicament as ourselves.</p>
               <p>They belonged to a whaling schooner that was wrecked two days before us about nine
                  miles to the north of our vessel. When she was wrecked some of them had taken to
                  their boats and had left some of their people and property on a key, in the same
                  manner as we had done; and were going, like us, to New Providence in quest of a
                  ship, when they met with this little sloop, called a wrecker; their employment in
                  those seas being to look after wrecks. They were then going to take the remainder
                  of the people be longing to the schooner; for which the wrecker was to have all
                  things belonging to the vessel, and likewise their people's help to get what they
                  could out of her, and were then to carry the crew to New Providence.</p>
               <p>
                  <pb n="60" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p60.jpg"/> We told the people of the
                  wrecker the condition of our vessel, and we made the same agreement with them as
                  the schooner's people; and, on their complying, we begged of them to go to our key
                  directly, because our people were in want of water. They agreed, therefore, to go
                  along with us first; and in two days we arrived at the key, to the inexpressible
                  joy of the people that we had left behind, as they had been reduced to great
                  extremities for want of water in our absence. Luckily for us, the wrecker had now
                  more people on board than she could carry or victual for any moderate length of
                  time; they therefore hired the schooner's people to work on the wreck, and we left
                  them our boat, and embarked for New Providence.</p>
               <p>Nothing could have been more fortunate than our meeting with this <pb n="61" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p61.jpg"/> wrecker, for New Providence was at
                  such a distance that we never could have reached it in our boat. The island of
                  Abbico was much longer than we expected; and it was not till after sailing for
                  three or four days that we got safe to the farther end of it, towards New
                  Providence. When we arrived there we watered, and got a good many lobsters and
                  other shellfish; which proved a great relief to us, as our provisions and water
                  were almost exhausted. We then proceeded on our voyage; but the day after we left
                  the Island, late in the evening, and whilst we were yet amongst the Bahama keys,
                  we were overtaken by a violent gale of wind, so that we were obliged to cut away
                  the mast. The vessel was very near foundering; for she parted from her anchors,
                  and struck several times on the <pb n="62" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p62.jpg"/> shoals. Here we expected every minute that she would have gone to pieces, and
                  each moment to be our last; so much so, that my old captain and sickly useless
                  mate, and several others, fainted; and death stared us in the face on every side.
                  All the swearers on board now began to call on the God of Heaven to assist them:
                  and, sure enough, beyond our comprehension he did assist us, and in a miraculous
                  manner delivered us! In the very height of our extremity the wind lulled for a few
                  minutes; and, although the swell was high beyond expression, two men, who were
                  expert swimmers, attempted to go to the buoy of the anchor, which we still saw on
                  the water, at some distance, in a little punt that belonged to the wrecker, which
                  was not large enough to carry more than two. She failed at different times in
                  their <pb n="63" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p63.jpg"/> endeavours to get into
                  her alongside of our vessel; and they saw nothing but death before them, as well
                  as we; but they said they might as well die that way as any other. A coil of very
                  small rope, with a little buoy, was put in along with them; and, at last, with
                  great hazard, they got the punt clear from the vessel; and these two intrepid
                  water heroes paddled away for life towards the buoy of the anchor. Our eyes were
                  fixed on them all the time, expecting every minute to be their last: and the
                  prayers of all those that remained in their senses were offered up to God, on
                  their behalf, for a speedy deliverance, and for our own, which depended on them;
                  and he heard and answered us! These two men at last reached the buoy; and, having
                  fastened the punt to it, they tied one end of their rope to the small buoy <pb n="64" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p64.jpg"/> that they had in the punt, and
                  sent it adrift towards the vessel. We on board observing this threw out boat-hooks
                  and leads fastened to lines, in order to catch the buoy: at last we caught it, and
                  fastened a hawser to the end of the small rope; we then gave them a sign to pull,
                  and they pulled the hawser to them, and fastened it to the buoy: which being done
                  we hauled for our lives; and, through the mercy of God, we got again from the
                  shoals into deep water, and the punt got safe to the vessel. It is impossible for
                  any to conceive our heart-felt joy at this second deliverance from ruin, but those
                  who have suffered the same hardships. Those whose strength and senses were gone,
                  came to themselves, and were now as elated as they were before depressed. Two days
                  after this the wind ceased, and the water became smooth. The punt <pb n="65" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p65.jpg"/> then went on shore, and we cut down
                  some trees; and having found our mast and mended it we brought it on board, and
                  fixed it up. As soon as we had done this we got up the anchor, and away we went
                  once more for New Providence, which in three days more we reached safe, after
                  having been above three weeks in a situation in which we did not expect to escape
                  with life. The inhabitants here were very kind to us; and, when they learned our
                  situation, shewed us a great deal of hospitality and friendship. soon after this
                  every one of my old fellow-sufferers that were free parted from us, and shaped
                  their course where their inclination led them. One merchant, who had a large
                  sloop, seeing our condition, and knowing we wanted to go to Georgia, told four of
                  us that his vessel was going there; and, if we <pb n="66" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p66.jpg"/> would work on board and load her, he
                  would give us our passage free. As we could not get any wages whatever, and sound
                  it very hard to get off the place, we were obliged to consent to his proposal; and
                  we went on board and helped to load the sloop, though we had only our victuals
                  allowed us. When she was entirely loaded, he told us she was going to Jamaica
                  first, where we must go if we went in her. This, however, I refused; but my
                  fellow-sufferers not having any money to help themselves with, necessity obliged
                  them to accept of the offer, and to steer that course, though they did not like
                  it.</p>
               <p>We stayed in New Providence about seventeen or eighteen days; during which time I
                  met with many friends, who gave me encouragement to stay there with them, but I
                  declined it; <pb n="67" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p67.jpg"/> though, had not
                  my heart been fixed on England, I should have stayed, as I liked the place
                  extremely, and there were some free black people here who were very happy, and we
                  passed our time pleasantly together, with the melodious sound of the catguts,
                  under the lime and lemon trees. At length Captain Phillips hired a sloop to carry
                  him and some of the slaves that he could not sell to Georgia; and I agreed to go
                  with him in this vessel, meaning now to take my farewel of that place. When the
                  vessel was ready we all embarked; and I took my leave of New Providence, not
                  without regret. We sailed about four o'clock the morning with a fair wind, for
                  Georgia; and about eleven o'clock the same morning, a sudden and short gale sprung
                  up and blew away most of our fails; and, as we were still among the keys, in <pb n="68" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p68.jpg"/> a very few minutes it dashed
                  the sloop against the rocks. Luckily for us the water was deep; and the sea was
                  not so angry, but that, after having for some time laboured hard, and being many
                  in number, we were saved, through God's mercy: and, by using our greatest
                  exertions, we got the vessel off. The next day we returned to Providence, where we
                  soon got her again refitted. some of the people swore that we had spells set upon
                  us by somebody in Montserrat; and others that we had witches and wizzards amongst
                  the poor helpless slaves; and that we never should arrive safe at Georgia. But
                  these things did not deter me; I said, 'Let us
                     again face the winds and seas, and swear not, but trust to God, and he will
                     deliver us.'  We therefore once more set sail; and, <pb n="69" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p69.jpg"/> with hard labour in seven days time
                  arrived safe at Georgia.</p>
               <p>After our arrival we went up to the town of Savannah; and the same evening I went
                  to a friend's house to lodge, whose name was Mosa, a black man. We were very happy
                  at meeting each other; and after supper we had a light till it was between nine
                  and ten o'clock at night. About that time the watch or patrol came by; and,
                  discerning a light in the house, they knocked at the door: we opened it; and they
                  came in and sat down and drank some punch with us: they also begged some limes of
                  me, as they understood I had some, which I readily gave them. A little after this
                  they told me I must go to the watch-house with them: this surprised me a good
                  deal, after our kindness to them; and I asked them, Why so? They said that all
                  negroes who had a <pb n="70" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p70.jpg"/> light in
                  their houses after nine o'clock were to be taken into custody, and either pay some
                  dollars or be flogged. some of those people knew that I was a free man; but, as
                  the man of the house was not free, and had his master to protect him, they did not
                  take the same liberty with him they did with me. I told them that I was a free
                  man, and just arrived from Providence; that we were not making any noise, and that
                  I was not a stranger in that place, but was very well known there: 'Besides,' said I, 'what will you do with me?'—'That
                     you shall see, 'replied they, 'but
                     you must go to the watch-house with us.' Now whether they meant to get
                  money from me or not I was at a loss to know; but I thought immediately of the
                  oranges and limes at santa Cruz: and seeing that nothing would pacify them I went
                     <pb n="71" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p71.jpg"/> with them to the
                  watch-house, where I remained during the night. Early the next morning these
                  imposing ruffians flogged a negro-man and woman that they had in the watch-house,
                  and then they told me that I must be flogged too. I asked why? and if there was no
                  law for free men? and told them if there was I would have it put in force against
                  them. But this only exasperated them the more, and instantly swore they would
                  serve me as Doctor Perkins had done; and were going to lay violent hands on me;
                  when one of them, more humane than the rest, said that as I was a free man they
                  could not justify stripping me by law. I then immediately sent for Doctor Brady,
                  who was known to be an honest and worthy man; and on his coming to my assistance
                  they let me go.</p>
               <p>
                  <pb n="72" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p72.jpg"/> This was not the only
                  disagreeable incident I met with while I was in this place; for, one day, while I
                  was a little way out of the town of Savannah, I was beset by two white men, who
                  meant to play their usual tricks with me in the way of kidnapping. As soon as
                  these men accosted me, one of them said to the other, 'This is the very fellow we are looking for, that
                     you lost:' and the other swore immediately that I was the identical
                  person. On this they made up to me, and were about to handle me; but I told them
                  to be still and keep off; for I had seen those kind of tricks played upon other
                  free blacks, and they must not think to serve me so. At this they paused a little,
                  and one said to the other—it will not do; and the other answered that I talked two
                  good English. I replied, I believed I did; and I had also with me a <pb n="73" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p73.jpg"/> revengeful stick equal to the
                  occasion; and my mind was likewise good. Happily however it was not used; and,
                  after we had talked together a little in this manner, the rogues left me.</p>
               <p>I stayed in savannah some time, anxiously trying to get to Montserrat once more to
                  see Mr. King, my old master, and then to take a final farewel of the American
                  quarter of the globe. At last I met with a sloop called the speedwell, Captain
                  John Bunton, which be longed to Grenada, and was bound to Martinico, a French
                  island, with a cargo of rice, and I shipped myself on board of her.</p>
               <p>Before I left Georgia, a black woman who had a child lying dead, being very
                  tenacious of the church burial service, and not able to get any white person to
                  perform it, applied to me for that purpose. I told her I was no parson; <pb n="74" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p74.jpg"/> and besides, that the service over the
                  dead did not affect the soul. This however did not satisfy her; she still urged me
                  very hard: I therefore complied with her earnest entreaties, and at last consented
                  to act the parson for the sirst time in my life. As she was much respected, there
                  was a great company both of white and black people at the grave. I then
                  accordingly as sumed my new vocation, and performed the funeral ceremony to the
                  satisfaction of all present; after which I bade adieu to Georgia, and sailed for
                  Martinico.</p>
            </div>
            <div n="9" type="chapter">
               <pb n="75" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p75.jpg"/>
               <head>CHAP. IX.</head>
               
                  <p>
                     <hi rend="italic">The author arrives at Martinico—Meets with new
                        difficulties—Gets to Montserrat, where he takes leave of his old master, and
                        sails for England—Meets Capt. Pascal—Learns the French horn—Hires himself
                        with Doctor Irving, where be learns to freshen sea water—Leaves the doctor,
                        and goes a voyage to Turkey and Portugal; and afterwards goes a voyage to
                        Grenada, and another to Jamaica—Returns to the Doctor, and they embark
                        together on a voyage to the North Pole, with the Hon. Capt. Phipps—some
                        account of that voyage, and the dangers the author was in—He returns to
                        England.</hi>
                  </p>
               
               <p>I THUS took a final leave of Georgia; for the treatment I had received in it <pb n="76" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p76.jpg"/> disgusted me very much against
                  the place; and when I left it and sailed for Martinico I determined never more to
                  revisit it. My new captain conducted his vessel safer than my former one; and,
                  after an agreeable voyage, we got safe to our intended port. While I was on this
                  island I went about a good deal, and found it very pleasant: in particular I
                  admired the town of St. Pierre, which is the principal one in the island, and
                  built more like an European town than any I had seen in the West Indies. In
                  general also, slaves were better treated, had more holidays, and looked better
                  than those in the English islands. After we had done our business here, I wanted
                  my discharge, which was necessary; for it was then the month of May, and I wished
                  much to be at Montserrat to bid farewel to Mr. King, and all my <pb n="77" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p77.jpg"/> other friends there, in time to sail
                  for Old England in the July fleet. But, alas! I had put a great stumbling block in
                  my own way, by which I was near losing my passage that season to England. I had
                  lent my captain some money, which I now wanted to enable me to prosecute my
                  intentions. This I told him; but when I applied for it, though I urged the
                  necessity of my occasion, I met with so much shuffling from him, that I began at
                  last to be afraid of losing my money, as I could not recover it by law; for I have
                  already mentioned, that throughout the West Indies no black man's testimony is
                  admitted, on any occasion, against any white person whatever, and therefore my own
                  oath would have been of no use. I was obliged, therefore, to remain with him till
                  he might be disposed to return it to me. Thus we <pb n="78" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p78.jpg"/> sailed from Martinico for the
                  Grenades. I frequently pressing the captain for my money to no purpose; and, to
                  render my condition worse, when we got there, the captain and his owners quarrelled; so that my situation became daily more irksome: for besides that we on
                  board had little or no victuals allowed us, and I could not get my money nor
                  wages, as I could then have gotten my passage free to Montserrat had I been able
                  to accept it. The worst of all was, that it was growing late in July, and the
                  ships in the islands must sail by the 26th of that month. At last, however, with a
                  great many entreaties, I got my money from the captain, and took the first vessel
                  I could meet with for St Eustatia. From thence I went in another to Basseterre in
                  St. Kitts, where I arrived on the 19th of July. On the 22d, having met with a <pb n="79" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p79.jpg"/> vessel bound to Montserrat, I
                  wanted to go in her; but the captain and others would not take me on board until I
                  should advertise myself, and give notice of my going off the island. I told them
                  of my haste to be in Montserrat, and that the time then would not admit of
                  advertising, it being late in the evening, and the vessel about to sail; but he
                  insisted it was necessary, and otherwise he said he would not take me. This
                  reduced me to great perplexity; for if I should be compelled to submit to this
                  degrading necessity, which every black freeman is under, of advertising himself
                  like a slave, when he leaves an island, and which I thought a gross imposition
                  upon any freeman, I feared I should miss that opportunity of going to Montserrat,
                  and then I could not get to England that year. The vessel was just going off, and
                  no time could be lost; <pb n="80" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p80.jpg"/> I
                  immediately therefore set about, with a heavy heart, to try who I could get to
                  befriend me in complying with the demands of the captain. Luckily I found, in a
                  few minutes, some gentlemen of Montserrat whom I knew; and, having told them my
                  situation, I requested their friendly assistance in helping me off the island.
                  some of them, on this, went with me to the captain, and satisfied him of my
                  freedom; and, to my very great joy, he desired me to go on board. We then set
                  sail, and the next day, 23d, I arrived at the wished-for place, after an absence
                  of six months, in which I had more than once experienced the delivering hand of
                  Providence, when all human means of escaping destruction seemed hopeless. I saw
                  my friends with a gladness of heart which was increased by my absence and the
                  dangers I had escaped, and I was received with great friendship by <pb n="81" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p81.jpg"/> them all, but particularly by Mr.
                  King, to whom I related the fate of his sloop, the Nancy, and the causes of her
                  being wrecked. I now learned with extreme sorrow, that his house was washed away
                  during my absence, by the bursting of a pond at the top of a mountain that was
                  opposite the town of Plymouth. It swept great part of the town away, and Mr. King
                  lost a great deal of property from the inundation, and nearly his life. When I
                  told him I intended to go to London that season, and that I had come to visit him
                  before my departure, the good man expressed a great deal of affection for me, and
                  sorrow that I should leave him, and warmly advised me to stay there; insisting, as
                  I was much respected by all the gentlemen in the place, that I might do very well,
                  and in a short time have land and slaves of my own. I thanked him for this <pb n="82" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p82.jpg"/> instance of his friendship;
                  but, as I wished very much to be in London, I declined remaining any longer there,
                  and begged he would excuse me. I then requested he would be kind enough to give me
                  a certificate of my behaviour while in his service, which he very readily comp ied
                  with, and gave me the following:</p>
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                        <dateline>
                           Montserrat, 
                          January 26, 1767.
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                     </opener>
                     <p>The bearer hereof, Gustavus Vasa, was my slave for upwards of three years,
                        during which he has always behaved himself well, and discharged his duty
                        with honesty and assiduity.</p>
                     <closer>
                        <signed>ROBERT KING.</signed>
                        <lb/>
                        <salute>To all to whom this may concern.</salute>
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               <p>Having obtained this, I parted from my kind master, after many sincere professions
                  of gratitude and regard, <pb n="83" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p83.jpg"/> and
                  prepared for my departure for London. I immediately agreed to go with one Capt.
                  John Hamer, for seven guineas (the passage to London) on board a ship called, the
                  Andromache; and on the 24th and 25th, I had free dances, as they are called, with
                  some of my countrymen, previous to my setting off; after which I took leave of all
                  my friends, and on the 26th I embarked for London, exceedingly glad to see myself
                  once more on board of a ship; and still more so, in steering the course I had long
                  wished for. With a light heart I bade Montserrat farewell, and never had my feet
                  on it since; and with it I bade adieu to the sound of the cruel whip, and all
                  other dreadful instruments of torture; adieu to the offensive sight of the
                  violated chastity of the sable females, which has too often accosted my eyes;
                  adieu to oppressions (although <pb n="84" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p84.jpg"/>
                  to me less severe than most of my countrymen); and adieu to the angry howling,
                  dashing surfs. I wished for a grateful and thankful heart to praise the Lord God
                  on high for all his mercies! in this extasy I steered the ship all night.</p>
               <p>We had a most prosperous voyage, and, at the end of seven weeks, arrived at
                  Cherry-Garden stairs. Thus were my longing eyes once more gratified with a sight
                  of London, after having been absent from it above four years. I immediately
                  received my wages, and I never had earned seven guineas so quick in my life
                  before; I had thirty-seven guineas in all, when I got cleared of the ship. I now
                  entered upon a scene quite new to me, but full of hope. In this situation my first
                  thoughts were to look out for some of my former friends, and amongst the first of
                  those were the Miss Guerins. As soon, therefore, as I had regaled myself I went in
                     <pb n="85" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p85.jpg"/> quest of those kind ladies,
                  whom I was very impatient to see; and with some difficulty and perseverance, I
                  found them at May's-hill, Greenwich. They were most agreeably surprised to see me,
                  and I quite overjoyed at meeting with them. I told them my history, at which they
                  expressed great wonder, and freely acknowledged it did their cousin, Capt. Pascal,
                  no honour. He then visited there frequently; and I met him four or five days after
                  in Greenwich park. When he saw me he appeared a good deal surprised, and asked me
                  how I came back? I answered, 'In a
                     ship.' To which he replied dryly, 'I
                     suppose you did not walk back to London on the water. 'As I saw, by his
                  manner, that he did not seem to be sorry for his behaviour to me, and that I had
                  not much reason to expect any favour from him, I told him that he <pb n="86" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p86.jpg"/> had used me very ill, after I had been
                  such a faithful servant to him for so many years; on which, without saying any
                  more, he turned about and went away. A few days after this I met Capt. Pascal at
                  Miss Guerin's house, and asked him for my prize-money. He said there was none due
                  to me; for, if my prize-money had been 10,000l. he had a right to it all. I told
                  him I was informed otherwise: on which he bade me defiance; and in a bantering
                  tone, desired me to commence a law suit against him for it: 'There are lawyers enough,' said he, 'that will take the cause in hand, and you had
                     better try it.' I told him then that I would try it, which enraged him
                  very much; however, out of regard to the ladies, I remained still, and never made
                  any farther demand of my right. Some time afterwards these friendly ladies asked
                     <pb n="87" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p87.jpg"/> me what I meant to do with
                  myself, and now they could assist me. I thanked them, and said, if they pleased, I
                  would be their servant; but if not, I had thirty-seven guineas, which would support me for some time, I would be much obliged to them to recommend me to some
                  person who would teach me a business whereby I might earn my living. They answered
                  me very politely, that they were sorry it did not suit them to take me as their
                  servant, and asked me what business I should like to learn? I said, hair-dressing.
                  They then promised to assist me in this; and soon after they recommended me to a
                  gentleman whom I had known before, one Capt. O'Hara, who treated me with much
                  kindness, and procured me a master, a hair-dresser, in Coventry-court, Haymarket,
                  with whom he placed me. I was with this man from September <pb n="88" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p88.jpg"/> till the February following. In that
                  time we had a neighbour in the same court who taught the French-horn. He used to
                  blow it so well that I was charmed with it, and agreed with him to teach me to
                  blow it. Accordingly he took me in hand, and began to instruct me, and I soon
                  learned all the three parts. I took great delight in blowing on this instrument,
                  the evenings being long; and besides that I was fond of it, I did not like to be
                  idle, and it filled up my vacant hours innocently. At this time also I agreed with
                  the Rev. Mr. Gregory, who lived in the same court, where he kept an academy and an
                  evening-school, to improve me in arithmetic. This he did as far as barter and
                  alligation; so that all the time I was there I was entirely employed. In February
                  1768, I hired myself to Dr. Charles Irving, in Pallmall, <pb n="89" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p89.jpg"/> so celebrated for his successful
                  experiments in making seawater fresh; and here I had plenty of hair dressing to
                  improve my hand. This gentleman was an excellent master; he was exceedingly kind
                  and good tempered; and allowed me in the evenings to attend my schools, which I
                  esteemed a great blessing; therefore I thanked God and him for it, and used all my
                  diligence to improve the opportunity. This diligence and attention recommended me
                  to the notice and care of my three preceptors, who on their parts bestowed a great
                  deal of pains in my instruction, and besides were all very kind to me. My wages,
                  however, which were by two thirds less than ever I had in my life (for I had only
                  12l. per annum) I soon found would not be sufficient to defray this extraordinary
                  expence of masters, and my own necessary expences; <pb n="90" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p90.jpg"/> my old thirty-seven guineas had by
                  this time worn all away to one. I thought it best, therefore, to try the sea again
                  in quest of more money, as I had been bred to it, and had hitherto found the
                  profession of it successful. I had also a very great desire to see Turkey, and I
                  now determined to gratify it. Accordingly, in the month of May, 1768, I told the
                  doctor my wish to go to sea again, to which he made no opposition; and we parted
                  on friendly terms. The same day I went into the city in quest of a master. I was
                  extremely fortunate in my inquiry; for I soon heard of a gentleman who had a ship
                  going to Italy and Turkey, and he wanted a man who could dress hair well. I was
                  overjoyed at this, and went immediately on board of his ship, as I had been
                  directed, which I found to be fitted up with great taste, and I already <pb n="91" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p91.jpg"/> foreboded no small pleasure in sailing
                  in her. Not finding the gentleman on board, I was directed to his lodgings, where
                  I met with him the next day, and gave him a specimen of my dressing. He liked it
                  so well that he hired me immediately, so that I was perfectly happy; for the ship,
                  master, and voyage, were intirely to my mind. The ship was called the Delawar, and
                  my master's name was John Jolly, a neat smart good humoured man, just such an one
                  as I wished to serve. We sailed from England in July following, and our voyage was
                  extremely pleasant. We went to Villa Franca, Nice, and Leghorn; and in all these
                  places I was charmed with the richness and beauty of the countries, and struck
                  with the elegant buildings with which they abound. We had always in them plenty of
                  extraordinary good wines and <pb n="92" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p92.jpg"/>
                  rich fruits, which I was very fond of; and I had frequent occasions of gratify ing
                  both my taste and curiosity; for my captain always lodged on shore in those
                  places, which afforded me opportunities to see the country around. I also learned
                  navigation of the mate, which I was very sond of. When we left Italy we had
                  delightful sailing among the Archipelago islands, and from thence to smyrna in
                  Turkey. This is a very ancient city; the houses are built of stone, and most of
                  them have graves adjoining to them; so that they sometimes present the appearence
                  of church-yards. Provisions are very plentiful in this city, and good wine less
                  than a penny a pint. The grapes, pomegranates, and many other fruits, were also
                  the richest and largest I ever tasted. The natives are well looking and strong
                  made, and treated me al ways <pb n="93" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p93.jpg"/>
                  with great civility. In general I believe they are fond of black people; and
                  several of them gave me pressing invitations to stay amongst them, although they
                  keep the franks, or Christians, separate, and do not suffer them to dwell
                  immediately amongst them. I was astonished in not seeing women in any of their
                  shops, and very rarely any in the streets; and when ever I did they were covered
                  with a veil from head to foot, so that I could not see their faces, except when
                  any of them out of curiosity uncovered them to look at me, which they sometimes
                  did. I was surprised to see how the Greeks are, in some measure, kept under by the
                  Turks, as the negroes are in the West Indies by the white people. The less refined
                  Greeks, as I have already hinted, dance here in the same manner as we do in our
                  nation.</p>
               <p>
                  <pb n="94" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p94.jpg"/> On the whole, during our stay
                  here, which was about five months, I liked the place and the Turks extremely well.
                  I could not help observing one very remarkable circumstance there: the tails of
                  the sheep are flat, and so very large, that I have known the tail even of a lamb
                  to weigh from eleven to thirteen pounds. The fat of them is very white and rich,
                  and is excellent in puddings, for which it is much used. Our ship being at length
                  richly loaded with silk, and other articles, we sailed for England.</p>
               <p>In May 1769, soon after our return from Turkey, our ship made a delightful voyage
                  to Oporto in Portugal, where we arrived at the time of the carnival. On our
                  arrival, there were sent on board of us thirty-six articles to observe with very
                  heavy penalties if we should break any of them; and none of us even dared to go on
                  board any other <pb n="95" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p95.jpg"/> vessel or on
                  shore, till the Inquisition had sent on board and searched for every thing
                  illegal, especially Bibles. Such as were produced, and certain other things were
                  sent on shore till the ships were going away; and any person in whose custody a
                  bible was found concealed, was to be imprisoned and flogged, and sent into slavery
                  for ten years. I saw here many very magnificent sights, particularly the garden of
                  Eden, where many of the clergy and laity went in procession in their several
                  orders with the host, and sung Te Deum. I had a great curiosity to go into some
                  of their churches, but could not gain admittance without using the necessary
                  sprinkling of holy water at my entrance. From curiosity, and a wish to be holy, I
                  therefore complied with this ceremony, but its virtues were lost upon me, for I
                  found myself nothing <pb n="96" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p96.jpg"/> the
                  better for it. This place abounds with plenty of all kinds of provisions. The town
                  is well built and pretty, and commands a fine prospect. Our ship having taken in a
                  load of wine, and other commodities, we sailed for London, and arrived in July
                  following.</p>
               <p>Our next voyage was to the Mediterranean. The ship was again got ready, and we
                  sailed in september for Genoa. This is one of the finest cities I ever saw; some
                  of the edifices were of beautiful marble, and made a most noble appearance; and
                  many had very curious fountains before them. The churches were rich and
                  magnificent, and curiously adorned both in the inside and out. But all this
                  grandeur was in my eyes disgraced by the galley slaves, whose condition both there
                  and in other parts of Italy is truly piteous and wretch ed. After we had stayed
                  there some <pb n="97" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p97.jpg"/> weeks, during which
                  we bought many different things we wanted, and got them very cheap, we sailed to
                  Naples, a charming city, and remarkably clean. The bay is the most beautiful I
                  ever saw; the moles for shipping are excellent. I thought it extraordinary to see
                  grand operas acted here on Sunday nights, and even attended by their majesties. I
                  too, like these great ones, went to those sights, and vainly served God in the day
                  while I thus served mammon effectually at night. While we remained here, there
                  happened an eruption of mount Vesuvius, of which I had a perfect view. It was
                  extremely awful; and we were so near that the ashes from it used to be thick on
                  our deck. After we had transacted our business at Naples, we sailed with a fair
                  wind once more for Smyrna, where we arrived in December. A seraskier <pb n="98" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p98.jpg"/> or officer, took a liking to me here,
                  and wanted me to stay, and offered me two wives; however I resused the temptation,
                  thinking one was as much as some could manage, and more than others would venture
                  on. The merchants here travel in caravans or large companies. I have seen many
                  caravans from India, with some hundreds of camels, laden with different goods.
                  The people of these caravans are quite brown. Among other articles, they brought
                  with them a great quantity of locusts, which are a kind of pulse, sweet and
                  pleasant to the palate, and in shape resembling French beans, but longer. Each
                  kind of goods is sold in a street by itself, and I always found the Turks very
                  honest in their dealings. They let no Christians into their mosques or churches,
                  for which I was very sorry; as I was always fond of going to see <pb n="99" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p99.jpg"/> the different modes of worship of the
                  people wherever I went. The plague broke out while we were in smyrna, and we
                  stopped taking goods into the ship till it was over. she was then richly laden,
                  and we sailed in about March 1770, for England. One day in our passage we met with
                  an accident which was near burning the ship. A black cook, in melting some fat,
                  overset the pan into the fire under the deck, which immediately began to blaze,
                  and the flame went up very high under the foretop. With the fright, the poor cook
                  became almost white, and altogether speechless. Happily however we got the fire
                  out without doing much mischief. After various delays in this passage, which was
                  tedious, we arrived in standgate creek in July; and, at the latter end of the
                  year, some new event <pb n="100" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p100.jpg"/>
                  occurred, so that my noble captain, the ship, and I all separated.</p>
               <p>In April 1771, I shipped myself as a steward with Capt. Wm. Robertson of the ship
                  Grenada Planter, once more to try my fortune in the West Indies; and we sailed
                  from London for <ref target="madeira_" corresp="madeira">Madeira, Barbados, and
                     the Grenades</ref>.</p>
               <p>A white man, an islander, bought some goods of me to the amount of some pounds,
                  and made me many fair promises as usual, but without any intention of paying me.
                  He had likewise bought goods from some more of our people, whom he intended to
                  serve in the same manner; but he still amused us with promises. However, when our
                  ship was loaded, and near sailing, this honest buyer discovered no intention <pb n="101" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p101.jpg"/> or sign of paying for any
                  thing he had bought of us; but on the contrary, when I asked him for my money he
                  threatened me and another black man he had bought goods of, so that we found we
                  were like to get more blows than payment. On this we went to complain to one Mr.
                  M'Intosh, a justice of the peace; we told his worship of the man's villainous
                  tricks, and begged that he would be kind enough to see us redressed: but being
                  negroes, although free, we could not get any remedy; and our ship being then just
                  upon the point of sailing, we knew not how to help ourselves, though we thought it
                  hard to lose our property in this manner. Luckily for us however, this man was
                  also indebted to three white sailors, who could not get a farthing from him; they
                  therefore readily joined us, and we all went together in <pb n="102" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p102.jpg"/> search of him. When we found where he
                  was, I took him out of a house and threatened him with vengeance; on which,
                  finding he was likely to be handled roughly, the rogue offered each of us some
                  small allowance, but nothing near our demands. This exasperated us much more; and
                  some were for cutting his ears off; but he begged hard for mercy, which was at
                  last granted him, after we had entirely stripped him. We then let him go, for
                  which he thanked us, glad to get off so easily, and ran into the bushes, after
                  having wished us a good voyage. We then repaired on board, and shortly after set
                  sail for England. I cannot help remarking here a very narrow escape we had from
                  being blown up, owing to a piece of negligence of mine. Just as our ship was under
                  sail, I went down under the cabin to do some business, <pb n="103" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p103.jpg"/> and had a lighted candle in my hand,
                  which, in my hurry, without thinking, I held in a barrel of gunpowder. It remained
                  in the powder until it was near catching sire, when fortunately I observed it and
                  snatched it out in time, and providentially no harm happened; but I was so
                  overcome with terror that I immediately fainted at this deliverance.</p>
               <p>In twenty-eight days time we arrived in England, and I got clear of this ship.
                  But, being still of a roving disposition, and desirous of seeing as many different
                  parts of the world as I could, I shipped myself soon after, in the same year, as
                  steward on board of a fine large ship, called the Jamaica, Captain David Watt; and
                  we sailed from England in December 1771, for <ref target="nevis_" corresp="nevis">Nevis</ref> and Jamaica. I found Jamaica to be a very fine large island, well
                  peopled, and the most considerable <pb n="104" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p104.jpg"/> of the West India islands. There was
                  a vast number of negroes here, whom I found as usual exceedingly imposed upon by
                  the white people, and the slaves punished as in the other islands. There are
                  negroes whose business it is to flog slaves; they go about to different people for
                  employment, and the usual pay is from one to four bits. I saw many cruel
                  punishments inflicted on the slaves in the short time I stayed here. In particular
                  I was present when a poor fellow was tied up and kept hanging by the wrists at
                  some distance from the ground, and then some half hundred weights were fixed to
                  his ankles, in which posture he was flogged most unmercifully. There were also, as
                  I heard, two different masters noted for cruelty on the island, who had staked up
                  two negroes naked, and in two hours the vermin stung them <pb n="105" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p105.jpg"/> to death. I heard a gentleman, I well
                  knew, tell my captain that he passed sentence on a negro man to be burnt alive for
                  attempting to poison an overseer. I pass over numerous other instances, in order
                  to relieve the reader by a milder scene of roguery. Before I had been long on the
                  island, one Mr. Smith at Port Morant, bought goods of me to the amount of
                  twenty-five pounds sterling; but when I demanded payment from him, he was going
                  each time to beat me, and threatened that he would put me in goal. One time he
                  would say I was going to set his house on fire; at another, he would swear I was
                  going to run away with his slaves. I was astonished at this usage from a person
                  who was in the situation of a gentleman, but I had no alternative; and was
                  therefore obliged to submit. When I came to Kingston, I was surprised to <pb n="106" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p106.jpg"/> see the number of Africans
                  who were assembled together on Sundays; particularly at a large commodious place,
                  called spring Path. Here each different nation of Africa meet and dance after the
                  manner of their own country. They still retain most of their native customs: they
                  bury their dead, and put victuals, pipes and tobacco, and other things, in the
                  grave with the corpse, in the same manner as in Africa. Our ship having got her
                  loading we sailed for London, where we arrived in the August following. On my
                  return to London, I waited on my old and good master, Dr. Irving, who made me an
                  offer of his service again. Being now tired of the sea I gladly accepted it. I was
                  very happy in living with this gentleman once more; during which time we were
                  daily employed in reducing old Neptune's dominions <pb n="107" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p107.jpg"/> by purifying the briny element and
                  making it fresh. Thus I went on till May 1773, when I was roused by the sound of
                  fame, to seek new adventures, and find, towards the north pole, what our Creator
                  never intended we should, a passage to India. An expedition was now fitting out to
                  explore a north-east passage, conducted by the Honourable Constantine John Phipps,
                  since Lord Mulgrave, in his Majesty's sloop of war the Race Horse. My master being
                  anxious for the reputation of this adventure, we therefore prepared every thing
                  for our voyage, and I attended him on board the Race Horse, the 24th day of May,
                  1773. We proceeded to <ref target="sheerness_" corresp="sheerness">Sheerness</ref>, where we were joined by his Majesty's sloop the Carcass,
                  commanded by Captain Lutwidge. On the 4th of June, we sailed towards our destined
                  place, the <pb n="108" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p108.jpg"/> pole; and on the
                  15th of the same month we were off Shetland. On this day I had a great and
                  unexpected deliverance from an accident which was near blowing up the ship and
                  destroying the crew, which made me ever after during the voyage uncommonly
                  cautious. The ship was so filled that there was very little room on board for any
                  one, which placed me in a very aukward situation. I had resolved to keep a journal
                  of this singular and interesting voyage; and I had no other place for this purpose
                  but a little cabin, or the doctor's store-room, where I slept. This little place
                  was stuffed with all manner of combustibles, particularly with tow and <ref target="aquafortis_" corresp="aquafortis">aquafortis</ref>, and many other
                  dangerous things. Unfortunately it happened in the evening as I was writing my
                  journal, that I had occasion to take the candle out of the <pb n="109" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p109.jpg"/>
                  <ref target="lanthorn_" corresp="lanthorn">lanthorn</ref>, and a spark having
                  touched a single thread of the tow, all the rest caught the flame, and immediately
                  the whole was in a blaze. I saw nothing but present death before me, and expected
                  to be the first to perish in the flames. In a moment the alarm was spread, and
                  many people who were near, ran to assist in putting out the fire. All this time I
                  was in the very midst of the flames; my shirt, and the handkerchief on my neck,
                  were burnt, and I was almost smothered with the smoke. However, through God's
                  mercy, as I was nearly giving up all hopes, some people brought blankets and
                  mattresses and threw them on the flames, by which means in a short time the fire
                  was put out. I was severely reprimanded and menaced by such of the officers who
                  knew it, and strictly charged never more to go there with a <pb n="110" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p110.jpg"/> light: and, indeed, even my own fears
                  made me give heed to this command for a little time—but at last, not being able to
                  write my journal in any other part of the ship, I was tempted again to venture by
                  stealth with a light in the same cabin, though not without considerable fear and
                  dread on my mind. On the 20th of June, we began to use Dr. Irving's apparatus for
                  making salt water fresh; I used to attend the distillery: I frequently purified
                  from twenty-six to forty gallons a day. The water thus distilled was perfectly
                  pure, well tasted, and free from salt; and was used on various occasions on board
                  the ship. On the 28th of June, being in lat. 78, we made Greenland, where I was
                  surprized to see the sun did not set. The weather now became extremely cold; and
                  as we sailed between north and east, which was our <pb n="111" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p111.jpg"/> course, we saw many very high and
                  curious mountains of ice; and also a great number of very large whales, which used
                  to come close to our ship, and blow the water up to a very great height in the
                  air. One morning we had vast quantities of <ref target="walrus_" corresp="walrus">sea-horses</ref> about the ship, which neighed exactly like any other horses.
                  We fired some harpoon guns amongst them, in order to take some; but we could not
                  get any. The 30th, the captain of a Greenland ship came on board, and told us of
                  three ships that were lost in the ice; however we still held on our course till
                  July the 11th, when we were stopt by one compact impenetrable body of ice. We ran
                  along it from east to west above ten degrees; and on the 27th we got as far north
                  as 80, 37; and in 19 or 20 degrees; east longitude from London. On the 29th and
                  30th of <pb n="112" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p112.jpg"/> July, we saw one
                  continued plain of smooth unbroken ice, bounded only by the horizon; and we
                  fastened to a piece of ice that was eight yards eleven inches thick. We had
                  generally sunshine, and constant daylight; which gave cheerfulness and novelty to
                  the whole of this striking, grand, and uncommon scene; and, to heighten it still
                  more, the reflection of the sun from the ice gave the clouds a most beautiful
                  appearance. We killed many different animals at this time, and among the rest nine
                  bears. Though they had nothing in their paunches but water yet they were all very
                  fat. We used to decoy them to the ship sometimes by burning feathers of skins. I
                  thought them coarse eating, but some of the ship's company relished them very
                  much. Some of our people once, in the boat, fired at and wounded a seahorse, <pb n="113" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p113.jpg"/> which dived immediately; and
                  in a little time after, brought up with it a number of others. They all joined in
                  an attack upon the boat, and were with difficulty prevented from staving or
                  oversetting her; but a boat from the Carcass having come to assist ours, and
                  joined it, they dispersed, after having wrested an oar from one of the men. One of
                  the ship's boats had before been attacked in the same manner, but happily no harm
                  was done. Though we wounded several of these animals we never got but one. We
                  remained hereabouts until the 1st of August; when the two ships got completely
                  fastened in the ice, occasioned by the loose ice that set in from the sea. This
                  made our situation very dreadful and alarming; so that on the 7th day, we were in
                  very great apprehension of having the ships squeezed to pieces. <pb n="114" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p114.jpg"/> The officers now held a council to
                  know what was best for us to do in order to save our lives; and it was determined
                  that we should endeavour to escape by dragging our boats along the ice towards the
                  sea; which, however, was farther off than any of us thought. This determination
                  filled us with extreme dejection, and confounded us with despair; for we had very
                  little prospect of escaping with life. However, we sawed some of the ice about the
                  ships, to keep it from hurting them; and thus kept them in a kind of pond. We then
                  began to drag the boats as well as we could towards the sea; but, after two or
                  three days labour, we made very little progress; so that some of our hearts
                  totally failed us, and I really began to give up myself for lost, when I saw our
                  surrounding calamities. While we were <pb n="115" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p115.jpg"/> at this hard labour, I once fell into
                  a pond we had made amongst some loose ice, and was very near being drowned; but
                  providentially some people were near who gave me immediate assistance, and thereby
                  I escaped drowning. Our deplorable condition, which kept up the constant
                  apprehension of our perishing in the ice, brought me gradually to think of
                  eternity in such a manner as I never had done before. I had the fears of death
                  hourly upon me, and shuddered at the thoughts of meeting the grim king of terrors
                  in the <hi rend="italic">natural</hi> state I then was in, and was exceedingly
                  doubtful of a happy eternity if I should die in it. I had no hopes of my life
                  being prolonged for any time; for we saw that our existence could not be long on
                  the ice after leaving the ships, which were now out of sight, and some miles from
                  the boats. <pb n="116" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p116.jpg"/> Our appearance
                  now became truly lamentable; pale dejection seized every countenance; many, who
                  had been before blasphemers, in this our distress began to call on the good God of
                  heaven for his help; and in the time of our utter need he heard us, and against
                  hope or human probability, delivered us! It was the eleventh day of the ships
                  being thus fastened, and the fourth of our drawing the boats in this manner, that
                  the wind changed to the E. N. E. The weather immediately became mild, and the ice
                  broke towards the sea, which was to the S. W. of us. Many of us on this got on
                  board again, and with all our might we hove the ships into every open water we
                  could find, and made all the sail on them in our power: and now, having a prospect
                  of success, we made signals for the boats and the remainder <pb n="117" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p117.jpg"/> of the people. This seemed to us like
                  a reprieve from death; and happy was the man who could first get on board of any
                  ship, or the first boat he could meet. We then proceeded in this manner till we
                  got into the open water again, which we accomplished in about thirty hours, to our
                  infinite joy and gladness of heart. As soon as we were out of danger, we came to
                  anchor and refitted; and on the 19th of August, we sailed from this uninhabited
                  extremity of the world, where the inhospitable climate affords neither food nor
                  shelter, and not a tree or shrub of any kind grows amongst its barren rocks; but
                  all is one desolate and expanded waste of ice, which even the constant beams of
                  the sun for six months in the year, cannot penetrate or dissolve. The sun now
                  being on the decline, the days shortened as <pb n="118" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p118.jpg"/> we sailed to the southward; and, on
                  the 28th, in latitude 73, it was dark by ten o'clock at night. September the 10th,
                  in latitude 58-59, we met a very severe gale of wind and high seas, and shipped a
                  great deal of water in the space of ten hours. This made us work exceedingly hard
                  at all our pumps a whole day; and one sea, which struck the ship with more force
                  than any thing I ever met with of the kind before, laid her under water for some
                  time, so that we thought she would have gone down. Two boats were washed from the
                  booms, and the long-boat from the chucks: all other moveable things on the decks
                  were also washed away, among which were many curious things of different kinds
                  which we had brought from Greenland; and we were obliged, in order to lighten the
                  ship, to toss some of our guns overboard. <pb n="119" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p119.jpg"/> We saw a ship at the same time, in
                  very great distress, and her masts were gone; but we were unable to assist her. We
                  now lost sight of the Carcass till the 26th, when we saw land about <ref target="orfordness_" corresp="orfordness">Orfordness</ref>, off which place she
                  joined us. From thence we sailed for London, and on the 30th came up to Deptford.
                  And thus ended our Arctic voyage, to the no small joy of all on board, after
                  having been absent four months; in which time, at the imminent hazard of our
                  lives, we explored nearly as far towards the Pole as 81 degrees north, and 20
                  degrees east longitude; being much farther, by all accounts, than any navigator
                  had ever ventured before; in which we fully proved the impracticability of finding
                  a passage that way to India.</p>
            </div>
            <div n="10" type="chapter">
               <pb n="120" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p120.jpg"/>
               <head>CHAP. X.</head>
               
                  <p>
                     <hi rend="italic">The author leaves Doctor Irving, and engages on board a
                        Turkey ship—Account of a black man's being kidnapped on board and sent to
                        the West Indies, and the author's fruitless endeavours to procure his
                        freedom—some account of the manner of the author's conversion to the faith
                        of Jesus Christ.</hi>
                  </p>
               
               <p>Our voyage to the North Pole being ended, I returned to London with Doctor Irving,
                  with whom I continued for some time, during which I began seriously to reflect on
                  the dangers I had escaped, particularly those of my last voyage, which made a
                  lasting impression on my mind; and, by the grace of God, <pb n="121" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p121.jpg"/> proved afterwards a mercy to me; it
                  caused me to reflect deeply on my eternal state, and to seek the Lord with full
                  purpose of heart ere it was too late. I rejoiced greatly; and heartily thanked the
                  Lord for directing me to London, where I was determined to work out my own
                  salvation, and in so doing, procure a title to heaven; being the result of a mind
                  blended by ignorance and sin.</p>
               <p>In process of time I left my master, Doctor Irving, the purifier of waters. I
                  lodged in Coventry-court, Haymarket, where I was continually oppressed and much
                  concerned about the salvation of my soul, and was determined (in my own strength)
                  to be a first-rate Christian. I used every means for this purpose; and, not being
                  able to find any person amongst those with <pb n="122" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p122.jpg"/> whom I was then acquainted that
                  acquiesced with me in point of religion, or, in scripture language, that would
                  shew me any good, I was much dejected, and knew not where to seek relief; however,
                  I first frequented the neighbouring churches, st. James's, and others, two or
                  three times a day, for many weeks: still I came away dissatisfied: something was
                  wanting that I could not obtain, and I really found more heart-felt relief in
                  reading my bible at home than in attending the church; and, being resolved to be
                  saved, I pursued other methods. First I went among the quakers, where the word of
                  God was neither read or preached, so that I remained as much in the dark as ever.
                  I then searched into the Roman Catholic principles, but was not in the least
                  edified. I at length had recourse to the Jews, which availed me <pb n="123" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p123.jpg"/> nothing, as the fear of eternity
                  daily harassed my mind, and I knew not where to seek shelter from the wrath to
                  come. However this was my conclusion, at all events, to read the four evangelists,
                  and whatever sect or party I found adhering thereto, such I would join. Thus I
                  went on heavily without any guide to direct me the way that leadeth to eternal
                  life. I asked different people questions about the manner of going to heaven, and
                  was told different ways. Here I was much staggered, and could not find any at that
                  time more righteous than myself, or indeed so much inclined to devotion. I thought
                  we should not all be saved (this is agreeable to the holy scriptures) nor would
                  all be damned. I found none among the circle of my acquaintance that kept wholly
                  the ten commandments. so righteous was I in my own <pb n="124" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p124.jpg"/> eyes, that I was convinced I excelled
                  many of them in that point, by keeping eight out of ten; and finding those who in
                  general termed themselves Christians not so honest or so good in their morals as
                  the Turks, I really thought the Turks were in a safer way of salvation than my
                  neighbours: so that between hopes and fears I went on, and the chief comforts I
                  enjoyed were in the musical French horn, which I then practised, and also dressing
                  of hair. Such was my situation some months, experiencing the dishonesty of many
                  people here. I determined at last to set out for Turkey, and there to end my days.
                  It was now early in the spring 1774. I sought for a master, and found a captain
                  John Hughes, commander of a ship called Anglicania, fitting out in the river
                  Thames, and bound to <ref target="smyrna_" corresp="smyrna">Smyrna</ref> in
                  Turkey. I shipped myself with him as a <pb n="125" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p125.jpg"/> steward; at the same time I
                  recommended to him a very clever black man, John Annis, as a cook. This man was on
                  board the ship near two months doing his duty: he had formerly lived many years
                  with Mr. William Kirkpatrick, a gentleman of the island of St. Kitts, from whom he
                  parted by consent, though he afterwards tried many schemes to <ref target="inveigle_" corresp="inveigle">inveigle</ref> the poor man. He had
                  applied to many captains who traded to St. Kitts to <ref target="trepan_" corresp="trepan">trepan</ref> him; and when all their attempts and schemes of
                  kidnapping proved abortive, Mr. Kirkpatrick came to our ship at Union stairs, on
                  Easter Monday, April the fourth, with two wherry boats and six men, having learned
                  that the man was on board; and tied, and forcibly took him away from the ship, in
                  the presence of the crew and the chief mate, who had detained him after he had
                  information <pb n="126" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p126.jpg"/> to come away. I
                  believe this was a combined piece of business: but, be that as it may, it
                  certainly reflected great disgrace on the mate and captain also, who, although
                  they had desired the oppressed man to stay on board, yet this vile act on the man
                  who had served him, he did not in the least assist to recover or pay me a farthing
                  of his wages, which was about five pounds. I proved the only friend he had, who
                  attempted to regain him his liberty if possible, having known the want of liberty
                  myself. I sent as soon as I could to Gravesend, and got knowledge of the ship in
                  which he was; but unluckily she had sailed the first tide after he was put on
                  board. My intention was then immediately to apprehend Mr. Kirkpatrick, who was
                  about setting off for scotland; and, having obtained a <hi rend="italic">habeas
                     corpus</hi> for him, and got a tipstaff to <pb n="127" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p127.jpg"/> go with me to st. Paul's church-yard,
                  where he lived, he, suspecting something of this kind, set a watch to look out. My
                  being known to them, obliged me to use the following deception: I whitened my
                  face, that they might not know me, and this had the desired effect. He did not go
                  out of his house that night, and next morning I contrived a well plotted
                  stratagem, notwithstanding he had a gentleman in his house to personate him. My
                  direction to the tipstaff, who got admittance into the house, was to conduct him
                  to a judge, accord ing to the writ. When he came there, his plea was, that he had
                  not the body in custody, on which he was admitted to bail. I proceeded immediately
                  to that well known philanthropist, Granville sharp, <abbr>Esq</abbr> who received
                  me with the utmost kindness, and gave me every instruction that was needful on <pb n="128" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p128.jpg"/> the occasion. I lest him in
                  full hope that I should gain the unhappy man his liberty, with the warmest sense
                  of gratitude towards Mr. sharp, for his kindness; but alas! my attor ney proved
                  unfaithful; he took my money, lost me many months employ, and did not do the least
                  good in the cause; and when the poor man arrived at st. Kitts, he was, according
                  to custom, staked to the ground with four pins through a cord, two on his wrists,
                  and two on his ancles, was cut and flogged most unmercifully, and afterwards
                  loaded cruelly with irons about his neck. I had two very moving letters from him,
                  while he was in this situation; and made attempts to go after him at a great
                  hazard, but was sadly disappointed: I also was told of it by some very respectable
                  families now in London, who saw him in st. Kitts, in the same state, in which he
                  remained till kind death released <pb n="129" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p129.jpg"/> him out of the hands of his ty rants.
                  During this disagreeable busi ness I was under strong convictions of sin, and
                  thought that my state was worse than any man's; my mind was unaccountably
                  disturbed; I often wished for death, though at the same time con vinced I was
                  altogether unprepared for that awful summons. suffering much by villains in the
                  late cause, and being much concerned about the state of my soul, these things (but
                  particularly the latter) brought me very low; so that I became a burden to myself,
                  and viewed all things around me as emptiness and vanity, which could give no
                  satisfaction to a troubled conscience. I was again determined to go to Turkey, and
                  resolved, at that time, never more to return to England. I engaged as steward on
                  board a Turkeyman (the Wester Hall, Capt. Lina) but was prevented by means of my
                  late captain, Mr. Hughes, and others. All this appeared <pb n="130" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p130.jpg"/> to be against me, and the only
                  comfort I then experienced was, in reading the holy scriptures, where I saw that
                     'there is no new thing under the
                     sun,' Eccles. i. 9; and what was appointed for me I must submit to.
                  Thus I continued to travel in much heaviness, and fre quently murmured against the
                  Almighty, particularly in his providential dealings; and, awful to think! I be gan
                  to blaspheme, and wished often to be any thing but a human being. In these severe
                  conflicts the Lord answered me by awful 'visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth upon men, in slumberings upon
                     the bed,' Job xxxiii. 15. He was pleased, in much mercy, to give me to
                  see, and in some measure understand, the great and awful scene of the
                  judgment-day, that 'no unclean person, no
                     unholy thing, can enter into the kingdom of God, Eph. <pb n="131" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p131.jpg"/> v. 5. I would then, if it had been
                  possible, have changed my nature with the meanest worm on the earth; and was ready
                  to say to the mountains and rocks 'fall on
                     me,'  Rev. vi. 16; but all in vain. I then in the greatest agony
                  requested the divine Creator, that he would grant me a small space of time to
                  repent of my follies and vile iniquities, which I felt were grievous. The Lord, in
                  his manifold mercies, was pleased to grant my request, and being yet in a state of
                  time the sense of God's mercies were so great on my mind when I awoke, that my
                  strength entirely failed me for many minutes, and I was exceedingly weak. This was
                  the first spiritual mercy I ever was sensible or, and being on praying ground, as
                  soon as I recovered a little strength, and got out of bed and dressed myself, I
                  invoked Heaven from my inmost soul, and servently begged that God would never <pb n="132" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p132.jpg"/> again permit me to blaspheme
                  his most holy name. The Lord, who is long suffering, and full of compassion to
                  such poor rebels as we are, condescended to hear and answer. I felt that I was al
                  together unholy, and saw clearly what a bad use I had made of the faculties I was
                  endowed with: they were given me to glorify God with; I thought, therefore, I had
                  better want them here, and enter into life eternal, than abuse them and be cast
                  into hell sire. I prayed to be directed, if there were any holier than those with
                  whom I was acquaint ed, that the Lord would point them out to me. I appealed to
                  the searcher of hearts, whether I did not wish to love him more, and serve him
                  better. Notwithstanding all this, the reader may ea sily discern, if a believer,
                  that I was still in nature's darkness. At length I hated <pb n="133" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p133.jpg"/> the house in which I lodged, because
                  God's most holy name was blasphemed in it; then I saw the word of God verified,
                  viz. 'Before they call, I will answer; and
                     while they are yet speaking, I will hear.'
               </p>
               <p>I had a great desire to read the bible the whole day at home; but not having a
                  convenient place for retirement, I left the house in the day, rather than stay
                  amongst the wicked ones; and that day as I was walking, it pleased God to direct
                  me to a house where there was an old sea-faring man, who experienced much of the
                  love of God shed abroad in his heart. He began to discourse with me; and, as I
                  desired to love the Lord, his conversation rejoiced me greatly; and indeed I had
                  never heard before the love of Christ to believers set forth in such a manner, and
                  in so clear a point of view. Here I had more questions to <pb n="134" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p134.jpg"/> put to the man than his time would
                  permit him to answer: and in that memor able hour there came in a dissenting
                  minister; he joined our discourse, and asked me some few questions; among others,
                  where I heard the gospel preached? I knew not what he meant by hearing the gospel;
                  I told him I had read the gospel: and he asked where I went to church, or whether
                  I went at all or not? To which I replied 'I
                     attended St. James's, St. Martin's, and St. Ann's soho;' 'so,' said he, 'you
                     are a churchman?' I answered, I was. He then invited me to a love feast
                  at his chapel that evening. I ac cepted the offer, and thanked him; and soon after
                  he went away, I had some further discourse with the old Christian, added to some
                  profitable reading, which made me exceedingly happy. When I left him he reminded
                  me <pb n="135" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p135.jpg"/> of coming to the feast; I
                  assured him I would be there. Thus we parted, and I weighed over the heavenly
                  conversation that had passed between these two men, which cheered my then heavy
                  and drooping spirit more than any thing I had met with for many months. However, I
                  thought the time long in going to my supposed banquet. I also wished much for the
                  company of these friendly men; their company pleased me much; and I thought the
                  gentleman very kind in asking me, a stranger, to a feast; but how singular did it
                  appear to me, to have it in a chapel! When the wished for hour came I went, and
                  happily the old man was there, who kindly seated me, as he belonged to the place.
                  I was much astonished to see the place filled with people, and no signs of eating
                  and drinking. There were many ministers in the company. At last they began <pb n="136" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p136.jpg"/> by giving out hymns, and
                  between the singing, the ministers engaged in prayer: in short, I knew not what to
                  make of this sight, having never seen any thing of the kind in my life before now.
                  some of the guests began to speak their experience, agreeable to what I read in
                  the scriptures: much was said by every speaker of the providence of God, and his
                  unspeakable mercies, to each of them. This I knew in a great measure, and could
                  most heartily join them. But when they spoke of a future state, they seemed to be
                  altogether certain of their calling and election of God; and that no one could
                  ever seperate them from the love of Christ, or pluck them out of his hands. This
                  filled me with utter consternation, intermingled with admiration. I was so amazed
                  as not to know what to think of the com pany; my heart was attracted, and my <pb n="137" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p137.jpg"/> affections were enlarged. I
                  wished to be as happy as them, and was persuaded in my mind that they were
                  different from the world 'that lieth in wickedness,'
                  1 John v. 19. Their language and singing, &amp;c. did well harmonize; I was
                  entirely overcome, and wished to live and die thus. Lastly, some persons in the
                  place produced some neat baskets full of buns, which they distributed about; and
                  each person communicated with his neighbour, and sipped water out of different
                  mugs, which they handed about to all who were present. This kind of Christian
                  fellow ship I had never seen, nor ever thought of seeing on earth; it fully
                  reminded me of what I had read in the holy scrip tures, of the primitive
                  Christians, who loved each other and broke bread; in partaking of it, even from
                  house to house. This entertainment (which lasted about four hours) ended in
                  singing <pb n="138" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p138.jpg"/> and prayer. It was
                  the first soul feast I ever was present at. This last twenty-four hours produced
                  me things, spiritual and temporal, sleeping and waking, judgment and mercy, that I
                  could not but admire the goodness of God, in directing the blind, blasphem ous
                  sinner in the path that he knew not of, even among the just; and instead of
                  judgment he has shewed mercy, and will hear and answer the prayers and
                  supplications of every returning prodigal: <quote>
                     <lg>
                        <l>O! to grace how great a debtor</l>
                        <l>Daily I'm constrain'd to be!</l>
                     </lg>
                  </quote>
               </p>
               <p>After this I was resolved to win Heaven if possible; and if I perished I thought
                  it should be at the feet of Jesus, in praying to him for salvation. After having
                  been an eye-witness to some of the happiness which attended those who feared God,
                  I knew not how, with any <pb n="139" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p139.jpg"/>
                  propriety, to return to my lodgings, where the name of God was continually
                  profaned, at which I felt the greatest horror; I paused in my mind for some time,
                  not knowing what to do; whether to hire a bed elsewhere, or go home again. At
                  last fearing an evil report might arise, I went home, with a farewel to
                  card-playing and vain jesting, &amp;c. I saw that time was very short, eternity
                  long, and very near; and I viewed those persons alone blessed who were found ready
                  at midnight call, or when the judge of all, both quick and dead, cometh.</p>
               <p>The next day I took courage, and went to Holborn, to see my new and worthy
                  acquaintance, the old man, Mr. C—; he, with his wife, a gracious woman, were at
                  work at silk weaving; they seemed mutually happy, and both quite glad to see me,
                  and I <pb n="140" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p140.jpg"/> more so to see them. I
                  sat down and we conversed much about soul matters, &amp;c. Their discourse was
                  amazingly delightful, edifying, and pleasant. I knew not at last how to leave this
                  agreeable pair, till time summoned me away. As I was going they lent me a little
                  book, entitled "The conversion of an Indian." It was in questions and answers. The
                  poor man came over the sea to London, to inquire after the Christian's God, who,
                  (through rich mercy) he found, and had not his journey in vain. The above book was
                  of great use to me, and at that time was a means of strengthening my faith;
                  however, in parting, they both invited me to call on them when I pleased. This
                  delighted me, and I took care to make all the improvement from it I could; and so
                  far I thanked God for such com pany and desires. I prayed that the <pb n="141" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p141.jpg"/> many evils I felt within might be
                  done away, and that I might be weaned from my former carnal acquaintances. This
                  was quickly heard and answered, and I was soon connected with those whom the
                  scripture calls the excellent of the earth. I heard the gospel preached, and the
                  thoughts of my heart and actions were laid open by the preachers, and the way of
                  salvation by Christ alone was evidently set forth. Thus I went on happily for near
                  two months; and I once heard, during this period, a reverend gentleman Mr. G.
                  speak of a man who had departed this life in full assurance of his going to glory
                  I was much asto nished at the assertion; and did very deliberately inquire how he
                  could get at this knowledge. I was answered fully, agreeable to what I read in the
                  oracles of truth; and was told also, that if I did not experience the new birth,
                     <pb n="142" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p142.jpg"/> and the pardon of my
                  sins, through the blood of Christ, before I died, I could not enter the kingdom of
                  heaven. I knew not what to think of this report, as I thought I kept eight
                  commandments out of ten; then my worthy interpreter told me I did not do it, nor
                  could I; and he added, that no man ever did or could keep the commandments,
                  without offending in one point. I thought this sounded very strange, and puzzled
                  me much for many weeks; for I thought it a hard saying. I then asked my friend Mr.
                  L—d, who was a clerk in a chapel, why the commandments of God were given, if we
                  could not be saved by them? To which he replied, 'The law is a schoolmaster to bring us to
                     Christ,' who alone could and did keep the commandments, and fulfilled
                  all their requirements for his elect people, even those to whom he had given <pb n="143" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p143.jpg"/> a living faith, and the sins
                  of those chosen vessels <hi rend="italic">were already</hi> atoned for and
                  forgiven them whilst living; and if I did not experience the same before my exit,
                  the Lord would say at that great day to me, 'Go, ye
                     cursed,' &amp;c. &amp;c. for God would appear faithful in his judgments
                  to the wicked, as he would be faithful in shewing mercy to those were ordained to
                  it before the world was; therefore Christ Jesus seemed to be all in all to that
                  man's soul. I was much wounded at this discourse, and brought into such a dilemma
                  as I never expected. I asked him, if <hi rend="italic">he</hi> was to die that
                  moment, whether he was sure to enter the kingdom of God? and added, 'Do you <hi rend="italic">know</hi> that your sins are forgiven
                     you?' He answered in the affirmative. Then confusion, anger, and
                  discontent seized me, and I staggered much at this sort of doctrine; it <pb n="144" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p144.jpg"/> brought me to a stand, not
                  knowing which to believe, whether salvation by works, or by faith only in Christ.
                  I requested him to tell me how I might know when my sins were forgiven me. He
                  assured me he could not, and that none but God alone could do this. I told him it
                  was very mysterious; but he said it was really matter of fact, and quoted many
                  portions of scripture immediately to the point, to which I could make no reply. He
                  then desired me to pray to God to shew me these things. I answered, that I prayed
                  to God every day? He said, 'I perceive you are
                     a churchman. I answered, I was. He then entreated me to beg of God to
                  shew me what I was, and the true state of my soul. I thought the prayer very short
                  and odd; so we parted for that time. I weighed all these things well over, and
                  could not help thinking how it was possible for a man to know <pb n="145" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p145.jpg"/> that his sins were forgiven him in
                  this life. I wished that God would reveal this self same thing unto me. In a short
                  time after this I went to Westminster chapel; the Rev. Mr. P— preached from Lam.
                  iii. 39. It was a wonderful sermon; he clearly shewed that a living man had no
                  cause to complain for the punishments of his sins; he evidently justified the Lord
                  in all his dealings with the sons of men; he also shewed the justice of God in the
                  eternal punishment of the wicked and impenitent. The discourse seemed to me like a
                  two-edged sword cutting all ways; it afforded me much joy, intermingled with many
                  fears about my soul; and when it was ended, he gave it out that he intended, the
                  ensuing week, to examine all those who meant to attend the Lord's table. Now I
                  thought much of my good works, and at the same time was doubtful <pb n="146" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p146.jpg"/> of my being a proper object to re
                  ceive the sacrament; I was full of me ditation till the day of examining. However,
                  I went to the chapel, and, though much distressed, I addressed the reverend
                  gentleman, thinking if I was not right, he would endeavour to convince me of it.
                  When I conversed with him, the first thing he asked me, was, what I knew of
                  Christ? I told him I believed in him, and had been baptized in his name. 'Then,' said he, 'when
                     were you brought to the knowledge of God? and how were you convinced of
                     sin?' I knew not what he meant by these questions; I told him I kept
                  eight commandments out of ten; but that I sometimes swore on board ship, and
                  sometimes when on shore, and broke the sabbath. He then asked me if I could read?
                  I answered, 'Yes.' 'Then,' said he, 'do you not read
                     in the bible <pb n="147" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p147.jpg"/> he that
                     offends in one point is guilty of all?' I said, 'Yes.' Then he assured me, that one sin unatoned for was as sufficient
                  to damn a soul as one leak was to sink a ship. Here I was struck with awe; for the
                  minister exhorted me much, and reminded me of the shortness of time, and the
                  length of eternity, and that no unregenerate soul, or any thing unclean, could
                  enter the kingdom of Heaven.</p>
               <p>He did not admit me as a communicant; but recommended me to read the scriptures,
                  and hear the word preached, not to neglect fervent prayer to God, who has promised
                  to hear the suppli cations of those who seek him in godly sincerity; so I took my
                  leave of him, with many thanks, and resolved to follow his advice, so far as the
                  Lord would condescend to enable me. During this time I was out of employ, nor was
                  I <pb n="148" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p148.jpg"/> likely to get a situation
                  suitable for me, which obliged me to go once more to sea. I engaged as steward of
                  a ship called the Hope, Capt. Richard strange, bound from London to Cadiz in
                  spain. In a short time after I was on board I heard the name of God much blas
                  phemed, and I feared greatly, lest I should catch the horrible infection. I
                  thought if I sinned again, after having life and death set evidently before me, I
                  should certainly go to hell. My mind was uncommonly chagrined, and I murmured much
                  at God's providential dealings with me, and was discontented with the
                  commandments, that I could not be saved by what I had done; I hated all things,
                  and wished I had never been born; confusion seized me, and I wished to be
                  annihilated. One day I was standing on the very edge of the stern of the ship,
                  thinking to drown <pb n="149" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p149.jpg"/> myself;
                  but this scripture was instantly impressed on my mind—'That no murderer hath eternal life abiding in
                     him,' 1 John iii. 15. Then I paused, and thought myself the unhappiest
                  man living. Again I was convinced that the Lord was better to me than I deserved,
                  and I was better off in the world than many. After this I began to fear death; I
                  fretted, mourned, and prayed, till I became a burden to others, but more so to
                  myself. At length I concluded to beg my bread on shore rather than go again to sea
                  amongst a people who feared not God, and I entreated the captain three different
                  times to discharge me; he would not, but each time gave me greater and greater
                  encouragement to continue with him, and all on board shewed me very great
                  civility: notwithstanding all this I was unwilling to embark again. At last some
                  of my <pb n="150" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p150.jpg"/> religious friends
                  advised me, by saying it was my lawful calling, consequently it was my duty to
                  obey, and that God was not confined to place, &amp;c. &amp;c. particularly Mr. G.
                  S. the governor of Tothil-fields Bridewell, who pitied my case, and read the
                  eleventh chapter of the Hebrews to me, with exhortations. He prayed for me, and I
                  believed that he prevailed on my behalf, as my burden was then greatly removed,
                  and I found a heartfelt resignation to the will of God. The good man gave me a
                  pocket Bible and <ref target="alarm_" corresp="alarm">Alleine's Alarm to the
                     Unconverted </ref>. We parted, and the next day I went on board again. We
                  sailed for Spain, and I found favour with the captain. It was the fourth of the
                  month of September when we sailed from London; we had a delightful voyage to
                  Cadiz, where we arrived the twenty-third of the same month. The place <pb n="151" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p151.jpg"/> is strong, commands a fine prospect,
                  and is very rich. The Spanish galloons frequent that port, and some arrived whilst
                  we were there. I had many opportunities of reading the scriptures. I wrestled hard
                  with God in fervent prayer, who had declared in his word that he would hear the
                  groanings and deep sighs of the poor in spirit. I found this verified to my utter
                  astonishment and comfort in the following manner:</p>
               <p>On the morning of the 6th of October, (I pray you to attend) all that day, I
                  thought that I should either see or hear something supernatural. I had a secret
                  impulse on my mind of something that was to take place, which drove me continually
                  for that time to a throne of grace. It pleased God to enable me to wrestle with
                  him, as Jacob did: I prayed that if sudden death were to happen, and I perished,
                  it might be at Christ's feet.</p>
               <p>
                  <pb n="152" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p152.jpg"/> In the evening of the same
                  day, as I was reading and meditating on the fourth chapter of the Acts, <ref target="acts_" corresp="acts">twelfth verse </ref>, under the solemn
                  apprehensions of eternity, and reflecting on my past actions, I began to think I
                  had lived a moral life, and that I had a proper ground to believe I had an
                  interest in the divine favour; but still meditating on the subject, not knowing
                  whether salvation was to be had partly for our own good deeds, or solely as the
                  sovereign gift of God;—in this deep consternation the Lord was pleased to break in
                  upon my soul with his bright beams of heavenly light; and in an instant as it
                  were, removing the veil, and letting light into a dark place, I saw clearly with
                  the eye of faith the crucified Saviour bleeding on the cross on mount Calvary: the
                  scriptures became an unsealed book, I saw myself a condemned criminal under the
                  law, <pb n="153" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p153.jpg"/> which came with its
                  full force to my conscience, and when 'the
                     commandment came sin revived, and I died.' I saw the Lord Jesus Christ
                  in his humiliation, loaded and bearing my reproach, sin, and shame. I then clearly
                  perceived that by the deeds of the law no flesh living could be justified. I was
                  then convinced that by the first Adam sin came, and by the second Adam (the Lord
                  Jesus Christ) all that are saved must be made alive. It was given me at that time
                  to know what it was to be born again, <ref target="bornagain_" corresp="bornagain">John iii. 5.</ref> I saw the eighth chapter to the Romans, and the doctrines
                  of God's decrees, verified agreeable to his eternal, everlasting, and unchangeable
                  purposes. The word of God was sweet to my taste, yea sweeter than honey and the
                  honeycomb. Christ was revealed to my soul as the chiefest among ten thousand.
                  These heavenly moments <pb n="154" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p154.jpg"/> were
                  really as life to the dead, and what John calls an earnest of the <ref target="spirit_" corresp="spirit">spirit*</ref>. This
                  was indeed unspeakable, and I firmly believe undeniable by many. Now every leading
                  providential circumstance that happened to me, from the day I was taken from my
                  parents to that hour, was then in my view, as if it had but just then occurred. I
                  was sensible of the invisible hand of God, which guided and protected me when in
                  truth I knew it not: still the Lord pursued me although I slighted and disregarded
                  it; this mercy melted me down. When I considered my poor wretched state I wept,
                  seeing what a great debtor I was to sovereign free grace. Now the Ethiopian was
                  willing to be saved by Jesus Christ, the sinner's only surety, and also to rely on
                  none other person or thing for salvation. <note xml:id="spirit" target="spirit_">* John xvi. 13, 14. &amp;c. [Equiano's note]</note>
                  <pb n="155" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p155.jpg"/> Self was obnoxious, and good
                  works he had none, for it is God that worketh in us both to will and to do. Oh!
                  The amazing things of that hour can never be told—it was joy in the Holy Ghost! I
                  felt an astonishing change; the burden of sin, the gaping jaws of hell, and the
                  fears of death, that weighed me down before, now lost their horror; indeed I
                  thought death would now be the best earthly friend I ever had. Such were my grief
                  and joy as I believe are seldom experienced. I was bathed in tears, and said, What
                  am I that God should thus look on me the vilest of sinners? I felt a deep concern
                  for my mother and friends, which occasioned me to pray with fresh <ref target="ardour_" corresp="ardour">ardour</ref>, and in the abyss of thought, I
                  viewed the unconverted people of the world in a very awful state, being without
                  God and without hope.</p>
               <p>
                  <pb n="156" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p156.jpg"/> It pleased God to pour out
                  on me the Spirit of prayer and the grace of <ref target="supplication_" corresp="supplication">supplication</ref>, so that in loud acclamations I was
                  enabled to praise and glorify his most holy name. When I got out of the cabin, and
                  told some of the people what the Lord had done for me, alas, who could understand
                  me or believe my report!—None but to whom the arm of the Lord was revealed. I
                  became a barbarian to them in talking of the love of Christ: his name was to me as
                  ointment poured forth; indeed it was sweet to my soul, but to them a rock of
                  offence. I thought my case singular, and every hour a day until I came to London,
                  for I much longed to be with some to whom I could tell of the wonders of God's
                  love towards me, and join in prayer to him whom my soul loved and thirsted after.
                  I had uncommon commotions within, such as few can tell aught about. Now the bible
                  was my <pb n="157" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p157.jpg"/> only companion and
                  comfort; I prized it much, with many thanks to God that I could read it for
                  myself, and was not left to be tossed about or led by man's devices and notions.
                  The worth of a soul cannot be told.—May the Lord give the reader an understanding
                  in this. Whenever I looked in the bible I saw things new, and many texts were
                  immediately applied to me with great comfort, for I knew that to me was the word
                  of salvation sent. Sure I was that the spirit which <ref target="indited_" corresp="indited">indited</ref> the word opened my heart to receive the truth
                  of it as it is in Jesus—that the same spirit enabled me to act faith upon the
                  promises that were precious to me, and enabled me to believe to the salvation of
                  my soul. By free grace I was persuaded that I had a part in the first
                  resurrection, and was enlightened with the 'light of the
                     living,' Job xxxiii. 30. <pb n="158" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p158.jpg"/> I wished for a man of God with whom I
                  might converse: my soul was like the chariots of <ref target="aminadab_" corresp="aminadab">Aminadab</ref>, Canticles vi. 12. These among others, were
                  the precious promises that were so powerfully applied to me: 'All things whatsoever ye shall ask in prayer,
                     believing, ye shall receive,' Matt. xxi. 22. 'Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto
                     you,' John xiv. 27. I saw the blessed Redeemer to be the fountain of
                  life, and the well of salvation. I experienced him to be all in all; he had
                  brought me by a way that I knew not, and he had made crooked paths straight. Then
                  in his name I set up my Ebenezer, saying, Hitherto he hath helped me: and could
                  say to the sinners about me, Behold what a saviour I have! Thus I was, by the
                  teaching of that all-glorious Deity, the great One in Three, and Three in One,
                  confirmed in the truths of the bible, those oracles <pb n="159" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p159.jpg"/> of everlasting truth, on which every
                  soul living must stand or fall eternally, agreeable to Acts iv. 12. 'Neither is there salvation in any other, for there
                     is none other name under heaven given among men whereby we must be saved, but
                     only Christ Jesus.' May God give the reader a right understanding in
                  these facts! 'To him that believeth, all things
                     are possible, but to them that are unbelieving nothing is pure, Titus
                  i. 15.</p>
               <p>During this period we remained at Cadiz until our ship got <ref target="laden_" corresp="laden">laden</ref>. We sailed about the fourth of November; and,
                  having a good passage, we arrived in London the month following, to my comfort,
                  with heartfelt gratitude to God for his rich and unspeakable mercies.</p>
               <p>On my return I had but one text which puzzled me, or that the devil <pb n="160" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p160.jpg"/> endeavoured to buffet me with, viz.
                     <ref target="romans_" corresp="romans">Rom. xi. 6.</ref> and, as I had heard of
                  the Reverend Mr. Romaine, and his great knowledge in the scriptures, I wished much
                  to hear him preach. One day I went to <ref target="blackfriars_" corresp="blackfriars">Blackfriars church</ref>, and, to my great satisfaction
                  and surprise, he preached from that very text. He very clearly <ref target="shewed_" corresp="shewed">shewed</ref> the difference between human
                  works and free election, which is according to God's sovereign will and pleasure.
                  These glad tidings set me entirely at liberty, and I went out of the church
                  rejoicing, seeing my spots were those of God's Children. I went to Westminster
                  Chapel, and saw some of my old friends, who were glad when they perceived the
                  wonderful change that the Lord had wrought in me, particularly Mr. G— s—, my
                  worthy acquaintance, who was a man of a choice spirit, and had great zeal <pb n="161" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p161.jpg"/> sor the Lord's service. I
                  enjoyed his correspondence till he died in the year 1784. I was again examined at
                  that same chapel, and was received into church-fellowship amongst them: I rejoiced
                  in spirit, making melody in my heart to the God of all my mercies, Now my whole
                  wish was to be dissolved, and to be with Christ—but, alas! I must wait mine
                  appointed time.</p>
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                  <body>
                     <pb n="162" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p162.jpg"/>
                     <div>
                     <head>MISCELLANEOUS VERSES, OR, Reflections on the state of my Mind during my
                        first Convictions, of the Necessity of believing the Truth, and experiencing
                        the inestimable Benefits of Christianity.</head>
                                    </div>
                     <div>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Well may I say my life has been</l>
                        <l>One scene of sorrow and of pain;</l>
                        <l>From early days I griefs have known,</l>
                        <l>And as I grew my griefs have grown:</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Dangers were always in my path;</l>
                        <l>And fear of wrath, and sometimes death;</l>
                        <l>While pale dejection in me reign'd</l>
                        <l>I often wept, by grief constrain'd.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>When taken from my native land,</l>
                        <l>By an unjust and cruel band,</l>
                        <l>How did uncommon dread prevail!</l>
                        <l>My sighs no more I could conceal.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>To ease my mind I often strove,</l>
                        <l>And tried my trouble to remove:</l>
                        <l>I sung, and utter'd sighs between—</l>
                        <l>Assay'd to stifle guilt with sin.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <pb n="163" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p163.jpg"/>
                     <lg>
                        <l>But O' not all that I could do</l>
                        <l>Would stop the current of my woe;</l>
                        <l>Conviction still my vileness shew'd;</l>
                        <l>How great my guilt—how lost to good!</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>' Prevented, that I could not die,</l>
                        <l>' Nor could to one sure refuge fly;</l>
                        <l>' An orphan state I had to mourn,—</l>
                        <l>' Forsook by all, and left forlorn.'</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Those who beheld my downcast mein,</l>
                        <l>Could not guess at my woes unseen:</l>
                        <l>They by appearance could not know</l>
                        <l>The troubles that I waded through.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Lust, anger, blasphemy, and pride,</l>
                        <l>With legions of such ills beside,</l>
                        <l>' Troubled my thoughts,' while doubts and fears</l>
                        <l>Clouded and darken'd most my years.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>'Sighs now no more would be confin'd—</l>
                        <l>'They breath'd the trouble of my mind:'</l>
                        <l>I wish'd for death, but check'd the word,</l>
                        <l>And often pray'd unto the Lord.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Unhappy, more than some on earth,</l>
                        <l>I thought the place that gave me birth—</l>
                        <l>strange thoughts oppress'd—while I replied</l>
                        <l>" Why not in Ethiopia died?"</l>
                     </lg>
                     <pb n="164" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p164.jpg"/>
                     <lg>
                        <l>And why thus spar'd when nigh to hell?—</l>
                        <l>God only knew—I could not tell!</l>
                        <l>' A tott ring fence a bowing wall,'</l>
                        <l>' I thought myself ere since the fall.'</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Oft times I mus'd, and nigh despair,</l>
                        <l>While birds melodious fill'd the air:</l>
                        <l>' Thrice happy songsters, ever free,'</l>
                        <l>How blest were they, compar'd to me!</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Thus all things added to my pain,</l>
                        <l>While grief compell'd me to complain;</l>
                        <l>When sable clouds began to rise</l>
                        <l>My mind grew darker than the skies.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>The English nation call'd to leave,</l>
                        <l>How did my breast with sorrows heave!</l>
                        <l>I long'd for rest—cried "Help me, Lord!</l>
                        <l>" some mitigation, Lord, afford!"</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Yet on, dejected, still I went—</l>
                        <l>Heart-throbbing woes within me pent;</l>
                        <l>Nor land, nor sea, could comfort give,</l>
                        <l>Nor aught my anxious mind relieve.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Weary with troubles yet unknown</l>
                        <l>To all but God and self alone,</l>
                        <l>Numerous months for peace I strove,</l>
                        <l>Numerous foes I had to prove.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <pb n="165" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p165.jpg"/>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Inur'd to dangers, griefs, and woes,</l>
                        <l>Train'd up midst perils, death, and foes,</l>
                        <l>said, "Must it thus ever be?—</l>
                        <l>" No quiet is permitted me."</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Hard hap, and more than heavy lot!</l>
                        <l>I pray'd to God "Forget me not—</l>
                        <l>" What thou ordain'st help me to bear;</l>
                        <l>" But O! deliver from despair!"</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>strivings and wrestling seem'd in vain;</l>
                        <l>Nothing I did could ease my pain:</l>
                        <l>Then gave I up my work and will,</l>
                        <l>Consess'd and own'd my doom was hell!</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Like some poor pris'ner at the bar,</l>
                        <l>Conscious of guilt, of sin and fear,</l>
                        <l>Arraign'd, and self-condemn'd, I stood—</l>
                        <l>' Lost in the world and in my blood!'</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Yet here, 'midst blackest clouds confin'd,</l>
                        <l>A beam from Christ, the day-star shin'd;</l>
                        <l>surely, thought I, if Jesus please,</l>
                        <l>He can at once sign my release.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>I, ignorant of his righteousness,</l>
                        <l>set up my labours in its place;</l>
                        <l>' Forgot for why his blood was shed,</l>
                        <l>' And pray'd and fasted in its stead.'</l>
                     </lg>
                     <pb n="166" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p166.jpg"/>
                     <lg>
                        <l>He dy'd for sinners—I am one!</l>
                        <l>Might not his blood for me atone?</l>
                        <l>Tho' I am nothing else but sin,</l>
                        <l>Yet surely he can make me clean!</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Thus light came in, and I believ'd;</l>
                        <l>Myself forgot, and help receiv'd!</l>
                        <l>My saviour then I know I found,</l>
                        <l>For, eas'd from guilt no more I groan'd.</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>O, happy hour, in which I ceas'd</l>
                        <l>To mourn, for then I found a rest!</l>
                        <l>My soul and Christ were now as one—</l>
                        <l>Thy light, O Jesus, in me shone!</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>Bless'd be thy name, for now I know</l>
                        <l>I and my works can nothing do;</l>
                        <l>"The Lord alone can ransom man—</l>
                        <l>"For this the spotless Lamb was slain!"</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>When sacrifices, works, and pray'r,</l>
                        <l>Prov'd vain, and ineffectual were,</l>
                        <l>" Lo, then I come!" the savior cry'd,</l>
                        <l>And bleeding, bow'd his head and dy'd!</l>
                     </lg>
                     <lg>
                        <l>He dy'd for all who ever saw</l>
                        <l>No help in them, nor by the law:—</l>
                        <l>I this have seen; and gladly own</l>
                        <l>"Salvation is by Christ <ref target="alone_" corresp="alone">alone*</ref>!"</l>
                     </lg>
                                    </div>
                  </body>
               </floatingText>
               <note xml:id="alone" target="alone_">* Act. iv. 12. [Equiano's Note]</note>
            </div>
            <pb n="167" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p167.jpg"/>
            <div n="11" type="chapter">
               <head>CHAP. XI.</head>
               
                  <p>
                     <hi rend="italic">The author embarks on board a ship bound for Cadiz—Is near
                        being shipwrecked—Goes to Malaga—Remarkable fine cathedral there—The author
                        disputes with a popish priest—Picking up eleven miserable men at sea in
                        returning to England—Engages again with Doctor Irving to accompany him to
                        Jamaica and the Musquito shore—Meets with an Indian prince on board—The
                        author attempts to instruct him in the truths of the Gospel—Frustrated by
                        the bad example of some in the ship—They arrive on the Musquito shore with
                        some slaves they purchased at Jamaica, and begin to cultivate a
                        plantation—some account of the manners and customs of the Musquito</hi>
                     <pb n="168" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p168.jpg"/>
                     <hi rend="italic">Indians—successful device of the author's to quell a riot
                        among them—Curious entertainment given by them to Doctor Irving and the
                        author, who leaves the shore and goes for Jamaica—Is barbarously treated by
                        a man with whom he engaged for his passage—Escapes and goes to the Musquito
                        admiral, who treats him kindly—He gets another vessel and goes on
                        board—Instances of bad treatment—Meets Doctor Irving—Gets to Jamaica—Is
                        cheated by his captain—Leaves the Doctor and goes for England.</hi>
                  </p>
               
               <p>WHEN our ship was got ready for sea again, I was intreated by the captain to go in
                  her once more; but, as I felt myself now as happy as I could with to be in this
                  life, I for some time refused; however, the advice of my friends at last
                  prevailed; and, in full resignation to the will of God, I again <pb n="169" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p169.jpg"/> embarked for Cadiz in March 1775. We
                  had a very good passage, without any material accident, until we arrived off the
                  Bay of Cadiz; when one Sunday, just as we were going into the harbour, the ship
                  struck against a rock and knocked off a garboard plank, which is the next to the
                  keel. In an instant all hands were in the greatest confusion, and began with loud
                  cries to call on God to have mercy on them. Although I could not swim, and saw no
                  way of escaping death, I felt no dread in my then situation, having no desire to
                  live. I even rejoiced in spirit, thinking this death would be sudden glory. But
                  the fulness of time was not yet come. The people near to me were much astonished
                  in seeing me thus calm and resigned; but I told them of the peace of God, which
                  through sovereign grace I enjoyed, and <pb n="170" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p170.jpg"/> these words were that instant in my
                  mind: <quote>
                     <lg>
                        <l>"Christ is my pilot wise, my compass is his word;</l>
                        <l>"My soul each storm desies, while I have such a Lord.</l>
                        <l>"I trust his faithfulness and power,</l>
                        <l>"To save me in the trying hour.</l>
                        <l>"Though rocks and quicksands deep through all my passage lie,</l>
                        <l>"Yet Christ shall safely keep and guide me with his eye,</l>
                        <l>"How can I sink with such a prop,</l>
                        <l>"That bears the world and all things up?"</l>
                     </lg>
                  </quote>
               </p>
               <p>At this time there were many large Spanish flukers or passage-vessels full of
                  people crossing the channel; who seeing our condition, a number of them came
                  alongside of us. As many hands as could be employed began to work; some at our
                  three pumps, and the rest unloading the ship as fast as possible. There being only
                  a single rock called the Porpus on which we struck, we soon got off it, and
                  providentially it was then high water, we therefore run the ship <pb n="171" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p171.jpg"/> ashore at the nearest place to keep
                  her from sinking. After many tides, with a great deal of care and industry, we got
                  her repaired again. When we had dispatched our business at Cadiz, we went to
                  Gibraltar, and from thence to Malaga, a very pleasant and rich city, where there
                  is one of the finest cathedrals I had ever seen. It had been above fifty years in
                  building, as I heard, though it was not then quite finished; great parts of the
                  inside, however, was completed and highly decorated with the richest marble
                  columns and many superb paintings; it was lighted occasionally by an amazing
                  number of wax tapers of different sizes, some of which were as thick as a man's
                  thigh; these, however, were only used on some of their grand festivals.</p>
               <p>I was very much shocked at the custom of bull-baiting, and other diversions <pb n="172" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p172.jpg"/> which prevailed here on
                  Sunday evenings, to the great scandal of Christianity and morals. I used to
                  express my <ref target="abhorrence_" corresp="abhorrence">abhorrence</ref> of it
                  to a priest whom I met with. I had frequent contests about religion with the
                  reverend father, in which he took great pains to make a proselyte of me to his
                  church; and I no less to convert him to mine. On these occasions I used to produce
                  my Bible, and shew him in what points his church erred. He then said he had been
                  in England, and that every person there read the Bible, which was very wrong; but
                  I answered him that Christ desired us to search the scriptures. In his zeal for my
                  conversion, he solicited me to go to one of the universities in Spain, and
                  declared that I should have my education free; and told me, if I got myself made a
                  priest, I might in time <pb n="173" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p173.jpg"/>
                  become even pope; and that Pope Benedict was a black man. As I was ever desirous
                  of learning, I paused for some time upon this temptation; and thought by being
                  crafty I might catch some with <ref target="guile_" corresp="guile">guile</ref>;
                  but I began to think that it would be only hypocrisy in me to embrace his offer,
                  as I could not in conscience conform to the opinions of his church. I was
                  therefore enabled to regard the word of God, which says, 'Come out from amongst them,' and refused Father Vincent's offer. so
                  we parted without conviction on either side.</p>
               <p>Having taken at this place some fine wines, fruits, and money, we proceeded to
                  Cadiz, where we took about two tons more of money, &amp;c. and then sailed for
                  England in the month of June. When we were about the north latitude 42, we had
                  contrary wind for <pb n="174" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p174.jpg"/> several
                  days, and the ship did not make in that time above six or seven miles strait
                  course. This made the captain exceeding fretful and peevish: and I was very sorry
                  to hear God's most holy name often blasphemed by him. One day, as he was in that
                     <ref target="impious_" corresp="impious">impious</ref> mood, a young gentleman
                  on board, who was a passenger, reproached him, and said he acted wrong; for we
                  ought to be thankful to God for all things, as we were not in want of any thing on
                  board; and though the wind was contrary for us, yet it was fair for some others,
                  who, perhaps, stood in more need of it than we. I immediately seconded this young
                  gentleman with some boldness, and said we had not the least cause to murmur, for
                  that the Lord was better to us than we deserved, and that he had done all things
                  well. I expected that the captain <pb n="175" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p175.jpg"/> would be very angry with me for
                  speaking, but he replied not a word. However, before that time on the following
                  day, being the 21st of June, much to our great joy and astonishment, we saw the
                  providential hand of our benign Creator, whose ways with his blind creatures are
                  past finding out. The preceding night I dreamed that I saw a boat immediately off
                  the starboard main shrouds; and exactly at half past one o'clock, the following
                  day at noon, while I was below, just as we had dined in the cabin, the man at the
                  helm cried out, A boat! which brought my dream that instant into my mind. I was
                  the first man that jumped on the deck; and looking from the shrouds onward,
                  according to my dream, I descried a little boat at some distance; but, as the
                  waves were high, it was as much as we could do sometimes to discern <pb n="176" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p176.jpg"/> her; we however stopped the ship's
                  way, and the boat, which was extremely small, came alongside with eleven miserable
                  men, whom we took on board immediately. To all human appearance, these people must
                  have perished in the course of one hour or less, the boat being small, it barely
                  contained them. When we took them up they were half drowned, and had no victuals,
                  compass, water, or any other necessary whatsoever, and had only one bit of an oar
                  to steer with, and that right before the wind; so that they were obliged to trust
                  entirely to the mercy of the waves. As soon as we got them all on board, they
                  bowed themselves on their knees, and, with hands and voices lifted up to heaven,
                  thanked God for their deliverance; and I trust that my prayers were not wanting
                  amongst them at the same <pb n="177" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p177.jpg"/>
                  time. This mercy of the Lord quite melted me, and I recollected his words, which I
                  faw thus verified in the 107th Psalm, 'O give
                     thanks unto the Lord, for he is good, for his mercy endureth for ever. Hungry
                     and thirsty, their souls fainted in them. They cried unto the Lord in their
                     trouble, and he delivered them out of their distressess. And he led them forth
                     by the right way, that they might go to a city of habitation. O that men would
                     praise the Lord for his goodness and for his wonderful works to the children of
                     men! For he satisfieth the longing soul, and silleth the hungry soul with
                     goodness. </p>      
                 <p> 'Such as sit in darkness and in the shadow of
                     death:</p>
               
               <p>
                  'Then they cried unto the Lord in their
                     trouble, and he saved them out of their distresses. They that go down <pb n="178" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p178.jpg"/> to the sea in ships; that
                     do business in great waters: these see the works of the Lord, and his wonders
                     in the deep. Whoso is wise and will observe these things, even they shall
                     understand the loving kindness of the Lord.' </p>
              
               <p>The poor distressed captain said, 'that the
                     Lord is good; for, seeing that I am not fit to die, he therefore gave me a
                     space of time to repent.' I was very glad to hear this expression, and
                  took an opportunity when convenient of talking to him on the providence of God.
                  They told us they were Portuguese, and were in a brig loaded with corn, which
                  shifted that morning at five o'clock, owing to which the vessel sunk that instant
                  with two of the crew; and how these eleven got into the boat (which was lashed to
                  the deck) not one of them could tell. <pb n="179" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p179.jpg"/> We provided them with every
                  necessary, and brought them all safe to Lon don: and I hope the Lord gave them
                  repentance unto life eternal.</p>
               <p>I was happy once more amongst my friends and brethren, till November, when my old
                  friend, the celebrated Doctor Irving, bought a remarkable fine sloop, about 150
                  tons. He had a mind for a new adventure in cultivating a plantation at Jamaica,
                  and the Musquito shore; asked me to go with him, and said that he would trust me
                  with his estate in preference to any one. By the advice, therefore, of my friends,
                  I accepted of the offer, knowing that the harvest was fully ripe in those parts,
                  and hoped to be an instrument under God, of bringing some poor sinner to my well
                  beloved master, Jesus Christ. Before I embarked, I found with the Doctor four
                  Masquito <pb n="180" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p180.jpg"/> Indians, who were
                  chiefs in their own country, and were brought here by some English traders for
                  some selfish ends. One of them was the Musquito king's son; a youth of about
                  eighteen years of age; and whilst he was here he was baptized by the name of
                  George. They were going back at the government's expense, after having been in
                  England about twelve months, during which they learned to speak pretty good
                  English. When I came to talk to them about eight days before we sailed, I was very
                  much mortified in finding that they had not frequented any churches since they
                  were here, to be baptized, nor was any attention paid to their morals. I was very
                  sorry for this mock Christianity, and had just an opportunity to take some of them
                  once to church before we sailed. We embarked in the month of November <pb n="181" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p181.jpg"/> 1776, on board of the sloop Morning
                  star, Captain David Miller, and sailed for Jamaica. In our passage, I took all the
                  pains that I could to instruct the Indian prince in the doctrines of Christianity,
                  of which he was entirely ignorant; and, to my great joy, he was quite attentive,
                  and received with gladness the truths that the Lord enabled me to set forth to
                  him. I taught him in the compass of eleven days all the letters, and he could put
                  even two or three of them together and spell them. I had Fox's Martyrology with
                  cuts, and he used to be very fond of looking into it, and would ask many questions
                  about the papal cruelties he saw depicted there, which I explained to him. I made
                  such progress with this youth, especially in religion, that when I used to go to
                  bed at different hours of the night, if he was in his bed, he would <pb n="182" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p182.jpg"/> get up on purpose to go to prayer
                  with me, without any other clothes than his shirt; and before he would eat any of
                  his meals amongst the gentlemen in the cabin, he would sirst come to me to pray as
                  he called it. I was well pleased at this, and took great delight in him, and used
                  much supplication to God for his conversion. I was in full hope of seeing daily
                  every appearance of that change which I could wish; not knowing the devices of
                  satan, who had many of his emissaries to sow his tares as fast as I sowed the good
                  seed, and pull down as fast as I built up. Thus we went on nearly four fifths of
                  our passage, when satan at last got the upper hand. some of his messengers, seeing
                  this poor heathen much advanced in piety, began to ask him whether I had converted
                  him to Christianity, laughed and made their <pb n="183" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p183.jpg"/> jest at him, for which I rebuked them
                  as much as I could; but this treatment caused the prince to halt between two
                  opinions. some of the true sons of Belial, who did not believe that there was any
                  hereafter, told him never to fear the devil, for there was none existing; and if
                  ever he came to the prince, they desired he might be sent to them. Thus they
                  teazed the poor innocent youth, so that he would not learn his book any more! He
                  would not drink nor carouse with these ungodly actors, nor would he be with me,
                  even at prayers. This grieved me very much. I endeavoured to persuade him as well
                  as I could, but he would not come; and entreated him very much to tell me his
                  reasons for acting thus. At last he asked me, <quote>'How comes it that all the white men on board who can read and write, and
                     observe the sun, <pb n="184" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p184.jpg"/> and know
                     all things, yet swear, lie, and get drunk, only excepting yourself?'</quote> I
                  answered him, the reason was, that they did not fear God; and that if any one of
                  them died so they could not go to, or be happy with God. He replied, that if these
                  persons went to hell he would go to hell too. I was sorry to hear this; and, as he
                  sometimes had the tooth-ach, and also some other persons in the ship at the same
                  time, I asked him if their tooth-ach made his easy: he said, No. Then I told him
                  if he and these people went to hell together, their pains would not make his any
                  lighter. This answer had great weight with him: it depressed his spirits much; and
                  he became ever after, during the passage, fond of being alone. When we were in the
                  latitude of Martinico, and near making the land, one morning we had a brisk gale
                     <pb n="185" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p185.jpg"/> of wind, and, carrying
                  too much sail, the main-mast went over the side. Many people were then all about
                  the deck, and the yards, masts, and rigging, came tumbling all about us, yet there
                  was not one of us in the least hurt, although some were within a hair's breadth of
                  being killed: and, particularly, I saw two men who, by the providential hand of
                  God, were most miraculously preserved from being smashed to pieces. On the fifth
                  of January we made Antigua and Montserrat, and ran along the rest of the islands:
                  and on the fourteenth we arrived at Jamaica. One sunday while we were there I took
                  the Musquito Prince George to church, where he saw the sacrament administered.
                  When we came out we saw all kinds of people, almost from the church door for the
                  space of half a mile down to the waterside, buying and selling all <pb n="186" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p186.jpg"/> kinds of commodities: and these acts
                  afforded me great matter of exhortation to this youth, who was much astonished.
                  Our vessel being ready to sail for the Musquito shore, I went with the Doctor on
                  board a Guinea-man, to purchase some slaves to carry with us, and cul tivate a
                  plantation; and I chose them all my own countrymen. On the twelfth of February we
                  sailed from Jamaica, and on the eighteenth arrived at the Musquito shore, at a
                  place called Du peupy. All our Indian guests now, after I had admonished them and
                  a few cases of liquor given them by the Doctor, took an affectionate leave of us,
                  and went ashore, where they were met by the Musquito king, and we never saw one of
                  them afterwards. We then sailed to the southward of the shore, to a place called
                  Cape Gracias a Dios, where there was a large lagoon or <pb n="187" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p187.jpg"/> lake, which received the emptying of
                  two or three very fine large rivers, and abounded much in fish and land tortoise.
                  Some of the native Indians came on board of us here; and we used them well, and
                  told them we were come to dwell amongst them, which they seemed pleased at. So the
                  Doctor and I, with some others, went with them ashore; and they took us to
                  different places to view the land, in order to choose a place to make a plantation
                  of. We fixed on a spot near a river's bank, in a rich soil; and, having got our
                  necessaries out of the sloop, we began to clear away the woods, and plant
                  different kinds of vegetables, which had a quick growth. While we were employed in
                  this manner, our vessel went northward to Black River to trade. While she was
                  there, a spanish guarda costa met with and took her. This proved very hurtful, <pb n="188" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p188.jpg"/> and a great embarrassment to
                  us. However, we went on with the culture of the land. We used to make fires every
                  night all around us, to keep off wild beasts, which, as soon as it was dark, set
                  up a most hideous roaring. Our habitation being far up in the woods, we frequently
                  saw different kinds of animals; but none of them ever hurt us, except poisonous
                  snakes, the bite of which the Doctor used to cure by giving to the patient as soon
                  as possible, about half a tumbler of strong rum, with a good deal of Cayenne
                  pepper in it. In this manner he cured two natives and one of his own slaves. The
                  Indians were exceedingly fond of the Doctor, and they had good reason for it; for
                  I believe they never had such an useful man amongst them. They came from all
                  quarters to our dwelling; and some <hi rend="italic">woolwow</hi> or flat-headed
                  Indians, who lived fifty or <pb n="189" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p189.jpg"/>
                  sixty miles above our river, and this side of the south sea, brought us a good
                  deal of silver in exchange for our goods. The principal articles we could get from
                  our neighbouring Indians, were turtle oil, and shells, little silk grass, and some
                  provisions; but they would not work at any thing for us, except fishing; and a few
                  times they assisted to cut some trees down, in order to build us houses; which
                  they did exactly like the Africans, by the joint labour of men, women, and
                  children. I do not recollect any of them to have had more than two wives. These
                  always accompanied their husbands when they came to our dwelling, and then they
                  generally carried whatever they brought to us, and always squatted down behind
                  their husbands. Whenever we gave them any thing to eat, the men and their wives
                  eat seperate. I never saw the <pb n="190" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p190.jpg"/> least sign of incontinence amongst them. The women are ornamented with beads,
                  and fond of painting themselves; the men also paint, even to excess, both their
                  faces and shirts: their favourite colour is red. The women generally cultivate the
                  ground, and the men are all fishermen and canoe makers. Upon the whole, I never
                  met any nation that were so simple in their manners as these people, or had so
                  little ornament in their houses. Neither had they, as I ever could learn, one word
                  expressive of an oath. The worst word I ever heard amongst them when they were
                  quarrelling, was one that they had got from the English, which was <quote>'you rascal.'</quote> I never saw any mode of worship among them;
                  but in this they were not worse than their European brethren or neighbours, for I
                  am sorry to say that there was not one white person in our dwelling, nor <pb n="191" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p191.jpg"/> any where else, that I saw,
                  in different places I was at on the shore, that was better or more pious than
                  those unenlightened indians; but they either worked or slept on sundays: and, to
                  my sorrow, working was too much sun day's employment with ourselves; so much so,
                  that in some length of time we really did not know one day from another. This mode
                  of living laid the foundation of my decamping at last. The natives are well made
                  and warlike; and they particularly boast of having never been conquered by the
                  spaniards. They are great drinkers of strong liquors when they can get them. We
                  used to distil rum from pineapples, which were very plentiful here; and then we
                  could not get them away from our place. Yet they seemed to be singular, in point
                  of honesty, above any other nation I was ever amongst. The <pb n="192" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p192.jpg"/> country being hot, we lived under an
                  open shed, where we had all kinds of goods, without a door or a lock to any one
                  article; yet we slept in safety, and never lost any thing, or were disturbed. This
                  surprised us a good deal; and the Doctor, myself, and others, used to say if we
                  were to lie in that manner in Europe we should have our throats cut the first
                  night. The Indian governor goes once in a certain time all about the province or
                  district, and has a number of men with him as attendants and assistants. He
                  settles all the differences among the people, like the judge here, and is treated
                  with very great respect. He took care to give us timely notice before he came to
                  our habitation, by sending his stick as a token, for rum, sugar, and gunpowder,
                  which we did not refuse sending; and at the same time we made the utmost
                  preparation to receive <pb n="193" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p193.jpg"/> his
                  honour and his train. When he came with his tribe, and all our neighbouring
                  chieftans, we expected to sind him a grave reverend judge, solid and sagacious;
                  but instead of that, before he and his gang came in sight, we heard them very
                  clamorous; and they even had plundered some of our good neighbouring Indians,
                  having intoxicated themselves with our liquor. When they arrived we did not know
                  what to make of our new guests, and would gladly have dispensed with the honour of
                  their company. However, having no alternative, we feasted them plentifully all the
                  day till the evening; when the governor, getting quite drunk, grew very unruly,
                  and struck one of our most friendly chiefs, who was our nearest neighbour, and
                  also took his gold-laced hat from him. At this a great commotion taken place; and
                  the <pb n="194" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p194.jpg"/> Doctor interfered to
                  make peace, as we could all understand one another, but to no purpose; and at last
                  they became so outrageous that the Doctor, fearing he might get into trouble, left
                  the house, and made the best of his way to the nearest wood, leaving me to do as
                  well as I could among them. I was so enraged with the Governor, that I could have
                  wished to have seen him tied fast to a tree and flogged for his behaviour; but I
                  had not people enough to cope with his party. I therefore thought of a stratagem
                  to appease the riot. Recollecting a passage I had read in the life of Columbus,
                  when he was amongst the Indians in Mexico or Peru, where on some occasion, he
                  frightened them, by telling them of certain events in the heavens, I had recourse
                  to the same expedient; and it succeeded beyond my most sanguine expectations. <pb n="195" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p195.jpg"/> When I had formed my
                  determination. I went in the midst of them; and, taking hold of the Governor, I
                  pointed up to the heavens. I menaced him and the rest: I told them God lived
                  there, and that he was angry with them, and they must not quarrel so; that they
                  were all brothers, and if they did not leave off, and go away quietly, I would
                  take the book (pointing to the Bible) read, and <hi rend="italic">tell</hi> God to
                  make them dead. This operated on them like magic.—The clamour immediately ceased,
                  and I gave them some rum and a few other things; after which they went away
                  peaceably; and the Governor afterwards gave our neighbour, who was called Captain
                  Plasmyah, his hat again. When the Doctor returned, he was exceedingly glad at my
                  success in thus getting rid of our troublesome guests. The Musquito <pb n="196" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p196.jpg"/> people within our vicinity, out of
                  respect to the Doctor, myself, and his people, made entertainments of the grand
                  kind, called in their tongue <hi rend="italic">tourrie </hi> or <hi rend="italic">dryckbot.</hi> The English of this expression is, a feast of drinking about,
                  of which it seems a corruption of language. The drink consisted of pine apples
                  roasted, and casades chewed or beaten in mortars; which, after lying some time,
                  ferments, and becomes so strong as to intoxicate, when drank in any quantity. We
                  had timely notice given to us of the entertainment. A white family, whithin five
                  miles of us, told us how the drink was made, and I and two others went before the
                  time to the village, where the mirth was appointed to be held, and there we saw
                  the whole art of making the drink, and also the kind of animals that were to be
                  eaten there. I cannot say the sight <pb n="197" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p197.jpg"/> of either the drink or the meat were
                  enticing to me. They had some thousands of pine apples roasting, which they
                  squeezed dirt and all, into a canoe they had there for the purpose. The casade
                  drink was in beef barrels, and other vessels, and looked exactly like hog-wash.
                  Men, women, and children, were thus employed in roasting the pine apples, and
                  squeezing them with their hands. For sood they had many land torpins or tortoises,
                  some dried turtle, and three large alligators alive, and tied fast to the trees. I
                  asked the people what they were going to do with these alligators; and I was told
                  they were to be eaten. I was much surprised at this, and went home, not a little
                  disgusted at the preparations. When the day of the feast was come, we took some
                  rum with us, and went to the appointed place, where we found a great <pb n="198" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p198.jpg"/> assemblage of these people, who
                  received us very kindly. The mirth had begun before we came; and they were dancing
                  with music: and the musical instruments were nearly the same as those of any other
                  sable people; but, as I thought much less melodious than any other nation I ever
                  knew. They had many curious gestures in dancing, and a variety of motions and
                  postures of their bodies, which to me were in no wise attracting. The males danced
                  by themselves, and the females also by themselves, as with us. The Doctor shewed
                  his people the example, by immediately joining the women's party, though not by
                  their choice. On perceiving the women disgusted, he joined the males. At night
                  there were great illuminations, by setting fire to many pine trees, while the
                  dryckbot went round merrily by calabashes or gourds: but the liquor might more
                  justly be <pb n="199" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p199.jpg"/> called eating than
                  drinking. One Owden, the oldest father in the vicinity, was dressed in a strange
                  and terrifying form. Around his body were skins adorned with different kinds of
                  feathers, and he had on his head a very large and high head-piece, in the form of
                  a grenadier's cap, with prickles like a porcupine: and he made a certain noise
                  which resembled the cry of an alligator. Our people skipped amongst them out of
                  complaisance, though some could not drink of their tourrie; but our rum met with
                  customers enough, and was soon gone. The alligators were killed and some of them
                  roasted. Their manner of roasting is by digging a hole in the earth, and filling
                  it with wood, which they burn to coal, and then they lay sticks across, on which
                  they set the meat. I had a raw piece of the alligator in my hand: it was very
                  rich: I thought it looked like fresh salmon, and it had a <pb n="200" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p200.jpg"/> most fragrant smell, but I could not
                  eat any of it. This merry-making at last ended without the least discord in any
                  person in the company, although it was made up of different nations and
                  complexions.</p>
               <p>The rainy season came on here about the latter end of May, which continued till
                  August very heavily; so that the rivers were overflowed, and our provisions then
                  in the ground were washed away. I thought this was in some measure a judgment upon
                  us for working on sundays, and it hurt my mind very much. I often wished to leave
                  this place and sail for Europe; for our mode of procedure and living in this
                  heathenish form was very irksome to me. The word of God saith, <quote>'What does it avail a man if he gain the whole
                     world, and lose his own soul?'</quote> This was much and heavily impressed on
                  my mind; and though <pb n="201" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p201.jpg"/> I did
                  not know how to speak to the Doctor for my discharge, it was disagreeable for me
                  to stay any longer. But about the middle of June I took courage enough to ask him
                  for it. He was very unwilling at first to grant my request; but I gave him so many
                  reasons for it, that at last he consented to my going, and gave me the following
                  certificate of my behaviour:</p>
               <floatingText>
                  <body>
                     <p>The bearer, Gustavus Vassa, has served me several years with strict honesty,
                        sobriety, and fidelity. I can, therefore with justice recommend him for
                        these qualifications; and indeed in every respect I consider him as an excellent servant. I do hereby certify that he always behaved well, and that
                        he is perfectly trust-worthy.</p>
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                        <signed>CHARLES IRVING.</signed>
                        <placeName>
                           <hi rend="italic">Musquito shore,</hi>
                          
                              <hi rend="italic">June</hi> 15, 1776.
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               <p>
                  <pb n="202" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p202.jpg"/> Though I was much attached
                  to the Doctor, I was happy when he consented. I got every thing ready for my
                  departure, and hired some Indians, with a large canoe, to carry me off. All my
                  poor countrymen, the slaves, when they heard of my leaving them, were very sorry,
                  as I had always treated them with care and affection, and did every thing I could
                  to comfort the poor creatures, and render their condition easy. Having taken leave
                  of my old friends and companions, on the 18th of June, accompanied by the Doctor,
                  I left that spot of the world, and went southward above twenty miles along the
                  river. There I found a sloop, the captain of which told me he was going to
                  Jamaica. Having agreed for my passage with him and one of the owners, who was also
                  on board, named Hughes, the Doctor and I parted, not without shedding <pb n="203" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p203.jpg"/> tears on both sides. The vessel then
                  sailed along the river till night, when she stopped in a lagoon within the same
                  river. During the night a schooner belonging to the same owners came in, and, as
                  she was in want of hands, Hughes, the owner of the sloop asked me to go in the
                  schooner as a sailor, and said he would give me wages. I thanked him; but I said I
                  wanted to go to Jamaica. He then immediately changed his tone, and swore, and
                  abused me very much, and asked how I came to be freed. I told him, and said that I
                  came into that vicinity with Dr. Irving; whom he had seen that day. This account
                  was of no use; he still swore exceedingly at me, and cursed the master for a fool
                  that sold me my freedom, and the doctor for another in letting me go from him.
                  Then he desired me to go in the schooner, or else I should <pb n="204" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p204.jpg"/> not go out of the sloop as a
                  free-man. I said this was very hard, and begged to be put on shore again; but he
                  swore that I should not. I said I had been twice amongst the Turks, yet had never
                  seen any such usage with them, and much less could I have expected any thing of
                  this kind among the Christians. This incensed him exceedingly; and, with a volley
                  of oaths and imprecations, he replied, <quote>
                     'Christians! damn you, you are one of st. Paul's men; but by G—, except you
                     have st. Paul's or st. Peter's faith, and walk upon the water to the shore, you
                     shall not go out of the vessel;'</quote> which I now learnt was going amongst
                  the spaniards towards Carthagena, where he swore he would sell me. I simply asked
                  him what right he had to sell me? but, without another word, he made some of his
                  people tie ropes round each of <pb n="205" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p205.jpg"/> my ancles, and also to each wrist, and another rope round my body, and hoisted
                  me up without letting my feet touch or rest upon any thing. Thus I hung, without
                  any crime committed, and without judge or jury; merely because I was a free man,
                  and could not by the law get any redress from a white person in those parts of the
                  world. I was in great pain from my situation, and cried and begged very hard for
                  some mercy; but all in vain. My tyrant, in a great rage brought a musquet out of
                  the cabin and loaded it before me and the crew, and swore that he would shoot me
                  if I cried any more. I had now no alternative; I therefore remained silent, seeing
                  not one white man on board who said a word on my behalf. I hung in that manner
                  from between ten and eleven o'clock at night till about one in the morning; <pb n="206" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p206.jpg"/> when, finding my cruel abuser
                  fast asleep, I begged some of his slaves to slack the rope that was round my body,
                  that my feet might rest on something. This they did at the risk of being cruelly
                  used by their master, who beat some of them severely at first for not tying me
                  when he commanded them. Whilst I remained in this condition, till between five and
                  six o'clock next morning, I trust I prayed to God to forgive this blasphemer, who
                  cared not what he did, but when he got up out of his sleep in the morning was of
                  the very same temper and disposition as when he left me at night. When they got up
                  the anchor, and the vessel was getting under way, I once more cried and begged to
                  be released; and now, being fortunately in the way of their hoisting the sails,
                  they released me. When I was let down, I spoke to one Mr. Cox, <pb n="207" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p207.jpg"/> a carpenter, whom I knew on board, on
                  the impropriety of this conduct. He also knew the doctor, and the good opinion he
                  ever had of me. This man then went to the captain, and told him not to carry me
                  away in that manner? that I was the doctor's steward, who regarded me very highly,
                  and would resent this usage when he should come to know it. On which he desired a
                  young man to put me ashore in a small canoe I brought with me. This sound
                  gladdened my heart, and I got hastily into the canoe and set off, whilst my tyrant
                  was down in the cabin; but he soon spied me out, when I was not above thirty or
                  forty yards from the vessel, and running upon the deck with a loaded musket in his
                  hand, he presented it at me, and swore heavily and dreadfully, that he would shoot
                  me that instant, if I did not come back on <pb n="208" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p208.jpg"/> board. As I knew the wretch would
                  have done as he said, without hesitation, I put back to the vessel again; but, as
                  the good Lord would have it, just as I was alongside he was abusing the captain
                  for letting me go from the vessel; which the captain returned, and both of them
                  soon got into a very great heat. The young man that was with me now got out of the
                  canoe; the vessel was sailing on fast with a smooth sea: and I then thought it was
                  neck or no thing, so at that instant I set off again, for my life, in the canoe,
                  towards the shore; and fortunately the confusion was so great amongst them on
                  board, that I got out of the reach of the musket shot unnoticed, while the vessel
                  sailed on with a fair wind a different way; so that they could not overtake me
                  without tacking: but even before that could be done I should have been <pb n="209" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p209.jpg"/> on shore, which I soon reached, with
                  many thanks to God for this unexpected deliverance. I then went and told the other
                  owner, who lived near that shore (with whom I had agreed for my passage) of the
                  usage I had met with. He was very much astonished and appeared very sorry for it.
                  After treating me with kindness, he gave me some refreshment, and three heads of
                  roasted Indian corn, for a voyage of about eighteen miles south, to look for
                  another vessel. He then directed me to an Indian chief of a district, who was also
                  the Musquito admiral, and had once been at our dwelling; after which I set off
                  with the canoe across a large lagoon alone (for I could not get any one to assist
                  me), though I was much jaded, and had pains in my bowels, by means of the rope I
                  had hung by the night before. I was therefore at different <pb n="210" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p210.jpg"/> times unable to manage the canoe, for
                  the paddling was very laborious. However, a little before dark I got to my
                  destined place, where some of the Indians knew me, and received me kindly. I asked
                  for the admiral; and they conducted me to his dwelling. He was glad to see me, and
                  refreshed me with such things as the place afforded; and I had a hammock to fleep
                  in. They acted towards me more like Christians than those whites I was amongst the
                  last night, though they had been baptised. I told the admiral I wanted to go to
                  the next port to get a vessel to carry me to Jamaica; and requested him to send
                  the canoe back which I then had, for which I was to pay him. He agreed with me,
                  and sent five able Indians with a large canoe to carry my things to my intended
                  place, about fifty miles; and we set off <pb n="211" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p211.jpg"/> the next morning. When we got out of
                  the lagoon and went along shore, the sea was so high that the canoe was oftentimes
                  very near being filled with water. We were obliged to go ashore and drag across
                  different necks of land; we were also two nights in the swamps, which swarmed with
                  musquito flies, and they proved troublesome to us. This tiresome journey of land
                  and water ended, however, on the third day, to my great joy; and I got on board of
                  a sloop commanded by one Captain Jenning. she was then partly loaded, and he told
                  me he was expecting daily to sail for Jamaica; and having agreed with me to work
                  my passage, I went to work accordingly. I was not many days on board before we
                  sailed; but to my sorrow and disappointment, though used to such tricks, we went
                  to the southward along the Musquito shore, <pb n="212" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p212.jpg"/> instead of steering for Jamaica. I
                  was compelled to assist in cutting a great deal of mahogany wood on the shore as
                  we coasted along it, and load the vessel with it, before she sailed. This fretted
                  me much; but, as I did not know how to help myself among these deceivers, I
                  thought patience was the only remedy I had left, and even that was forced. There
                  was much hard work and little victuals on board, except by good luck we happened
                  to catch turtles. On this coast there was also a particular kind of fish called
                  manatee, which is most excellent eating, and the flesh is more like beef than
                  fish; the scales are as large as a shilling, and the skin thicker than I ever saw
                  that of any other fish. Within the brackish waters along shore there were likewise
                  vast numbers of alligators, which made the fish scarce. I was on board this sloop
                  sixteen days, <pb n="213" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p213.jpg"/> during which,
                  in our coasting, we came to another place, where there was a smaller sloop called
                  the Indian Queen, commanded by one John Baker. He also was an Englishman, and had
                  been a long time along the shore trading for turtle shells and silver, and had got
                  a good quantity of each on board. He wanted some hands very much; and,
                  understanding I was a freeman, and wanted to go to Jamaica, he told me if he could
                  get one or two, that he would sail immediately for that Island: he also pretended
                  to shew me some marks of at tention and respect, and promised to give me
                  forty-five shillings sterling a a month if I would go with him. I thought this
                  much better than cutting wood for nothing. I therefore told the other captain that
                  I wanted to go to Jamaica in the other vessel; but he would not listen to me; and,
                  seeing me resolved <pb n="214" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p214.jpg"/> to go in
                  a day or two, he got the vessel to sail, intending to carry me away against my
                  will. This treatment mortified me extremely. I
                  immediately, according to an agreement I had made with the captain of the Indian
                  Queen, called for her boat, which was lying near us, and it came alongside; and,
                  by the means of a north-pole shipmate which I met with in the sloop I was in, I
                  got my things into the boat, and went on board of the Indian Queen, July the 10th.
                  A few days after I was there, we got all things ready and sailed: but again, to my
                  great mortification, this vessel still went to the south, nearly as far as
                  Carthagena, trading along the coast, instead of going to Jamaica, as the captain
                  had promised me: and, what was worst of all, he was a very cruel and bloody-minded
                  man, and was a horrid blasphemer. Among others, <pb n="215" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p215.jpg"/> he had a white pilot, one stoker,
                  whom he beat often as severely as he did some negroes he had on board. One night
                  in particular, after he had beaten this man most cruelly, he put him into the
                  boat, and made two negroes row him to a desolate key, or small island; and he
                  loaded two pistols, and swore bitterly that he would shoot the negroes if they
                  brought stoker on board again. There was not the least doubt but that he would do
                  as he said, and the two poor fellows were obliged to obey the cruel mandate; but,
                  when the captain was asleep, the two negroes took a blanket and carried it to the
                  unfortunate stoker, which I believe was the means of saving his life from the
                  annoyance of insects. A great deal of entreaty was used with the captain the next
                  day, before he would consent to let stoker come on board; and when <pb n="216" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p216.jpg"/> the poor man was brought on board he
                  was very ill, from his situation during the night, and he remained so till he was
                  drowned a little time after. As we sailed southward we came to many uninhabited
                  islands, which were overgrown with fine large cocoa nuts. As I was very much in
                  want of provisions, I brought a boat load of them on board, which lasted me and
                  others for several weeks, and afforded us many a delicious repast in our scarcity.
                  One day, before this, I could not help ob serving the providential hand of God,
                  that ever supplied all our wants, though in the ways and manner we know not. I had
                  been a whole day without food, and made signals for boats to come off, but in
                  vain. I therefore earnestly prayed to God for relief in my need; and at the close
                  of the evening I went off the deck. Just as I laid down I heard a <pb n="217" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p217.jpg"/> noise on the deck; and, not knowing
                  what it meant, I went directly on the deck again, when what should I see but a
                  fine large fish about seven or eight pounds, which had jumped aboard! I took it,
                  and admired, with thanks, the good hand of God; and, what I considered as not
                  less extraordinary, the captain, who was very avaricious, did not attempt to take
                  it from me, there being only him and I on board; for the rest were all gone ashore
                  trading. Sometimes the people did not come off for some days: this used to fret
                  the captain, and then he would vent his fury on me by beating me, or making me
                  feel in other cruel ways. One day especially, in his wild, wicked, and mad career,
                  after striking me several times with different things, and once across my mouth,
                  even with a red burning stick out of the fire, he got a barrel of <pb n="218" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p218.jpg"/> gunpowder on the deck, and swore that
                  he would blow up the vessel. I was then at my wit's end, and earnestly prayed to
                  God to direct me. The head was out of the barrel; and the captain took a lighted
                  stick out of the fire to blow himself and me up, because there was a vessel then
                  in sight coming in, which he supposed was a Spaniard, and he was afraid of falling
                  into their hands. Seeing this I got an axe, unnoticed by him, and placed myself
                  between him and the powder, having resolved in myself as soon as he attempted to
                  put the fire in the barrel to chop him down that instant. I was more than an hour
                  in this situation; during which he struck me often, still keeping the fire in his
                  hand for this wicked purpose. I really should have thought myself justifiable in
                  any other part of the world if I had killed him, <pb n="219" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p219.jpg"/> and prayed to God, who gave me a mind
                  which rested solely on himself. I prayed for resignation, that his will might be
                  done: and the following two portions of his holy word, which oc cured to my mind,
                  buoyed up my hope, and kept me from taking the life of this wicked man. <quote>'He hath determined the times before appointed, and
                     set bounds to our habitations,'</quote> Acts xvii. 26. And, <quote>'Who is there among you that feareth the Lord, that
                     obeyeth the voice of his servant, that walketh in darkness and hath no light?
                     let him trust in the name of the Lord, and stay upon his God,'</quote> Isaiah
                  l. 20. And thus by the grace of God I was enabled to do. I found him a present
                  help in the time of need, and the captain's fury began to sub side as the night
                  approached: but I found,<quote>
                     <pb n="220" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p220.jpg"/>
                     <lg>
                        <l>" That he who cannot stem his anger's tide</l>
                        <l>" Doth a wild horse without a bridle ride."</l>
                     </lg>
                  </quote>
               </p>
               <p>The next morning we discovered that the vessel which had caused such a fury in the
                  captain was an English sloop. They soon came to an anchor where we were, and, to
                  my no small surprise, learned that Doctor Irving was on board of her on his way
                  from the Musquito shore to Jamaica. I was for going immediately to see this old
                  master and friend, but the captain would not suffe me to leave the vessel. I then
                  informe the Doctor, by letter, how I was treated and begged that he would take me
                  out of the sloop: but he informed me that it was not in his power, as he was a
                  passenger himself; but he sent me some rum and sugar for my own use. I now learned
                  that after I had left the estate which I managed for this gentleman <pb n="221" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p221.jpg"/> on the Musquito shore, during which
                  the slaves were well fed and comfortable, a white overseer had supplied my place:
                  this man through inhumanity and ill-judged avarice, beat and cut the poor slaves
                  most unmercifully; and the consequence was, that every one got into a large
                  Puriogua canoe, and endeavoured to escape; but not knowing where to go, or how to
                  manage the canoe, they were all drowned; in consequence of which the Doctor's
                  plantation was left uncultivated, and he was now returning to Jamaica to purchase
                  more slaves, and stock it again.</p>
               <p>On the 14th of October, the Indian Queen arrived at Kingston in Jamaica. When we
                  were unloaded I demanded my wages, which amounted to eight pounds five shillings
                  sterling; but Captain Baker refused to give me one farthing, although it was the
                  hardest earned <pb n="222" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p222.jpg"/> money I ever
                  worked for in my life. I found out Doctor Irving upon this, and acquainted him of
                  the captain's knavery. He did all he could to help me to get my money; and we
                  went to every magistrate in Kingston (and there were nine) but they all refused to
                  do any thing for me, and said my oath could not be admitted against a white man.
                  Nor was this all; for Baker threatened that he would beat me severely if he could
                  catch me for attempting to demand my money; and this he would have done, but that
                  I got, by means of Doctor Irving, under the protection of Captain Douglas, of the
                  squirrel man of war. I thought this exceeding hard usage; though indeed I found it
                  to be too much the practice there to pay free negro men for their labour in this
                  manner.</p>
               <p>One day I went with a free negroe taylor, named Joe Diamond, to one <pb n="223" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p223.jpg"/> Mr. Cochran, who was indebted to him
                  some trifling sum; and the man, not being able to get his money, began to murmur.
                  The other immediately took a horse-whip to pay him with it, but, by the help of a
                  good pair of heels, the taylor got off. Such oppressions as these made me seek for
                  a vessel to get off the island as fast as I could: and by the mercy of God, I
                  found a ship in November bound for England, when I embarked with a convoy, after
                  having taken a last farewell of Doctor Irving. When I left Jamaica he was employed
                  in refining sugars; and some months after my arrival in England I learned, with
                  much sorrow, that this my amiable friend was dead, owing to his having eaten some
                  poisoned fish.</p>
               <p>We had many very heavy gales of wind in our passage; in the course of <pb n="224" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p224.jpg"/> which no material incident occurred,
                  except that an American privateer, falling in with the fleet, was captured and set
                  sire to by his Majesty's ship the squirrel.</p>
               <p>On January the seventh, 1777, we arrived at Plymouth. I was happy once more to
                  tread upon English ground; and, after passing some little time at Plymouth and
                  Exeter, among some pious friends, whom I was happy to see, I went to London with a
                  heart replete with thanks to God for past mercies.</p>
            </div>
            <div n="12" type="chapter">
               <pb n="225" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p225.jpg"/>
               <head>CHAP. XII.</head>
               
                  <p>
                     <hi rend="italic">Different transactions of the author's life till the present
                        time—His application to the late Bishop of London to be appointed a
                        missionary to Africa—some account of his share in the conduct of the late
                        expedition to Sierra Leone—Petition to the Queen—Conclusion.</hi>
                  </p>
               
               <p>SUCH were the various scenes which I was a witness to, and the fortune I
                  experienced until the year 1777. Since that period, my life has been more uniform,
                  and the incidents of it fewer, than in any other equal number of years preceding;
                  I therefore hasten to the conclusion of a narrative, which I <pb n="226" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p226.jpg"/> fear the reader may think already
                  sufficiently tedious.</p>
               <p>I had suffered so many impositions in my commercial transactions in different
                  parts of the world, that I became heartily disgusted with the seafaring life, and
                  was determined not to return to it, at least for some time. I therefore once more
                  engaged in service shortly after my return, and continued for the most part in
                  this situation until 1784.</p>
               <p>Soon after my arrival in London, I saw a remarkable circumstance relative to
                  African complexion, which I thought so extraordinary, that I beg leave just to
                  mention it: A white negro woman, that I had formerly seen in London and other
                  parts, had married a white man, by whom she had three boys, and they were every
                  one mullattoes, and yet they had fine light hair. In 1779, <pb n="227" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p227.jpg"/> I served Governor Macnamara, who had
                  been a considerable time on the coast of Africa. In the time of my service, I used
                  to ask frequently other servants to join me in family prayer; but this only
                  excited their mockery. However, the Governor, understanding that I was of a
                  religious turn, wished to know what religion I was of; I told him I was a
                  Protestant of the Church of England, agreeable to the thirty nine articles of that
                  church; and that whomsoever I found to preach according to that doctrine, those I
                  would hear. A few days after this, we had some more discourse on the same subject;
                  when he said he would, if I chose, as he thought I might be of service in
                  converting my countrymen to the Gospel faith, get me sent out as missionary to
                  Africa. I at first refused going, and told him how I had been served on a like
                  occasion <pb n="228" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p228.jpg"/> by some white
                  people the last voyage I went to Jamaica, when I attempted (if it were the will of
                  God) to be the means of converting the Indian prince; and said I supposed they
                  would serve me worse than Alexander the coppersmith did St. Paul, if I should
                  attempt to go amongst them in Africa. He told me not to fear, for he would apply
                  to the Bishop of London to get me ordained. On these terms I consented to the
                  Governor's proposal to go to Africa in hope of doing good, if possible, amongst my
                  countrymen; so, in order to have me sent out properly, we immediately wrote the
                  following letters to the late Bishop of London:</p>
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                  <body>
                     <pb n="229" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p229.jpg"/>
                     <opener>
                        <hi rend="italic">To the Right Reverend Father in God,</hi> ROBERT, <hi rend="italic">Lord Bishop of London:</hi>
                     </opener>
                     <opener>The MEMORIAL of Gustavus Vassa</opener>
                     <opener>SHEWETH,</opener>
                     <p>THAT your memorialist is a native of Africa, and has a knowledge of the
                        manners and customs of the inhabitants of that country.</p>
                     <p>That your memorialist has resided in different parts of Europe for
                        twenty-two years last past, and embraced the Christian faith in the year
                        1759.</p>
                     <p>That your memorialist is desirous of returning to Africa as a missionary, if
                        encouraged by your Lordship, in hopes of being able to prevail upon his
                        countrymen to become Christians; and your memorialist is the more induced to
                        undertake the same, from the success that has attended the like undertakings
                        when encouraged by the Portugeuse <pb n="230" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p230.jpg"/> through their different
                        settlements on the coast of Africa, and also by the Dutch: both governments
                        encouraging the blacks, who, by their education are qualified to undertake
                        the same, and are found more proper than European clergymen, unacquainted
                        with the language and customs of the country.</p>
                     <p>Your memorialist's only motive for soliciting the office of a missionary is,
                        that he may be a means, under God, of reforming his countrymen and
                        persuading them to embrace the Christian religion. Therefore your
                        memorialist humbly prays your Lordship's encouragement and support in the
                        undertaking.</p>
                     <closer>
                        <signed>Gustavus Vassa.</signed>
                        <placeName>At Mr. Guthrie's, Taylor, No. 17, Hedge-lane.</placeName>
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                  <body>
                     <pb n="231" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p231.jpg"/>
                     <opener>
                        <salute>MY LORD,</salute>
                     </opener>
                     <p>I have resided near seven years on the coast of Africa, for most part of the
                        time as commanding officer. From the knowledge I have of the country and its
                        inhabitants, I am inclined to think that the within plan will be attended
                        with great success, if countenanced by your Lordship. I beg leave further to
                        represent to your Lordship, that the like attempts, when encouraged by other
                        governments, have met with uncommon success; and at this very time I know a
                        very respectable character a black priest at Cape Coast Castle. I know the
                        within named Gustavus Vassa, and believe him a moral good man.</p>
                     <closer>
                        <signed>I have the honour to be, My Lord, Your Lordship's Humble and
                           obedient servant, MATT. MACNAMARA.</signed>
                        <placeName>Grove, 11th March 1779.
                        </placeName>
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               <p>
                  <pb n="232" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p232.jpg"/> This letter was also
                  accompanied by the following from Doctor Wallace, who had resided in Africa for
                  many years, and whose sentiments on the subject of an African mission were the
                  same with Governor Macnamara's.</p>
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                  <body>
                     <opener>
                        <dateline>
                          March 13, 1779.
                        </dateline>
                        <salute>MY LORD,</salute>
                     </opener>
                     <p>I have resided near five years on Senegambia on the coast of Africa, and
                        have had the honour of silling very considerable employments in that
                        province. I do approve of the within plan, and think the undertaking very
                        laudable and proper, and that it deserves your Lordship's protection and
                        encouragement, in which case it must be attended with the intended
                        success.</p>
                     <closer>
                        <signed>I am, my Lord, Your Lordships Humble and obedient servant, THOMAS
                           WALLACE.</signed>
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               </floatingText>
               <p>
                  <pb n="233" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p233.jpg"/> With these letters, I waited
                  on the Bishop by the Governor's desire, and presented them to his Lordship. He
                  received me with much condescension and politeness; but, from some certain
                  scruples of delicacy, and saying the Bishops were not of opinion of sending a new
                  missionary to Africa, he declined to ordain me.</p>
               <p>My sole motive for thus dwelling on this transaction, or inserting these papers,
                  is the opinion which gentlemen of sense and education, who are acquainted with
                  Africa, entertain of the probability of converting the inhabitants of it to the
                  faith of Jesus Christ, if the attempt were countenanced by the legislature.</p>
               <p>shortly after this I left the Governor, and served a nobleman in the Dorsetshire
                  militia, whith whom I was encamped at Coxheath for some time; <pb n="234" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p234.jpg"/> but the operations there were too
                  minute and uninteresting to make a detail of.</p>
               <p>In the year 1783, I visited eight counties in Wales, from motives of curiosity.
                  While I was in that part of the country I was led to go down into a coal-pit in
                  Shropshire, but my curiosity nearly cost me my life; for while I was in the pit
                  the coals fell in, and buried one poor man, who was not far from me: upon this I
                  got out as fast as I could, thinking the surface of the earth the safest part of
                  it.</p>
               <p>In the spring of 1784, I thought of visiting old ocean again. In consequence of
                  this I embarked as steward on board a fine new ship called the London, commanded
                  by Martin Hopkin, and sailed for New-York. I admired this city very much; it is
                  large and well-built, and abounds with provisions <pb n="235" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p235.jpg"/> of all kinds. While we lay here a
                  circumstance happened which I thought extremely singular:—One day a malefactor was
                  to be executed on a gallows; but with a condition that if any woman, having
                  nothing on but her shift, married the man under the gallows, his life was to be
                  saved. This extraordinary privilege was claimed; a woman presented herself; and
                  the marriage ceremony was performed.</p>
               <p>Our ship having got laden were turned to London in January 1785. When she was
                  ready again for another voyage, the captain being an agreeable man, I sailed with
                  him from hence in the spring, March 1785, for Philadelphia. On the 5th of April,
                  we took our departure from the land's-end, with a pleasant gale; and about nine
                  o'clock that night the moon shone bright, and the sea was smooth, while our ship
                     <pb n="236" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p236.jpg"/> was going free by the
                  wind, at the rate of about four or five miles an hour.—At this time another ship
                  was going nearly as fast as we on the opposite point, meeting us right in the
                  teeth, yet none on board observed either ship until we struck each other forcibly
                  head and head, to the astonishment and consternation of both crews. She did us
                  much damage, but I believe we did her more; for when we passed by each other,
                  which we did very quickly, they called to us to bring to, and hoist out our boat,
                  but we had enough to do to mind ourselves; and in about eight minutes we saw no
                  more of her. We refitted as well as we could the next day, and proceeded on our
                  voyage, and in May arrived at Philadelphia.</p>
               <p>I was very glad to see this favorite old town once more; and my pleasure was much
                  increased in seeing the worthy <pb n="237" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p237.jpg"/> Quakers freeing and easing the burthens of many of my oppressed African
                  brethren. It rejoiced my heart when one of these friendly people took me to see a
                  free-school they had erected for every denomination of black people, whose minds
                  are cultivated here, and forwarded to virtue; and thus they are made useful
                  members of the community. Does not the success of this practice say loudly to the
                  planters, in the language of scripture—<quote>"Go ye and
                     do likewise!"</quote>
               </p>
               <p>In October 1585, I was accompanied by some of the Africans, and presented this
                  address of thanks to the gentlemen called Friends or Quakers, in
                  Gracechurch-Court, Lombard-street:</p>
               <p>GENTLEMEN,</p>
               <p>By reading your book, entitled a Caution to Great Britain and <pb n="238" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p238.jpg"/> her Colonies, concerning the
                  Calamitous state of the enslaved Negroes: We part of the poor, oppressed, needy,
                  and much degraded negroes, desire to approach you with this address of thanks,
                  with our inmost love and warmest acknowledgment; and with the deepest sense of
                  your benevolence, unwearied labour, and kind interposition, towards breaking the
                  yoke of slavery, and to administer a little comfort and ease to thousands and tens
                  of thousands of very grievously afflicted, and too heavy burthened negroes.</p>
               <p>Gentlemen, could you, by perseverance, at last be enabled under God, to lighten in
                  any degree the heavy burthen of the afflicted, no doubt it would in some measure,
                  be the possible means, under God, of saving the souls of many of the oppressors;
                  and if so, sure we are that the God, whose eyes are ever upon <pb n="239" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p239.jpg"/> all his creatures, and always rewards
                  every true act of virtue, and regards the prayers of the oppressed, will give to
                  you and yours those blessings which it is not in our power to express or conceive,
                  but which we as a part of those captivated, oppressed, and afflicted people, most
                  earnestly wish and pray for.</p>
               <p>These gentlemen received us very kindly, with a promise to exert themselves on
                  behalf of the oppressed Africans, and we parted.</p>
               <p>While in town, I chanced once to be invited to a Quaker's wedding. The simple and
                  yet expressive mode used at their solemnizations is worthy of note. The following
                  is the true form of it:</p>
               <p>After the company have met, they have seasonable exhortations by several of the
                  members; the bride and bridegroom stand up, and, taking each other <pb n="240" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p240.jpg"/> by the hand in a solemn manner,the
                  man declares to this purpose:</p>
               <p>
                  "Friends, in the fear of the Lord, and in the presence of
                     this assembly, whom I desire to be my witnesses, I take this my friend, M. N.
                     to be my wife; promising, through divine assistance, to be unto her a loving
                     and faithful husband till death separate us:" and the woman makes the
                  like declaration. Then the two first sign their names to the record, and as many
                  more witnesses as have a mind. I had the honour to subscribe mine to a register in
                  Gracechurch-Court, Lombard-street.—My hand is ever free—if any female Debonair
                  wishes to obtain it, this mode I recommend.</p>
               <p>We returned to London in August; and our ship not going immediately to sea, I
                  shipped as a steward in an American ship called the Harmony, Captain <pb n="241" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p241.jpg"/> John Willet, and left London in March
                  1786, bound to Philadelphia. Eleven days after sailing, we carried our foremast
                  away. We had a nine weeks passage, which caused our trip not to succeed well, the
                  market for our goods proving bad; and to make it worse, my commander began to play
                  me the like tricks as others too often practise on free negroes in the West
                  Indies. But I thank God I found many friends here, who in some measure prevented
                  him. On my return to London in August, I was very agreeably surprised to find that
                  the benevolence of government had adopted the plan of some philanthropic
                  individuals to send the Africans from hence to their native quarter; and that some
                  vessels were then engaged to carry them to sierra Leona; an act which redounded to
                  the honour of all concerned in its promotion, <pb n="242" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p242.jpg"/> and filled me with prayers and much
                  rejoicing. There was then in the city, a select committee of gentlemen for the
                  black poor, to some of whom I had the honour of being known; and, as soon as they
                  heard of my arrival, they sent for me to the committee. When I came there, they
                  informed me of the intention of government; and as they seemed to think me
                  qualified to superintend part of the undertaking, they asked me to go with the
                  black poor to Africa. I pointed out to them many objections to my going; and
                  particularly I expressed some difficulties on the account of the slave dealers, as
                  I would certainly oppose their traffic in the human species by every means in my
                  power. However these objections were over-ruled by the gentlemen of the committee,
                  who prevailed on me to consent to go; and recommended me to the honourable <pb n="243" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p243.jpg"/> Commissioners of his
                  Majesty's Navy, as a proper person to act as commissary for government in the
                  intended expedition; and they accordingly appointed me in November 1786, to that
                  office, and gave me sufficient power to act for the government in the capacity of
                  commissary, having received my warrant and the following order.</p>
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                        <opener>By the principal Officers and Commissioners of his Majesty's
                           Navy.</opener>
                        <p>WHEREAS you were directed, by our warrant of the 4th of last month, to
                           receive into your charge from Mr. Joseph Irwin, the surplus provisions
                           remaining of what was provided for the voyage, as well as the provisions
                           for the support of the black poor, after the landing at Sierra Leone,
                           with the cloathing, tools, and all other articles <pb n="244" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p244.jpg"/> provided at government's
                           expence; and as the provisions were laid in at the rate of two months for
                           the voyage, and for four months afrer the landing, but the number
                           embarked being so much less than we expected, whereby there may be a
                           considerable surplus of provisions, cloathing, &amp;c. These are, in
                           addition to former orders, to direct and require you to appropriate or
                           dispose of such surplus to the best advantage you can for the benefit of
                           government, keeping and rendering to us a faithful account of what you do
                           herein. And for your guidance in preventing any white persons going, who
                           are not intended to have the indulgence of being carried thither, we send
                           you herewith a list of those recommended by the Committee for the balck
                           poor, as proper persons to be permitted to embark, and acquaint you that
                           you are not to suffer <pb n="245" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p245.jpg"/> any others to go who do not produce a certificate from the committee
                           for the black poor, of their having their permission for it. For which
                           this shall be your warrant. Dated at the Navy-Office, January 16,
                           1787.</p>
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                           <signed>
                              <lb/>
                              <persName>J.HINSLOW,</persName>
                              <lb/>
                              <persName>GEO. MARSH,</persName>
                              <lb/>
                              <persName>W. PALMER.</persName>
                              <lb/>
                           </signed>
                           <salute>To Mr. Gustavus Vassa, Commissary of Provisions and stores for
                              the Black Poor going to sierra Leona.</salute>
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               <p>I proceeded immediately to the executing of my duty on board the vessels destined
                  for the voyage, where I continued till the March following.</p>
               <p>During my continuanee in the employment of government, I was struck with the
                  flagrant abuses committed by the agent, and endeavoured to remedy <pb n="246" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p246.jpg"/> them, but without effect. One
                  instance, among many which I could produce, may serve as a specimen. Government
                  had ordered to be provided all necessaries (slops, as they are called, included)
                  for 750 persons; however, not being able to muster more than 426, I was ordered to
                  send the superfluous slops, &amp;c. to the king's stores at Portsmouth; but, when
                  I demanded them for that purpose from the agent, it appeared they had never been
                  bought, though paid for by government. But that was not all, government were not
                  the only objects of peculation; these poor people suffered infinitely more; their
                  accommodations, were most wretched; many of them wanted beds, and many more
                  cloathing and other necessaries. For the truth of this, and much more, I do not
                  seek credit from my own assertion. I appeal to the testimony of Capt. <pb n="247" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p247.jpg"/> Thompson, of the Nautilus, who
                  convoyed us, to whom I applied in February 1787, for a remedy, when I had
                  remonstrated to the agent in vain, and even brought him to be a witness of the
                  injustice and oppression I complained of. I appeal also to a letter written by
                  these wretched people, so early as the beginning of the preceding January, and
                  published in the Morning Herald, on the 4th of that month, signed by twenty of
                  their chiefs.</p>
               <p>I could not silently suffer government to be thus cheated, and my countrymen
                  plundered and oppressed, and even lest destitude of the necessaries for almost
                  their existence. I therefore informed the Commissioners of the Navy of the agent's
                  proceeding; but my dismission was soon after procured, by means of a gentleman in
                  the city, whom the agent, conscious of his peculation, <pb n="248" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p248.jpg"/> had deceived by letter, and who,
                  moreover, empowered the same agent to receive on board, at the government expence,
                  a number of persons as passengers, contrary to the orders I received. By this I
                  suffered a considerable loss in my property: however, the commissioners were
                  satisfied with my conduct, and wrote to Capt. Thompson, expressing their
                  opprobation of it.</p>
               <p>Thus provided, they proceeded on their voyage; and at last, worn out by treatment,
                  perhaps not the most mild, and wasted by sickness, brought on by want of medicine,
                  cloaths, bedding, &amp;c. they reached Sirrea Leona just at at the commencement of
                  the rains. At that season of the year it is impossible to cultivate the lands;
                  their provisions therefore were exhausted before they could derive any benefit
                  from agriculture; and it is not surprising <pb n="249" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p249.jpg"/> that many, especially the lascars,
                  whose constitutions are very tender, and who had been cooped up in ships from
                  October to June, and accommodated in the manner I have mentioned, should be so
                  wasted by their confinement as not long to survive it.</p>
               <p>Thus ended my part of the long-talked of expedition to sierra Leona; an expedition
                  which, however unfortunate in the event, was humane and politic in its design, nor
                  was its failure owing to government: every thing was done on their part; but there
                  was evidently sufficient mismanagement attending the conduct and execution of it
                  to defeat its success.</p>
               <p>I should not have been so ample in my account of this transaction, had not the
                  share I bore in it been made the subject of partial animadversion, and even my
                  dismission from my employment <pb n="250" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p250.jpg"/> thought worthy of being made by some a matter of public <ref target="triumph_" corresp="triumph">triumph*</ref>. The motives
                  which might influence any person to descend to a petty contest with an obscure
                  African, and to seek gratification by his depression, perhaps it is not proper
                  here to inquire into or relate, even if its detection were necessary to my
                  vindication; but I thank Heaven it is not. I wish to stand by my own integrity,
                  and not to shelter myself under the impropriety of another; and I trust the
                  behaviour of the Commissioners of the Navy to me entitle me to make this
                  assertion; for after I had been dismissed, March 24, I drew up a memorial
                  thus:</p>
               <note xml:id="triumph" target="triumph_">* See the Public Advertiser, July 14,
                     1787. [Equiano's Note]</note>
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                     <body>

                        <pb n="251" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p251.jpg"/>
                        <opener>To the Right Honourable the Lords Commissioners of his Majesty's Treasury:</opener>
                        <opener>
                           <hi rend="italic">The Memorial and Petition of</hi> GUSTAVUS VASSA <hi rend="italic">a black Man, late Commissary to the black Poor going
                              to</hi> AFRICA.</opener>
                        <opener>HUMBLY SHEWETH,</opener>
                        <p>THAT your Lordships memorialist was, by the Honourable the Commissioners
                           of his Majesty's Navy on the 4th of December last, appointed to the above
                           employment by warrant from that board;</p>
                        <p>That he accordingly proceeded to the execution of his duty on board of
                           the Vernon, being one of the ships appointed to proceed to Africa with
                           the above poor;</p>
                        <p>That your memorialist, to his great grief and astonishment, received a
                           letter <pb n="252" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p252.jpg"/> of
                           dismission from the Honourable Commissioners of the Navy, by your
                           Lordships orders;</p>
                        <p>That, conscious of having acted with the most perfect fidelity and the
                           greatest assiduity in discharging the trust reposed in him, he is
                           altogether at a loss to conceive the reasons of your Lordships having
                           altered the favourable opinion you were pleased to conceive of him,
                           sensible that your Lordships would not proceed to so severe a measure
                           without some apparent good cause; he therefore has every reason to
                           believe that his conduct has been grossly misrepresented to your
                           Lordships, and he is the more confirmed in his opinion, because, by
                           opposing measures of others concerned in the same expedition, which
                           tended to defeat your Lordships humane intentions, and to put the
                           government to a very considerable <pb n="253" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p253.jpg"/> additional expence, he
                           created a number of enemies, whose misrepresentations, he has too much reason to believe, laid the foundation of
                           his dismission. Unsupported by friends; and unaided by the advantages of
                           a liberal education, he can only hope for redress from the justice of his
                           cause, in addition to the mortification of having been removed from his
                           employment, and the advantage which he reasonably might have expected to
                           have derived therefrom. He has had the misfortune to have sunk a
                           considerable part of his lit tle property in fitting himself out, and in
                           other expences arising out of his situation, an account of which he here
                           annexes. Your memorialist will not trouble your Lordships with a
                           vindication of any part of his conduct, because he knows not of what
                           crimes he is accused; he, however, earnestly entreats <pb n="254" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p254.jpg"/> that you will be pleased to
                           direct an inquiry into his behaviour during the time he acted in the
                           public service; and, if it be found that his dismission arose from salse
                           representations, he is confident that in your Lordships justice he shall
                           find redress.</p>
                        <p>Your petitioner therefore humbly prays that your Lordships will take his
                           case into consideration, and that you will be pleased to order payment of
                           the above referred-to account, amounting to 32l. 4s. and also the wages
                           intended, which is most humbly submitted.</p>
                        <closer>
                           <placeName>
                              <hi rend="italic">London,</hi>
                             
                                 <hi rend="italic">May</hi> 12, 1787.
                           </placeName>
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               <p>The above petition was delivered into the hands of their Lordships, who were kind
                  enough, in the space of some few months afterwards, without hearing, to order me
                  50l. sterling—that is, 18l. wages for the time (upwards of four <pb n="255" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p255.jpg"/> months) I acted a faithful part in
                  their service. Certainly the sum is more than a free negro would have had in the
                  western colonies!!!</p>
               <p>From that period, to the present time, my life has passed in an even tenor, and
                  great part of my study and attention has been to assist in the cause of my much
                  injured countrymen.</p>
               <p>March the 21st, 1788, I had the honour of presenting the Queen with a petition on
                  behalf of my African brethren, which was received most graciously by Her
                  <ref target="Majesty_" corresp="Majesty">Majesty*</ref>:</p>
               
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                     <body>

                        <opener>
                           <hi rend="italic">To the</hi> QUEEN's <hi rend="italic">most Excellent
                              Majesty.</hi>
                        </opener>
                        <opener>
                           <salute>MADAM,</salute>
                        </opener>
                        <p>YOUR Majesty's well known benevolence and humanity emboldens</p>
                     </body>
                  </floatingText>
                  <note xml:id="Majesty" corresp="Majesty_">* At the request of some of my most
                     particular friends, I take the liberty of inserting it here. [Equiano's note]</note>
                  <pb n="256" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p256.jpg"/>
                  <floatingText>
                     <body>
                        <p>me to approach your royal presence, trusting that the obscurity of my
                           situa tion will not prevent your Majesty from attending to the sufferings
                           for which I plead.</p>
                        <p>Yet I do not solicit your royal pity, for my own distress; my sufferings,
                           although numerous, are in a measure forgotten. I supplicate your
                           Majesty's compassion for millions of my African countrymen, who groan
                           under the lash of tyranny in the West Indies.</p>
                        <p>The oppression and cruelty exercised to the unhappy negroes there, have
                           at length reached the British legislature, and they are now deliberating
                           on its redress; even several persons of pro perty in slaves in the West
                           Indies, have petitioned parliament against its continuance, sensible that it is as impolitic as it is unjust—and what is
                           inhuman must ever be unwise.</p>
                        <p>
                           <pb n="257" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p257.jpg"/> Your Majesty's
                           reign has been hitherto distinguished by private acts of benevolence and
                           bounty; surely the more extended the misery is, the greater claim it has
                           to your Majesty's com passion, and the greater must be your Majesty's
                           pleasure in administering to its relief.</p>
                        <p>I presume, therefore, gracious Queen, to implore your interposition with
                           your royal consort, in favour of the wretch ed Africans; that, by your
                           Majesty's benevolent influence, a period may now be put to their misery;
                           and that they may be raised from the condition of brutes, to which they
                           are at present degraded, to the rights and situation of freemen, and
                           admitted to partake of the blessings of your Majesty's happy government;
                           so shall your Majesty enjoy the heart-felt pleasure of procuring
                           happiness to millions, and be rewarded <pb n="258" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p258.jpg"/> in the grateful prayers of
                           themselves, and of their posterity.</p>
                        <p>And may the all-bountiful Creator shower on your Majesty, and the Royal
                           Family, every bleffing that this world can afford, and every fulness of
                           joy which divine revelation has promised us in the next.</p>
                        <closer>
                           <signed>I am your Majesty's most dutiful and devoted servant to command,
                              GUSTAVUS VASSA, The Oppressed Ethiopian.</signed>
                           <placeName>No. 53. Baldwin's Gardens.</placeName>
                        </closer>

                     </body>
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               <p>The negro consolidated act, made by the assembly of Jamaica last year, and the new
                  act of amendment now in agitation there, contain a proof of the existence of those
                  charges that have been made against the <pb n="259" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p259.jpg"/> planters relative to the tratment of
                  their slaves.</p>
               <p>I hope to have the satisfaction of seeing the renovation of liberty and justice,
                  resting on the British government, to vindicate the honour of our common nature.
                  These are concerns which do not perhaps belong to any particular office: but, to
                  speak more seriously to every man of sentiment, actions like these are the just
                  and sure foundation of future fame; a reversion, though remote, is coveted by some
                  noble minds as a substantial good. It is upon these grounds that I hope and expect
                  the attention of gentlemen in power. These are designs consonant to the elevation
                  of their rank, and the dignity of their stations: they are ends suitable to the
                  nature of a free and ge nerous government; and, connected with views of empire and
                  dominion, <pb n="260" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p260.jpg"/> suited to the
                  benevolence and solid merit of the legislature. It is a pursuit of substantial
                  greatness.—May the time come—at least the speculation to me is pleasing—when the
                  sable people shall gratefully commemorate the au spicious aera of extensive
                  freedom. Then shall those <ref target="persons_" corresp="persons">persons*</ref> particularly be named with praise and honour,
                  who generously proposed and stood forth in the cause of humanity, liberty, and
                  good policy; and brought to the car of the legislature designs worthy of royal
                  patronage and adoption. May Heaven make the British senators the dispersers of
                  light, liberty, and science, to the uttermost parts of the earth: <note xml:id="persons" target="persons_">
                                    <p>* Granville Sharp, <abbr>Esq</abbr> the Reverend Thomas
                        Clarkson; the Reverend James Ramsay; our approved friends, men of virtue,
                        are an honour to their country, ornamental to human nature, happy in
                        themselves, and benefactors to mankind! [Equiano's note]</p>
                                </note>
                  <pb n="261" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p261.jpg"/> then will be glory to God on
                  the highest, on earth peace, and good-will to men:—Glory, honour, peace, &amp;c.
                  to every soul of man that worketh good, to the Britons first, (because to them the
                  Gospel is preached) and also to the nations. <quote>'Those that honour their Maker have mercy on the poor.'
                  'It is righteousness exalteth a nation, but sin
                     is a reproach to any people; destruction shall be to the workers of iniquity,
                     and the wicked shall fall by their own wickedness.'</quote> May the blessings
                  of the Lord be upon the heads of all those who commiserated the cases of the
                  oppressed negroes, and the fear of God prolong their days; and may their
                  expectations be filled with gladness! 'The
                     liberal devise liberal things, and by liberal things shall stand,'
                  Isaiah xxxii. 8. They can say with pious Job, <quote>'Did not I weep for <pb n="262" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p262.jpg"/> him
                     that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?'</quote> Job xxx.
                  25.</p>
               <p>As the inhuman traffic of slavery is to be taken into the consideration of the
                  British legislature, I doubt not, if a system of commerce was established in
                  Africa, the demand for manufactures will most rapidly augment, as the na tive
                  inhabitants will insensibly adopt the British fashions, manners, customs, &amp;c.
                  In proportion to the civilization, so will be the consumption of British
                  manufactures.</p>
               <p>The wear and tear of a continent, nearly twice as large as Europe, and rich in
                  vegetable and mineral productions, is much easier conceived than calculated.</p>
               <p>A case in point.—It cost the Aborigines of Britain, little or nothing in clothing,
                  &amp;c. The difference between their forefathers and the present generation, <pb n="263" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p263.jpg"/> in point of consumption, is
                  literally infinite. The supposition is most obvious. It will be equally im mense
                  in Africa—The same cause, viz. civilization, will ever have the same effect.</p>
               <p>It is trading upon safe grounds. A commercial intercourse with Africa opens an
                  inexhaustible source of wealth to the manufacturing interests of Great Britain,
                  and to all which the slave trade is an objection.</p>
               <p>If I am not misinformed, the manufacturing interest is equal, if not superior, to
                  the landed interest, as to the value, for reasons which will soon appear. The
                  abolition of slavery, so diabolical, will give a most rapid extension of
                  manufactures, which is totally and diametrically opposite to what some interested
                  people assert.</p>
               <p>
                  <pb n="264" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p264.jpg"/> The manufactures of this
                  country must and will, in the nature and reason of things, have a full and
                  constant employ by supplying the African mar kets.</p>
               <p>Population, the bowels and surface of Africa, abound in valuable and use ful
                  returns; the hidden treasures of cen turies will be brought to light and into
                  circulation. Industry, enterprize, and mining, will have their full scope, pro
                  portionably as they civilize. In a word, it lays open an endless field of commerce
                  to the British manufactures and merchant adventurer. The manufacturing interest
                  and the general inte rests are synonymous. The abolition of slavery would be in
                  reality an universal good.</p>
               <p>Tortures, murder, and every other imaginable barbarity and iniquity, are practised
                  upon the poor slaves with impunity. <pb n="265" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p265.jpg"/> I hope the slave trade will be
                  abolished. I pray it may be an event at hand. The great body of manufacturers,
                  uniting in the cause, will considerably facilitate and expedite it; and, as I
                  have already stated, it is most substantially their interest and advantage, and as
                  such the nation's at large, (except those persons concerned in the manufacturing
                  neck-yokes, collars, chains, hand-cuffs, leg-bolts, drags, thumbscrews, iron
                  muzzles, and coffins; cats, scourges, and other instruments of torture used in the
                  slave trade). In a short time one sentiment alone will prevail, from motives of
                  interest as well as justice and humanity. Europe contains one hundred and twenty
                  millions of inhabitants. Query—How many millions doth Africa contain? supposing
                  the Africans, collectively and individually, to expend 5l. a head in raiment <pb n="266" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p266.jpg"/> and furniture yearly when
                  civilized, &amp;c. an immensity beyond the reach of imagination!</p>
               <p>This I conceive to be a theory founded upon facts, and therefore an infallible
                  one. If the blacks were permitted to remain in their own country, they would
                  double themselves every fifteen years. In proportion to such increase will be the
                  demand for manufactures. Cotton and indigo grow spontaneously in most parts of
                  Africa; a consideration this of no small consequence to the manufacturing towns of
                  Great Britain. It opens a most immense, glorious, and happy prospect—the clothing,
                  &amp;c. of a continent ten thousand miles in circumference, and immensely rich in
                  productions of every denomination in return for manufactures.</p>
               <p>
                  <pb n="267" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p267.jpg"/> I have only therefore to
                  request the reader's indulgence and conclude. I am far from the vanity of thinking
                  there is any merit in this narrative: I hope censure will be suspended, when it is
                  considered that it was written by one who was as unwilling as unable to adorn the
                  plainness of truth by the colouring of imagination. My life and fortune have been
                  extremely chequered, and my adventures various. Even those I have related are
                  considerably abridged. If any incident in this little work should appear
                  uninteresting and trifling to most readers, I can only say, as my excuse for
                  mentioning it, that almost every event of my life made an impression on my mind,
                  and influenced my conduct. I early accus tomed myself to look for the hand of God
                  in the minutest occurrence, and to learn from it a lesson of morality <pb n="268" facs="pageImages/Equiano-vol2-p268.jpg"/> and religion; and in this light,
                  every circumstance I have related was to me of importance. After all, what makes
                  any event important, unless by its observation we become better and wiser, and
                  learn 'to do justly, to love mercy, and to walk
                     humbly before God?' To those who are possessed of this spirit, there is
                  scarcely any book or incident so trifling that does not afford some profit, while
                  to others the experience of ages seems of no use; and even to pour out to them the
                  treasures of wisdom is throwing the jewels of instruction away.</p>
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            <note xml:id="subscribers" target="subscribers_">
                            <p>Equiano published the book by
                  subscription, subsidizing the printing of the book by soliciting payment up front
                  from people who would then receive their copy of the book (or copies; some people
                  ordered multiple copies) when it was published. This was a shrewd move on
                  Equiano's part, as it enabled him to retain copyright in his book, which meant
                  that he received all of the profits, rather than, as was more typical in the
                  period, receiving a lump sum in advance for his copyright. At the same time, the
                  subscribers were able to associate themselves with the abolitionist cause;
                  becoming a subscriber, and having your name published in this list, was like
                  signing a petition in favor of ending the slave trade.</p>
               <p>The <hi rend="italic">Interesting Narrative</hi> was a great success, going into
                  nine editions in Equiano's lifetime. With each edition, the list of subscribers
                  grew; the first edition had 321 subscribers, which grew to 804 in the ninth
                  edition, published in 1794. Here we print the list of subscribers for the second
                  edition, published in 1789.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="benin" target="benin_">
                            <p>A prime area for the slave trade during this
                  time due to its economic and military prowess. The upper hand in warfare was an
                  important factor in the African slave trade because of the tradition in which
                  African tribes would enslave other Africans after battles, viewing them as spoils
                  of war.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="purple" target="purple_">
                            <p>The best color to wear in Europe during this
                  time was purple since the color was hard to extract and get a hold of. If one was
                  to wear purple it was usually because they were royal.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="agriculture" target="agriculture_">
                            <p>Interesting to note that they are
                  living in an egalitarian culture when it comes to agriculture, the backbone to
                  their existence.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="hardiness" target="hardiness_">
                            <p>The narrator appears to be proud that it
                  is his land that is most commonly used for the slave trade due to his people's
                  hardiness and work ethic.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="trophy" target="trophy_">
                            <p>Grisly account that does not parallel the
                  thriving and forward thinking culture of the narrator's home that he described
                  earlier.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="oblation" target="oblation_">
                            <p>Oblation: (the act of making a religious
                  offering; specifically capitalized : the act of offering the eucharistic elements
                  to God</p>.</note>

            <note xml:id="oblation2" target="oblation2_">
                            <p>The act of making a religious offering;
                  specifically capitalized : the act of offering the eucharistic elements to God
                  (Merriam-Webster).</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="jews" target="jews_">
                            <p>Religious laws require Jewish people to take part
                  in ritual washing, including an immersion of the whole body (tevilah) and the
                  pouring water over the hands (netilat yadayim). There is no specific correlation
                  or proof that this contributed to higher hygiene levels among the Jewish
                  population, however, so Equiano's statement is likely based on stereotypes of the
                  time (Wikipedia).</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="gill" target="gill_">
                            <p>John Gill (1697-1771) was a prominent biblical
                  scholar of the time, know most commonly for his in-depth biblical analysis in <hi rend="italic">An Exposition of the New Testament</hi> (3 vols., 1746–8), and
                     <hi rend="italic"> Exposition of the Old Testament</hi> (6 vols.,
                  1748–63)(Wikipedia).</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="afer" target="afer_">
                            <p>In Dr. Gill's analysis of Genesis 25:4, he
                  mentions an Aphra and Apher, not an Afer and Afra, which is a potential error on
                  Equiano's part. Dr. Gill contextualizes them by saying that they are the <quote>
                     sons of Abraham by Keturah...and all Africa, had their names, and that these
                     accompanied Hercules into Lybia</quote> (Christianity.com).</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="clarkson" target="clarkson_">
                            <p>Thomas Clarkson (1760-1846) was an English
                  abolitionist that participated heavily in anti-slavery campaigns worldwide
                  (Wikipedia).</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="sable" target="sable_">
                            <p>Black or dark. Source: Oxford English
                  Dictionary.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="pestilential" target="pestilential_">
                            <p>According to the Oxford English
                  Dictionary, relating to epidemic disease.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="consternation" target="consternation_">
                            <p>Can be defined as amazement and
                  terror, or dismay (Oxford English Dictionary).</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="spartan" target="spartan_">
                            <p>The Spartans, from ancient Greece, performed
                  this same practice. The men stayed away from the women most of the time so they
                  could focus on war and studying with their brothers. This practice helps the men
                  stay sharp and not have either of the sexes be distracted by each
               other.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="barbarity" target="barbarity_">
                            <p>The use of the word "barbarity" is
                  significant because during this time period, slaves were usually the ones that
                  were dehumanized and deemed savages, whereas white people were considered
                  civilized.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="sloop" target="sloop_">
                            <p>Oxford English Dictionary refers to a "sloop" as
                  a "small, one-masted fore-and-aft rigged vessel" or a "relatively small
                  ship-of-war carrying guns on the upper deck only."</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="bastinado" target="bastinado_">
                            <p>Oxford English Dictionary refers to a
                  "bastinado" as a "blow with a stick, usually on the soles of the feet."</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="wherry" target="wherry_">
                            <p>A 15 to 20 foot long boat traditionally used
                  to carry cargo and passengers in rivers and canals in England. Source: Oxford
                  English Dictionary.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="traffic" target="traffic_">
                            <p>By which Equiano means his trade history.
                  Source: Oxford English Dictionary.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="neat" target="neat_">
                            <p>In good condition. Source: Oxford English
                  Dictionary.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="obeisance" target="obeisance_">
                            <p>Deference or submission to a superior.
                  Source: Oxford English Dictionary.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="manumission" target="manumission_">
                            <p>Formal release from slavery or
                  servitude. Source: Oxford English Dictionary.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="peter" target="peter_">
                            <p>Allusion to Peter's escape from King Herrod's
                  prison, when God sent an angel to miraculously save him. Source: King James
                  Bible.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="elijah" target="elijah_">
                            <p>Allusion to story in 2 Kings when God
                  mysteriously took Elijah and Enoch to Heaven before they died. Source: King James
                  Bible.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="gaol" target="gaol_">
                            <p>A jail. Source: Oxford English
               Dictionary.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="secret" target="secret_">
                            <p>To keep secret, conceal, hide. Source: Oxford
                  English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="lading" target="lading_">
                            <p>The loading of a ship with its cargo. Source:
                  Oxford English Dictionary</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="bullocks" target="bullocks_">
                            <p>Bull calves. Source: Oxford English
                  Dictionary.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="tight" target="tight_">
                            <p>Watertight. Source: Oxford English
                  Dictionary.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="appellation" target="appellation_">
                            <p>A designation, name, or title given.
                  Source: Oxford English Dictioonary.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="leebeam" target="leebeam_">
                            <p>Designating the side of a vessel or sideward
                  direction: the side away from the wind. Source: Oxford English
               Dictionary.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="grampus" target="grampus_">
                            <p>The popular name of various delphinoid
                  cetaceans, having a high falcate dorsal fin and a blunt rounded head, and
                  remarkable for the spouting and blowing which accompanies their movements. Source:
                  Oxford English Dictioanry.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="madeira" target="madeira_">
                            <p>These islands traded heavily in sugar cane.
                  Barbados had one of the largest sugar industries in the world during the
                  eighteenth century. Source: Oxford English Dictionary and Wikipedia.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="nevis" target="nevis_">
                            <p>A small island in the Caribbean. Source:
                  Wikipedia.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="sheerness" target="sheerness_">
                            <p>Sheerness is a port to the east of
                  London. See link for photo
                  http://www.weather-forecast.com/locations/Sheerness.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="aquafortis" target="aquafortis_">
                            <p>Nitric Acid, Latin for Strong Water,
                  it is a highly corrosive substance. Source: Oxford English Dictionary.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="lanthorn" target="lanthorn_">
                            <p>Lantern. Source: Oxford English
                  Dictionary.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="walrus" target="walrus_">
                            <p>Walruses. Source: Oxford English
                  Dictionary.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="orfordness" target="orfordness_">
                            <p>A sand bar off the eastern coast of
                  England. Source: Wikipedia.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="smyrna" target="smyrna_">
                            <p>Known today as Izmir, Turkey, this large port
                  was an Ancient Greek city that’s strategically advantageous position has
                  maintained it as a trading port to this day. Source: Wikipedia.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="inveigle" target="inveigle_">
                            <p>Persuade. Source: Oxford English
                  Dictionary.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="trepan" target="trepan_">
                            <p>This does not refer to the surgical definition
                  of trepan which means to dig a hole in the scull. This is a lesser known
                  definition meaning to ensnare or trap.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="alarm" target="alarm_">
                            <p>Reference to Joseph Alleine’s 1671 "An Alarm to
                  the Unconverted," which was commonly referred to as the "Sure Guide to Heaven,"
                  that outlined the need for religious conversion of all people. Source: King James
                  Bible.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="acts" target="acts_">
                            <p>'Neither is there salvation in any other: for
                  there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.'
                  Source: Acts 4:12.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="bornagain" target="bornagain_">
                            <p>Jesus answered, "Very truly I tell you,
                  no one can enter the kingdom of God unless they are born of water and the Spirit."
                  Source: John 3:5.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="ardour" target="ardour_">
                            <p>Heat of passion or desire, vehemence, ardent
                  desire; warmth of emotion, zeal, fervour, eagerness, enthusiasm. Source: Oxford
                  English Dictionary.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="supplication" target="supplication_">
                            <p>A humble plea; an earnest request
                  or entreaty or the action of addressing a solemn request to God. Source: Oxford
                  English Dictionary.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="indited" target="indited_">
                            <p>To utter, suggest, or inspire a form of
                  words which is to be repeated or written down. Source: Oxford English
                  Dictionary.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="aminadab" target="aminadab_">
                            <p>A person mentioned in Canticles 6:12 whose
                  chariots were famed for their swiftness. Source: Bible Study Tools.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="laden" target="laden_">
                            <p>Burdened, loaded, weighed down. Source: Oxford
                  English Dictionary).</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="romans" target="romans_">
                            <p>'For we know that our old self was crucified
                  with him so that the body ruled by sin might be done away with, that we should no
                  longer be slaves to sin.' Source: Romans 6:6.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="blackfriars" target="blackfriars_">
                            <p>An area of central London, which
                  lies in the south-west corner of the City of London. The name Blackfriars was
                  first used in 1317 and derives from the black cappa worn by the Dominican Friars
                  who moved their priory from Holborn to the area between the River Thames and
                  Legate Hill in 1276. Source: Blackfriars, Oxford, England.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="shewed" target="shewed_">
                            <p>A spelling of the word "showed." Source:
                  Oxford English Dictionary.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="abhorrence" target="abhorrence_">
                            <p>A feeling of revulsion; disgusted
                  loathing. Source: Oxford English Dictionary.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="guile" target="guile_">
                            <p>Sly or cunning intelligence. Source: Oxford
                  English Dictionary.</p>
                        </note>

            <note xml:id="impious" target="impious_">
                            <p>Showing lack of respect for God or religion.
                  Source: Oxford English Dictionary.</p>
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                <p> It is a melancholly Object to those, who walk through this great Town, or travel
                    in the Country, when they see the streets, the roads, and the cabbin-doors
                    crowded with beggars of the female sex, followed by three, four, or six children, all in rags, and importuning every passenger for an Alms. These <hi rend="italic">Mothers</hi>
                    instead of being able to work for their honest lively-hood, are forced to employ
                    all their time in Stroling to beg Sustenance for their helpless infants who, as
                    they grow up, either turn <hi rend="italic">Thieves</hi> for want of work, or
                    leave their <hi rend="italic">dear native Country, to fight for the Pretender in
                        Spain</hi>, or sell themselves to the <hi rend="italic">Barbadoes</hi>. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p> I think it is agreed by all Parties, that this prodigious number of Children in
                    the Arms, or on the Backs, or at the <hi rend="italic">heels of their
                        Mothers</hi>, and frequently of their Fathers, is <hi rend="italic">in the
                        present deplorable state of the Kingdom</hi>, a very great additional
                    grievance; and therefore whoever could find out a fair, cheap and easy method of
                    making these Children sound and useful Members of the common-wealth, would
                    deserve so well of the publick, as to have his Statue set up for a preserver of
                    the Nation. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p> But my Intention is very far from being confined to provide only for the
                    Children of <hi rend="italic">professed Beggars</hi>: it is of a much greater
                    extent, and shall take in the whole number of infants at a certain Age, who are
                    born of Parents in effect as little able to support them, as those who demand
                    our Charity in the Streets. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p> As to my own part, having turned my thoughts for many Years, upon this important
                    Subject, and maturely weighed the several <hi rend="italic">Schemes of our
                        Projectors</hi>, I have always found them grossly mistaken in their
                    computation. It is true, a Child <hi rend="italic">just dropt from its Dam</hi>
                    may be supported by her Milk, for a Solar year, with little other Nourishment:
                    at most not above the Value of two Shillings, which the Mother may certainly
                    get, or the Value in <hi rend="italic">Scraps</hi>, by her lawful Occupation of
                    begging; and it is exactly at one year Old that I propose to provide for them in
                    such a manner, as, instead of being a Charge upon their <hi rend="italic">Parents</hi>, or the <hi rend="italic">Parish</hi>, or <hi rend="italic">wanting Food and Raiment</hi> for the rest of their Lives, they shall, on
                    the Contrary, contribute to the Feeding, and partly to the Cloathing of many
                    Thousands. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p> There is likewise another great Advantage in my Scheme, that it will prevent
                    those <hi rend="italic">voluntary Abortions</hi>, and that horrid practice of
                        <hi rend="italic">Women murdering their Bastard Children</hi>, alas! too
                    frequent among us, Sacrificing the <hi rend="italic">poor innocent Babes</hi>, I
                    doubt, more to avoid the Expence than the Shame, which would move Tears and Pity
                    in the most Savage and inhuman breast. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p> The number of Souls in this Kingdom being usually reckoned one Million and a
                    half, of these I calculate there may be about two hundred thousand Couple whose
                    Wives are Breeders; from which number I Substract thirty Thousand Couples, who
                    are able to maintain their own Children, although I apprehend there cannot be so
                    many, under <hi rend="italic">the present distresses of the Kingdom</hi> but
                    this being granted, there will remain an hundred and seventy thousand Breeders.
                    I again Substract fifty Thousand, for those Women who miscarry, or whose
                    Children dye by accident or disease within the Year. There only remain an
                    hundred and twenty thousand Children of poor Parents annually born. The question
                    therefore is, How this number shall be reared, and provided for? which, as I
                    have already said, under the present Situation of Affairs, is utterly impossible
                    by all the methods hitherto proposed. For we can <hi rend="italic">neither
                        employ them in Handicraft</hi> or <hi rend="italic">Agriculture</hi>; they
                    neither build Houses, (I mean in the Country) nor cultivate Land: they can very
                    seldom pick up a Lively-hood <hi rend="italic">by Stealing</hi> till they arrive
                    at six years Old; except where they are of towardly parts, although I confess
                    they learn the Rudiments much earlier; during which time they can however be
                    properly looked upon only as <hi rend="italic">Probationers</hi>: As I have been
                    informed by a principal Gentleman in the County of <hi rend="italic">Cavan</hi>,
                    who protested to me, that he never knew above one or two Instances under the Age
                    of six, even in a part of the Kingdom <hi rend="italic">so renowned for the
                        quickest proficiency in that Art</hi>. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p> I am assured by our Merchants, that a Boy or a Girl before twelve years Old, is
                    no saleable Commodity, and even when they come to this Age, they will not yield
                    above three Pounds, or three Pounds and half a Crown at most, on the Exchange;
                    which cannot turn to Account either to the Parents or Kingdom, the Charge of
                    Nutriments and Rags having been at least four times that Value. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p> I shall now therefore humbly propose my own thoughts, which I hope will not be
                    lyable to the least Objection. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p> I have been assured by a very knowing <hi rend="italic">American</hi>of my
                    acquaintance in <hi rend="italic">London</hi>, that a young healthy Child well
                    Nursed, is, at a year Old, a most delicious nourishing and wholesome Food,
                    whether <hi rend="italic">Stewed, Roasted, Baked</hi>, or <hi rend="italic">Boyled</hi>; and I make no doubt that it will equally serve in a <hi rend="italic">Fricasie</hi>, or a <hi rend="italic">Ragoust</hi>. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p> I do therefore humbly offer it to <hi rend="italic">publick consideration</hi>,
                    that of the hundred and twenty thousand Children, already computed, twenty
                    thousand may be reserved for Breed, whereof only one fourth part to be Males;
                    which is more than we allow to <hi rend="italic">Sheep, black Cattle</hi>, or
                        <hi rend="italic">Swine</hi>, and my reason is, that these Children are
                    seldom the Fruits of Mrriage, <hi rend="italic">a Circumstance not much regarded
                        by our Savages</hi>, therefore, <hi rend="italic">one Male</hi> will be
                    sufficient to serve <hi rend="italic">four Females</hi>. That the remaining
                    hundred thousand may, at a year Old, be offered in Sale to the <hi rend="italic">persons of Quality</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Fortune</hi>, through the
                    Kingdom, always advising the Mother to let them Suck plentifully in the last
                    Month, so as to render them Plump, and Fat for a good Table. A Child will make
                    two Dishes at an Entertainment for Friends, and when the Family dines alone, the
                    fore or hind Quarter will make a reasonable Dish, and seasoned with a little
                    Pepper or Salt, will be very good Boiled on the fourth Day, especially in <hi rend="italic">Winter</hi>. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p> I have reckoned upon a Medium, that a Child just born will weigh 12 pounds, and
                    in a solar Year, if tollerably nursed, encreaseth to 28 Pound. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p> I grant this food will be somewhat dear, and therefore very <hi rend="italic">proper for Landlords</hi>, who, as they have already devoured most of the
                    Parents, seem to have the best Title to the Children. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p> Infant's flesh will be in Season throughout the Year, but more plentiful in <hi rend="italic">March</hi>, and a little before and after; for we are told by
                    a grave Author, an eminent French Physician, that <hi rend="italic">Fish being a
                        prolifick Dyet</hi>, there are more Children born in <hi rend="italic">Roman
                        Catholick Countries</hi> about nine Months after <hi rend="italic">Lent</hi>, than at any other Season, therefore reckoning a Year after <hi rend="italic">Lent</hi>, the Markets will be more glutted than usual,
                    because the Number of <hi rend="italic">Popish Infants</hi>, is at least three
                    to one in this Kingdom, and therefore it will have one other Collateral
                    advantage, by lessening the Number of Papists among us. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p> I have already computed the Charge of nursing a Beggars Child (in which list I
                    reckon all <hi rend="italic">Cottagers, Labourers</hi>, and four fifths of the
                        <hi rend="italic">Farmers</hi>) to be about two Shillings <hi rend="italic">per Annum</hi>, Rags Included; and I believe no Gentleman would repine to
                    give Ten Shillings for the <hi rend="italic">Carcass of a good fat Child</hi>,
                    which, as I have said, will make four Dishes of excellent Nutritive Meat, when
                    he hath only some particular friend, or his own Family to Dine with him. Thus
                    the Squire will learn to be a good Landlord, and grow popular among his Tenants,
                    the Mother will have Eight Shillings neat profit, and be fit for Work till she
                    produces another Child. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p> Those who are more thrifty (<hi rend="italic">as I must confess the Times
                        require</hi>) may stay the Carcass; the Skin of which, Artificially dressed,
                    will make admirable <hi rend="italic">Gloves for Ladies</hi>, and <hi rend="italic">Summer Boots for fine Gentlemen</hi>. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p> As to our City of <hi rend="italic">Dublin</hi>, Shambles may be appointed for
                    this purpose, in the most convenient parts of it, and Butchers we may be assured
                    will not be wanting; although I rather recommend buying the Children alive, and
                    dressing them hot from the Knife, as we do <hi rend="italic">roasting Pigs</hi>. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p> A very worthy Person, <hi rend="italic">a true Lover of his Country</hi>, and
                    whose Virtues I highly esteem, was lately pleased, in discoursing on this
                    matter, to offer a refinement upon my Scheme. He said, that many Gentlemen of
                    this Kingdom, having of late destroyed their Deer, he conceived that the want of
                    Venison might be well supplyed by the Bodies of young Lads and Maidens, not
                    exceeding fourteen Years of Age, nor under twelve; so great a Number of both
                    Sexes in every Country being now ready to Starve for want of Work and Service:
                    And these to be disposed of by their Parents if alive, or otherwise by their
                    nearest Relations. But with due deference to so excellent a friend, and so
                    deserving a Patriot, I cannot be altogether in his Sentiments; for as to the
                    Males, my <hi rend="italic">American</hi> acquaintance assured me from frequent
                    Experience, that their flesh was generally Tough and Lean, like that of our
                    School-boys, by continual exercise, and their Taste disagreeable, and to Fatten
                    them would not answer the Charge. Then as to the Females, it would, I think,
                    with humble Submission, <hi rend="italic">be a loss to the Publick</hi>, because
                    they soon would become Breeders themselves: And besides, it is not improbable
                    that some scrupulous People might be apt to Censure such a Practice, (although
                    indeed very unjustly) as a little bordering upon Cruelty, which, I confess, hath
                    always been with me the strongest objection against any Project, however so well
                    intended. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p> But in order to justify my friend, he confessed, that this expedient was put
                    into his head by the famous <hi rend="italic">Sallmanaazor</hi>, a Native of the
                    Island <hi rend="italic">Formosa</hi>, who came from thence to <hi rend="italic">London</hi>, above twenty Years ago, and in Conversation told my friend,
                    that in his Country, when any young Person happened to be put to Death, the
                    Executioner sold the Carcass to <hi rend="italic">Persons of Quality</hi>, as a
                    prime Dainty; and that, in his Time, the Body of a plump Girl of fifteen, who
                    was crucified for an attempt to Poison the Emperor, was sold to his Imperial <hi rend="italic">Majesty's prime Minister of State</hi>, and other great <hi rend="italic">Mandarins</hi> of the Court <hi rend="italic">in Joints from
                        the Gibbet</hi>, at four hundred Crowns. Neither indeed can I deny, that if
                    the same use were made of several plump young Girls in this Town, who, without
                    one single Groat to their Fortunes, cannot stir abroad without a Chair, and
                    appear at a <hi rend="italic">Play-House</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Assemblies</hi> in Foreign fineries which they never will Pay for; the
                    Kingdom would not be the worse. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p> Some Persons of a desponding Spirit are in great concern about that vast Number
                    of poor People, who are aged, diseased, or maimed; and I have been desired to
                    imploy my thoughts what Course may be taken, to ease the Nation of so grievous
                    an Incumbrance. But I am not in the least pain upon that matter, because it is
                    very well known, that they are every Day <hi rend="italic">dying</hi>, and <hi rend="italic">rotting</hi>, by <hi rend="italic">cold</hi> and <hi rend="italic">famine</hi>, and <hi rend="italic">filth</hi>, and <hi rend="italic">vermin</hi>, as fast as can be reasonably expected. And as to
                    the young Labourers, they are now in almost as hopeful a Condition. They cannot
                    get Work, and consequently pine away from want of Nourishment, to a degree, that
                    if at any time they are accidentally hired to common Labour, they have not
                    strength to perform it, and thus the Country and themselves are happily
                    delivered from the Evils to come. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p> I have too long degressed, and therefore shall return to my subject. I think the
                    advantages by the Proposal which I have made are obvious and many, as well as of
                    the highest importance. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p> For first, as I have already observed, it would greatly lessen <hi rend="italic">the Number of Papists</hi>, with whom we are Yearly over-run, being the
                    principal Breeders of the nation, as well as our most dangerous Enemies, and who
                    stay at home on purpose with a design <hi rend="italic">to deliver the Kingdom
                        to the Pretender</hi>, hoping to take their Advantage by the absence <hi rend="italic">of so many good Protestants</hi>, who have chosen rather to
                    leave their Country, than stay at home, and pay Tythes against their Conscience
                    to an <hi rend="italic">Episcopal Curate</hi>. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p>
                    <hi rend="italic">Secondly</hi>, the poorer Tenants will have something valuable
                    of their own, which by Law may be made lyable to a Distress, and help to pay
                    their Landlord's Rent, their Corn and Cattle being already seazed, and <hi rend="italic">Money a thing unknown</hi>. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p>
                    <hi rend="italic">Thirdly</hi>, Whereas the Maintainance of an hundred thousand
                    Children, from two Years old, and upwards, cannot be computed at less than Ten
                    Shillings a piece <hi rend="italic">per Annum</hi>, the Nation's Stock will be
                    thereby encreased fifty thousand pounds <hi rend="italic">per Annum</hi>,
                    besides the profit of a new Dish, introduced to the Tables of all <hi rend="italic">Gentlemen of Fortune</hi> in the Kingdom, who have any
                    refinement in Taste, and the Money will circulate among our selves, the Goods
                    being entirely of our own Growth and Manufacture. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p>
                    <hi rend="italic">Fourthly</hi>, The constant Breeders, besides the gain of
                    Eight Shillings ster. <hi rend="italic">per Annum</hi>, by the Sale of their
                    Children, will be rid of the Charge of maintaining them after the first Year. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p>
                    <hi rend="italic">Fifthly</hi>, This food would likewise bring great <hi rend="italic">Custom to Taverns</hi>, where the Vintners will certainly be
                    so prudent as to procure the best receipts for dressing it to perfection; and
                    consequently have their Houses frequented by all the <hi rend="italic">fine
                        Gentlemen</hi>, who justly value themselves upon their knowledge in good
                    Eating; and a skilful Cook, who understands how to oblige his Guests, will
                    contrive to make it as expensive as they please. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p>
                    <hi rend="italic">Sixthly</hi>, This would be a great Inducement to Marriage,
                    which all wise Nations have either encouraged by Rewards, or enforced by Laws
                    and Penalties. It would encrease the care and tenderness of Mothers towards
                    their Children, when they were sure of a Settlement for Life to the poor Babes,
                    provided in some sort by the Publick, to their Annual profit instead of Expence,
                    we should soon see an honest Emulation among the married Women, <hi rend="italic">which of them could bring the fattest Child to the
                    Market</hi>. Men would become as fond of their <hi rend="italic">Wives</hi>,
                    during the Time of their Pregnancy, as they are now of their <hi rend="italic">Mares</hi> in Foal, their <hi rend="italic">Cows</hi> in Calf, or <hi rend="italic">Sows</hi> when they are ready to Farrow, nor offer to Beat or
                    Kick them (as is too frequent a practice) for fear of a Miscarriage. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p> Many other advantages might be enumerated: For instance, the addition of some
                    thousand Carcases in our exportation of Barreled Beef. The Propagation of <hi rend="italic">Swines Flesh</hi>, and Improvement in the Art of making good
                        <hi rend="italic">Bacon</hi>, so much wanted among us by the great
                    destruction of <hi rend="italic">Pigs</hi>, too frequent at our Tables, which
                    are no way comparable in Taste, or Magnificence to a well grown, fat Yearling
                    Child, which Roasted whole will make a considerable Figure at a <hi rend="italic">Lord Mayor's Feast</hi>, or any other Publick Entertainment.
                    But this, and many others, I omit, being studious of Brevity. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p> Supposing that one thousand Families in this City, would be constant Customers
                    for Infants Flesh, besides others who might have it at <hi rend="italic">Merry
                        meetings</hi>, particularly at <hi rend="italic">Weddings</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Christenings</hi>, I compute that <hi rend="italic">Dublin</hi> would take off Annually about twenty thousand Carcases, and the
                    rest of the Kingdom (where probably they will be Sold somewhat Cheaper) the
                    remaining eighty thousand. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p> 
                I can think of no one objection, that will possibly be raised against this proposal, 
                    unless it should be urged, that the number of people will be thereby much lessened in the kingdom. 
                    This I freely own, and was indeed one principal design in offering it to the world. 
                    I desire the reader will observe, that I calculate my remedy for this one individual Kingdom of Ireland, 
                    and for no other that ever was, is, or, I think, ever can be upon Earth. 
                    Therefore let no man talk to me of other expedients: Of taxing our absentees at five shillings a pound: 
                    Of using neither clothes, nor houshold furniture, except what is of our own growth and manufacture: 
                    Of utterly rejecting the materials and instruments that promote foreign luxury: 
                    Of curing the expensiveness of pride, vanity, idleness, and gaming in our women: 
                    Of introducing a vein of parsimony, prudence and temperance: Of learning to love our country, 
                    wherein we differ even from Laplanders, and the inhabitants of Topinamboo: Of quitting our animosities and factions, 
                    nor acting any longer like the Jews, who were murdering one another at the very moment their city was taken: 
                    Of being a little cautious not to sell our country and consciences for nothing: 
                    Of teaching landlords to have at least one degree of mercy towards their tenants. 
                    Lastly, of putting a spirit of honesty, industry, and skill into our shopkeepers, 
                    who, if a resolution could now be taken to buy only our native goods, 
                    would immediately unite to cheat and exact upon us in the price, the measure, and the goodness, 
                    nor could ever yet be brought to make one fair proposal of just dealing, though often and earnestly invited to it.<lb/>
                </p>
                <p>Therefore I repeat, let no man talk to me of these and the like expedients, till he hath at least some glympse of hope, 
                    that there will ever be some hearty and sincere attempt to put them into practice.<lb/>
                </p>
                <p> But, as to my self, having been wearied out for many Years with offering vain,
                    idle, visionary thoughts, and at length utterly despairing of Success, I
                    fortunately fell upon this Proposal, which, as it is wholly new, so it hath
                    something Solid and Real, of no Expence and little Trouble, full in our own
                    Power, and whereby we can incur no Danger in <hi rend="italic">disoblinging
                        England</hi>. For this kind of Commodity will not bear Exportation, and
                    Flesh being of too tender a Consistance, to admit a long continuance in Salt,
                        <hi rend="italic">although perhaps I could name a Country, which would be
                        glad to Eat up our whole Nation without it</hi>. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p> After all I am not so violently bent upon my own Opinion, as to reject any
                    Offer, proposed by wise Men, which shall be found equally Innocent, Cheap, Easy
                    and Effectual. But before something of that kind shall be advanced in
                    Contradiction to my Scheme, and offering a better, I desire the Author or
                    Authors will be pleased maturely to consider two points. <hi rend="italic">First</hi>, as things now stand, how they will be able to find Food and
                    Raiment for a hundred thousand useless Mouths and Backs. And <hi rend="italic">Secondly</hi>, there being a round Million of Creatures in humane Figure,
                    throughout this Kingdom, whose whole Subsi-stance put into a common Stock, would
                    leave them in Debt two Million of Pounds <hi rend="italic">Sterl</hi>, adding
                    those who are Beggars by Profession, to the Bulk of Farmers, Cottagers and
                    Labourers, with their Wives and Children, who are Beggars in Effect; I desire
                    those <hi rend="italic">Politicians</hi> who dislike my Overture, and may
                    perhaps be so bold to attempt an Answer, that they will first ask the Parents of
                    these Mortals, whether they would not at this Day think it a great Happiness to
                    have been sold for Food at a year Old, in the manner I prescribe, and thereby
                    have avoided such a perpetual Scene of Misfortunes, as they have since gone
                    through, by the <hi rend="italic">oppression of Land-lords</hi>, the
                    impossibility of paying Rent without Money or Trade, the want of common
                    Sustenance, with neither House nor Cloaths to cover them from the Inclemencies
                    of the Weather, and the most inevitable Prospect of intailing the like, or
                    greater Miseries, upon their Breed for ever. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                </p>
                <p> I Profess, in the sincerity of my Heart, that I have not the least personal
                    Interest in endeavouring to promote this necessary Work, having no other Motive
                    than the <hi rend="italic">publick Good of my Country</hi>, by <hi rend="italic">advancing our Trade, providing for Infants, relieving the Poor, and giving
                        some Pleasure to the Rich</hi>. I have no Children, by which I can propose
                    to get a single Penny; the youngest being nine Years old, and my Wife past Child
                    bearing. <lb/>
                    <lb/>
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                     <date when="1963">June 12, 1963</date>
                     <note>The first typewritten copy of King's letter was put together by Willie
                        Pearl Mackey, secretary to Wyatt Tee Walker, Executive Director for the
                        Southern Christian Leadership Conference, from notes smuggled out of
                        Birmingham City Jail (<ref target="https://library.samford.edu/special/treasures/2013/king-letter-bham-jail.html">Samford Library Special Collection</ref>). The letter was originally
                        written as a letter--it was addressed to Bishop C. C. J. Carpenter, Bishop
                        Joseph A. Durick, Rabbi Milton L. Grafman, Bishop Nolan B. Harmon, The Rev.
                        George H. Murray, The rev. Edward V. Ramabe, and The Rev. Earl Stallings.
                        The letter was dated from Birmingham City Jail, April 16, 1963. King closed
                        the letter with the salutation, "Yours for the cause of Peace and
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            <titlePart>The Christian Century<lb/>
               <hi rend="italic">An Ecumenical Weekly</hi>
                            <lb/>
               <hi rend="italic">June 12, 1963</hi>
                        </titlePart>
            <titlePart>Letter from<lb/> Birmingham Jail<lb/> Pope John XXIII<lb/> An
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            <head type="main">Letter from Birmingham Jail</head>
            <head type="sub">A vigorous, eloquent reply to criticism<lb/> expressed by a group of
               eight clergymen.</head>
            <p>MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.</p>
            <div>
               <p>MY DEAR FELLOW CLERGYMEN,</p>

               <p>
                                <hi rend="italic">While confined</hi> here in the Birmingham city jail, I came across your recent
                  statement calling my present activities "unwise and untimely." Seldom do I pause
                  to answer criticism of my work and ideas. If I sought to answer all the criticisms
                  that cross my desk, my secretaries would have little time for anything other than
                  such correspondence in the course of the day, and I would have no time for
                  constructive work. But since I feel that you are men of genuine good will and that
                  your criticisms are sincerely set forth, I want to try to answer your statement in
                  what I hope will be patient and reasonable terms.</p>
               <p>I think I should indicate why I am here in Birmingham, since you have been
                  influenced by the view which argues against "outsiders coming in." I have the
                  honor of serving as president of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, an
                  organization operating in every southern state, with headquarters in Atlanta,
                  Georgia. We have some eighty five affiliated organizations across the South, and
                  one of them is the Alabama Christian Movement for Human Rights. Frequently we
                  share staff, educational and financial resources with our affiliates. Several
                  months ago the affiliate here in Birmingham asked us to be on call to engage in a
                  nonviolent direct action program if such were deemed necessary. We readily
                  consented, and when the hour came we lived up to our promise. So I, along with
                  several members of my staff, am here because I was invited here. I am here because
                  I have organizational ties here.</p>
               <div n="1" type="section">
                  <head type="sub">I</head>
                  <p> But more basically, I am in Birmingham because injustice is here. Just as the
                     prophets of the eighth century B.C. left their villages and carried their "thus
                     saith the Lord" far afield, and just as the
                     Apostle Paul left his village of Tarsus and carried the gospel of Jesus Christ
                     to the far corners of the Greco Roman world, so am I compelled to carry the
                     gospel of freedom beyond my own home town. Like Paul, I must constantly respond
                     to the Macedonian call for aid.</p>

                  <p> Moreover, I am cognizant of the interrelatedness of all communities and
                     states. I cannot sit idly by in Atlanta and not be concerned about what happens
                     in Birmingham. Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are
                     caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of
                     destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly. Never again can
                     we afford to live with the narrow, provincial "outside agitator" idea. Anyone
                     who lives inside the United States can never be considered an outsider anywhere
                     within its bounds.</p>

                  <p> You deplore the demonstrations taking place in Birmingham. But your statement,
                     I am sorry to say, fails to express a similar concern for the conditions that
                     brought about the demonstrations. I am sure that none of you would want to rest
                     content with the superficial kind of social analysis that deals merely with
                     effects and does not grapple with underlying causes. It is unfortunate that
                     demonstrations are taking place in Birmingham, but it is even more unfortunate
                     that the city's white power structure left the Negro community with no
                     alternative.</p>
               </div>
               <div>
                  <head type="sub">II</head>
                  <p> In any nonviolent campaign there are four basic steps: collection of the facts
                     to determine whether injustices exist; negotiation; self purification; and
                     direct action. We have gone through all these steps in Birmingham. There can
                     be no gainsaying the fact that racial injustice engulfs this community.
                     Birmingham is probably the most thoroughly segregated city in the United
                     States. Police brutality  is widely known. Its unjust treatment of Negroes in the courts is a notorious reality.There have been more unsolved bombings
                     of Negro homes and churches in Birmingham than in any other city in the nation.
                     These are the hard, brutal facts of the case. On the basis of these conditions,
                     Negro leaders sought to negotiate with the city fathers. But the latter
                     consistently refused to engage in good faith negotiation.</p>

                  <p>Then, last September, came the opportunity to talk with leaders of Birmingham's
                     economic community. In the course of the negotiations, certain promises were
                     made by the merchants--for example, to remove the stores' humiliating racial
                     signs. On the basis of these promises, the Reverend Fred Shuttlesworth and the
                     leaders of the Alabama Christian Movement for Human Rights agreed to a
                     moratorium on all demonstrations. As the weeks and months went by, we realized
                     that we were the victims of a broken promise. The signs  remained.</p>
                  <p>As in so many past experiences, our hopes had <pb n="768" facs="pageImages/cc__Page_3.jpg"/>been blasted,and our disappointment was keenly felt. We had no alternative except to prepare for
                     direct action, whereby we would present our very bodies as a means of laying
                     our case before the conscience of the local and the national community. Mindful
                     of the difficulties involved, we decided to undertake a process of self
                     purification. We began a series of workshops on nonviolence, and we repeatedly
                     asked ourselves: "Are you able to accept blows without retaliating?" "Are you
                     able to endure the ordeal of jail?" We decided to schedule our direct action
                     program for the Easter season, realizing that except for Christmas, this is the
                     main shopping period of the year. Knowing that a strong economic-withdrawal
                     program would be the by product of direct action, we felt that this would be
                     the best time to bring pressure to bear on the merchants. .</p>

                  <p> But  Birmingham's mayoral election was coming up in
                     March
                     When we discovered that the Commissioner of Public Safety, Eugene "Bull"
                     Connor, had piled up enough votes to be in the run off, we decided to postpone the demonstrations until the day after the run-off so that they could not be used to cloud the issues..It is evident then, that we did not move irresponsibly into direct action Like many others, we waited to see Mr.
                     Connor defeated, and to this end we endured postponement after postponement.
                     Having aided in this community need, we felt that our direct action program
                     could be delayed no longer.</p>
               </div>
               <div>
                  <head type="sub">III</head>

                  <p> You may well ask,: "Why direct action? Why sit ins, marches and so forth? Isn't
                     negotiation a better path?" You are quite right in calling for negotiation.
                     Indeed, this is the very purpose of direct action. Nonviolent direct action
                     seeks to foster such a tension that a community which
                     has constantly refused to negotiate is forced to confront the issue. It seeks
                     so to dramatize the issue that it can no longer be ignored. My citing the
                     creation of tension as part of the work of the nonviolent resister may sound
                     rather shocking. But I readily acknowledge  that I am not afraid of the word "tension."
                     I have earnestly opposed violent tension, but there is a type of constructive,
                     nonviolent tension which is necessary for growth. Just as Socrates felt that it
                     was necessary to create a tension in the mind so that individuals could shake off the bondage of myths and half truths to the unfettered realm of creative
                     analysis and objective appraisal, so must we see the need for nonviolent
                     gadflies to create the kind of tension in society that will help men rise from
                     the dark depths of prejudice and racism to the majestic heights of
                     understanding and brotherhood. </p>
                  <p>The purpose of our direct action program is to create a situation so crisis
                     packed that it will inevitably open the door to negotiation. I therefore concur
                     with you in your call for negotiation. Too long has our beloved Southland been
                     bogged down in a tragic effort to live in monologue rather than dialogue.</p>

                  <p> One of the basic points in your statement is that the action that I and my
                     associates have taken in Birmingham is untimely. Some have asked: "Why didn't
                     you give the new city administration time to act?" The only answer that I can
                     give to this query is that the new Birmingham administration must be prodded
                     about as much as the outgoing one, before it will act. We are sadly mistaken if
                     we feel that the election of Albert Boutwell as mayor will bring the millennium
                     to Birmingham. While Mr. Boutwell is a much more gentle person than Mr. Connor,
                     they are both segregationists, dedicated to maintenance of the status quo. I
                     have hope that Mr. Boutwell will be reasonable enough to see the futility of
                     massive resistance to desegregation. But he will not see this without pressure
                     from devotees of civil rights. My friends, I must say to you that we have not
                     made a single gain in civil rights without determined legal and nonviolent
                     pressure. Lamentably, it is an historical fact that privileged groups seldom
                     give up their privileges voluntarily. Individuals may see the moral light and
                     voluntarily give up their unjust posture; but, as Reinhold Niebuhr has reminded
                     us, groups tend to be more immoral than individuals.</p>

                  <p> We know through painful experience that freedom is never voluntarily given by
                     the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed. Frankly, I have yet to
                     engage in a direct action campaign that was "well timed" in the view of those
                     who have not suffered unduly from the disease of segregation. For years now I
                     have heard the word "Wait!" It rings in the ear of every Negro with piercing
                     familiarity. This "Wait" has almost always meant "Never." As our distinguished jurors once said, that "justice too long delayed is
                     justice denied."</p>
               </div>
               <div>
                  <head type="sub">IV</head>
                  <p> We have waited for more than 340 years for our constitutional and God given
                     rights. The nations of Asia and Africa are moving with jetlike speed toward
                     gaining political independence, but we still creep at horse and buggy pace
                     toward gaining a cup of coffee at a lunch counter. Perhaps it is easy for those
                     who have never felt the stinging darts of segregation to say, "Wait." But when
                     you have seen vicious mobs lynch your mothers and fathers at will and drown
                     your sisters and brothers at whim; when you have seen hate filled policemen
                     curse, kick and even kill your black brothers and sisters; when you see the
                     vast majority of your twenty million Negro brothers smothering in an airtight
                     cage of poverty in the midst of an affluent society; when you suddenly find
                     your tongue twisted and your speech stammering as you <pb n="769" facs="pageImages/cc__Page_4.jpg"/>seek to explain to your six year old
                     daughter why she can't go to the public amusement park that has just been
                     advertised on television, and see tears welling up in her eyes when she is told
                     that Funtown is closed to colored children, and see ominous clouds of
                     inferiority beginning to form in her little mental sky, and see her beginning
                     to distort her personality by developing an unconscious bitterness toward white
                     people; when you have to concoct an answer for a five year old son who is
                     asking: "Daddy, why do white people treat colored people so mean?"; when you
                     take a cross county drive and find it necessary to sleep night after night in
                     the uncomfortable corners of your automobile because no motel will accept you;
                     when you are humiliated day in and day out by nagging signs reading "white" and
                     "colored"; when your first name becomes "nigger," your middle name becomes
                     "boy" (however old you are) and your last name becomes "John," and your wife
                     and mother are never given the respected title "Mrs."; when you are harried by
                     day and haunted by night by the fact that you are a Negro,, never quite knowing                                                                                 what to expect next, and are plagued with
                     inner fears and outer resentments; when you are forever fighting a degenerating
                     sense of "nobodiness"--then you will understand why we find it difficult to
                     wait. There comes a time when the cup of endurance runs over, and men are no
                     longer willing to be plunged into the abyss of despair. I hope, sirs, you can
                     understand our legitimate and unavoidable impatience.</p>
               </div>
               <div>
                  <head type="sub">V</head>
                  <p> You express a great deal of anxiety over our willingness to break laws. This
                     is certainly a legitimate concern. Since we so diligently urge people to obey
                     the Supreme Court's decision of 1954 outlawing segregation in the public
                     schools, at first glance it may seem rather paradoxical for us consciously to
                     break laws. One may well ask: "How can you advocate breaking some laws and
                     obeying others?" The answer lies in the fact that there are two types of laws:
                     just and unjust. I would agree with Augustine that "an unjust law is no law at                                                                                                                                                                                                                   all."</p>

                  <p> Now, what is the difference between the two? How does one determine whether                               a law is just or unjust? A just law is a man made code that squares with the
                     moral law or the law of God. An unjust law is a code that is out of harmony
                     with the moral law. To put it in the terms of St. Thomas Aquinas: An unjust law
                     is a human law that is not rooted in eternal law and natural law. Any law that
                     uplifts human personality is just. Any law that degrades human personality is
                     unjust. All segregation statutes are unjust because segregation distorts the
                     soul and damages the personality. It gives the segregator a false sense of
                     superiority and the segregated a false sense of inferiority. Segregation, to
                     use the terminology of the Jewish philosopher Martin Buber, substitutes an "I
                     it" relationship for an "I thou" relationship and ends up relegating persons to
                     the status of things. Hence segregation is not only politically, economically
                     and sociologically unsound, it is  sinful. Paul Tillich has
                     said that sin is separation. Is not segregation an existential expression of
                     man's tragic separation, his awful estrangement, his terrible sinfulness? Thus
                     it is that I can urge men to disobey segregation ordinances, for such ordinances 	are morally wrong.".</p>

                  <p> Let us consider some of the ways in which a law can be unjust. A law is unjust,                      for example, if a  majority group compels a minority group to
                     obey but does not make binding on itself. By the
                     same token, a law  in all probability is just if the majority itself willing to obey it. lf. This is sameness made legal. Let me
                     give another explanation. Also a  law is unjust if it is inflicted 
on a minority
                     that, as a result of being denied the right to vote, had no part in enacting or
                     devising the law. Who can say that the legislature of Alabama which set up that
                     state's segregation laws was democratically elected? Throughout Alabama all
                     sorts of devious methods are used to prevent Negroes from becoming registered
                     voters, and there are some counties in which, even though Negroes constitute a
                     majority of the population, not a 
single Negro is registered. Can any law
                     enacted under such circumstances be considered democratically structured?</p>

                  <p> Sometimes a law is just on its face and unjust in its application. For
                     instance, I have been arrested on a charge of parading without a permit. Now,
                     there is nothing wrong in having an ordinance which requires a permit for a
                     parade. But such an ordinance becomes unjust when it is used to maintain
                     segregation and to deny citizens the First-Amendment privilege of peaceful
                     assembly and protest.</p>

                  <p> I hope you are able to see the distinction I am trying to point out. In no
                     sense do I advocate evading or defying the law, as would the rabid
                     segregationist. That would lead to anarchy. One who breaks an unjust law must
                     do so openly, lovingly, and with a willingness to accept the penalty. I submit
                     that an individual who breaks a law that conscience tells him is unjust, and
                     who willingly accepts the penalty of imprisonment in order to arouse the
                     conscience of the community over its injustice, is in reality expressing the
                     highest respect for law.</p>

                  <p> Of course, there is nothing new about this kind of civil disobedience. It was
                     evidenced sublimely in the refusal of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego to obey
                     the laws of Nebuchadnezzar, on the ground that a higher moral law was at stake.
                     It was practiced superbly by the early Christians, who were willing to face
                     hungry lions and the excruciating pain of chopping blocks rather than submit to
                     certain unjust laws of the Roman Empire. To a degree, academic freedom is a
                     reality today because Socrates practiced civil disobedience.we should never forget that <pb n="770" facs="pageImages/cc__Page_5.jpg"/> 
everything
                     Adolf Hitler did in Germany was "legal" and everything the Hungarian freedom
                     fighters did in Hungary was "illegal." It was "illegal" to aid and comfort a
                     Jew in Hitler's Germany. Even so, I am sure that, had I lived in Germany at the
                     time, I would have aided and comforted my Jewish brothers. If today I lived in
                     a Communist country where certain principles dear to the Christian faith are
                     suppressed, I would openly advocate disobeying that country's antireligious
                     laws.</p>
               </div>
               <div>
                  <head type="sub">VI</head>
                  <p> I must make two honest confessions to you, my Christian and Jewish brothers.
                     First, I must confess that over the past few years I have been gravely
                     disappointed with the white moderate. I have almost reached the regrettable
                     conclusion that the Negro's great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom
                     is not the White Citizen's Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white
                     moderate, who is more devoted to "order" than to justice; who prefers a
                     negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the
                     presence of justice; who constantly says: "I agree with you in the goal you
                     seek, but I cannot agree with your methods"; who
                     paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for another man's freedom;
                     who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro to
                     wait for a "more convenient season." Shallow understanding from people of good
                     will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill
                     will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.</p>

                  <p> I had hoped that the white moderate would understand that law and order exist
                     for the purpose of establishing justice and that when they fail in this purpose
                     they become the dangerously structured dams that block the flow of social
                     progress. I had hoped that the white moderate would understand that the present
                     tension in the South is a necessary phase of the transition from an obnoxious
                     negative peace, in which the Negro passively accepted his unjust plight, to a
                     substantive and positive peace, in which all men will respect the dignity and
                     worth of human personality. Actually, we who engage in nonviolent direct action
                     are not the creators of tension. We merely bring to the surface the hidden
                     tension that is already alive. We bring it out in the open, where it can be
                     seen and dealt with. Like a boil that can never be cured so long as it is
                     covered up but must be opened with all its puss-flowing ugliness to the natural medicines of
                     air and light, injustice must be exposed, with all the tension its exposure
                     creates, to the light of human conscience and the air of national opinion
                     before it can be cured.</p>

                  <p> In your statement you assert that our actions, even though peaceful, must be
                     condemned because they precipitate violence. But is this a logical assertion?
                     Isn't this like condemning a robbed man because his possession of money
                     precipitated the evil act of robbery? Isn't this like condemning Socrates
                     because his unswerving commitment to truth and his philosophical inquiries
                     precipitated the act by the misguided populace in which they made him drink
                     hemlock? Isn't this like condemning Jesus because his unique God consciousness
                     and never ceasing devotion to God's will precipitated the evil act of
                     crucifixion? We must come to see that, as the federal courts have consistently
                     affirmed, it is wrong to urge an individual to cease his efforts to gain his
                     basic constitutional rights because the quest may precipitate violence. Society
                     must protect the robbed and punish the robber. </p>
                  <p>I had also hoped that the white moderate would reject the myth concerning time
                     in relation to the struggle for freedom. I have just received a letter from a
                     white brother in Texas. He writes: "All Christians know that the colored people
                     will receive equal rights eventually, but it is possible that you are in too
                     great a religious hurry. It has taken Christianity almost 2,000 years to
                     accomplish what it has. The teachings of Christ take time to come to earth."
                     Such an attitude stems from a tragic misconception of time, from the strangely
                     irrational notion that there is something in the very flow of time that will
                     inevitably cure all ills. Actually, time itself is neutral; it can be used
                     either destructively or constructively. More and more I feel that the people of
                     ill will have used time much more effectively than have the people of good
                     will. We will have to repent in this generation not merely for the hateful
                     words and actions of the bad people but for the appalling silence of the good
                     people. Human progress never rolls in on wheels of inevitability; it comes
                     through the tireless efforts of men willing to be co workers with God, and
                     without this hard work, time itself becomes an ally of the forces of social
                     stagnation. We must use time creatively, in the knowledge that the time is
                     always ripe to do right. Now is the time to make real the promise of democracy
                     and transform our pending national elegy into a creative psalm of brotherhood.
                     Now is the time to lift our national policy from the quicksand of racial
                     injustice to the solid rock of human dignity.</p>
               </div>
               <div>
                  <head type="sub">VII</head>

                  <p> You speak of our activity in Birmingham as extreme. At first I was rather
                     disappointed that fellow clergymen would see my nonviolent efforts as those of
                     an extremist. I began thinking about the fact that I stand in the middle of two
                     opposing forces in the Negro community. One is a force of complacency, made up
                     in part of Negroes who, as a result of long years of oppression, are so drained
                     of self respect and a sense of "somebodiness" that they have adjusted to
                     segregation; and in part of a few middle-class Negroes who, because of a degree
                     of academic and economic security and because in some ways they profit by
                     segregation, have unconciously become insensitive to the problems of the masses. The other
                     force is one of bitterness and hatred, and it <pb n="771" facs="pageImages/cc__Page_6.jpg"/>comes perilously close to advocating
                     violence. It is expressed in the various black nationalist groups that are
                     springing up across the nation, the largest and best known being Elijah
                     Muhammad's Muslim movement. Nourished by the Negro's frustration over the
                     continued existence of racial discrimination, this movement is made up of
                     people who have lost faith in America, who have absolutely repudiated
                     Christianity, and who have concluded that the white man is an incorrigible
                     "devil."</p>

                  <p> I have tried to stand between these two forces, saying that we need emulate
                     neither the "do nothingism" of the complacent nor the hatred and despair of the
                     black nationalist. For there is the more excellent way of love and nonviolent
                     protest. I am grateful to God that, through the influence of the Negro church,
                     the way of nonviolence became an integral part of our struggle. </p>


 <p>If this  philosophy had not emerged, by now many streets of the South would, I am
                     convinced, be flowing with blood. And I am further convinced that if our white
                     brothers dismiss as "rabble rousers" and "outside agitators" those of us who
                     employ nonviolent direct action, and if they refuse to support our nonviolent
                     efforts, millions of Negroes will, out of frustration and despair, seek solace
                     and security in black nationalist ideologies--a development that would
                     inevitably lead to a frightening racial nightmare.</p>
               </div>
               <div>
                  <head type="sub">VIII</head>

                  <p> Oppressed people cannot remain oppressed forever. The yearning for freedom
                     eventually manifests itself, and that is what has happened to the American
                     Negro. Something within has reminded him of his birthright of freedom, and
                     something without has reminded him that it can be gained. Consciously or
                     unconsciously, he has been caught up by the Zeitgeist, and with his black
                     brothers of Africa and his brown and yellow brothers of Asia, South America and
                     the Caribbean, the United States Negro is moving with a sense of great urgency
                     toward the promised land of racial justice. If one recognizes this vital urge
                     that has engulfed the Negro community, he should readily understand why public
                     demonstrations are taking place. The Negro has many pent up resentments and
                     latent frustrations, and he must release them. So let him march; let him make
                     prayer pilgrimages to the city hall; let him go on freedom rides -and try to
                     understand why he must do so. If his repressed emotions are not released in
                     nonviolent ways, they will seek expression through violence; this is not a
                     threat but a fact of history. So I have not said to my people: "Get rid of your
                     discontent." Rather, I have tried to say that this normal and healthy
                     discontent can be channeled into the creative outlet of nonviolent direct
                     action. And now this approach is being termed extremist. </p>
                  <p>But though I was initially disappointed at being categorized as an extremist,
                     as I continued to think about the matter I gradually gained a measure of
                     satisfaction from the label. Was not Jesus an extremist for love: "Love your
                     enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for
                     them which despitefully use you, and persecute you." Was not Amos an extremist
                     for justice: "Let justice roll down like waters and righteousness like an ever
                     flowing stream." Was not Paul an extremist for the Christian gospel: "I bear in
                     my body the marks of the Lord Jesus." Was not Martin Luther an extremist: "Here
                     I stand; I cannot do otherwise, so help me God." And John Bunyan: "I will stay
                     in jail to the end of my days before I make a butchery of my conscience." And
                     Abraham Lincoln: "This nation cannot survive half slave and half free." And
                     Thomas Jefferson: "We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are
                     created equal . . ." So the question is not whether we will be extremists, but
                     what kind of extremists we will be. Will we be extremists for hate or for love?
                     Will we be extremists for the preservation of injustice or for the extension of
                     justice? In that dramatic scene on Calvary's hill three men were crucified. We
                     must never forget that all three were crucified for the same crime--the crime
                     of extremism. Two were extremists for immorality, and thus fell below their
                     environment. The other, Jesus Christ, was an extremist for love, truth and
                     goodness, and thereby rose above his environment. Perhaps the South, the nation
                     and the world are in dire need of creative extremists.</p>

                  <p> I had hoped that the white moderate would see this need. Perhaps I was too
                     optimistic; perhaps I expected too much. I suppose I should have realized that
                     few members of the oppressor race can understand the deep groans and passionate
                     yearnings of the oppressed race, and still fewer have the vision to see that
                     injustice must be rooted out by strong, persistent and determined action. I am
                     thankful, however, that some of our white brothers in the South have grasped
                     the meaning of this social revolution and committed themselves to it. They are
                     still all too few in quantity, but they are big in quality. Some -such as Ralph
                     McGill, Lillian Smith, Harry Golden, James McBride Dabbs, Ann Braden and Sarah
                     Patton Boyle--have written about our struggle in eloquent and prophetic terms.
                     Others have marched with us down nameless streets of the South. They have
                     languished in filthy, roach infested jails, suffering the abuse and brutality
                     of policemen who view them as "dirty nigger-lovers." Unlike so many of their
                     moderate brothers and sisters, they have recognized the urgency of the moment
                     and sensed the need for powerful "action" antidotes to combat the disease of
                     segregation. </p>
               </div>
               <div>
                  <head type="sub">IX</head>
                  <p>Let me take note of my other major disappointment. Though there are some notable exceptions, I have also been disappointed with the white church and its leadership. I do not say this as one of those negative critics who can always find something wrong with the church. I say this as a minister of the gospel, who loves the church; who was nurtured in its boom; who has been sustained by its spiritual blessings and who will remain true to it as long as the cord of life shall lengthen. </p>

                  <p> When I was suddenly catapulted into the leadership of the bus protest in
                     Montgomery, Alabama, a <pb n="772" facs="pageImages/cc__Page_7.jpg"/>few years
                     ago, I felt we would be supported by the white church. I felt that the white
                     ministers, priests and rabbis of the South would be among our strongest allies.
                     Instead, some have been outright opponents, refusing to understand the freedom
                     movement and misrepresenting its leaders; all too many others have been more
                     cautious than courageous and have remained silent behind the anesthetizing
                     security of stained glass windows.</p>

                  <p> In spite of my shattered dreams, I came to Birmingham with the hope that the
                     white religious leadership of this community would see the justice of our cause
                     and, with deep moral concern, would serve as the channel through which our just
                     grievances could reach the power structure. I had hoped that each of you would
                     understand. But again I have been disappointed.</p>

                  <p> I have heard numerous southern religious leaders admonish their worshipers to
                     comply with a desegregation decision because it is the law, but I have longed
                     to hear white ministers declare: "Follow this decree because integration is
                     morally right and because the Negro is your brother." In the midst of blatant
                     injustices inflicted upon the Negro, I have watched white churchmen stand on
                     the sideline and mouth pious irrelevancies and sanctimonious trivialities. In
                     the midst of a mighty struggle to rid our nation of racial and economic
                     injustice, I have heard many ministers say: "Those are social issues, with
                     which the gospel has no real concern." And I have watched many churches commit
                     themselves to a completely other worldly religion which makes a strange,
                     un-Biblical distinction between body and soul, between the sacred and the
                     secular.</p>

<p> We are moving toward the close of the 20th century with a religious community largely adjusted to the status quo-a tailllight behind other community agencies rather than a headlight leading men to higher levels of justice. </p>

               </div>
               <div>
                  <head type="sub">X</head>
                  <p> I have traveled the length and breadth of Alabama, Mississippi and all the
                     other southern states. On sweltering summer days and crisp autumn mornings I
                     have looked at the South's beautiful churches with their lofty spires pointing
                     Heavenward, and at her impressive religious education buildings. Over and over I have found myself asking: "What kind of
                     people worship here? Who is their God? Where were their voices when the lips of
                     Governor Barnett dripped with words of interposition and nullification? Where
                     were they when Governor Wallace gave a clarion call for defiance and hatred?
                     Where were their voices of support when bruised and weary Negro men and women
                     decided to rise from the dark dungeons of complacency to the bright hills of
                     creative protest?"</p>

                  <p> Yes, these questions are still in my mind. In deep disappointment I have wept
                     over the laxity of the church. But be assured that my tears have been tears of
                     love. There can be no deep disappointment where there is not deep love. Yes, I
                     love the church. How could I do otherwise? I am in the rather unique position
                     of being the son, the grandson and the great grandson of preachers. Yes, I see
                     the church as the body of Christ. But, oh! How we have blemished and scarred
                     that body through social neglect and through fear of being nonconformists.</p>

                  <p> There was a time when the church was very powerful--in the time when the early
                     Christians rejoiced at being deemed worthy to suffer for what they believed. In
                     those days the church was not merely a thermometer that recorded the ideas and
                     principles of popular opinion; it was a thermostat that transformed the mores
                     of society. Whenever the early Christians entered a town, the people in power
                     became disturbed and immediately sought to convict the Christians for being
                     "disturbers of the peace" and "outside agitators."' But the Christians pressed
                     on, in the conviction that they were "a colony of heaven," called to obey God
                     rather than man. Small in number, they were big in commitment. By their effort and example
                     they brought an end to such ancient evils as infanticide and gladiatorial
                     contests. </p>
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                  <head type="sub">XI</head>
                  <p>Things are different now. So often the contemporary church is a weak,
                     ineffectual voice with an uncertain sound. So often it is an archdefender of
                     the status quo. Far from being disturbed by the presence of the church, the
                     power structure of the average community is consoled by the church's
                     silent--and often even vocal--sanction of things as they are.</p>

                  <p> But the judgment of God is upon the church as never before. If today's church
                     does not recapture the sacrificial spirit of the early church, it will lose its
                     authenticity, forfeit the loyalty of millions, and be dismissed as an
                     irrelevant social club with no meaning for the twentieth century. Every day I
                     meet young people whose disappointment with the church has turned into outright
                     disgust.</p>

                  <p> Perhaps I have once again been too optimistic. Is organized religion too
                     inextricably bound to the status quo to save our nation and the world? Perhaps
                     I must turn my faith to the inner spiritual church, the church within the
                     church, as the true ekklesia and the hope of the world. But again I am thankful
                     to God that some noble souls from the ranks of organized religion have broken
                     loose from the paralyzing chains of conformity and joined us as active partners
                     in the struggle for freedom. They have left their secure congregations and
                     walked the streets of Albany, Georgia, with us. They have gone down the
                     highways of the South on tortuous rides for freedom. Yes, they have gone to
                     jail with us. Some have been dismissed from their churches, have lost the
                     support of their bishops and fellow ministers. But they have acted in the faith
                     that right defeated is stronger than evil triumphant. Their witness has been
                     the spiritual salt that has preserved <pb n="773" facs="pageImages/cc__Page_8.jpg"/>the true meaning of the gospel in these
                     troubled times. They have carved a tunnel of hope through the dark mountain of
                     disappointment. </p>
                  <p>I hope the church as a whole will meet the challenge of this decisive hour. But
                     even if the church does not come to the aid of justice, I have no despair about
                     the future. I have no fear about the outcome of our struggle in Birmingham,
                     even if our motives are at present misunderstood. We will reach the goal of
                     freedom in Birmingham and all over the nation, because the goal of America is
                     freedom. Abused and scorned though we may be, our destiny is tied up with
                     America's destiny. Before the pilgrims landed at Plymouth, we were here. Before
                     the pen of Jefferson etched the majestic words of the Declaration of
                     Independence across the pages of history, we were here. For more than two
                     centuries our forebears labored in this country without wages; they made cotton
                     king; they built the homes of their masters while suffering gross injustice and
                     shameful humiliation -and yet out of a bottomless vitality they continued to
                     thrive and develop. If the inexpressible cruelties of slavery could not stop
                     us, the opposition we now face will surely fail. We will win our freedom
                     because the sacred heritage of our nation and the eternal will of God are
                     embodied in our echoing demands. </p>
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                  <head type="sub">XII</head>
                  <p>Before closing I feel impelled to mention one other point in your statement
                     that has troubled me profoundly. You warmly commended the Birmingham police
                     force for keeping "order" and "preventing violence." I doubt that you would
                     have so warmly commended the police force if you had seen its dogs sinking
                     their teeth into unarmed, nonviolent Negroes. I doubt that you would so quickly
                     commend the policemen if you were to observe their ugly and inhumane treatment
                     of Negroes here in the city jail; if you were to watch them push and curse old
                     Negro women and young Negro girls; if you were to see them slap and kick old
                     Negro men and young boys; if you were to observe them, as they did on two
                     occasions, refuse to give us food because we wanted to sing our grace together.
                     I cannot join you in your praise of the Birmingham police department.</p>

                  <p> It is true that the police have exercised a degree of discipline in handling
                     the demonstrators. In this sense they have conducted themselves rather
                     "nonviolently" in public. But for what purpose? To preserve the evil system of
                     segregation. Over the past few years I have consistently preached that
                     nonviolence demands that the means we use must be as pure as the ends we seek.
                     I have tried to make clear that it is wrong to use immoral means to attain
                     moral ends. But now I must affirm that it is just as wrong, or perhaps even
                     more so, to use moral means to preserve immoral ends. Perhaps Mr. Connor and
                     his policemen have been rather nonviolent in public, as was Chief Pritchett in
                     Albany, Georgia, but they have used the moral means of nonviolence to maintain
                     the immoral end of racial injustice. As T. S. Eliot has said: "The last
                     temptation is the greatest treason: To do the right deed for the wrong
                     reason."</p>
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                  <head type="sub">XIII</head>

                  <p> I wish you had commended the Negro sit inners and demonstrators of Birmingham
                     for their sublime courage, their willingness to suffer and their amazing
                     discipline in the midst of great provocation. One day the South will recognize
                     its real heroes. They will be the James Merediths, with the noble sense of
                     purpose that enables them to face jeering and hostile mobs, and with the
                     agonizing loneliness that characterizes the life of the pioneer. They will be
                     old, oppressed, battered Negro women, symbolized in a seventy two year old
                     woman in Montgomery, Alabama, who rose up with a sense of dignity and with her
                     people decided not to ride segregated buses, and who responded with
                     ungrammatical profundity to one who inquired about her weariness: "My feets is
                     tired, but my soul is at rest." They will be the young high school and college
                     students, the young ministers of the gospel and a host of their elders,
                     courageously and nonviolently sitting in at lunch counters and willingly going
                     to jail for conscience' sake. One day the South will know that when these
                     disinherited children of God sat down at lunch counters, they were in reality
                     standing up for what is best in the American dream and for the most sacred
                     values in our Judaeo Christian heritage, thereby bringing our nation back to
                     those great wells of democracy which were dug deep by the founding fathers in
                     their formulation of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence.</p>

                  <p> Never before have I written so long a letter. I'm afraid it is much too long
                     to take your precious time. I can assure you that it would have been much
                     shorter if I had been writing from a comfortable desk, but what else can one do
                     when he is alone in a narrow jail cell, other than write long letters, think
                     long thoughts and pray long prayers?</p>
                  <p>If I have said anything in this letter that overstates the truth and indicates
                     an unreasonable impatience, I beg you to forgive me. If I have said anything
                     that understates the truth and indicates my having a patience that allows me to
                     settle for anything less than brotherhood, I beg God to forgive me.</p>

                  <p> I hope this letter finds you strong in the faith. I also hope that
                     circumstances will soon make it possible for me to meet each of you, not as an
                     integrationist or a civil-rights leader but as a fellow clergyman and a
                     Christian brother. Let us all hope that the dark clouds of racial prejudice
                     will soon pass away and the deep fog of misunderstanding will be lifted from
                     our fear drenched communities, and in some not too distant tomorrow the radiant
                     stars of love and brotherhood will shine over our great nation with all their
                     scintillating beauty.</p>
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                                <ref target="Rowlandson_" corresp="Rowlandson">THE <hi rend="italic">Soveraignty &amp;; Goodness</hi>
                                    <lb/> OF<lb/> GOD,<lb/> Together,
                            <lb/>With the Faithfulness of His Promises <lb/>Displayed;<lb/> Being a
                            <lb/>NARRATIVE<lb/> Of the <hi rend="italic">Captivity</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Restauration</hi> of <lb/>
                                    <hi rend="italic">M</hi>
                                    <hi rend="sup">rs.</hi>
                            <hi rend="italic">Mary Rowlandson.</hi>
                                </ref>
                                <lb/>
                        <note xml:id="Rowlandson" target="Rowlandson" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#JOB">
                                    <p> Mary Rowlandson’s gripping account of her
                                experience as a captive of native Americans was enormously popular
                                in her own time and became widely influential as the paradigm for
                                the “captivity narrative,” a genre that would have hundreds of
                                examples over the next two centuries and would also help shape works
                                like Daniel Defoe’s <hi rend="italic">Robinson Crusoe</hi>. The book
                                was originally printed in 1682, first in Massachusetts and then,
                                quickly, in London as well, and was reprinted over and over again
                                for the next century and more. For good reason. Rowlandson’s work
                                taps into colonial fears about the indigenous population, Puritan
                                conceptions of the relationship between the material world and the
                                unseen world of the divine, and the perennial fears of all
                                patriarchal cultures about women’s sexuality. Her experience is
                                compelling and she writes vividly about it. </p>
                                    <lb/>
                                    <lb/>
                            <p>Rowlandson was born Mary White in England in around 1637, and her
                                family moved to the Massachusetts Bay Colony when she was in her
                                early teens. She married Joseph Rowlandson, a Puritan minister, in
                                the 1650s, and they moved to Lancaster, in central Massachusetts,
                                which was then essentially frontier territory for the English
                                colonial settlers. In 1675, the native American leader Metacomet,
                                head of the Wampanoag confederation of indigeneous peoples, led a
                                series of attacks on English settlements. The conflict that followed
                                for the next three years is remembered by English-speaking
                                historians as “Prince Philip’s War,” because “Philip” was the name
                                that the English settlers used for Metacomet. Metacomet’s forces
                                attacked Lancaster on the morning of February 11, 1675, killing
                                thirteen people, including Rowlandson’s sister and her sister’s
                                children, as well as her brother-in-law. The natives took
                                twenty-four English settlers prisoner, including Rowlandson and her
                                three children. (Rowlandson’s husband Joseph was at this moment in
                                Boston, trying to secure appropriations from the Massachusetts
                                legislature to strengthen Lancashire’s defenses against the
                                Wampanoag.) Rowlandson’s six-year-old daughter Sarah died of wounds
                                suffered in the fight. Mary and her surviving children were held
                                captive for eleven weeks, where they were moved progressively
                                further away from the colonial settlements, into what is now the
                                state of Vermont. She was eventually ransomed with funds raised by
                                women in Boston.</p>
                                    <lb/>
                                    <lb/>
                            <p>Joseph Rowlandson died in 1678, and Mary moved with her children to
                                Boston. She remarried there, and published the first edition of her
                                    <hi rend="italic">Narrative </hi>with the Cambridge,
                                Massachusetts printer Samuel Greene. This version was entitled <hi rend="italic">The Sovereignty and Goodness of God, together with
                                    the Faithfulness of His Promises Displayed, being a Narrative of
                                    the Captivity and Restauration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson.</hi> It
                                included a preface that was probably written by Increase Mather, the
                                leading Puritan minister in the colonies at the time, and also the
                                author of a narrative account of the war with Metacomet, <hi rend="italic">A Brief History of the War with the Indians, in
                                    New-England</hi>, published in Boston in 1676. The first London
                                edition of Rowlandson’s more personal account, printed in 1682, came
                                out under the title <hi rend="italic">A True History of the
                                    Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson.</hi> The fact
                                that this book was printed three times in a single year on both
                                sides of the Atlantic attests to its significance among the
                                settler-colonists of North America and those in England who were
                                interested in their experience. It also, however, reminds us of the
                                partial and one-sided nature of this account; it is largely because
                                Rowlandson, as a high-ranking woman in the colonial heirarchy, had
                                access to publication that her story was recorded in this way. The
                                native peoples who allied against the colonists preserved their
                                version of the conflict in oral accounts that were, at best,
                                fragmented in the course of the progressive destruction of their
                                culture over the next years and decades. We have much still to learn
                                and understand about the often-violent encounters in this period
                                between European settler-colonists and the indigenous peoples of the
                                land that still typically goes--strangely, if you think about it for
                                a moment--by the name "New England."</p>
                                </note>
                    </titlePart>
                    <titlePart> Commended by her, to all that desires to<lb/> know the Lords doings
                        to, and <lb/>dealings with Her. <lb/>
                            </titlePart>
                    <titlePart>
                        <hi rend="italic">Especially to her dear Children and Relations,</hi>
                                <lb/>
                    </titlePart>
                    <titlePart>The second Addition Corrected and amended.<lb/>
                            </titlePart>
                    <titlePart>Written by Her own Hand for Her private Use, and now <lb/>made
                        Publick at the earnest Desire of some Friends, <lb/>and for the benefit of
                        the Afflicted.<lb/>
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                        <bibl> Deut. 32.29 </bibl> See now that I, even I am he, and there is no
                        <lb/>God with me: I kill and I make alive, I wound and I heal<lb/> neither
                        is there any can deliver out of my hand. </quote>

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                                <placeName type="tgn" key="7013527">CAMBRIDGE</placeName>
                            </pubPlace>:<lb/>
                    <publisher>Printed by<persName>
                                    <hi rend="italic"> Samuel Green,
                        </hi>
                                </persName>
                            </publisher>
                    <docDate>1682</docDate>
                </docImprint>
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        <body>
            <pb/>
            <div type="preface">

                <head>
                            <ref target="preface_" corresp="preface"> The Preface to the <hi rend="italic">READER.</hi>
                            </ref>
                        </head>
                <note xml:id="preface" target="preface_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                    <p> Increase Mather (1639-1723), a Puritan minister, is widely considered to be
                        the author of this preface. He was active in soliciting and collecting
                        accounts of what English-speakers referred to as “King Philip’s War,”
                        including his own “A Brief History of the Warr with the Indians in New
                        England.” Mather also collected essays on miracles and illustrations of
                        divine providence among New Englanders. It is likely that he encouraged
                        Rowlandson to publish this account of her experience.</p>
                </note>

                <p> IT was on <ref target="Tuesday" corresp="Tuesday">
                                <hi rend="italic">Tuesday,
                            Feb.</hi> 1. 1675.</ref>
                    <note xml:id="Tuesday" target="Tuesday" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                        Rowlandson followed the Julian calendar for her dates. In the Georgian
                        calendar, this would be February 1st, 1676. The same is true for the years
                        given throughout the narrative. </note> in the afternoon, when the <ref target="Narrhagansets" corresp="Narrhagansets">
                        <hi rend="italic">Narrhagansets</hi>
                    </ref>
                    <note xml:id="Narrhagansets" target="Narrhagansets" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> Archeological evidence indicates that ancestors of
                        the Narragansett people lived along what is now the southern New England
                        coast for thousands of years. At their greatest extent, the tribe controlled
                        most of what is now Rhode Island. In “King Philip’s War,” as the
                        English-speakers termed it, the Narragansetts initially tried to stay
                        neutral. They entered the conflict after the English attacked a large
                        Narragansett and Wampanoag fortification in December of 1675. The war was
                        possibly one of the bloodiest in American history; the Narragansetts were
                        decimated, and the end of the war marked the end of most of their resistance
                        to English settlement in southern New England. </note> quarters (in or
                    toward the <ref target="Nipmug" corresp="Nipmug">
                        <hi rend="italic"> Nipmug </hi>
                    </ref>
                    <note xml:id="Nipmug" target="Nipmug" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                        The Nipmuc nation once controlled a large territory in central
                        Massachusetts. The town of Lancaster, where the Rowlandsons lived, was
                        located in the Nipmuc territory of “Nashaway.” In “King Philip’s war,” the
                        Nipmucs joined the Wampanoags and Narragansetts to combat the spreading
                        influence of English settlers. In 1676, in a series of raids that included
                        Lancaster, they forced the colonists to abandon the settlements on Nipmuc
                        land. The English tried to settle again in 1701, abandoned the area a second
                        time, and in a third attempt in 1713, formed a permanent settlement of what
                        is now Worcester County. Nipmucs continue to live in and around Worcester
                        today.</note> Country, whither they are now retyred for fear of the <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Army lying in their own Country) were the second
                    time beaten up by the Forces of the united Colonies, who thereupon soon betook
                    themselves to flight, and were all the next day pursued by the <hi rend="italic">English,</hi> some overtaken and destroyed, But on <hi rend="italic">Thursday,</hi> Feb. 3. The <hi rend="italic">English</hi> having now been
                    six dayes on their march, from their head quarters, at <hi rend="italic">Wickford,</hi> in the <hi rend="italic">Narrhaganset</hi> Country, toward,
                    and after the Enemy, and provision grown exceeding short, insomuch that they
                    were fain to kill some Horses for the supply, especially of their <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> friends, they were necessitated to consider what
                    was best to be done: And about noon (having hitherto followed the chase as hard
                    as they might) a Councill was called, and though some few were of another mind,
                    yet it was concluded by far the greater part of the Councill of War, that the
                    Army should desist the pursuit, and retire: the Forces of <hi rend="italic">Plimouth</hi> and the <hi rend="italic">Bay</hi> to the next Town of the
                        <hi rend="italic">Bay,</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Connecticut</hi> Forces to
                    their own next Towns: Which determination was immediately put in execution. The
                    consequent whereof, as it was not difficult to be foreseen by those that knew
                    the causless enmity of these <hi rend="italic">Barbarians,</hi> against the <hi rend="italic">English,</hi> and the malicious and revengefull spirit of
                    these Heathen: so it soon proved dismall. </p>
                <p> The <hi rend="italic">Narrhagansets</hi> were now driven quite from their own
                    Countrey, and all their provisions there hoarded up, to which they durst not at
                    present return, and being so numerous as they were, soon devoured those to whom
                    they went, whereby both the one and other were now reduced to extream straits,
                    and so necessitated to take the first and best opportunity for supply, and very
                    glad, no doubt of such an opportunity as this, to provide for themselves, and
                    make spoil of the <hi rend="italic">English</hi> at once; and seeing themselves
                    thus discharged of their pursuers, and a little refreshed after their flight,
                    the very next week on <ref target="Thurseday" corresp="Thurseday">
                        <hi rend="italic">Thurseday, Feb.</hi> 10. </ref>
                    <note xml:id="Thurseday" target="Thurseday" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> Forces made up of Narragansett, Wampanoag, and Nipmuc
                        men attacked Lancaster on the morning of February 10th, 1676. They set fire
                        to the town’s bridge and many homes, including the Rowlandson’s. The
                        attackers secured food and supplies for the winter and took twenty-four
                        captives, including Rowlandson and her three children. Lancaster was mostly
                        abandoned after the raid.</note> they fell with mighty force and fury upon
                        <hi rend="italic">Lancaster:</hi> which small Town, remote from aid of
                    others, and not being Gerisoned as it might, the Army being now come in, and as
                    the time indeed required (the design of the <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi>
                    against <pb/> that place being <ref target="known" corresp="known"> known to the <hi rend="italic">English</hi>
                    </ref>some time before) <note xml:id="known" target="known" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> The English had been warned of plans to attack
                        Lancaster by James Quannapohit and Job Kattenanit, two Nipmuc men reportedly
                        converted to Christianity by Daniel Gookin. Even with this advance
                        information, the English did not garrison the town quickly or effectively
                        enough to counter the attack. Daniel Gookin went on to write an account of
                        his efforts to convert native peoples in his “An historical account of the
                        doings and sufferings of the Christian Indians in New England in the years
                        1675, 1676, 1677.”</note> was not able to make effectual resistance: but
                    notwithstanding utmost endeavour of the Inhabitants, most of the buildings were
                    turned into ashes; many People (Men, Women and Children) slain, and others
                    captivated. The most solemn and remarkable part of this Trajedy, may that justly
                    be reputed, which fell upon the Family of that reverend Servant of God, Mr. <hi rend="italic">Joseph Rolandson,</hi> the faithfull Pastor of Christ in that
                    place, who being gone down to the Councill of the <hi rend="italic">Massachusets</hi> to seek aid for the defence of the place, at his return
                    found the Town in flames, or smoke, his own house being set on fire by the
                    Enemy, through the disadvantage of a defective Fortification, and all in it
                    consumed: his precious yoke-fellow, and dear Children, wounded and captivated
                    (as the issue evidenced, and following Narrative declares) by these cruel and
                    barbarous Salvages. A sad Catestrophe! Thus all things come alike to all: None
                    knows either love or hatred by âll that is before him. It is no new thing for
                    Gods precious ones to drink as deep as others, of the Cup of common Calamity:
                    Take just <hi rend="italic">Lot</hi> (yet captivated) for instance beside
                    others. But it is not my business to dilate on these things, but only in few
                    words introductively to preface to the following script, which is a Narrative of
                    the wonderfully awfull, wise, holy, powerfull, and gracious providence of God,
                    towards that worthy and precious Gentle woman, the dear Consort of the said
                    Reverend Mr. <hi rend="italic">Rowlandson,</hi> and her Children with her, as in
                    casting of her into such a waterless pit, so in preserving, supporting, and
                    carrying thorow so many such extream hazards, unspeakable difficulties and
                    disconsolateness, and at last delivering her out of them all, and her surviving
                    Children also. It was a strange and amazing dispensation, that the Lord should
                    so afflict his precious Servant, and Hand maid: It was as strange, if not more,
                    that he should so bear up the spirits of his Servant under such bereavments, and
                    or his handmaid under such captivity, travels and hardships (much too hard for
                    flesh and blood) as he did, and at length deliver and restore. But he was their
                    Saviour, who hath said, <hi rend="italic"> When thou passest through the Waters,
                        I will be with thee, and thorough the Rivers, they shall not overflow thee:
                        When thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burnt, nor shall the
                        flame kindle upon thee, </hi> Isa. 93. ver. 2. and again. <hi rend="italic">
                        He woundeth and his hands make whole. He shall deliver thee in troubles, yea
                        in seven there shall no evil touch thee: In Famine he shall redeem thee from
                        Death, and in War from the power of the sword, </hi> Job 5.18, 19, 20.
                    Methinks this dispensation doth bear some resemblance to those of <hi rend="italic">Joseph, David</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Daniel;</hi> yea, and
                    of the three Children too, the Stories whereof do represent us with the
                    excellent textures of divine providence, curious pieces of divine work: and
                    truly so doth this, and therefore not to be forgotten, but worthy to be
                    exhibited to, and viewed, and pondered by all, that disdain not to consider the
                    operation of his hands. </p>
                <p> The works of the Lord (not only of Creation, but of Providence also, especially
                    those that do more peculiarly concern his <pb/> dear ones,
                    that are as the Apple of his Eye, as the Signet upon His Hand, the Delight of
                    his Eyes, and the Object of his tenderest Care and great, sought out of all
                    those that have pleasure therein. And of these verily this is none of the least. </p>
                <p> This Narrative was penned by the Gentlewoman her self, to be to her a memorandum
                    of Gods dealing with her, that she might never forget, but remember the same,
                    &amp; the severall circumstances thereof, all the dayes of her life. A pious
                    scope which deserves both commendation and imitation: Some friends having
                    obtained a sight of it, could not but be so much affected with the many passages
                    of working providence discovered therein, as to judge it worthy of publick view,
                    and altogether unmeet that such works of God should be hid from present and
                    future Generations: And therefore though this Gentlewomans modesty would not
                    thrust it into the Press, yet her gratitude unto God made her not hardly
                    perswadable to let it pass, that God might have his due glory, and others
                    benefit by it as well as her self. I hope by this time none will cast any
                    reflection upon this Gentlewoman, on the score of this publication of her
                    affliction and deliverance. If any should, doubtless they may be reckoned with
                    the <ref target="Lepers" corresp="Lepers">nine lepers,</ref>
                    <note xml:id="Lepers" target="Lepers" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                        Luke 17:11-10.</note>of whom it is said, <hi rend="italic"> Were there not
                        ten cleansed, where are the nine? but one returning to give God thanks.
                    </hi> Let such further know that this was a dispensation of publick note, and of
                    universall concernment, and so much the more, by how much the nearer this
                    Gentlewoman stood related to that faithfull Servant of God, whose capacity and
                    employment was publick in the house of God, and his name on that account of a
                    very sweet savour in the Churches of Christ, who is there of a true Christian
                    spirit, that did not look upon himself much concerned in this bereavment, this
                    Captivity in the time thereof, and in his deliverance when it came, yea more
                    then in many others; and how many are there, to whom so concerned, it will
                    doubtless be a very acceptable thing to see the way of God with this Gentlewoman
                    in the aforesaid dispensation, thus laid out and pourtrayed before their eyes. </p>
                <p> To conclude whatever any coy phantasies may deem, yet it highly concerns those
                    that have so deeply tasted, how good the Lord is, to enquire with <hi rend="italic"> David, What shall I render to the Lord for all his benefits
                        to me. Psal. </hi> 116.12. He thinks nothing too great; yea, being sensible
                    of his own disproportion to the due praises of God he cals in help. <hi rend="italic"> Oh, magnifie the Lord with me, let us exalt his Name
                        together, Psal. </hi> 34.3 And it is but reason, that out praises should
                    hold proportion with our prayers: and that as many hath helped together by
                    prayer for the obtaining of his Mercy, so praises should be returned by many on
                    this behalf; And forasmuch as not the generall but particular knowledge of
                    things makes deepest impression upon the affections, this Narrative
                    particularizing the several passages of this providence will nor a little
                    conduce thereunto. And therefore holy <hi rend="italic"> David </hi> in order to
                    the attainment of that end, accounts himself concerned to declare what God had
                    done for his soul, <hi rend="italic">Psal.</hi> 66.16. <hi rend="italic"> Come
                        and hear, all ye that fear God, and I will declare what God hath done for </hi>
                    <pb/>
                    <hi rend="italic"> my soul, </hi> i. e. <hi rend="italic">for his life,</hi> see
                    v. 9, 10. <hi rend="italic"> He holdeth our soul in life, and suffers not our
                        feet to be moved, for thou our God hast proved us, thou hast tryed us, as
                        silver is tryed. </hi> Life-mercies, are heart-affecting-mercies, of great
                    impression and force, to enlarge pious hearts in the praises of God, so that
                    such know not how but to talk of Gods acts, and to speak of and publish his
                    wonderfull works. Deep troubles, when the waters come in unto thy soul, are wont
                    to produce vowes: vowes must be paid, <ref target="vow" corresp="vow">
                        <hi rend="italic">It is better not vow, than vow and not to pay.</hi>
                    </ref>
                    <note xml:id="vow" target="vow" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> See
                        Ecclesiastes 5:5-12. </note> I may say, that as none knows what it is to
                    fight and pursue such an enemy as this, but they that have fought and pursued
                    them: so none can imagine what it is to be captivated, and enslaved to such
                    atheisticall proud, wild, cruel, barbarous, bruitish (in one word) diabolicall
                    creatures as these, the worst of the heathen; nor what difficulties, hardships,
                    hazards, sorrows, anxieties and perplexities do unavoidably wait upon such a
                    condition, but those that have tryed it. No serious spirit then (especially
                    knowing any thing of this Gentlewomans piety) can imagine but that the vows of
                    God are upon her. Excuse her then if she come thus into publick, to pay those
                    vows. Come and hear what she hath to say. </p>
                <p>
                    <hi rend="italic"> I am confident that no Friend of divine Providence will ever
                        repent his time and pains, spent in reading over these sheets, but will judg
                        them worth perusing again and again. </hi>
                </p>
                <p> Hear <hi rend="italic">Reader,</hi> you may see an instance of the Soveraignty
                    of God, who doth what he will with his own as well as others; and who may say to
                    him, <ref target="Job" corresp="Job">
                        <hi rend="italic">What dost thou?</hi>
                    </ref>
                    <note xml:id="Job" target="Job" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> See Job
                        9:12.</note> Here you may see an instance of the faith and patience of the
                    Saints, under the most heart-sinking tryals; here you may see, the promises are
                    breasts full of consolation, when all the world besides is empty, and gives
                    nothing but sorrow. That God is indeed the supream Lord of the world, ruling the
                    most unruly, weakening the most cruel and salvage, granting his People mercy in
                    the sight of the unmercifull, curbing the lusts of the most filthy, holding the
                    hands of the violent, delivering the prey from the mighty, <hi rend="italic">and
                        gathering together the out casts of</hi> Israel. Once and again you have
                    heard, but hear you may see, <hi rend="italic">that power belongeth unto
                        God;</hi> that our God is the God of Salvation, and to him belong the issues
                    from Death. That our God is in the Heavens, and doth what ever pleases him. Here
                    you have <ref target="Sampson" corresp="Sampson">
                        <hi rend="italic">Sampsons</hi> Riddle </ref>
                    <note xml:id="Sampson" target="Sampson" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                        See Judges 14:14.</note> examplified, and that great promise, <hi rend="italic">Rom.</hi> 8.28. verified, <hi rend="italic"> Out of the Eater
                        comes forth meat, and sweetness out of the strong; </hi> The worst of evils
                    working together for the best good. How evident is it that the Lord hath made
                    this Gentlewoman a gainer by all this affliction, that she can say, <hi rend="italic"> 'tis good for her, yea better that she hath been, then that
                        she should not have been, thus afflicted. </hi>
                </p>
                <p> Oh how doth God shine forth in such things as these; </p>
                <p>
                    <hi rend="italic">Reader,</hi> if thou gettest no good by such a Declaration as
                    this, the fault must needs be thine own. Read therefore, Peruse, Ponder, and
                    from hence lay up something from the experience of another, against thine own
                    turn comes, that so thou also through patience and consolation of the Scripture
                    mayest have hope. </p>
            </div>

            <div type="text">
                <pb n="1"/>

                <head type="main"> A Narrative of the <hi rend="italic">CAPTIVITY AND</hi> RESTAURATION OF Mrs.
                    Mary Rowlandson. </head>
                <head> <ref target="Audio_" corresp="Audio">[Audio File]</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Audio" target="Audio_">
                                <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/rowlandson-sovereignty/soundFiles/captivity_01_rowlandson_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Mark F. Smith</note>
                        </head>
                <p>
                    <hi rend="decorInit">O</hi>N the tenth of <hi rend="italic">February</hi> 1675
                    came the <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> with great numbers upon <hi rend="italic">Lancaster:</hi> Their first coming was about Sun-rising;
                    hearing the noise of some Guns, we looked out; several Houses were burning, and
                    the Smoke ascending to Heaven. There were five persons taken in one house, the
                    Father, and the Mother and a sucking Child, they knockt on the head; the other
                    two they took and carried away alive. Their were two others, who being out of
                    their Garison upon some occasion were set upon; one was knockt on the head, the
                    other escaped: Another their was who running along was shot and wounded, and
                    fell down; he begged of them his life, promising them Money (as they told me)
                    but they would not hearken to <pb n="2"/> him but knockt him
                    in head, and stript him naked, and split open his Bowels. Another seeing many of
                    the <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> about his Barn, ventured and went out, but
                    was quickly shot down. There were three others belonging to the same Garison who
                    were killed; the <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> getting up upon the roof of the
                    Barn, had advantage to shoot down upon them over their Fortification. Thus these
                    murtherous wretches went on, burning, and destroying before them. </p>
                <p> At length they came and beset our own house, and quickly it was the dolefullest
                    day that ever mine eyes saw. The House stood upon the edge of a hill; some of the
                        <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> got behind the hill, others into the Barn,
                    and others behind any thing that could shelter them; from all which places they
                    shot against the House, so that the Bullets seemed to fly like hail; and quickly
                    they wounded one man among us, then another, and then a third, About two hours
                    (according to my observation, in that amazing time) they had been about the
                    house before they prevailed to fire it (which they did with Flax and Hemp, which
                    they brought out of the Barn, and there being no defence about the House, only
                    two Flankers at two opposite corners, and one of them not finished) they fired
                    it once, and one ventured out and quenched it, but they quickly fired it again,
                    and that took. Now is that dreadfull hour come, that I have often heard of (in
                    time of War, as it was the case of others) but now mine eyes see it. Some in our
                    house were fighting <pb n="3"/> for their lives, others
                    wallowing in their blood, the House on fire over our heads, and the bloody
                    Heathen ready to knock us on the head, if we stired out: Now might we hear
                    Mothers &amp; Children crying out for themselves, and one another, <hi rend="italic">Lord, What shall we do?</hi> Then I took my Children (and one
                    of my sisters, hers) to go forth and leave the house: but as soon as we came to
                    the dore and appeared, the <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> shot so thick that the
                    bulletts rattled against the House, as if one had taken an handfull of stones
                    and threw them, so that we were fain to give back. We had six stout Dogs
                    belonging to our Garrison, but none of them would stir, though another time, if
                    any <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> had come to the door, they were ready to fly
                    upon him and tear him down. The Lord hereby would make us the more to
                    acknowledge his hand, and to see that our help is alwayes in him. But out we
                    must go, the fire increasing, and coming along behind us, roaring, and the <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> gaping before us with their Guns, Spears and
                    Hatchets to devour us. No sooner were we out of the House, but my Brother in Law
                    (being before wounded, in defending the house, in or near the throat) fell down
                    dead, wherat the <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> scornfully shouted, and
                    hallowed, and were presently upon him, stripping off his cloaths, the bulletts
                    flying thick, one went through my side, and the same (as would seem) through the
                    bowels and hand of my dear Child in my arms. One of my elder Sisters Children,
                    named <hi rend="italic">William,</hi> had then his Leg broken, which the <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> perceiving, <pb n="4"/> they
                    knockt him on head. Thus were we butchered by those merciless Heathen, standing
                    amazed, with the blood running down to our heels. My eldest Sister being yet in
                    the House, and seeing those wofull sights, the Infidels haling Mothers one way,
                    and Children another, and some wallowing in their blood: and her elder Son
                    telling her that her Son <hi rend="italic">William</hi> was dead, and my self
                    was wounded, she said, And, <hi rend="italic">Lord let me dy with them;</hi>
                    which was no sooner said, but she was struck with a Bullet, and fell down dead
                    over the threshold. I hope she is reaping the fruit of her good labours, being
                    faithfull to the service of God in her place. In her younger years she lay under
                    much trouble upon spiritual accounts, till it pleased God to make that precious
                    Scripture take hold of her heart, 2 <hi rend="italic">Cor.</hi> 12.9. <hi rend="italic"> And be said unto me my Grace is sufficient for thee. </hi>
                    More then twenty years after I have heard her tell how sweet and comfortable
                    that place was to her, But to return: The <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> laid
                    hold of us, pulling me on way, and the Children another, and said, <hi rend="italic">Come go along with us;</hi> I told them they would kill me:
                    they answered, <hi rend="italic"> If I were willing to go along with them, they
                        would not hurt me. </hi>
                </p>
                <p> Oh the dolefull sight that now was to behold at this House! <ref target="Psalm_46" corresp="Psalm_46">
                        <hi rend="italic"> Come, behold the works of the Lord, what dissolations he
                            has made in the Earth. </hi>
                    </ref>
                    <note xml:id="Psalm_46" target="Psalm_46" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> See Psalm 46:8-10. </note> Of thirty seven persons who were in this one
                    House, none escaped either present death, or a bitter captivity, save only one,
                    who might say as he. <hi rend="italic">Job</hi> 1.15. <hi rend="italic">And I
                        only am escaped alone to tell the News.</hi> There <pb n="5"/> were twelve killed, some shot, some stab'd with their
                    Spears, some knock'd down with their Hatchets. When we are in prosperity, Oh the
                    little that we think of such dreadfull sights, and to see our dear Friends, and
                    Relations ly bleeding out their heart-blood upon the ground. There was one who
                    was chopt into the head with a Hatchet, and stript naked, and yet was crawling
                    up and down. It is a solemn sight to see so many Christians lying in their
                    blood, some here, and some there, like a company of Sheep torn by Wolves. All of
                    them stript naked by a company of hell-hounds, roaring, singing, ranting and
                    insulting, as if they would have torn our very hearts out; yet the Lord by his
                    Almighty power preserved a number of us from death, for there were twenty-four
                    of us taken alive and carried Captive. </p>
                <p>
                    <hi rend="italic">I had often before this said, that if the</hi> Indians <hi rend="italic"> should come, I should chuse rather to be killed by them then
                        taken alive </hi> but when it came to the tryal my mind changed; their
                    glittering weapons so daunted my spirit, that I chose rather to go along with
                    those (as I may say) ravenous <ref target="Beats" corresp="Beats"> Beats,</ref>
                    <note xml:id="Beats" target="Beats" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                        beasts </note>then that moment to end my dayes; and that I may the better
                    declare what happened to me during that grievous Captivity I shall particularly
                    speak of the severall Removes we had up and down the Wilderness. </p>
                <div n="1" type="part">
                    <head>
                        <ref target="Remove" corresp="Remove"> The first Remove. </ref>
                    </head>
                    <note xml:id="Remove" target="Remove" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                        <p>
                            <graphic url="https://www.ourbelovedkin.com/media/maps/marys-removes-base-map-water-layer-enhance-MAP-CL-7.jpg"/> Rowlandson tells her story in a series of removals, or “removes,”
                            that mark changes to her location as the raiding party traveled across
                            New England. Lisa Brooks, professor of English and American Studies at
                            Amherst College and the author of <hi rend="italic">Our Beloved Kin: New
                                History of King Philip's War</hi> created an interactive map of
                            their movements as part of that project that is available <ref target="https://amherstcollege.maps.arcgis.com/apps/MapJournal/index.html?appid=2fa5ce906bc749cf849d576feeb6a9d1"> here. </ref>
                        </p>
                    </note>

                    <p> Now away we must go with those Barbarous <pb n="6"/>
                        Creatures, with our bodies wounded and bleeding, and our hearts no less than
                        our bodies. About a mile we went that night, up upon a hill within sight of
                        the Town where they intended to lodge. There was hard by a vacant house
                        (deserted by the English before, for fear of the <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi>) I asked them whither I might not lodge in the house that
                        night? to which they answered, what will you love <hi rend="italic"> English
                            men </hi> still? this was the dolefullest night that ever my eyes saw.
                        Oh the roaring, and singing and danceing, and yelling of those black
                        creatures in the night, which made the place a lively resemblance of hell.
                        And as miserable was the wast that was there made, of Horses, Cuttle, Sheep,
                        Swine, Calves, Lambssia, Roasting Pigs, and Fowls [which they had plundered
                        in the Town] some roasting, some lying and burning, and some boyling to feed
                        our merciless Enemles; who were joyfull enough though we were disconsolate.
                        To add to the dolefulness of the former day, and the dismalness of the
                        present night: my thoughts ran upon my losses and sad bereaved condition.
                        All was gone, my Husband gone (at least separated from me, he being in the
                        Bay; and to add to my grief, the <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> told me they
                        would kill him as he came homeward) my Children gone, my Relations and
                        Friends gone, our House and home and all our comforts within door, and
                        without, all was gone, (except my life) and I knew not but the next moment
                        that might go too. There remained nothing to me but one poor wounded <pb n="7"/> babe, and it seemed at present worse than
                        death that it was in such a pitiful condition, bespeaking, Compassion, and I
                        had an refreshing for it, nor suitable things to revive it, Little do many
                        think what is the savageness and bruitishness of this barbarous Enemy! even
                        those that seem to profess more than others among them, when the <hi rend="italic">English</hi> have fallen into their hands. </p>
                    <p>
                        <ref target="Lancaster" corresp="Lancaster"> Those seven that were killed at
                                <hi rend="italic">Lancaster</hi>
                                </ref> the summer before upon a
                        Sabbath day<note xml:id="Lancaster" target="Lancaster" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> Rowlandson is referring to an attack on Lancaster
                            in August of 1675 that left seven colonists dead. The attack is thought
                            to have been led by the Nipmuc sachem Monoco, who the Anglo-Americans
                            referred to as “One-Eye’d John.”</note>, and the one that was afterward
                        killed upon a week day, were slain and mangled in a barbarous manner, by
                        one-ey'd <hi rend="italic">John,</hi> and <ref target="Marlborough" corresp="Marlborough">
                            <hi rend="italic">Marlborough's</hi> Praying <hi rend="italic">Indians,</hi>
                        </ref>
                        <note xml:id="Marlborough" target="Marlborough" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> Suspicion for the Lancaster attack also fell on
                            the “Praying Indians” (Indians who had converted to Christianity and
                            allied with the colonists) of whom there was a large community in nearby
                            Marlborough. This was one of many “Christian Indian” communities in the
                            Bay Colony at the time. At the beginning of the war, their men were
                            recruited to fight for the colonists; already by this time, however,
                            fear that their true loyalties lay with the other side led Bay colony
                            officials to remove them from service and to form five “praying towns”
                            at a greater distance from English settlers. Later, fears that even
                            these plantations were too close to colonists’ homes resulted in a
                            further removal to Deer Island, where hundreds of the interned
                            inhabitants died in the harsh winter that followed. </note> which <ref target="Moseley" corresp="Moseley"> Capt. <hi rend="italic">Mosely</hi>
                        </ref>
                        <note xml:id="Moseley" target="Moseley" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> Captain Moseley was an infamous military figure
                            who earned his fame by fighting pirates on the New England coast. In
                            August 1675, he arrived in Marlborough. Based on controversial evidence,
                            Moseley accused fifteen of the “Praying Indians” of the Lancaster
                            attack. He took the accused to Boston to parade them through the
                            streets, “pinioned and fastened with lines from neck to neck” as Daniel
                            Gookin wrote. Gookin thought that the affair marked "a foundation and
                            beginning of much trouble, that befell both the English and the Indians
                            afterward."</note> brought to <hi rend="italic">Boston,</hi> as the <hi rend="italic"> Indians </hi> told me. </p>
                </div>
                <div n="2" type="part">
                    <head>The second Remove.</head>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic"> But now, the next morning, I must turn my back upon the
                            Town, and travel with them into the vast and isolate Wilderness, I knew
                            not whether. </hi> It is not my tongue, or pen can express the sorrows
                        of my heart, and bitterness of my spirit, that <hi rend="italic">I</hi> had
                        at this departure: but God was with me, in a wonderfull manner, carrying me
                        along, and bearing up my spirit, that it did not quite fail One of the <hi rend="italic"> Indians </hi> carried my poor wounded Babe upon a horse,
                        it went moaning all along, I shall dy, I shall dy. I went on foot after it,
                        with sorrow that cannot be exprest. At length I took it off the horse, and
                        carried it in my armes till my strength failed, and <hi rend="italic">I</hi>
                        <pb n="8"/> fell down with it: Then they set me upon a
                        horse with my wounded Child in my lap, and there being no furniture upon
                        the horse back; as we were going down a steep hill, we both fell over the
                        horses head, at which they like inhumane creatures laught, and rejoyced to
                        see it, though I thought we should there have ended our dayes, as overcome
                        with so many difficulties. But the Lord renewed my strength still, and
                        carried me along, that I might see more of his Power; yea, so much that I
                        could never have thought of, had I not experienced it. </p>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic"> After this it quickly began to snow, and when night came
                            on, they stopt: and now down I must sit in the snow, by a little fire,
                            and a few boughs behind me, with my sick Child in my lap; and calling
                            much for water, being now (through the wound) fallen into a violent
                            Fever. </hi> My own wound also growing so stiff, that I could scarce sit
                        down or rise up; yet so it must be, that I must sit all this cold winter
                        night upon the cold snowy ground, with my sick Child in my armes, looking
                        that every hour would be the last of its life; and having no Christian
                        friend near me, either to comfort or help me. <hi rend="italic">Oh,</hi> I
                            <hi rend="italic"> may see the wonderfull power of God, that my Spirit
                            did not utterly sink under my affliction: still the Lord upheld me with
                            his gracious and mercifull Spirit, and we were both alive to see the
                            light of the next morning. </hi>
                    </p>
                </div>
                <div n="3" type="part">
                    <head>The third remove.</head>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic"> The morning being come, they prepared to go </hi>
                        <pb n="9"/>
                        <hi rend="italic"> their way: One of the </hi> Indians <hi rend="italic">
                            got up upon a horse, and they set me up behind him, with my poor sick
                            Babe in my lap. </hi> A very wearisome and tedious day I had of it; what
                        with my own wound, and my Childs being so exceeding sick, and in a
                        lamentable condition with her wound. It may be easily judged what a poor
                        feeble condition we were in, there being not the least crumb of refreshing
                        that came within either of our mouths, from <hi rend="italic">Wednesday</hi>
                        night to <hi rend="italic">Saturday</hi> night, except only a little cold
                        water. This day in the afternoon, about an hour by Sun, we came to the place
                        where they intendded, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> an <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> Town, called <ref target="Wenimesset" corresp="Wenimesset">
                            <hi rend="italic">Wenimesset,</hi>
                        </ref>
                        <note xml:id="Wenimesset" target="Wenimesset" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> Menimiset was an important Nipmuc refuge and
                            gathering place along the Ware River. It had operated as a sanctuary for
                            councils since the beginning of the war, and marked the first “Indian
                            Town” that Rowlandson encountered. She was surprised at how many people
                            lived there. </note> Norward of <hi rend="italic">Quabaug.</hi> When we
                        were come, Oh the number of Pagans (now merciless enemies) that there came
                        about me, that I may say as <hi rend="italic">David,</hi> Psal. 27.13, <hi rend="italic">I had fainted, unless I had believed, &amp;c</hi> The next
                        day was the Sabbath: I then remembred how careless <hi rend="italic">I</hi>
                        had been of Gods holy time: how many Sabbaths I had lost and mispent, and
                        how evily I had walked in Gods sight; which lay so close unto my spirit,
                        that it was easie for me to see how righteous it was with God to cut off the
                        threed of my life, and cast me out of his presence for ever. Yet the Lord
                        still shewed mercy to me, and upheld me; and as he wounded me with one hand,
                        so he healed me with the other. This day there came to me one <ref target="Pepper" corresp="Pepper">
                            <hi rend="italic">Robbert Pepper</hi>
                                </ref>
                        <note xml:id="Pepper" target="Pepper" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> Robert Pepper was captured on September 4th, 1675, when Captain Beers
                            and a group of 36 colonists were ambushed on their way to reinforce the
                            garrison in Northfield, Massachusetts. Beers and many of his soldiers
                            were killed in the conflict. </note> (a man belonging to <hi rend="italic">Roxbury</hi> ) who was taken in Captain <hi rend="italic">Beers</hi> his Fight, and had been now a considerable time with the <hi rend="italic">Indians;</hi> and up with them almost as far as <hi rend="italic">Albany</hi> to see <ref target="Philip" corresp="Philip">
                            king <hi rend="italic">Philip,</hi>
                                </ref>
                        <note xml:id="Philip" target="Philip" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> Wampanoag leader Metacom, called “King Philip” by the English
                            settlers.</note> as he told me, and was now very lately come into these
                        parts. Hearing, I say, that I was in this <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi>
                        Town, he obtained leave to come and see me. He told me, he himself was
                        wounded in the leg at Captain <hi rend="italic">Beers</hi> his Fight; and
                        was not able some time to go, but as they carried him, and as he took Oaken
                        leaves and laid to his wound, and through the blessing of God he was able to
                        travel again. Then I took Oaken leaves and laid to my side, and with the
                        blessing of God it cured me also; yet before the cure was wrought, I may
                        say, as it is in <hi rend="italic">Psal.</hi> 38.5, 6. <hi rend="italic"> My
                            wounds stink and are corrupt, I am troubled, I am bowed down greatly, I
                            go mourning all the day long. I </hi> sat much alone with a poor wounded
                        Child in my lap, which moaned night and day, having nothing to revive the
                        body, or cheer the spirits of her, but in stead of that, sometimes one <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> would come and tell me one hour, that your
                        Master will knock your Child in the head, and then a second, and then a
                        third, your Master will quickly knock your Child in the head. </p>
                    <p>
                        <ref target="Job" corresp="Job">
                            <hi rend="italic"> This was the comfort I had from them, miserable
                                comforters are ye all, as he said. </hi>
                        </ref>
                        <note xml:id="Job" target="Job" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> See
                            Job 16:2.</note> Thus nine dayes I sat upon my knees, with my Babe in my
                        lap, till my flesh was raw again; my Child being even ready to depart this
                        sorrowfull world, they bade me carry it out to another Wigwam (I suppose
                        because they would not be troubled with such spectacles) Whither I went with
                        a very heavy heart, and down I sat with the picture of death in my lap. <pb n="9"/> About two houres in the night, my sweet
                        Babe, like a Lambe departed this life, on <hi rend="italic">Feb.</hi> 18.
                        1675. It being about <hi rend="italic">six yeares,</hi> and <hi rend="italic">five months</hi> old. It was <hi rend="italic">nine
                            dayes</hi> from the first wounding, in this miserable condition, without
                        any refreshing of one nature or other, except a little cold water. I cannot
                        but take notice, how at another time I could not bear to be in the room
                        where any dead person was, but now the case is changed; I must and could ly
                        down by my dead Babe, side by side all the night after. I have thought since
                        of the wonderfull goodness of God to me, in preserving me in the use of my
                        reason and senses, in that distressed time, that I did not use wicked and
                        violent means to end my own miserable life. In the morning, when they
                        understood that my child was dead they sent for me home to my Masters
                        Wigwam: (by my Master in this writing, must be understood <ref target="Quanopin" corresp="Quanopin">
                            <hi rend="italic">Quanopin,</hi>
                        </ref>
                        <note xml:id="Quanopin" target="Quanopin" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> Quanopin, or Quanopen, was a Narragansett leader.
                            He had three wives, one of whom, Weetamoo (or Weetamoe) was Metacom's
                            sister-in-law and herself a sachem of the ​​Pocasset Wampanoag.
                            Rowlandson was sold to Quanopin by the Narragansett man who had first
                            captured her.</note>who was a <ref target="Saggamore" corresp="Saggamore">
                            <hi rend="italic">Saggamore,</hi>
                        </ref>
                        <note xml:id="Saggamore" target="Saggamore" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> Like “Sachem,” “Sagamore” is an anglicization of
                            the Indigenous term for a tribal leader. The word can be used to denote:
                            1. the leader of a regional tribe or 2. the leader of a confederation of
                            tribes. </note> and married King <hi rend="italic">Phillips</hi> wives
                        Sister; not that he first took me, but I was sold to him by another <hi rend="italic"> Narrhaganset Indian, </hi> who took me when first I came
                        out of the Garison) <hi rend="italic">I</hi> went to take up my dead child
                        in my arms to carry it with me, but they bid me let it alone: there was no
                        resisting, but goe <hi rend="italic">I</hi> must and leave it. When <hi rend="italic">I</hi> had been at my masters <hi rend="italic">wigwam,</hi> I took the first opportunity I could get, to go look after
                        my dead child: when I came <hi rend="italic">I</hi> askt them what they had
                        done with it? then they told me it was upon the hill: then they went and <pb n="10"/> shewed me where it was, where I saw the
                        ground was newly digged, and there they told me they had buried it: <hi rend="italic"> There I left that at Child in the Wilderness, and must
                            commit it, and my self also in this Wilderness-condition, to him who is
                            above all. </hi> God having taken away this dear Child, I went to see my
                        daughter <hi rend="italic">Mary,</hi> who was at this same <hi rend="italic">Indian Town,</hi> at a <hi rend="italic">Wigwam</hi> not very far off,
                        though we had little liberty or opportunity to see one another: she was
                        about ten years old, &amp; taken from the door at first by a <hi rend="italic">Praying Ind</hi> &amp; afterward sold for a gun. When I
                        came in sight, she would fall a weeping; at which they were provoked, and
                        would not let me come near her, but bade me be gone; which was a
                        heart-cutting word to me. I had one Child dead, another in the Wilderness, I
                        knew not where, the third they would not let me come near to: <hi rend="italic">Me</hi>
                        <ref target="Genesis" corresp="Genesis">(as he said)</ref>
                        <note xml:id="Genesis" target="Genesis" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> See Genesis 42:36.</note>
                        <hi rend="italic"> have ye bereaved of my Children,</hi> Joseph <hi rend="italic">is not, and</hi> Simeon <hi rend="italic">is not, and ye
                            will take</hi> Benjamin <hi rend="italic">also, all these things are
                            against me.</hi> I could not for still in this condition, but kept,
                        walking from one place to another. And as I was going along, my heart was
                        even overwhelm'd with the thoughts of my condition, and that I should have
                        Children, <hi rend="italic">and a Nation which</hi> I <hi rend="italic">knew
                            not ruled over them.</hi> Whereupon I earnestly entreated the Lord, that
                        he would consider my low estate, and shew me a token for good, and if it
                        were his blessed will, some sign and hope of some relief. And indeed quickly
                        the Lord answered, in some measure, my poor prayers: <pb n="11"/> For as I was going up and down mourning and
                        lamenting my condition, my Son came to me, and asked me how I did; I had not
                        seen him before, since the destruction of the Town, and I knew not where he
                        was, till <hi rend="italic">I</hi> was informed by himself, that he was
                        amongst a smaller percel of <hi rend="italic">Indians,</hi> whose place was
                        about six miles off; with tears in his eyes, he asked me whether his Sister
                            <hi rend="italic">Sarah</hi> was dead; and told me he had seen his
                        Sister <hi rend="italic">Mary;</hi> and prayed me, that I would not be
                        troubled in reference to himself. The occasion of his coming to see me at
                        this time, was this: <hi rend="italic"> There was, as I said, about six
                            miles from us, a smal Plantation of </hi> Indians, <hi rend="italic">
                            where it seems he had been during his Captivity: and at this time, there
                            were some Forces of the </hi> Ind. <hi rend="italic"> gathered out of
                            our company, and some also from them (among whom was my Sons master) to
                            go to assault and burn </hi> Medfield: <hi rend="italic"> In this time
                            of the absence of his master, his dame brought him to see me. </hi> I
                        took this to be some gracious answer to my earnest and unfeigned desire. The
                        next day, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> to this, the <hi rend="italic">
                            Indians </hi> returned from <hi rend="italic">Medfield,</hi> all the
                        company, for those that belonged to the other smal company, came thorough
                        the Town that now we were at But before they came to us, Oh! the <ref target="outragious" corresp="outragious">outragious</ref>
                        <note xml:id="outragious" target="outragious" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">Rowlandson means something like “full of
                            rage.”</note>roaring and hooping that there was: They began their din
                        about a mile before they came to us. By their noise and hooping they
                        signified how many they had destroyed (which was at that time twenty three)
                        Those that were with us at home, were <pb n="12"/>
                        gathered together as soon as they heard the hooping, and every time that the
                        other went over their number, these at home gave a shout, that the very
                        Earth rung again: And thus they continued till those that had been upon the
                        expedition were come up to the <hi rend="italic">Sagamores Wigwam;</hi> and
                        then, Oh, the hideous insulting and triumphing that there was over some <hi rend="italic">English mens</hi> scalps that they had taken (as their
                        manner it) and brought with them. I cannot but take notice of the wonderfull
                        mercy of God to me in those afflictions, in sending me a Bible one of the
                            <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> that came from <hi rend="italic">Medfield</hi> fight, had brought some plunder, came to me, and asked
                        me, if I would have a Bible, he had got one in his Basket, I was glad of it,
                        and asked him, whether be thought the <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> would
                        let me read? he answered, yes; so I took the Bible, and in that melancholy
                        time, it came into my mind to read first the 28. <hi rend="italic">Chap.</hi> of <hi rend="italic">Deut.</hi> which I did, and when I had
                        read it, my dark heart wrought on this manner, <hi rend="italic"> That there
                            was no mercy for me, that the blessings were gone, and the Curses Came
                            in their room, and that </hi> I <hi rend="italic">bad lost my
                            opportunity.</hi> But the Lord helped me still to go one reading till
                            <hi rend="italic">I</hi> came to <hi rend="italic">Chap.</hi> 30 the
                        seven first verses, where I sound, <hi rend="italic"> There was mercy
                            promised again, if we would return to him by reportance; and though we
                            were scartered from one end of the Earth to the other, yet the Lord
                            would gather us together, and turn all those curses upon our Enemies,
                        </hi> I do not desire to live to forget this Scripture, and what comfort it
                        was to me. </p>
                    <pb n="13"/>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic">Now the</hi> Ind. <hi rend="italic"> began to talk of
                            removing from this place, some one way, and some another. </hi> There
                        were now besides my self nine, <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Captives in
                        this place (all of them Children, except one Woman) <hi rend="italic">I</hi>
                        got an opportunity to go and take my leave of them; they being to go one
                        way, and I another, I <hi rend="italic"> asked them whether they were
                            earnest with God for deliverance, </hi> they told me, they did as they
                        were able, and it was some comfort to me, that the Lord stirred up <hi rend="italic">Children to look to him.</hi> The Woman <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> Goodwife <hi rend="italic">Jostin</hi> told me, she should
                        never see me again, and that she could find in her heart to run away; I
                        wisht her not to run away by any means, for we were near <hi rend="italic">thirty miles</hi> from any <hi rend="italic"> English Town, </hi> and
                        she very big with Child, and had but one week to reckon; and another Child
                        in her Arms, two years old, and bad Rivers there were to go over, &amp; we
                        were feeble, with our poor &amp; course entertainment. I had my Bible with
                        me, I pulled it out, and asked her whether she would read; we opened the
                        Bible and lighted on <hi rend="italic">Psal.</hi> 27. in which Psalm we
                        especially took notice of that, <hi rend="italic"> ver. alt, Wait on the
                            Lord, Be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine Heart, wait
                        </hi> I <hi rend="italic">say on the Lord.</hi>
                    </p>
                </div>
                <div n="4" type="part">
                    <head>The fourth Remove.</head>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic">And now</hi> I <hi rend="italic">must part with that
                            little Company</hi> I <hi rend="italic">had.</hi> Here I parted from my
                        Daughter <hi rend="italic">Mary,</hi> (whom I never saw again till <hi rend="italic">I</hi> saw her in <hi rend="italic">Dorcester,</hi>
                        returned from Captivity, and from four little Cousins <pb n="14"/> and Neighbours, some of which I never saw
                        afterward: the Lord only knows the end of them. Amongst them also was that
                        poor Woman before mentioned, who came to a sad end, as some of the company
                        told me in my travel: She having much grief upon her Spirit, about her
                        miserable condition, being so near her time, she would be often asking the
                            <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> to let her go home; they not being
                        willing to that, and yet vexed with her importunity, gathered a great
                        company together about her, and stript her naked, and set her in the midst
                        of them; and when they had sung and danced about her (in their hellish
                        manner) as long as they pleased, they knockt her on head, and the child in
                        her arms with her: when they had done that, they made a fire and put them
                        both into it, and told the other Children that were with them, that if they
                        attempted to go home, they would serve them in like manner: The Children
                        said, she did not shed one tear, but prayed all the while. But to return to
                        my own Journey; we travelled about half a day or little more, and came to a
                        desolate place in the Wilderness, where there were no <hi rend="italic">Wigwams</hi> or <hi rend="italic"> Inhabitants </hi> before; we came
                        about the middle of the afternoon to this place; cold and wet, and snowy,
                        and hungry, and weary, and no refreshing, for man, but the cold ground to
                        sit on, and our poor <hi rend="italic">Indian cheer.</hi>
                    </p>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic">Heart-aking thoughts here</hi> I <hi rend="italic"> had
                            about my poor Children, who were scattered up and down among the </hi>
                        <pb n="15"/>
                        <hi rend="italic"> wild beasts of the forrest: </hi> My head was light &amp;
                        dissey (either through hunger or hard lodging, or trouble or altogether) my
                        knees feeble, my body raw by sitting double night and day, that I cannot
                        express to man the affliction that lay upon my Spirit, but the Lord helped
                        me at that time to express it to himself. I opened my Bible to read, and the
                        Lord brought that precious Scripture to me, <hi rend="italic">Jer.</hi>
                        31.16. <hi rend="italic"> Thus saith the Lord, refrain thy voice from
                            weeping, and thine eyes from tears, for thy work shall be rewarded, and
                            they shall come again from the land of the Enemy. </hi> This was a sweet
                        Cordial to me, when <hi rend="italic">I</hi> sat down, and weept sweetly
                        over this Scripture. At this place we continued about four dayes. </p>
                </div>
                <div n="5" type="part">
                    <head>The fifth Remove.</head>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic"> The occasion (as I thought) of their moving at this time,
                            was, the </hi> English <hi rend="italic"> Army it being near and
                            following them: </hi> For they went, as if they had gone for their
                        lives, for some considerable way, and then they made a stop, and chose some
                        of their stoutest men, and sent them back to hold the <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Army in play whilst the rest escaped: And then, <ref target="Jehu" corresp="Jehu">
                            <hi rend="italic">like</hi> Jehu,</ref>
                        <note xml:id="Jehu" target="Jehu" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                            Jehu is one of the Israelite kings in the Book of Kings, said to have reigned around 841-814 B.C.; in 2 Kings 9:20, he is said to "drive furiously." </note>
                                <hi rend="italic">they marched on furiously, with their
                            old, and with their young: some carried their old decrepit mothers, some
                            carried one, and some another.</hi> Four of them carried a great <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> upon a Bier; but going through a thick Wood
                        with him, they were hindred, and could make no hast; whereupon they took <pb n="16"/> him upon their backs, and carried him, one
                        at a time, till they came to <ref target="Bacquaug" corresp="Bacquaug">
                            <hi rend="italic">Bacquaug</hi> River.</ref>
                        <note xml:id="Bacquaug" target="Bacquaug" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> Paquaug River, now called Miller's River. If it
                            refers to the river, “Paquaug” may translate to “clear water.” The word
                            may also refer to the town, Athol, near where the travelers were likely
                            to have crossed. Athol was originally called Pequiog or Pequoiag
                            (“cleared land”) by Nipmuc inhabitants.</note> Upon a <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi> a little after noon we came to this River. When all the
                        company was come up, and were gathered together, I thought to count the
                        number of them, but they were so many, and being somewhat in motion, it was
                        beyond my skil. In this travel, because of my wound, I was somewhat favoured
                        in my load; I carried only my knitting work and two quarts of parched meal:
                        Being very faint I asked my mistriss to give me one spoonfull of the meal,
                        but she would not give me a taste. They quickly fell to cutting dry trees,
                        to make Rafts to carry them over the river: and soon my turn came to go
                        over. By the advantage of some brush which they had laid upon the Raft to
                        sit upon, I did not wet my foot (which many of themselves at the other end
                        were mid-leg deep) which cannot but be acknowledged as a favour of God to my
                        weakned body, it being a very cold time. I was not before acquainted with
                        such kind of doings or dangers. <hi rend="italic">When thou passest through
                            the water</hi> I <hi rend="italic"> will be with thee, and through the
                            Rivers they overflow thee, Isai. </hi> 43.2. A certain number of us got
                        over the River that night, but it was the night after the Sabbath before all
                        the company was got over. On the <hi rend="italic">Saturday</hi> they boyled
                        an old Horses leg which they had got, and so we drank of the broth, as soon
                        as they thought it was ready, and when it was almost all gone, they filled
                        it up again. </p>
                    <pb n="17"/>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic"> The first week of my being among them, I hardly ate any
                            thing; the second week, I found my stomach grow very faint for want of
                            something; and yet it was very hard to get down their filthy trash: but
                            the third week, though I could think how formerly my stomach would turn
                            against this or that, and I could starve and dy before I could eat such
                            things, yet they were sweet and savoury to my taste. </hi> I was at this
                        time knitting a pair of white cotton stockins for my mistriss: and had not
                        yet wrought upon a Sabbath day; when the Sabbath came they bade me go to
                        work; I told them it was the Sabbath-day, and desired them to let me rest,
                        and told them I would do as much more to morrow; to which they answered me,
                        they would break my face. And here <hi rend="italic">I</hi> cannot but take
                        notice of the strange providence of God in preserving the heathen: They were
                        many hundreds, old and young, some sick, and some lame many had <ref target="Papooses" corresp="Papooses">
                            <hi rend="italic">Papooses</hi>
                                </ref>
                        <note xml:id="Papooses" target="Papooses" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> Now generally regarded as an offensive term,
                            “papoose” is a borrowing from Algonquin to describe a young North
                            American indigenous child. In more recent use, it can also refer to
                            cloth baby carriers that wrap around the torso.</note>at their backs,
                        the greatest number at this time with us, were <ref target="Squaws" corresp="Squaws">
                            <hi rend="italic">Squaws,</hi>
                                </ref>
                        <note xml:id="Squaws" target="Squaws" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> Now generally regarded as an offensive term, “squaw” refers to a North
                            American indigenous woman or wife. The term has a split history: as it
                            derives from the Mohawk language, adapted by French and Canadian
                            settlers, it was always offensive. As it derives from the Algonquin,
                            “squaw” was originally a neutral term that took on racist connotations
                            through its Anglo-American usage through the eighteenth century and
                            afterwards.</note>and they travelled with all they had, bag and baggage,
                        and yet they got over this River aforesaid; and on <hi rend="italic">Munday</hi> they set their <hi rend="italic">Wigwams</hi> on fire, and
                        away they went: On that very day came the <hi rend="italic">English</hi>
                        Army after them to this River, and saw the smoak of their <hi rend="italic">Wigwams,</hi> and yet this River put a stop to them. God did not give
                        them courage or activity to go over after us; we were not ready for so great
                        a mercy as victory and deliverance; if we had been, God would have sound out
                        a way for the <hi rend="italic">English</hi>
                        <pb n="18"/> to have passed this River, as well as for
                        the <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> with their <hi rend="italic">Squaws</hi>
                        and <hi rend="italic">Children,</hi> and all their <hi rend="italic">
                            Luggage: Oh that my People had hearkened to me, and </hi> Israel <hi rend="italic">had walked in my ways,</hi> I <hi rend="italic"> should
                            soon have subdued their Enemies, and turned my hand against their
                            Adversaries, </hi> Psal. 81.13.14. </p>
                </div>
                <div n="6" type="part">
                    <head>The sixth Remove.</head>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic">On</hi> Munday ( <hi rend="italic">as</hi> I <hi rend="italic">said</hi> ) <hi rend="italic">they set their</hi> Wigwams
                            <hi rend="italic">on fire, and went away.</hi> It was a cold morning,
                        and before us there was a great Brook with ice on it; some waded throgh it,
                        up to the knees &amp; higher, but others went till they came to a
                        Beaver-dam, and I amongst them, where through the good providence of God, I
                        did not wet my foot. <hi rend="italic">I</hi> went along that day mourning
                        and lamenting, leaving farther my own Country, and travelling into the vast
                        and howling <hi rend="italic">Wilderness,</hi> and I understood something of
                            <hi rend="italic">Lot</hi> 's Wife's Temptation, <ref target="Lot" corresp="Lot">
                            <hi rend="italic">when she looked back</hi>
                        </ref>
                        <note xml:id="Lot" target="Lot" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> In
                            the Old Testament, as Lot and his family fled their burning cities,
                            Lot’s wife looked back. They had been warned not to do so and she was
                            turned into a pillar of salt. In Luke 17:32, Jesus references the story:
                            “Remember Lot’s Wife!” The lesson of the tale is ambiguous, and has been
                            interpreted in different ways by various traditions. </note>: we came
                        that day to a great Swamp, by the side of which we took up our lodging that
                        night. When I came to the brow of the hill, that looked toward the Swamp, I
                        thought we had been come to a great <hi rend="italic"> Indian </hi> Town
                        (though there were none but our own Company) The <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> were as thick as the trees: it seemd as if there had been
                        a thousand Hatchets going at once: if one looked before one, there was
                        nothing but <hi rend="italic">Indians,</hi> and behind one, nothing but <hi rend="italic">Indians,</hi> and so on either hand, I my self in the
                        midst, and no Christian soul near me, <hi rend="italic"> and yet how </hi>
                        <pb n="19"/>
                        <hi rend="italic"> hath the Lord preserved me in safety? Oh the experience
                            that I have had of the goodness of God, to me and mine! </hi>
                    </p>
                </div>
                <div n="7" type="part">
                    <head>The seventh Remove.</head>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic"> After a restless and hungry night there, we had a
                            wearisome time of it the next day. </hi> The Swamp by which we lay, was,
                        as it were, a deep Dungeon, and an exceeding high and steep hill before it.
                        Before I got to the top of the hill, I thought my heart and legs, and all
                        would have broken, and failed me. What through faintness, and soreness of
                        body, it was a grievous day of travel to me. <hi rend="italic">As we went
                            along, I saw a place where</hi> English <hi rend="italic"> Cattle had
                            been: that was comfort to me, such as it was: quickly after that we came
                            to an </hi> English <hi rend="italic"> Path, which so took with me, that
                            I thought I could have freely lyan down and dyed. </hi> That day, a
                        little after noon, we came to <ref target="Squaukheag" corresp="Squaukheag">
                            <hi rend="italic">Squaukheag,</hi>
                        </ref>
                        <note xml:id="Squaukheag" target="Squaukheag" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> The travelers were here moving through Sokoki
                            territory. The colonists referred to the southernmost Sokoki town as
                            Squaukheag. Colonists later named it “Northfield,” as it was the
                            northernmost “field” habitat that they settled. Rowlandson was happy to
                            see the signs of settlement; she notes with hope a “place where English
                            cattle had once been.”</note>where the <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi>
                        quickly spread themselves over the deserted <hi rend="italic">English</hi>
                        Fields, gleaning what they could find; some pickt up ears of Wheat that were
                        crickled down, some found ears of <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> Corn, some
                        found <ref target="Ground-nuts" corresp="Ground-nuts">
                            Ground-nuts</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Ground-nuts" target="Ground-nuts" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> Groundnuts refers to the plant
                            Apios Americana, which is native to North America. Its tubers resemble
                            potatoes and the plant was a common source of starch for Indigenous
                            peoples.</note>, and others sheaves of Wheat that were frozen together
                            <ref target="Shock" corresp="Shock">in the shock,</ref>
                        <note xml:id="Shock" target="Shock" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                            A shock, or stook, is a pile of cut-grain (usually wheat, oats, or
                            barley) arranged in a conical stack to allow the stalks to dry before
                            threshing. Threshing is the process by which farmers loosen the edible
                            part of the grain from the husk and straw.</note> &amp; went to
                        threshing of them out. My self got two ears of <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi>
                        Corn, and whilst I did but turn my back, one of them was stolen from me,
                        which much troubled me. There came an <hi rend="italic"> Indian </hi> to
                        them at that time, with a basket of Horse-liver; I asked him to give me a
                        piece: <hi rend="italic">What,</hi> sayes he, <hi rend="italic">can you eat
                            Horse-liver?</hi> I told him, I would try, <pb n="20"/> if he would give a piece, which he did, and I
                        laid it on the coals to rost; but before it was half ready, they got half of
                        it away from me, so that I was fain to take the rest and eat it as it was,
                        with the blood about my mouth, and yet a savoury bit it was to me: <hi rend="italic"> For to the hungry Soul every bitter thing is sweet. </hi>
                        A solemn sight methought it was, to see Fields of wheat and <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> Corn forsaken and spoiled: and the remainders
                        of them to be food for our merciless Enemies. That night we had a mess of
                        wheat for our Supper. </p>
                </div>
                <div n="8" type="part">
                    <head> <ref target="Audio2_" corresp="Audio2">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio2" target="Audio2_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/rowlandson-sovereignty/soundFiles/captivity_02_rowlandson_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Mark F. Smith</note>
                            </head>
                    <head>The eighth Remove.</head>
                    <p> On the morrow morning we must go over <ref target="Connecticot" corresp="Connecticot"> the River, <hi rend="italic">i. e.
                                Connecticot,</hi>
                                </ref>
                        <note xml:id="Connecticot" target="Connecticot" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">The Connecticut River.</note>to meet with King <hi rend="italic">Philip,</hi> two <hi rend="italic">Cannoos</hi> full, they
                        had carried over, the next Turn I my self was to go; but as my foot was upon
                        the <hi rend="italic">Cannoo</hi> to step in, there was a sudden out-cry
                        among them, and I must step back; and instead of going over the River, I
                        must go four or five miles up the River farther Northward. Some of the <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> ran one way, and some another. The cause of
                        this rout was, as I thought, their espying some <hi rend="italic">English
                            Scouts,</hi> who were thereabout. In this travel up the River; about
                        noon the Company made a stop, and sate down; some to eat, and others to rest
                        them. As I sate amongst them, musing of things past, my Son <hi rend="italic">Joseph</hi> unexpectedly came to me: we asked of each
                        others welfare, bemoaning our dolefull condition, and the change that had
                        come upon us: We had Husbands and </p>
                    <pb n="21"/>
                    <p> Father, and Children, and Sisters, and Friends, and Relations, and House,
                        and Home, and many Comforts of this Life: but now we may say, <ref target="job" corresp="job"> as Job, </ref>
                        <note xml:id="job" target="job" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> See
                            Job 1:21. </note>
                        <hi rend="italic"> Naked came I out of my Mothers Womb, and naked shall I
                            return: The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away, Blessed be the Name
                            of the Lord. </hi> I asked him whither he would read; he told me, he
                        earnestly desired it, I gave him my Bible, and he lighted upon that
                        comfortable Scripture, <hi rend="italic">Psal.</hi> 18.17, 18. <hi rend="italic"> I shall not dy but live, and declare the works of the
                            Lord: the Lord hath chastened me sore, yet he hath not given me over to
                            death. </hi> Look here, <hi rend="italic">Mother</hi> (sayes he) did you
                        read this? And here I may take occasion to mention one principall ground of
                        my setting forth these Lines: even as the Psalmist sayes, <hi rend="italic">To declare the Works of the Lord,</hi> and his wonderfull Power in
                        carrying us along, preserving us in the <hi rend="italic">Wilderness,</hi>
                        while under the Enemies hand, and returning of us in safety again. And His
                        goodness in bringing to my hand so many comfortable and suitable Scriptures
                        in my distress. But to Return, We travelled on till night; and in the
                        morning, we must go over the River to <hi rend="italic">Philip</hi>'s Crew.
                        When I was in the Cannoo, I could not but be amazed at the numerous crew of
                        Pagans that were on the Bank on the other side. When I came ashore, they
                        gathered all about me, I sitting alone in the midst: I observed they asked
                        one another questions, and laughed, and rejoyced over their Gains and
                        Victories. </p>
                    <pb n="22"/>
                    <p> Then my heart began to fail: and I fell a weeping; which was the first time
                        to my remembrance, that I wept before them. Although I had met with so much
                        Affliction, and my heart was many times ready to break, yet could I not shed
                        one tear in their sight: but rather had been all this while in a maze, and
                        like one astonished: but now I may say as, <hi rend="italic">Psal</hi>
                        137.1. <hi rend="italic">By the Rivers of</hi> Babylon, <hi rend="italic">
                            there we sate down: yea, we wept when we remembred Zion. </hi> There one
                        of them asked me, why I wept, I could hardly tell what to say: yet I
                        answered, they would kill me: No, said he, none will hurt you. Then came one
                        of them and gave me two spoon-fulls of Meal to comfort me, and another gave
                        me half a pint of <ref target="Pease" corresp="Pease">Pease</ref>
                        <note xml:id="Pease" target="Pease" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                            Peas (archaic).</note>; which was more worth than many Bushels at
                        another time. Then I went to see King <hi rend="italic">Philip,</hi> he bade
                        me come in and sit down, and asked me whether I would smoke it (a usual
                        Complement now adayes amongst Saints and Sinners) but this no way suited me.
                        For though I had formerly used Tobacco, yet I had left it ever since I was
                        first taken. <hi rend="italic"> It seems to be a Bait, the Devil layes to
                            make men loose their precious time: </hi> I remember with shame, how
                        formerly, when I had taken two or three pipes, I was presently ready for
                        another, such a bewitching thing it is: But I thank God, he has now given me
                        power over it: surely there are many who may be better imployed than to ly
                        sucking a stinking Tobacco-pipe. </p>
                    <p> Now the <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> gather their Forces to go against <pb n="23"/>
                        <hi rend="italic">North-Hampton:</hi> over-night one went about yelling and
                        hooting to give notice of the design. Whereupon they fell to boyling of
                        Ground-nuts, and parching of Corn (as many as had it) for their Provision:
                        and in the morning away they went: <hi rend="italic">During my abode in this
                            place,</hi> Philip <hi rend="italic">spake to me to make a shirt for his
                            boy, which</hi> I <hi rend="italic">did, for which he gave me a
                            shilling:</hi> I <hi rend="italic"> offered the mony to my master, but
                            he bade me keep it: and with it </hi> I <hi rend="italic">bought a piece
                            of Horse flesh.</hi> Afterwards he asked me to make a Cap for his boy,
                        for which he invited me to Dinner. I went, and he gave me a Pancake, about
                        as big as two fingers; it was made of parched wheat, beaten, and fryed in
                        Bears grease, but <hi rend="italic">I</hi> though <hi rend="italic">I</hi>
                        never tasted pleasanter meat in my life. There was a <hi rend="italic">Squaw</hi> who spake to me to make a shirt for her <ref target="Sannup" corresp="Sannup">
                            <hi rend="italic">Sannup</hi>
                                </ref>
                        <note xml:id="Sannup" target="Sannup" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> A borrowing from Massachusett, Sannup refers to a North American
                            indigenous husband or alternately to a man with authority under that of
                            a chief.</note>, for which she gave me a piece of Bear. Another asked me
                        to knit a pair of Stockins, for which she gave me a quart of Pease: I boyled
                        my Pease and Bear together, and invited my master and mistriss to dinner,
                        but the proud Gossip, because I served them both in one Dish, would eat
                        nothing, except one bit that he gave her upon the point of his knife.
                        Hearing that my son was come to this place, I went to see him, and found him
                        lying flat upon the ground: I asked him how he could sleep so? he answered
                        me, <hi rend="italic">That he was not asleep, but at Prayer;</hi> and lay so
                        that they might not observe what he was doing. I pray God he may remember
                        these things now he is returned in safety. At <pb n="24"/> this Place (the Sun now getting higher) what with
                        the beams and heat of the Sun, and the smoak of the <hi rend="italic">Wigwams,</hi> I thought I should have been blind, I could scarce
                        discern one <hi rend="italic">Wigwam</hi> from another, There was here one
                            <hi rend="italic">Mary Thurston</hi> of <hi rend="italic">Medfield,</hi>
                        who seeing how it was with me, lent me a Hat to wear: but as soon as I was
                        gone, the <hi rend="italic">Squaw</hi> (who owned that <hi rend="italic">Mary Thurston</hi> ) came running after me, and got it away again. <hi rend="italic">Here was the</hi> Squaw <hi rend="italic">that gave me one
                            spoonfull of Meal.</hi> I put it in my Pocket to keep it safe: yet
                        notwithstanding some body stole it, but put five <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> Corns in the room of it: which Corns were the greatest
                        Provisions I had in my travel for one day. </p>
                    <p> The <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> returning from <hi rend="italic">North-Hamptom,</hi> brought with them some Horses, and Sheep, and other
                        things which they had taken: I desired them, that they would carry me to <hi rend="italic">Albany,</hi> upon one of those Horses, and sell me for
                        Powder: for so they had sometimes discoursed. I was utterly hopless of
                        getting home on foot, the way that I came. I could hardly bear to think of
                        the many weary steps I had taken, to come to this place. </p>
                </div>
                <div n="9" type="part">
                    <head>The ninth Remove.</head>
                    <p> But in stead of going either to <hi rend="italic">Albany</hi> or homeward,
                        we must go five miles up the River, and then go over it. Here we abode a
                        while. Here lived a sorry <hi rend="italic">Indian,</hi> who spoke to me to
                        make him a shirt, when I had done it, he would pay me nothing. But <pb n="25"/> he living by the River side, where I often
                        went to fetch water, <hi rend="italic">I</hi> would often be putting of him
                        in mind, and calling for my pay: at last he told me, if <hi rend="italic">I</hi> would make another shirt, for a <hi rend="italic">Papoos</hi>
                        not yet born, he would give me a knife, which he did when I had done it. <hi rend="italic">I</hi> carried the knife in, and my master asked me to
                        give it him, and I was not a little glad that I had any thing that they
                        would accept of, and be pleased with. When we were at this place, my Masters
                        maid came home, she had been gone <hi rend="italic">three weeks</hi> into
                        the <hi rend="italic">Narrhaganset Country,</hi> to fetch Corn, where they
                        had stored up some in the ground: she brought home about a peck and half of
                        Corn. This was about the time that their great Captain, <ref target="Naananto" corresp="Naananto">
                            <hi rend="italic">Naananto</hi>
                                </ref>
                        <note xml:id="Naananto" target="Naananto" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> Better known as Canonchet, he was a Narragansett
                            sachem who, in 1675, signed a treaty with the colonists that his people
                            would remain neutral in Metacom’s War. In defiance of that signature, he
                            became a war leader as the Narragansetts joined the fight. Canonchet was
                            captured by the English on April 2, 1676 and killed the next day in a
                            public execution. News of his death was shared and celebrated throughout
                            the Bay Colony.</note>, was killed in the <hi rend="italic">
                            Narrhaganset Countrey. My Son being now about a mile from me, </hi> I
                            <hi rend="italic"> asked liberty to go and see him, they bade me go, and
                            away I went: but quickly lost my self, travelling over Hills and
                            thorough Swamps, and could not find the way to him. </hi> And I cannot
                        but admire at the wonderfull power and goodness of God to me, in that,
                        though I was gone from home, and met with all sorts of <hi rend="italic">Indian,</hi> and those I had no knowledge of, and there being no
                        Christian soul near me; yet not one of them offered the least imaginable
                        miscarriage to me. I turned homeward again, and met with my master, he
                        shewed me the way to my Son: When <hi rend="italic">I</hi> came to him I
                        found him not well; and withall he had a boyl on his side, which much
                        troubled him: We bemoaned one another <pb n="26"/>
                        while, as the Lord helped us, and then I returned again. When I was
                        returned, I found my self as unsatisfied as I was before. I went up and down
                        mourning and lamenting: and my spirit was ready to sink, with the thoughts
                        of my poor Children: my Son was ill, and I could not but think of his
                        mournfull looks, and no Christian-Friend was near him, to do any office of
                        love for him, either for Soul or Body. And my poor Girl, I knew not where
                        she was, nor whither she was sick, or well, or alive, or dead. I repaired
                        under these thoughts to my Bible (my great comfort in that time) and that
                        Scripture came to my hand, <hi rend="italic"> Cast thy burden upon the Lord,
                            and He shall sustain thee, </hi> Psal. 55.22. </p>
                    <p> But I was fain to go and look after something to satisfie my hunger, and
                        going among the <hi rend="italic">Wigwams,</hi> I went into one, and there
                        found a <hi rend="italic">Squaw</hi> who, shewed her self very kind to me,
                        and gave me a piece of Bear. I put it <ref target="Pocket" corresp="Pocket">
                            into my pocket,</ref>
                        <note xml:id="Pocket" target="Pocket" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> Rowlandson wore a pocket typical for a New England woman, which was
                            not part of her clothing but rather a small bag tied around her waist.
                            In it, she carried essentials: her Bible, needles and yarn, and at
                            times, morsels of food.</note>and came home, but could not find an
                        opportunity to broil it, for fear they would get it from me, and there it
                        lay all that day and night in my stinking pocket. In the morning I went to
                        the same <hi rend="italic">Squaw,</hi> who had a Kettle of Ground nuts
                        boyling; I asked her to let me boyle my piece of Bear in her Kettle, which
                        she did, and gave me some Ground-nuts to eat with it: and I cannot but think
                        how pleasant it was to me. I have sometime seen Bear bake very handsomly
                        among the <hi rend="italic">English,</hi> and some liked it, but the
                        thoughts that it was Bear, made me <pb n="27"/>
                        tremble: but now that was savoury to me that one would think was enough to
                        turn the stomach of a bruit Creature. </p>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic"> One bitter cold day, I could find no room to sit down
                            before the fire: I went out, and could not tell what to do, but I went
                            in to another </hi> Wigwam, <hi rend="italic"> where they were also
                            sitting round the fire, but the </hi> Squaw <hi rend="italic"> laid a
                            skin for me, and bid me sit down, and gave me some Ground-nuts, and bade
                            me come again: and told me they would buy me, if they were able, and yet
                            these were strangers to me that I never saw before. </hi>
                    </p>
                </div>
                <div n="10" type="part">
                    <head>The tenth Remove.</head>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic"> That day a small part of the Company removed about three
                            quarters of a mile, intending further the next day. </hi> When they came
                        to the place where they intended to lodge, and had pitched their <hi rend="italic"> wigwams; </hi> being hungry I went again back to the
                        place we were before at, to get something to eat: being encouraged by the
                            <hi rend="italic">Squaws</hi> kindness, who bade me come again; when I
                        was there, there came an <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> to look after me, who
                        when he had found me, kickt me all along: I went home and found Venison
                        roasting that night, but they would not give me one bit of it. Sometimes I
                        met with favour, and sometimes with nothing but frowns. </p>
                </div>
                <div n="11" type="part">
                    <head>The eleventh Remove.</head>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic"> The next day in the morning they took their Travel,
                            intending a dayes journey up the River, I took </hi>
                    </p>
                    <pb n="28"/>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic"> my load at my back, and quickly we came to wade over the
                            River: and passed over tiresome and wearisome hills. </hi> One hill was
                        so steep that I was fain to creep up upon my knees, and to hold by the
                        twiggs and bushes to keep my self from falling backward. My head also was so
                        light, that I usually reeled as I went; but I hope all these wearisome steps
                        that I have taken, are but a forewarning of me to the heavenly rest. I <hi rend="italic"> know, O Lord, that thy Judgements are right, and that
                            thou in faithfulness hast afflicted me, </hi> Psal. 119 71. </p>
                </div>
                <div n="12" type="part">
                    <head>The twelfth Remove.</head>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic"> It was upon a Sabbath-day-morning, that they prepared for
                            their Travel. </hi> This morning I asked my master whither he would sell
                        me to my Husband; he answered me <ref target="Nux" corresp="Nux">
                            <hi rend="italic">Nux,</hi>
                        </ref>
                        <note xml:id="Nux" target="Nux" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                            Translates to “Yes” in Narragansett.</note>which did much rejoyce my
                        spirit. My mistriss, before we went, was gone to the burial of a <hi rend="italic">Papoos,</hi> and returning, she found me sitting and
                        reading in my Bible; she snatched it hastily out of my hand, and threw it
                        out of doors; I ran out and catcht it up, and put it into my pocket, and
                        never let her see it afterward. Then they packed up their things to be gone,
                        and gave me my load: I complained it was too heavy, whereupon she gave me a
                        slap in the face, and bade me go; I lifted up my heart to God, hoping that
                        Redemption was not far off: and the rather because their insolency grew
                        worse and worse. </p>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic"> But the thoughts of my going homeward (for we bent our
                            course) much cheared my Spirit, and </hi>
                        <pb n="29"/>
                        <hi rend="italic"> made my burden seem light, and almost nothing at all.
                        </hi> But (to my amazment and great perplexity) the scale was soon turned:
                        for when we had gone a little way, on a sudden my mistriss gives out, she
                        would go no further, but turn back again, and said. I must go back again
                        with her, and she called her <hi rend="italic">Sannup,</hi> and would have
                        had him gone back also, but he would not, but said, <hi rend="italic"> He
                            would go on, and come to us again in three dayes. </hi> My Spirit was
                        upon this, I confess, very impatient, and almost outragious. I thought <hi rend="italic">I</hi> could as well have dyed as went back: I cannot
                        declare the trouble that I was in about it; but yet back again I must go. As
                        soon as I had an opportunity, <hi rend="italic">I</hi> took my Bible to
                        read, and that quieting Scripture came to my hand, <hi rend="italic">Psal.</hi> 46.10. <hi rend="italic">Be still, and know that</hi> I <hi rend="italic">am God.</hi> Which stilled my spirit for the present: But
                        a sore time of tryal, I concluded, I had to go through. My master being
                        gone, who seemed to me the best friend that I had of an <hi rend="italic">Indian,</hi> both in cold and hunger, and quickly so it proved. Down I
                        sat, with my heart as full as it could hold, and yet so hungry that I could
                        not sit neither: but going out to see what I could find, and walking among
                        the Trees, I found six <hi rend="italic">Acorns,</hi> and two <hi rend="italic">Ches-nuts,</hi> which were some refreshment to me. Towards
                        Night I gathered me some sticks for my own comfort, that I might not ly
                        a-cold: but when we came to ly down they bade me go out, and ly
                        some-where-else, for they had company (they said) come in more than <pb n="30"/> their own: I told them, I could not tell
                        where to go, they bade me go look; I told them, if I went to another <hi rend="italic">Wigwam</hi> they would be angry, and send me home again.
                        Then one of the Company drew his sword, and told me he would run me thorough
                        if I did not go presently. Then was I fain to stoop to this rude fellow, and
                        to go out in the night, I knew not whither. <hi rend="italic"> Mine eyes
                            have seen that fellow afterwards walking up and down </hi> Boston, <hi rend="italic">under the appearance of a</hi> Friend-Indian, <hi rend="italic">and severall others of the like Cut.</hi> I went to one
                            <hi rend="italic">Wigwam,</hi> and they told me they had no room. Then I
                        went to another, and they said the same; at last an old <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> bade me come to him, and his <hi rend="italic">Squaw</hi>
                        give me some Ground-nuts; she gave me also something to lay under my head,
                        and a good fire we had: and through the good providence of God, I had a
                        comfortable lodging that night. In the morning, another <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> bade me come at night, and he would give me six Ground
                        nuts, which I did. We were at this place and time about two miles from <hi rend="italic"> Connecticut River. </hi> We went in the morning to gather
                        Ground nuts, to the River, and went back again that night. <hi rend="italic">I</hi> went with a good load at my back (for they when they went,
                        though but a little way, would carry all their trumpery with them) I told
                        them the skin was off my back, but I had no other comforting answer from
                        them than this, <hi rend="italic"> That it would be no matter if my head
                            were off too. </hi>
                    </p>
                </div>
                <div n="13" type="part">
                    <pb n="31"/>
                    <head>The thirteenth Remove.</head>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic">Instead of going toward the</hi> Bay, <hi rend="italic">which was that</hi> I <hi rend="italic">desired,</hi> I <hi rend="italic"> must go with them five or six miles down the River into a
                            mighty Thicket of Brush: where we abode almost a fortnight. </hi> Here
                        one asked me to make a shirt for her <hi rend="italic">Papoos,</hi> for
                        which she gave me a mess of Broth, which was thickened with meal made of the
                        Bark of a Tree, and to make it the better, she had put into it about a
                        handfull of Pease, and a few roasted Ground-nuts, I had not seen my son a
                        pritty while, and here was an <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> of whom I made
                        inquiry after him, and asked him when he saw him: he answered me, that such
                        a time his master roasted him, and that himself did eat a piece of him, as
                        big as his two fingers, and that he was very good meat: <hi rend="italic">
                            But the Lord upheld my Spirit, under this discouragement; and I
                            considered their horrible addictedness to lying, and that there is not
                            one of them that makes the least conscience of speaking of truth. </hi>
                        In this place, on a cold night, as I lay by the fire, I removed a stick that
                        kept the heat from me, a <hi rend="italic">Squaw</hi> moved it down again,
                        at which I lookt up, and she threw a handfull of ashes in mine eyes; I
                        thought I should have been quite blinded, and have never seen more: but
                        lying down, the water run out of my eyes, and carried the dirt with it, that
                        by the morning, I recovered my sight again. Yet upon this, and the like
                        occasions, I hope it is not too much to say with <hi rend="italic">
                                    <ref target="pitty_" corresp="pitty"> Job,</ref>
                                    <note xml:id="pitty" target="pitty_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> Job
                                19:21.</note> Have pitty upon me, have pitty upon me, O ye my
                            Friends, for the Hand </hi>
                        <pb n="32"/>
                        <hi rend="italic">of the Lord has touched me. </hi> And here I cannot but
                        remember how many times sitting in their <hi rend="italic"> Wigwams, </hi>
                        and musing on things past, I should suddenly leap up and run out, as if I
                        had been at home, forgetting where I was, and what my condition was: But
                        when I was without, and saw nothing but <hi rend="italic">Wilderness,</hi>
                        and <hi rend="italic">Woods,</hi> and a company of barbarous heathens: my
                        mind quickly returned to me, which made me think of that, spoken concerning
                            <ref target="Judges" corresp="Judges">
                            <hi rend="italic">Sampson,</hi> who said </ref>
                        <note xml:id="Judges" target="Judges" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                            Judges 16:20. </note>, I <hi rend="italic"> will go out and
                            shake myself as at other times, but he wist not that the Lord was
                            departed from him. </hi> About this time I began to think that all my
                        hopes of Restoration would come to nothing. <hi rend="italic">I</hi> thought
                        of the <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Army, and hoped for their coming, and
                        being taken by them, but that failed. <hi rend="italic">I</hi> hoped to be
                        carried to <hi rend="italic">Albany,</hi> at the <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> had discoursed before, but that failed also. I thought of
                        being sold to my Husband, as my master spake, but in stead of that, my
                        master himself was gone, and I left behind, so that my Spirit was now quite
                        réady to sink. I asked them to let me go out and pick up some sticks, that I
                        might get alone, <hi rend="italic">And poure out my heart unto the
                            Lord.</hi> Then also I took my Bible to read, but I found no comfort
                        here neither: which many times I was went to find: <hi rend="italic"> So
                            easie a thing it is with God to dry up the Streames of Scripture-comfort
                            from us. </hi> Yet I can say, that in all my sorrows and afflictions,
                        God did not leave me to have my impatience work towards himself, as if his
                        wayes were unrighteous. <pb n="33"/>
                        <hi rend="italic"> But I knew that he laid upon me less then I deserved
                        </hi> Afterward, before this dolefull time ended with me, I was turning the
                        leaves of my Bible, and the Lord brought to me some Scriptures, which did a
                        little revive me, as that <hi rend="italic">Isai.</hi> 55.8 <hi rend="italic"> For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your
                            wayes my ways saith the Lord. </hi> And also that, <hi rend="italic">Psal.</hi> 37.5. <hi rend="italic"> Commit thy way unto the Lord, trust
                            also in him, and he shal bring it to pass. </hi> About this time they
                        came yelping from <hi rend="italic">Hadly,</hi> where they had killed three
                            <hi rend="italic">English men,</hi> and brought one Captive with them,
                            <hi rend="italic">viz. Thomas Read.</hi> They all gathered about the
                        poor Man, asking him many Questions. I desired also to go and see him; and
                        when I came, he was crying bitterly: supposing they would quickly kill him.
                        Whereupon I asked one of them, whether they intended to kill him; he
                        answered me, they would not: He being a little cheared with that, I asked
                        him about the welfare of my Husband, he told me he saw him such a time in
                        the <hi rend="italic">Bay,</hi> and he was well, but very melancholly. By
                        which I certainly understood <hi rend="italic">(though I suspected it
                            before)</hi> that whatsoever the <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> told me
                        respecting him was vanity and lies. Some of them told me, he was dead, and
                        they had killed him: some said he was Married again, and that the Governour
                        wished him to Marry; and told him he should have his choice, and that all
                        perswaded I was dead. So like were these barbarous creatures to him who was
                        a lyar from the beginning. </p>
                    <pb n="34"/>
                    <p> As I was sitting once in the <hi rend="italic">Wigwam</hi> here, <hi rend="italic">Philips</hi> Maid came in with the Child in her arms, and
                        asked me to give het a piece of my Apron, to make a flap for it, I told her
                        I would not: then my Mistriss bad me give it, but still I said no: the maid
                        told me if I would not give her a piece, she would tear a piece off it: <hi rend="italic">I</hi> told her I would tear her Coat then with that my
                        Mistriss rises up, and takes up a stick big enough to have killed me, and
                        struck at me with it, but I stept out, and she struck the stick into the Mat
                        of the Wigwam. But while she was pulling of it out, I ran to the Maid and
                        gave her all my Apron, and so that storm went over. </p>
                    <p> Hearing that my Son was come to this place, I went to see him, and told him
                        his Father was well, but very melancholly: he told me he was as much grieved
                        for his Father as for himself; I wondred at his speech, for I thought I had
                        enough upon my spirit in reference to my self, to make me mindless of my
                        Husband and every one else: they being safe among their Friends. He told me
                        also, that a while before, his Master (together with other <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi>) where going to the <hi rend="italic">French</hi> for
                        Powder; but by the way <ref target="Mohawks" corresp="Mohawks"> the <hi rend="italic">Mohawks</hi>
                        </ref>
                        <note xml:id="Mohawks" target="Mohawks" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> The Mohawk people were one of six nations that
                            formed the confederation of the Haudenosaunee people (often referred to
                            as the Iroquois Confederacy in Anglo-American or French Canadian terms).
                            The Mohawk were the easternmost nation of the Haudenosaunee: at their
                            peak, they controlled most of New York state, southern Ontario, and
                            eastern Quebec. In Metacom’s war, the Mohawk allied with the Bay Colony.
                        </note> met with them, and killed four of their Company which made the rest
                        turn back again, for which I desire that myself and he may bless the Lord;
                        for it might have been worse with him, had he been sold to the <ref target="French" corresp="French">
                                    <hi rend="italic">French,</hi>
                                </ref>
                                <note xml:id="French" target="French" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> The French in Canada were
                            Catholic. Rowlandson and her fellow Puritans despised them for this
                            reason. </note> than it proved to be in his remaining with the <hi rend="italic">Indians.</hi>
                    </p>
                    <p> I went to see an <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Youth in this place, one <pb n="35"/>
                        <hi rend="italic">John Gilberd</hi> of <hi rend="italic">Spring field</hi> I
                        found him lying without dores, upon to ground; I asked him how he did? he
                        told me he was very <ref target="Flux" corresp="Flux"> sick of a flux </ref>
                        <note xml:id="Flux" target="Flux" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                            Flux was a common term for dysentery, a highly contagious, and
                            potentially dangerous, infection of the intestines. </note>, with eating
                        so much blood: They had turned him out of the Wigwam, and with him an <hi rend="italic">indian Papoos,</hi> almost dead, (whose Parents had been
                        killed) in a bitter cold day, without fire or clothes: the young man himself
                        had nothing on, but his shirt &amp; wastcoat. This sight was enough to melt
                        a heart of flint. There they lay quivering in the Cold, the youth round like
                        a dog; the <hi rend="italic">Papoos</hi> stretcht out, with his eyes and
                        nose and mouth full of dirt, and yet alive, and groaning. I advised John to
                        go and get to some fire: he told me he could not stand, but I perswaded him
                        still, left he shouldly there and die: and with much adoe I got him to a
                        fire, and went my self home. As soon as I was got home, his Masters Daughter
                        came after me, to know what I had done with the <hi rend="italic">English
                            man,</hi> I told her I had got him to a fire in such a place. Now had I
                        need to pray <hi rend="italic">Pauls</hi> Prayer, 2 <hi rend="italic">Thess.</hi> 3.2. <hi rend="italic"> That we may be delivered from
                            unreasonable and wicked men. </hi> For her satisfaction I went along
                        with her, and brought her to him; but before I got home again, it was noised
                        about, that I was running away and getting the <hi rend="italic">English</hi> youth along with me: that as soon as I came in, they began
                        to rant and domineer: asking me where I had been, and what I had been doing?
                        and saying they would knock him on the head: I told them, I had been seeing
                            <pb n="36"/> the <hi rend="italic">English
                            Youth,</hi> and that I would not run away, they told me I lyed, and
                        taking up a Hatchet, they came to me, and said they would knock me down if I
                        stirred out again; and so confined me to the <hi rend="italic">Wigwam.</hi>
                        Now may I say with <hi rend="italic">David,</hi> 2 <hi rend="italic">Sam.</hi> 24.14. I <hi rend="italic">am in a great strait.</hi> If I
                        keep in, I must dy with hunger, and if <hi rend="italic">I</hi> go out, <hi rend="italic">I</hi> must be knockt in head. This distressed condition
                        held that day, and half the next; <hi rend="italic"> And then the Lord
                            remembred me, whose mercyes are great. </hi> Then came an <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> to me with a pair of stockings that were too
                        big for him, and he would have me ravel them out, and knit them fit for him.
                        I shewed my self willing, and bid him ask my mistriss if <hi rend="italic">I</hi> might go along with him a little way; she said yes, I might, but
                        I was not a little refresht with that news, that I had my liberty again.
                        Then I went along with him, and he gave me some roasted Ground-nuts, which
                        did again revive my feeble stomach. </p>
                    <p> Being got out of her sight: I had time and liberty again to look into my
                        Bible: <hi rend="italic">Which was my Guid by day, and my Pillow by
                            night.</hi> Now that comfortable Scripture presented it self to me, <hi rend="italic">Isa.</hi> 54.7. <hi rend="italic"> For a smal moment have
                            I forsaken thee, but with great mercies will I gather thee. </hi> Thus
                        the Lord carried me along from one time to another, and made good to me this
                        precious promise, and many others. <hi rend="italic">Then my Son came to see
                            me,</hi> and I asked his master to <hi rend="italic">let</hi> him stay a
                        while with me, that I <pb n="37"/> might comb his head,
                        and look over him, for he was almost over come with lice. He told me, when
                            <hi rend="italic">I</hi> had done, that he was very hungry, but I had
                        nothing to relieve him; but bid him go into the Wigwams as he went along,
                        and see if he could get any thing among them. Which he did, and it seemes
                        tarried a little too long; for his Master was angry with him, and beat him,
                        and then sold him. Then he came running to tell me he had a new Master, and
                        that he had given him some Ground-nuts already. Then <hi rend="italic">I</hi> went along with him to his new Master who told me he loved him:
                        and he should not want. So his Master carried him away, &amp; I never saw
                        him afterward. till I saw him at <ref target="Pascataqua" corresp="Pascataqua">
                            <hi rend="italic"> Pascataqua </hi> in <hi rend="italic">Portsmouth.</hi>
                        </ref>
                        <note xml:id="Pascataqua" target="Pascataqua" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> The Piscataqua River divides New Hampshire and
                            Maine. The name is a borrowing from Abenaki which refers both to the
                            river and the land around it. More specifically, the term may refer to
                            where the river branches into two or three channels: one theory of its
                            etymology divides the word into “peske” for branch and “tegwe” for a
                            river with a strong current. </note>
                    </p>
                    <p> That night they bade me go out of the <hi rend="italic">Wigwam</hi> again:
                        my Mistrisses Papoos was sick, and it died that night, and there was one
                        benefit in it, that there was more room. I went to a <hi rend="italic">Wigwam,</hi> and they bade me come in, and gave me a skin to ly upon,
                        and a mess of Venson and Ground-nuts, which was a choice Dish among them. On
                        the morrow they burried the <hi rend="italic">Papoos,</hi> and afterward,
                        both morning and evening, there came a company to mourn and howle with her:
                        though I confess, I could not much condole with them. Many sorrowfull dayes
                        I had in this place: often getting alone; <hi rend="italic"> like a Crane,
                            or a Swallow so did I chatter: I did mourn as a Dove, mine eyes fail
                            with looking upward Oh, Lord I am oppressed, undertake for me, </hi>
                        Isa. 38 14 <pb n="38"/> I could tell the Lord as <ref target="Hezekiah" corresp="Hezekiah">
                            <hi rend="italic">Hezekiah,</hi> ver. 3. </ref>
                                <hi rend="italic"> </hi>
                        <note xml:id="Hezekiah" target="Hezekiah" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> Isaiah 38:3.</note> Remember now O Lord, I <hi rend="italic">beseech thee, how</hi> I <hi rend="italic">have walked
                            before thee in truth.</hi> Now had <hi rend="italic">I</hi> time to
                        examine al my wayes: my Conscience did not accuse me of un-righteousness
                        toward one or other: yet <hi rend="italic">I</hi> saw how in my walk with
                        God, I had been a careless creature. <ref target="Psalm_51" corresp="Psalm_51"> As <hi rend="italic">David</hi> said </ref>
                        <note xml:id="Psalm_51" target="Psalm_51" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> Psalm 51:4.</note>, <hi rend="italic">Against
                            thee, thee only have</hi> I <hi rend="italic">sinned:</hi> &amp; I might
                        say with <ref target="Publican" corresp="Publican"> the poor Publican </ref>
                        <note xml:id="Publican" target="Publican" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                            The tax collector speaks these words in Luke 18:13.</note> , <hi rend="italic">God be merciful unto me a sinner.</hi> On the
                        Sabbath-dayes, I could look upon the Sun and think how People were going to
                        the house of God, to have their Souls refresht; &amp; then home, and their
                        bodies also: but I was destitute of both; &amp; might say as the poor
                        Prodigal, <hi rend="italic"> he would fain have filled his belly with the
                            husks that the Swine did eat, and no mwaan gave unto him, </hi> Luke
                        15.16 For <hi rend="italic">I</hi> must say with him, <hi rend="italic">
                            Father I have sinned against Heaven, and in thy sight, </hi>
                        <ref target="Luke" corresp="Luke"> ver 21.</ref>
                        <note xml:id="Luke" target="Luke" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                            Luke 15:21.</note>
                        <hi rend="italic">I</hi> remembred how on the night before &amp; after the
                        Sabbath, when my Family was about me, and Relations and Neighbours with us,
                        we could pray and sing, and then refresh our bodies with the good creatures
                        of God; and then have a comfortable Bed to ly down on: but in stead of all
                        this, <hi rend="italic">I</hi> had only a little Swill for the body, and
                        then like a Swine, must ly down on the ground. I cannot express to man the
                        sorrow that lay upon my Spirit, the Lord knows it. Yet that comfortable
                        Scripture would often come to my mind, <hi rend="italic">For a small moment
                            have</hi> I <hi rend="italic"> forsaken thee, but with great mercies
                            will I gather thee. </hi>
                    </p>
                </div>
                <div n="14" type="part">
                    <pb n="39"/>
                    <head>The fourteenth Remove.</head>
                    <p> Now must we pack up and be gone from this Thicket, bending our course toward
                        the Bay-towns. I haveing nothing to eat by the way this day, but a few
                        crumbs of Cake, that an <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> gave my girle the same
                        day we were taken. She gave it me, and I put it in my pocket: there it lay,
                        till it was so mouldy (for want of good baking) that one could not tell what
                        it was made of; it fell all to crumbs, &amp; grew so dry and hard, that it
                        was like little flints; &amp; this refreshed me many times, when I was ready
                        to faint. It was in my thoughts when I put it into my mouth; that if ever I
                        returned, I would tell the World what a blessing the Lord gave to such mean
                        food. As we went along, they killed a <hi rend="italic">Deer,</hi> with a
                        young one in her, they gave me a piece of the <hi rend="italic">Fawn,</hi>
                        and it was so young and tender, that one might eat the bones as well as the
                        flesh, and yet I thought it very good. When night came on we sate down; it
                        rained, but they quickly got up a Bark Wigwam, where I lay dry that night. I
                        looked out in the morning, and many of them had <ref target="Line" corresp="Line"> line in the rain all night</ref>
                        <note xml:id="Line" target="Line" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                            That is, laid in the rain.</note>, I saw by their Reaking. Thus the Lord
                        dealt mercifully with me many times, and I fared better than many of them.
                        In the morning they took the blood of the <hi rend="italic">Deer,</hi> and
                        put it into the Paunch, and so boyled it. I could eat nothing of that,
                        though they ate it sweetly. And yet they were <ref target="nice_" corresp="nice"> so nice in other things,</ref>
                                <note xml:id="nice" target="nice_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                            Rowlandson uses an older definition of “nice” to mean overly exacting
                                or fastidious.</note>
                                <pb n="40"/> that when
                        I had fetcht water, and had put the Dish I dipt the water with, into the
                        Kettle of water which I brought, they would say, they would knock me down;
                        for they said, it was a sluttish trick. </p>
                </div>
                <div n="15" type="part">
                    <head>The fifteenth Remove.</head>
                    <p> We went on our Travel. I having got one handfull of Ground-nuts, for my
                        support that day they gave me my load, and I went on cheerfully [with the
                        thoughts of going homeward] haveing my burden more on my back than my
                        spirit: we came to <hi rend="italic">Baquang River</hi> again that day, near
                        which we abode a few dayes. Sometimes one of them would give me a Pipe,
                        another a little Tobacco, another a little Salt: which I would change for a
                        little Victuals. I cannot but think what a Wolvish appetite persons have in
                        a starving condition: for many times when they gave me that which was hot, I
                        was so greedy, that I should burn my mouth, that it would trouble me hours
                        after, and yet I should quickly do the same again. And after I was thorougly
                        hungry, <hi rend="italic">I</hi> was never again satisfied. For though
                        sometimes it fell out, that <hi rend="italic">I</hi> got enough, and did eat
                        till I could eat no more, yet I was as unsatisfied as I was when I began.
                        And now could I see that Scripture verified (there being many Scriptures
                        which we do not take notice of, or understand till we are afflicted) <hi rend="italic">Mic.</hi> 6.14. <hi rend="italic">Thou shalt eat and not
                            be satisfied.</hi> Now might I see more than ever before, the miseries
                        that <pb n="41"/> sin hath brought upon us: Many times
                        I should be ready to run out against the Heathen, but the Scripture would
                        quiet me again, <hi rend="italic">Amos,</hi> 3. 6. <hi rend="italic"> Shal
                            there be evil in the City, and the Lord hath not done it? </hi> The Lord
                        help me to make a right improvment of His Word, and that I might learn that
                        great lesson, <hi rend="italic">Mic.</hi> 6.8, 9. <hi rend="italic"> He hath
                            shewed thee (Oh Man) what is good, and what doth the Lord require of
                            thee, but to do justly, and love mercy, and walk humbly with thy God?
                            Hear ye the rod, and who hath appointed it. </hi>
                    </p>
                </div>
                <div n="16" type="part">
                    <head>The sixteenth Remove.</head>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic">We began this Remove with wading over</hi> Baquag <hi rend="italic"> River: the water was up to the knees, and the stream very
                            swift, and so cold that I thought it would have cut me in sunder. </hi>
                        I was so weak and feeble, that I reeled as I went along, and thought there I
                        must end my dayes at last, after my bearing and getting thorough so many
                        difficulties; the <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> stood laughing to see me
                        staggering along: but in my distress the Lord gave me experience of the
                        truth, and goodness of that promise, <hi rend="italic">Isai.</hi> 43.2. <hi rend="italic">When thou passest thorough the Waters,</hi> I <hi rend="italic"> will be with thee, and through the Rivers, they shall not
                            overflow thee. </hi> Then I sat down to put on my stockins and shoos,
                        with the teares running down mine eyes, and many sorrowfull thoughts in my
                        heart, but I gat up to go along with them. Quickly there came up to us an
                            <hi rend="italic"> Indian, </hi> who informed them, that I must go to
                            <ref target="Wachuset" corresp="Wachuset">
                            <hi rend="italic"> Wachuset </hi>
                        </ref>
                                <note xml:id="Wachuset" target="Wachuset" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> Wachusett was a Nipmuc refuge and gathering
                            place. The name refers both to a stand-alone mountain (Wachusett
                            Mountain in Massachusetts) and the land around it, which is still an
                            important place in Nipmuc culture today. In the spring of 1676,
                            Quinnapin, Weetamo, and many other tribal leaders met for a council that
                            discussed, among other things, the possibilities of peacemaking. </note>
                        to my master, for there was a Letter come from <pb n="42"/> the Council to the <hi rend="italic">Saggamores,</hi> about redeeming the Captives, and that there would be
                        another in fourteen dayes, and that I must be there ready. My heart was so
                        heavy before that I could scarce speak or go in the path; and yet now so
                        light, that I could run. My strength seemed to come again, and recruit my
                        feeble knees, and aking heart: yet it pleased them to go but one mile that
                        night, and there we stayed two dayes. In that time came a company of <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> to us, near thirty, all on horse-back. My
                        heart skipt within me, thinking they had been <hi rend="italic">English
                            men</hi> at the first sight of them, for they were dressed in <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Apparel, with Hats, white Neckcloths, and
                        Sashes about their wasts, and Ribbonds upon their shoulders: but when they
                        came near, their was a vast difference between the lovely faces of
                        Christians, and the foul looks of those Heathens, which much damped my
                        spirit again. </p>
                </div>
                <div n="17" type="part">
                    <head>The seventeenth Remove.</head>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic"> A comfortable Remove it was to me, because of my hopes.
                        </hi> They gave me a pack, and along we went chearfully; but quickly my will
                        proved more than my strength; having little or no refreshing my strength
                        failed me, and my spirits were almost quite gone. Now may I say with <hi rend="italic">David, </hi>
                        <ref target="Psalm_109" corresp="Psalm_109"> Psal. I 19.22, 23, 24. </ref>
                        <note xml:id="Psalm_109" target="Psalm_109" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> This line in fact comes from Psalm 109.</note> I
                            <hi rend="italic"> am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.
                        </hi> I <hi rend="italic"> am gone like the shadow when it declineth: </hi>
                        I <hi rend="italic"> am tossed up and down like the locusts: my knees are
                            weak through fasting, and my flesh faileth</hi>
                        <pb n="43"/>
                        <hi rend="italic"> of fatness. </hi> At night we came to an <hi rend="italic">Indian Town,</hi> and the <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi>
                        sate down by a <hi rend="italic">Wigwam</hi> discoursing, but I was almost
                        spent, and could scarce speak. I laid down my load, and went into the <hi rend="italic">Wigwam,</hi> and there sat an <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> boyling of <hi rend="italic">Horses feet</hi> (they being
                        wont to eat the flesh first, and when the feet were old and dried, and they
                        had nothing else, they would cut off the feet and use them) I asked him to
                        give me a little of his Broth, or Water they were boiling in; he took a
                        dish, and gave me one spoonfull of <ref target="Samp" corresp="Samp">Samp
                            </ref>
                                <note xml:id="Samp" target="Samp" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> A porridge made of corn.</note>, and bid me take
                        as much of the Broth as I would. Then <hi rend="italic">I</hi> put some of
                        the hot water to the Samp, and drank it up, and my spirit came again. He
                        gave me also a piece of <ref target="Ruff" corresp="Ruff"> the Ruff or
                            Ridding of the small Guts, </ref>
                                <note xml:id="Ruff" target="Ruff" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> The tough parts of the meat, or
                            the parts that would normally have been disposed, because they were
                            considered too hard to eat or inedible.</note>and I broiled it on the
                        coals; and now may I say with <hi rend="italic">Jonathan, See,</hi> I <hi rend="italic"> pray you, how mine eyes have been enlightened, because I
                            tasted a little of this honey, </hi> 1 <hi rend="italic">Sam.</hi>
                        14.29. Now is my Spirit revived again, though means be never so
                        inconsiderable, yet if the Lord bestow his blessing upon them, they shall
                        refresh both Soul and Body. </p>
                </div>
                <div n="18" type="part">
                    <head>The eighteenth Remove.</head>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic"> We took up our packs and along we went, but a wearisome
                            day </hi> I <hi rend="italic">had of it.</hi> As we went along I saw an
                            <hi rend="italic">English-man</hi> stript naked, and lying dead upon the
                        ground, but knew not who it was. Then we came to another <hi rend="italic">Indian Town,</hi> where we stayed all night. In this Town there were
                        four <hi rend="italic"> English Children, </hi> Captives; and <ref target="Sisters" corresp="Sisters"> one of them my own Sisters.
                            </ref>
                                <note xml:id="Sisters" target="Sisters" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> In other words, her sister’s child, Rowlandson's
                            niece.</note>
                        <pb n="44"/> I went to see how she did, and she was
                        well, considering her Captive-condition. I would have tarried that night
                        with her, but they that owned her would not suffer it. Then I went into
                        another <hi rend="italic"> Wigwam, </hi> where they were boyling Corn and
                        Beans, which was a lovely sight to see, but I could not get a taste thereof.
                        Then I went to another <hi rend="italic">Wigwam,</hi> where there were two
                        of the <hi rend="italic">English Children;</hi> the <hi rend="italic">Squaw</hi> was boyling <hi rend="italic">Horses feet,</hi> then she cut
                        me off a little piece, and gave one of the <hi rend="italic"> English
                            Children </hi> a piece also. Being very hungry I had quickly eat up
                        mine, but the Child could not bite it, it was so tough and sinewy, but lay
                        sucking, gnawing, chewing and slabbering of it in the mouth and hand, then I
                        took it of the Child, and eat it my self, and savoury it was to my taste.
                        Then I may say as <hi rend="italic">Job Chap.</hi> 6.7. <hi rend="italic">
                            The things that my soul refused to touch, are as my sorrowfull meat.
                        </hi> Thus the Lord made that pleasant refreshing, which another time would
                        have been an abomination. Then I went home to my mistresses <hi rend="italic">Wigwam;</hi> and they told me <hi rend="italic">I</hi>
                        disgraced my master with begging, and if I did so any more, they would knock
                        me in head: I told them, they had as good knock me in head as starve me to
                        death. </p>
                </div>
                <div n="19" type="part">
                    <head> <ref target="Audio3_" corresp="Audio3">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio3" target="Audio3_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/rowlandson-sovereignty/soundFiles/captivity_03_rowlandson_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Mark F. Smith</note>
                            </head>
                    <head>The ninteenth Remove.</head>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic"> They said, when we went out, that we must travel to </hi>
                        Wachuset <hi rend="italic">this day.</hi> But a bitter weary day I had of
                        it, travelling now three dayes to gether, without resting any day between.
                        At last, after many weary <pb n="45"/> steps, <hi rend="italic">I</hi> saw <hi rend="italic">Wachuset</hi> hills, but many
                        miles off. Then we came to a great <hi rend="italic">Swamp,</hi> through
                        which we travelled up to the knees, in mud and water, which was heavy going
                        to one tyred before. Being almost spent, <hi rend="italic">I</hi> thought I
                        should have sunk down at last, and never gat out; but <hi rend="italic">I</hi> may say, as in <hi rend="italic">Psal.</hi> 94.18. <hi rend="italic"> When my foot slipped, thy mercy, O Lord held me up. </hi>
                        Going along, having indeed my life, but little spirit, <hi rend="italic">Philip,</hi> who was in the Company, came up and took me by the hand,
                        and said, <hi rend="italic">Two weeks more and you shal be Mistress again.
                            I</hi> asked him, if he spake true? he answered, Yes, <hi rend="italic">and quickly you shal come to your master again;</hi> who had been gone
                        from us three weeks. After many weary steps we came to <hi rend="italic">Wachuset,</hi>
                        <ref target="he" corresp="he"> where he was</ref>
                                <note xml:id="he" target="he" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> Quanopin, Rowlandson's “master” at this
                            point.</note>: and glad I was to see him. He asked me, <hi rend="italic">When</hi> I <hi rend="italic">washt me?</hi> I told him not this month,
                        then he fetcht me some water himself, and bid me wash, and gave me the Glass
                        to see how I lookt; and bid his <hi rend="italic">Squaw</hi> give me
                        something to eat: so she gave me a mess of Beans and meat, and a little
                        Ground-nut Cake. <hi rend="italic">I</hi> was wonderfully revived with this
                        favour shewed me, <hi rend="italic">Psal.</hi> 106.46 <hi rend="italic"> He
                            made them also to be pittied, of all those that carried them Captives.
                        </hi>
                    </p>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic">My master had three</hi> Squaws, <hi rend="italic"> living
                            sometimes with one, and sometimes with another one, this old </hi>
                        Squaw, <hi rend="italic">at whose</hi> Wigwan <hi rend="italic"> I was, and
                            with whom my Master had been those three weeks. </hi> Another was <hi rend="italic">Wettimore,</hi> with whom I had lived and served all this
                        while: A severe and proud Dame she was; <pb n="46"/>
                        bestowing every day in dressing her self neat as much time as any of the
                        Gentry of the land: powdering her hair, and painting her face, going with
                        Neck-laces, with Jewels in her ears, and Bracelets upon her hands: When she
                        had dressed her self, her work was to make Girdles of <hi rend="italic">Wampom</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Beads.</hi> The third <hi rend="italic">Squaw</hi> was a younger one, by whom he had two <hi rend="italic">Papooses.</hi> By that time I was refresht by the old <hi rend="italic">Squaw,</hi> with whom my master was, <hi rend="italic">
                            Wettimores </hi> Maid came to call me home, at which I fell a weeping.
                        Then the old <hi rend="italic">Squaw</hi> told me, to encourage me, that if
                        I wanted victuals, I should come to her, and that I should ly there in her
                            <hi rend="italic">Wigwam.</hi> Then I went with the maid, and quickly
                        came again and lodged there. The <hi rend="italic">Squaw</hi> laid a Mat
                        under me, and a good Rugg over me; the first time I had any such kindness
                        showed me. I understood that <hi rend="italic">Wettimore</hi> thought, that
                        if she should let me go and serve with the old <hi rend="italic">Squaw,</hi>
                        she would be in danger to loose, not only my service, but the redemption pay
                        also. And I was not a little glad to hear this; being by it raised in my
                        hopes, that in Gods due time there would be an end of this sorrowfull hour.
                        Then came an <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> and asked me to knit him three
                        pair of Stockins, for which I had a Hat, and a silk handkerchief. Then
                        another asked me to make her a shift, for which she gave me an Apron. </p>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic">Then came</hi> Tom <hi rend="italic">and</hi> Peter, <hi rend="italic"> with the second Letter from the Council, about the
                            Captives. </hi> Though they were <hi rend="italic">Indians,</hi> I gat
                        them by the hand, and <pb n="47"/> burst out into
                        tears; my heart was so full that I could not speak to them; but recovering
                        my self, I asked them how my husband did, &amp; all my friends and
                        acquaintance? they said, <hi rend="italic">They are all very well but
                            melancholy.</hi> They brought me two Biskets, and a pound of Tobacco.
                        The Tobacco I quickly gave away; when it was all gone, one asked me to give
                        him a pipe of Tobacco, I told him it was all gone; <hi rend="italic">then
                            began he to rant and threaten.</hi> I told him when my Husband came I
                        would give him some: <hi rend="italic">Hang him Rogue (sayes he)</hi> I <hi rend="italic">will knock out his brains, if he comes here.</hi> And then
                        again, in the same breath they would say, <hi rend="italic"> That if there
                            should come an hunddred without Guns, they would do them no hurt. </hi>
                        So unstable and like mad men they were. So that fearing the worst, I durst
                        not send to my Husband, though there were some thoughts of his coming to
                        Redeem and fetch me, not knowing what might follow; <hi rend="italic"> For
                            there was little more trust to them then to the master they served.
                        </hi> When the Letter was come, the <hi rend="italic">Saggamores</hi> met to
                        consult about the Captives, and called me to them to enquire how much my
                        husband would give to redeem me, when I came I sate down among them, as I
                        was wont to do, as their manner is: <hi rend="italic">Then they bade me
                            stand up,</hi> and said, <hi rend="italic"> they were the General Court.
                            They bid me speak what I thought he would give, </hi> Now knowing that
                        all we had was destroyed by the <hi rend="italic"> Indians, </hi> I was in a
                        great strait: I thought if I should speak of but a little, it would be
                        slighted, and hinder <pb n="48"/> the matter; if of a
                        great sum, I knew not where it would be procured: yet at a venture, I said
                            <ref target="Pounds" corresp="Pounds">
                            <hi rend="italic">Twenty pounds,</hi>
                        </ref>
                        <note xml:id="Pounds" target="Pounds" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml.JOB"> It is pretty much impossible to translate the
                            value of twenty pounds into modern money, but this would be a
                            substantial though not astronomical sum, the equivalent of perhaps tens
                            of thousands of dollars in twenty-first century purchasing power.</note>
                        yet desired them to take less; but they would not hear of that, but sent
                        that message to <hi rend="italic">Boston,</hi> that for <hi rend="italic">Twenty pounds</hi> I should be redeemed. It was a Praying- <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> that wrote their Letter for them. There was
                        another Praying <hi rend="italic"> Indian, </hi> who told me, that he had a
                        brother, that would not eat Horse; his conscience was so tender and
                        scrupulous (though as large as hell, for the destruction of poor <hi rend="italic">Christians</hi>) Then he said, he read that Scripture to
                        him, 2 <hi rend="italic">Kings,</hi> 6.25. <hi rend="italic">There was a
                            famine in</hi> Samatia, <hi rend="italic"> and behold they besieged it,
                            untill an Asses head was sold for fourscore pieces of silver, and the
                            fourth part of a <ref target="Kab" corresp="Kab"> Kab </ref>
                                </hi>
                                <note xml:id="Kab" target="Kab" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                                An ancient Hebrew measurement of about two liters.</note>
                                <hi rend="italic">of
                            Doves dung, for five pieces of silver.</hi> He expounded this place to
                        his brother, and shewed him that it was lawfull to eat that in a Famine
                        which is not at another time. And now, sayes he, he will eat Horse with any
                            <hi rend="italic">Indiann of them all.</hi> There was another Praying-
                            <hi rend="italic">Indian,</hi> who when he had done all the mischief
                        that he could, betrayed his own Father into the <hi rend="italic">English</hi> hands, thereby to purchase his own life. Another Praying-
                            <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> was at <ref target="Sudbury" corresp="Sudbury">
                            <hi rend="italic">Sudbury-fight,</hi>
                        </ref>
                                <note xml:id="Sudbury" target="Sudbury" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> The battle of Sudbury took place on April 21st,
                            1676. It is now generally considered the last major victory for
                            Indigenous forces, who successfully raided the town of Sudbury and then
                            ambushed the colonists who came to help. Indigenous fortunes in battle
                            declined from there, a narrative Rowlandson herself reinforced: she
                            described the return of the indigenous fighters who, though they had
                            won, seemed strangely unhappy, like “Dogs. . . which have lost their
                            ears.”</note> though, as he deserved, he was afterward hanged for it.
                        There was another Praying <hi rend="italic">Indian,</hi> so wicked and
                        cruel, as to wear a string about his neck, strung with <hi rend="italic">Christians</hi> fingers. Another Praying-<hi rend="italic">Indian,</hi>
                        when they went to <hi rend="italic">Sudbury-fight,</hi> went with them, and
                        his <hi rend="italic">Squaw</hi> also with him, with her <hi rend="italic">Papoos</hi> at her <pb n="49"/> back: Before they
                        went to that fight, they got a company together to <ref target="powaw_" corresp="powaw">
                            <hi rend="italic">Powaw;</hi>
                        </ref>
                        <note xml:id="powaw" target="powaw_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                                The term pow wow originated from the Algonquian “pau wau” for
                                “medicine man.” English settlers used the term to refer to meetings
                                of Indigenous medicine men or Indigenous gatherings of any kind,
                                which is how the word is still understood <ref target="https://folklife.si.edu/online-exhibitions/american-indian-powwows/smithsonian">today</ref>.</note> the manner was as followeth. There was
                        one that kneeled upon a <hi rend="italic">Deer-skin,</hi> with the company
                        round him in a ring who kneeled, and striking upon the ground with their
                        hands, and with sticks; and muttering or humming with their mouths, besides
                        him who kneeled in the ring, there also stood one with a Gun in his hand:
                        Then he one the <hi rend="italic">Deer-skin</hi> made a speech, and all
                        manifested assent to it: and so they did many times together. Then they bade
                        him with the Gun go out of the ring, which he did, but when he was out, they
                        called him in again; but he seemed to make a stand, then they called the
                        more earnestly, till he returned again: Then they all sang. Then they gave
                        him two Guns, in either hand one: And so he on the <hi rend="italic">Deer-skin</hi> began again; and at the end of every sentence in his
                        speaking, they all assented, humming or muttering with their mouthes, and
                        striking upon the ground with their hands. Then they bade him with the two
                        Guns go out of the ring again; which he did, a little way. Then they called
                        him in again, but he made a stand; so they called him with greater
                        earnestness; but he stood reeling and wavering as if he knew not whither he
                        should stand or fall, or which way to go. Then they called him with
                        exceeding great vehemency, all of them, one and another: after a little
                        while he turned in, staggering as he went, with his Armes stretched out, in
                            <pb n="50"/> either hand a Gun. As soon as he came
                        in, they all sang and rejoyced exceedingly a while. And then he opened the
                            <hi rend="italic">Deer-skin,</hi> made another speech unto which they
                        all assented in a rejoicing manner: and so they ended their business, and
                        forthwith went to <hi rend="italic">Sudbury fight.</hi> To my thinking they
                        went without any scruple, but that they should prosper, and gain the
                        victory: And they went out not so rejoycing, but they came home with as
                        great a Victory. For they said they had killed two Captains, and almost an
                        hundred men. One <hi rend="italic">English-man</hi> they brought along with
                        them: and he said, it was too true, for they had made sad work at <hi rend="italic"> Sudbury, </hi> as indeed it proved. Yet they came home
                        without that rejoycing and triumphing over their victory, which they were
                        wont to shew at other times: but rather like Dogs (as they say) which have
                        lost their cars. Yet I could not pereceive that it was for their own loss of
                        men: They said, they had not lost above five or six: and I missed none,
                        except in one <hi rend="italic">Wigwam.</hi> When they went, they acted as if
                        the Devil had told them that they should gain the victory: and now they
                        acted, as if the Devil had told them they should have a fall. Whither it
                        were so or no, I cannot tell, but so it proved, for quickly they began to
                        fall, and so held on that Summer, till they came to utter ruine. They came
                        home on a Sabbath day, and the <hi rend="italic">Powaw</hi> that kneeled
                        upon the <hi rend="italic">Deer-skin</hi> came home (I may say, without
                        abuse) as black as the Devil. <pb n="51"/> When my
                        master came home, be came to me and bid me make a shirt for his <hi rend="italic">Papoos,</hi> of a hollandlaced Pillowbeer. About that time
                        there came an <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> to me and bid me come to his <hi rend="italic">Wigwam,</hi> at night, and he would give me some Pork
                        &amp; Ground nuts. Which I did, and as I was eating, another <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> said to me, he seems to be your good Friend,
                        but he killed two <hi rend="italic">Englishmen</hi> at <hi rend="italic">Sudbury,</hi> and there ly their Cloaths behind you: I looked behind
                        me, and there I saw bloody Cloaths, with Bullet holes in them; yet the Lord
                        suffered not this wretch to do me any hurt; Yea, instead of that, he many
                        times refresht me: five or six times did he and his <hi rend="italic">Squaw</hi> refresh my feeble carcass. If I went to their <hi rend="italic">Wigwam</hi> at any time, they would alwayes give me
                        something, and yet they were strangers that I never saw before. Another <hi rend="italic">Squaw</hi> gave me a piece of fresh Pork, and a little
                        Salt with it, and lent me her Pan to Fry it in; and I cannot but remember
                        what a sweet, pleasant and delightfull relish that bit had to me, to this
                        day. So little do we prize common mercies when we have them to the full.
                    </p>
                </div>
                <div n="20" type="part">
                    <head>The twentieth Remove.</head>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic"> It was their usual manner to remove, when they bad done
                            any mischief, lest they should be found out: and so they did at this
                            time. </hi> We went about three or four miles, and there they built a
                        great <hi rend="italic">Wigwam,</hi> big enough to hold an hundred <hi rend="italic">Indians,</hi> which they did in preparation to a great day
                        of Dancing. <pb n="52"/> They would say now amongst
                        themselves, that the <hi rend="italic">Governour</hi> would be so angry for
                        his loss at <hi rend="italic"> Sudbury, </hi> that he would send no more
                        about the Captives, which made me grieve and tremble. My Sister being not
                        far from the place where we now were: and hearing that I was here, desired
                        her master to let her come and see me, and he was willing to it, and would
                        go with her: but she being ready before him, told him she wonld go before,
                        and was come within a Mile or two of the place; Then he overtook her, and
                        began to rant as if he had been mad; and made her go back again in the Rain;
                        so that I never saw her till I saw her in <hi rend="italic">Charlestown.</hi> But the Lord requited many of their ill doings, for
                        this <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> her Master, was hanged afterward at <hi rend="italic">Boston.</hi> The <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> now began
                        to come from all quarters, against their merry dancing day. Among some of
                        them came one <ref target="Kettle" corresp="Kettle">
                            <hi rend="italic">Good wife Kettle:</hi>
                        </ref>
                                <note xml:id="Kettle" target="Kettle" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> Elizabeth Kettle, who had been captured in
                            Lancaster.</note> I told her my heart was so heavy that it was ready to
                        break: so is mine too said she, but yet said, I hope we shall hear some good
                        news shortly. I could hear how earnestly my Sister desired to see me, &amp;
                        I as earnestly desired to see her: and yet neither of us could get an
                        opportunity. My Daughter was also now about a mile off, and I had not seen
                        her in nine or ten weeks, as I had not seen my Sister since our first
                        taking. I earnestly desired them to let me go and see them: yea, I
                        intreated, begged, and perswaded them, but to let me see my Daughter; and
                        yet so hard hearted were they, that they would not <pb n="53"/> suffer it. They made use of their tyrannical
                        power whilst they had it: but through the Lords wonderfull mercy, their time
                        was now but short. </p>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic"> On a Sabbath day, the Sun being about an hour high in the
                            afternoon; came Mr. </hi>
                        <ref target="Hoar" corresp="Hoar">John Hoar</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Hoar" target="Hoar" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> John Hoar was a
                            lawyer enlisted by Mr. Rowlandson to negotiate the return of his
                            wife.</note> (<hi rend="italic"> the Council permitting him, and his own
                            foreward spirit inclining him) together with the two forementioned </hi>
                        Indians, Tom <hi rend="italic">and</hi> Peter <hi rend="italic">with their
                            third Letter from the Council.</hi> When they came near, I was abroad.
                        though I saw them not, they presently called me in, and bade me sit down and
                        not stir. Then they catched up their Guns, and away they ran, as if an Enemy
                        had been at hand; and the Guns went off apace I manifested some great
                        trouble, and they asked me what was the matter? I told them, I <hi rend="italic">thought they had killed the</hi> English-man (for they had
                        in the mean time informed me that an <hi rend="italic">English-man</hi> was
                        come) they said, <hi rend="italic">No;</hi> They shot over his Horse and
                        under, and before his Horse; and they pusht him this way and that way, at
                        their pleasure: shewing what they conld do: Then they let them come to their
                            <hi rend="italic">Wigwams.</hi> I begged of them to let me see the <hi rend="italic">English man,</hi> but they would not. But there was I fain
                        to sit their pleasure. When they had talked their fill with him, they
                        suffered me to go to him. We asked each other of our welfare, and how my
                        Husband did, and all my Friends? He told me they were all well, and would be
                        glad to see me. Amongst other things which my Husband sent me, there came a
                        pound of <hi rend="italic">Tobacco:</hi> which I sold for nine shillings in
                            <pb n="54"/> Money: for many of the <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> for want of <hi rend="italic"> Tobacco, </hi>
                        smoaked <hi rend="italic">Hemlock,</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Ground-Ivy.</hi> It was a great mistake in any, who thought I sent for
                            <hi rend="italic">Tobacco:</hi> for through the savour of God, that
                        desire was overcome. I now asked them, whither I should go home with Mr. <hi rend="italic">Hoar?</hi> They answered <hi rend="italic">No,</hi> one
                        and another of them: and it being night, we lay down with that answer; in
                        the morning, Mr <hi rend="italic">Hoar</hi> invited the <hi rend="italic">Saggamores</hi> to Dinner; but when we went to get it ready, we fond
                        that they had stollen the greatest part of the Provision Mr. <hi rend="italic">Hoar</hi> had brought, out of his Bags, in the night: <hi rend="italic"> And we may see the wonderfull power of God, in that one
                            passage, in that when there was such a great number of the </hi> Indians
                            <hi rend="italic"> together, and so greedy of a little good food; and no
                        </hi> English <hi rend="italic"> there, but Mr. Hoar and my self: that there
                            they did not knock us in the head, and take what we had: there being not
                            only some Provision, but also Trading-cloth, a part of the twenty pounds
                            agreed upon: But instead of doing us any mischief, they seemed to be
                            ashamed of the fact, and said, it were some </hi>
                        <ref target="Matchit" corresp="Matchit"> Matchit Indian </ref>
                                <note xml:id="Matchit" target="Matchit" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> "Matchit" translates to “bad.”</note>
                        <hi rend="italic">that did it.</hi> Oh, that we could believe that there is
                        no thing too hard for God! God shewed his Power over the Heathen in this,
                            <hi rend="italic">as he did ever the hungry Lyons when</hi>
                        <ref target="Daniel" corresp="Daniel"> Daniel </ref>
                                <note xml:id="Daniel" target="Daniel" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                            Daniel 6:22.</note>
                        <hi rend="italic">was cast into the Den.</hi> Mr. <hi rend="italic">Hoar</hi> called them betime to Dinner, but they are very little, they
                        being so busie in dressing themselves, and getting ready for their Dance:
                        which was carried one by eight of them; four <hi rend="italic">Men</hi> and
                            <pb n="55"/> four <hi rend="italic">Squaws:</hi> My
                        master and mistriss being two. He was dressed in his Holland shirt, with
                        great Laces sewed at the cail of it, he had his silver Buttons, his white
                        Stockins, his Garters were hung round with Shillings, and he had Girdles of
                            <hi rend="italic"> Wampom upon his head and shoulders. </hi> She had a
                            <ref target="kersey_" corresp="kersey"> Kersey </ref>
                                <note xml:id="kersey" target="kersey_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                            A coarse woolen cloth.</note> Coat, and covered with Girdles of
                            <hi rend="italic">Wampom</hi> from the Loins upward: her armes from her
                        elbows to her hands were covered with Bracelets; there were handfulls of
                        Neck-laces about her neck, and severall sorts of Jewels in her ears. She had
                        fine red Stokins, and white Shoos, her hair powdered and face painted Red,
                        that was alwayes before Black. And all the Dancers were after the same
                        manner. There were two other singing and knocking on a Kettle for their
                        musick. They keept hopping up and down one after another, with a Kettle of
                        water in the midst, standing warm upon some Embers, to drink of when they
                        were dry. They held on till it was almost night, throwing out <hi rend="italic">Wampom</hi> to the standers by. At night I asked them
                        again, if I should go home? They all as one said No, except my Husband would
                        come for me. When we were lain down, my Master went out of the <hi rend="italic"> Wigwam, </hi> and by and by sent in an <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> called <hi rend="italic">James</hi> the <hi rend="italic">Printer,</hi> who told Mr. <hi rend="italic">Hoar,</hi> that my Master
                        would let me go home to morrow, if he would let him have one pint of
                        Liquors. Then Mr. <hi rend="italic">Hoar</hi> called his own <hi rend="italic">Indians, Tom</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Peter,</hi> and
                        bid them &amp; go and see whither he would promise it before <pb n="56"/> them three: and if he would, he should have it;
                        which he did, and he had it. Then <hi rend="italic">Philip</hi> smeling the
                        business cal'd me to him, and asked me what I would give him, to tell me
                        some good news, and speak a good word for me, I told him, I <hi rend="italic"> could not tell what to give him, I would anothing I had,
                            and asked him what he would have? </hi> He said, two Coats and twenty
                        shillings in Mony, and half a bushel of seed Corn, and some Tobacco. I
                        thanked him for his love: but I knew the good news as well as the crafty <hi rend="italic">Fox.</hi> My Master after he had had his drink, quickly
                        came ranting into the <hi rend="italic">Wigwam</hi> again, and called for
                        Mr. <hi rend="italic">Hoar,</hi> drinking to him, and saying, <hi rend="italic">He was a good man:</hi> and then again he would say, <hi rend="italic">Hang him Rogue:</hi> Being almost drunk, he would drink to
                        him, and yet presently say he should be hanged. Then he called for me, I
                        trembled to hear him, yet I was fain to go to him, and he drank to me,
                        shewing no incivility. He was the first <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> I saw
                        drunk all the while that I was amongst them. At last his <hi rend="italic">Squaw</hi> ran out, and he after her, round the <hi rend="italic">Wigwam,</hi> with his mony jingling at his knees: But she escaped him:
                        But having an old <hi rend="italic">Squaw</hi> he ran to her: and so through
                        the Lords mercy, we were no more troubled that night. <hi rend="italic">Yet</hi> I <hi rend="italic">had not a comfortable nights rest: for I
                            think</hi> I <hi rend="italic">can say,</hi> I <hi rend="italic">did not
                            sleep for three nights together.</hi> The night before the Letter came
                        from the Council, I could not rest. I was so full of feares and troubles,
                        God many times leaving us most in the dark, when deliverance <pb n="57"/> is nearest: yea, at this time I could not rest,
                        night nor day. The next night I was overjoyed, Mr. <hi rend="italic">Hoar</hi> being come, and that with such good tidings. The third night
                            <hi rend="italic">I</hi> was even swallowed up with the thoughts of
                        things, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> that ever I should go home again; and
                        that I must go, leaving my Children behind me in the <hi rend="italic">Wilderness;</hi> so that sleep was now almost departed from mine eyes. </p>
                    <p> On <hi rend="italic">Tuesday morning</hi> they called their <hi rend="italic">General</hi> Court (as they call it) to consult and
                        determine, whether I should go home or no: And they all as one man did
                        seemingly consent to it, that I should go home; except <ref target="negotiations" corresp="negotiations">
                            <hi rend="italic">Philip,</hi>
                                </ref>
                                <note xml:id="negotations" target="negotiations" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR"> Metacom did not
                            agree with the strategy to trade captives as part of the negotiations
                            with the English settlers.</note> who would not come among them. </p>
                    <p> But before <hi rend="italic">I</hi> go any further, I would take leave to
                        mention a few remarkable passages of providence, which I took special notice
                        of in my afflicted time. </p>
                    <p> 1. <hi rend="italic"> Of the fair opportunity lost in the long March, a
                            little after the </hi>
                        <ref target="Fort_Fight" corresp="Fort_Fight"> Fort-fight,</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Fort_Fight" target="Fort_Fight" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                            Rowlandson is referring to what is now called the “Great Swamp
                                Fight,” which occurred in December 1675 when colonists attacked a
                                large Narragansett and Wampanoag settlement in Rhode Island.
                                Narragansett forces joined the war effort after this attack. The battle itself which
                                was one of the bloodiest of the war and hugely destructive to both
                                sides.</note>
                        <hi rend="italic">when our</hi> English Army <hi rend="italic">was so
                            numerous, and in pursuit of the</hi> Enemy, <hi rend="italic"> and so
                            near as to take several and destroy them: and the </hi> Enemy <hi rend="italic"> in such distriss for food, that our men might track them
                            by their rooting in the earth for Groundnuts, whilest they were flying
                            for their lives. </hi> I say, that then our Army should want Provision,
                        and be forced to leave their pursuit and return homeward: and the very next
                        week the <hi rend="italic">Enemy</hi> came upon our <hi rend="italic">Town,</hi> like Bears bereft of their whelps, or so many ravenous
                        Wolves, rending us and our Lambs to <pb n="58"/> death.
                        But what shall I say? God seemed to leave his People to themselves, and
                        order all things for his own holy ends. <hi rend="italic">
                            <ref target="Amos" corresp="Amos"> Shal there be evil in the City
                                </ref>
                                    <note xml:id="Amos" target="Amos" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                                Amos 3:6, 6:6-7, Psalm 118:23.</note> and the Lord hath not
                            done it? They are not grieved for the affliction of </hi> Joseph, <hi rend="italic"> therefore shal they go Captive, with the first that go
                            Captive. </hi> It is the Lords doing, and it should be marvelous in our
                        eyes. </p>
                    <p> 2. I cannot but remember how the <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> derided the
                        slowness, and dulness of the <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Army, in its
                        setting out. For after the desolations at <hi rend="italic">Lancaster</hi>
                        and <hi rend="italic">Medfield,</hi> as I went along with them, they asked
                        me when I thought the <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Army would come after
                        them? I told them I could not tell: It may be they will come in <hi rend="italic">May,</hi> said they. Thus did they scoffe at us, as if the
                            <hi rend="italic">English</hi> would be a quarter of a year getting
                        ready </p>
                    <p> 3. <hi rend="italic">Which also I have hinted before, when the</hi> English
                            <hi rend="italic"> Army with new supplies were sent forth to pursue
                            after the enemy, &amp; they understanding it: fled before them till they
                            came to </hi> Baquaug <hi rend="italic"> River, where they forthwith
                            went over safely: that that River should be impassable to the </hi>
                        English. I can but admire to see the wonderfull providence of God in
                        preserving the heathen for farther affliction to our poor Countrey. They
                        could go in great numbers over, but the <hi rend="italic">English</hi> must
                        stop: God had an over-ruling hand in all those things. </p>
                    <p> 4. <hi rend="italic"> It was thought, if their Corn were cut down, they
                            would starve and dy with hunger: and all their Corn that could be found,
                            was destroyed, and </hi>
                        <pb n="59"/>
                        <hi rend="italic">they driven from that little they had in store, into the
                            Woods in the midst of Winter; </hi> and yet how to admiration did the
                        Lord preserve them for his holy ends, and the destruction of many still
                        amongst the <hi rend="italic">English!</hi> strangely did the Lord provide
                        for them; that I did not see (all the time I was among them) one Man, Woman,
                        or Child, die with hunger. </p>
                    <p> Though many times they would eat that, that a Hog or a Dog would hardly
                        touch; yet by that God strengthned them to be a scourge to his People. </p>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic"> The chief and commonest food was Ground-nuts: They eat
                            also Nuts and Acorns, Harty choaks, Lilly roots, Ground beans, </hi> and
                        several other weeds and roots, that I know nor. </p>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic"> They would pick up old bones, and cut them to pieces at
                            the joynts, and if they were full of wormes and magots, they would scald
                            them over the fire to make the vermine come out, and then boile them,
                            and drink up the Liquor, and then beat the great end, of them in a
                            Morter, and so eat them. </hi> They would eat Horses guts, and ears, and
                        all sorts of wild Birds which they could catch: also Bear, Venison, Beaver,
                        Tortois, Frogs, Squirrels, Dogs, Skunks, Rattle-snakes; yea, the very Bark
                        of Trees; besides all sorts of creatures, and provision which they plundered
                        from the <hi rend="italic">English. I</hi> can but stand in admiration to
                        see the wonderful power of God, in providing for such a vast number of our
                        Enemies <pb n="60"/> in the <hi rend="italic">Wilderness,</hi> where there was nothing to be seen, but from hand to
                        mouth. Many times in a morning, the generality of them, would eat up all
                        they had, and yet have some further supply against they wanted. It is said,
                            <hi rend="italic">Psal.</hi> 81.13, 14. <hi rend="italic">Oh, that my
                            People bad hearkned to me, and</hi> Israel <hi rend="italic"> had walked
                            in my wayes, I should soon have subdued their Enemies, and turned my
                            hand against their Adversaries. </hi> But now our perverse and evil
                        carriages in the sight of the Lord, have so offended him, that instead of
                        turning his hand against them, the Lord feeds &amp; nourishes them up to be
                        a scourge to the whole Land. </p>
                    <p> 5. <hi rend="italic">Another thing that</hi> I <hi rend="italic"> would
                            observe is, the strange providence of God in turning things about when
                            the </hi> Indians <hi rend="italic">was at the highest, and the</hi>
                        English <hi rend="italic">at the lowest.</hi> I was with the Enemy eleven
                        weeks and five dayes, and not one Week passed without the fury of the Enemy,
                        and some desolation by fire and sword upon one place or other. They mourned
                        (with their black faces) for their own losses: yet triumphed and rejoyced in
                        their inhumane, and many times devilish cruelty to the <hi rend="italic">English.</hi> They would boast much of their Victories; saying, that in
                        two hours time they had destroyed such a <hi rend="italic">Captain,</hi> and
                        his <hi rend="italic">Company</hi> at such a place; and such a <hi rend="italic">Captain</hi> and his <hi rend="italic">Company</hi> in
                        such a place; and such a <hi rend="italic">Captain</hi> and his <hi rend="italic">Company</hi> in such a place: and boast how many <hi rend="italic">Towns</hi> they had destroyed, and then scoffe, and say,
                            <hi rend="italic"> They had done them a </hi>
                        <pb n="61"/>
                        <hi rend="italic"> good turn, to send them to Heaven so soon. </hi> Again,
                        they would say, <hi rend="italic"> This Summer that they would knock all the
                            Rogues in the head, or drive them into the Sea, or make them flie the
                            Countrey:</hi> thinking surely, <ref target="Agag" corresp="Agag">
                                    <hi rend="italic">Agag-like</hi>
                                </ref>
                        <note xml:id="Agag" target="Agag" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                                Agag is a title for a biblical king, and the quote comes from the
                                first book of Samuel 15:32.</note>
                        <hi rend="italic">, The bitterness of Death is past</hi>. Now the Heathen
                        begins to think all is their own, &amp; the poor Christians hopes to fail
                        (as to man) and now their eyes are more to God, and their hearts sigh
                        heaven-ward: and to say in good earnest, <hi rend="italic">Help Lord, or we
                            perish:</hi> When the Lord had brought his people to this, that they saw
                        no help in any thing but himself; then be takes the quarrel into his own
                        hand: and though they had made a pit, in their own imaginations, as deep as
                        hell for the Christians that Summer, yet the Lord hurll'd them selves into
                        it. And the Lord had not so many wayes before to preserve them, but now he
                        hath as many to destroy them. </p>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic"> But to return again to my going home, where we may see a
                            remarkable change of Providence: </hi> At first they were all against
                        it, except my Husband would come for me; but afterwards they assented to it,
                        and seemed much to rejoyce in it; some askt me to send them some Bread,
                        others some Tobacco, others shaking me by the hand, offering me a Hood and
                        Scarfe to ride in; not one moving hand or tongue against it. Thus hath the
                        Lord answered my poor desire, and the many earnest requests of others put up
                        unto God for me. In my travels an <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> came to me,
                        and told me, if I were willing, <pb n="62"/> he and his
                            <hi rend="italic">Squaw</hi> would run away, and go home along with me:
                        I told him <hi rend="italic">No:</hi> I was not willing to run away, but
                        desired to wait Gods time, that I might go home quietly, and without fear.
                        And now God hath granted me my desire. O the wonderfull power of God that
                            <hi rend="italic">I</hi> have seen, and the experience that I have had:
                        I <hi rend="italic"> have been in the midst of those roaring Lyons, and
                            Salvage Bears, that feared neither God, nor Man, nor the Devil, by night
                            and day, alone and in company: sleeping all sorts together, and yet not
                            one of them ever offered me the least abuse of unchastity to me, in word
                            or action. </hi> Though some are ready to say, I speak it for my own
                        credit; <hi rend="italic"> But I speak it in the presence of God, and to his
                            Glory. </hi> Gods Power is as great now, and as sufficient to save, as
                        when he preserved <hi rend="italic">Daniel</hi> in the Lions Den; or the
                        three <hi rend="italic">Children in the fiery Furnace. </hi> I may well say
                        as his <hi rend="italic"> Psal. </hi> 107.12 <hi rend="italic"> Oh give
                            thanks unto the Lord for he is good, for his mercy endureth for ever.
                        </hi> Let the Redeemed of the Lord say so, whom he hath redeemed from the
                        hand of the Enemy, especially that I should come away in the midst of so
                        many hundreds of Enemies quietly and peacably, and not a Dog moving his
                        tougue. So I took my leave of them, and in coming along my heart melted into
                        tears, more then all the while I was with them, and I was almost swallowed
                        up with the thoughts that ever I should go home again. About the Sun going
                        down, Mr. <hi rend="italic">Hoar,</hi> and my self, and the two <pb n="63"/>
                        <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> came to <hi rend="italic">Lancaster,</hi> and
                        a solemn sight it was to me. There had I lived many comfortable years
                        amongst my Relations and Neighbours, and now not one <hi rend="italic">Christian</hi> to be seen, nor one house lest standing. We went on to a
                        Farm house that was yet standing, where we lay all night: and a comfortable
                        lodging we had, though nothing but straw to ly on. The Lord preserved us in
                        safety that night, and raised us up again in the morning, and carried us
                        along, that before noon, we came to <hi rend="italic">Concord.</hi> Now was
                        I full of joy, and yet not without sorrow: joy to see such a lovely sight,
                        so many <hi rend="italic">Christians</hi> together, and some of them my
                        Neighbours: There <hi rend="italic">I</hi> met with my Brother, and my
                        Brother in Law, who asked me, if I knew where his Wife was? Poor heart! he
                        had helped to bury her, and knew it not; she being shot down by the house
                        was partly burnt: so that those who were at <hi rend="italic">Boston</hi> at
                        the desolation of the <hi rend="italic">Town,</hi> and came back afterward,
                        and buried the dead, did not know her. Yet I was not without sorrow, to
                        think how many were looking and longing, and my own Children amongst the
                        rest, to enioy that deliverance that I had now received: and <hi rend="italic">I</hi> did not know whither ever I should see them again.
                        Being recruited with food and raiment, we went to <hi rend="italic">Boston</hi> that day, where I met with my dear Husband, but the
                        thoughts of our dear Children, one being dead, and the other we could not
                        tell where, abated our comfort each to other. I <pb n="64"/> was not before so much hem'd in with the
                        merciless and cruel Heathen, but now as much with pittiful, tender-hearted,
                        and compassionate Christians. In that poor, and destressed, and beggerly
                        condition I was received in, I was kindly entertained in severall Houses: so
                        much love I received from several (some of whom I knew, and others I knew
                        not] that <hi rend="italic">I</hi> am not capable to declare it. But the
                        Lord knows them all by name: <hi rend="italic"> The Lord reward them seven
                            fold into their bosoms of his spirituals, for their temporals. </hi> The
                            <hi rend="italic">twenty pounds</hi> the price of my redemption was
                        raised by some <hi rend="italic">Boston</hi> Gentlemen, and <ref target="Usher" corresp="Usher"> Ms.<hi rend="italic">Usher</hi>
                        </ref>
                                <note xml:id="Usher" target="Usher" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                                There is likely a typographical error here, since "Ms." was not in
                                use in seventeenth-century English. So whether this reference is to
                                a man or a woman named Usher is uncertain. </note>, whose bounty
                        and religious charity, I would not forget to make mention of. Then Mr. <hi rend="italic">Thomas Shepard</hi> of <hi rend="italic">Charlstown</hi>
                        received us into his House, where we continued eleven weeks; and a Father
                        and Mother they were to us. And many more tender-hearted Friends we met with
                        in that place. We were now in the midst of love, yet not without much and
                        frequent heaviness of heart for our poor Children, and other Relations, who
                        were still in affliction. The week following, after my coming in, the
                        Governour and Gouncil sent forth to the <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi>
                        again; and that not without saccess; for they brought in my Sister, and
                        Good-wife <hi rend="italic">Kettle:</hi> Their not knowing where our
                        Children were, was a sore tryal to us still, and yet we were not without
                        secret hopes that we should see them again. That which was dead lay heavier
                        upon my spirit, than those which were alive <pb n="65"/> mercy on
                        both hands. Now hath God fulfiled that precious Scripture which was such a
                        comfort to me in my distressed condition, When my heart was ready to sink
                        into the Earth [my Children being gone I could not tell whither] and my
                        knees trembled under me, <hi rend="italic">And</hi> I <hi rend="italic"> was
                            walking through the valley of the shadow of Death: </hi> Then the Lord
                        brought, and now has fulfilled that reviving word unto me: <ref target="Jeremiah" corresp="Jeremiah"> Thus saith the Lord</ref>
                        <note xml:id="Jeremiah" target="Jeremiah" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                            Jeremiah 31:16.</note>,<hi rend="italic"> Refrain thy voice from
                            weeping, and thine eyes from tears. for thy Work shall be rewarded,
                        </hi> saith the Lord, <hi rend="italic"> and they shall come again from the
                            Land of the Enemy. </hi> Now we were between them, the one on the <hi rend="italic">East,</hi> and the other on the <hi rend="italic">West:</hi> Our Son being nearest, we went to him first, to <hi rend="italic">Portsmouth,</hi> where we met with him, and with the Major
                        also: who told us he had done what he could, but could not redeem him under
                            <hi rend="italic">seven ponnds;</hi> which the good People thereabouts
                        were pleased to pay. The Lord reward the Major, and all the rest, though
                        unknown so me, for their labour of Love. My Sitters Son was redeemed for <hi rend="italic">four pounds,</hi> which the Council gave order for the
                        payment of Having now received one of our Children, we hastened toward the
                        other: going back through <hi rend="italic"> Newbury,</hi> my Husband
                        Preached there on the <hi rend="italic"> Sabbath-day:</hi> for which they
                        rewarded him many fold. </p>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic">On</hi> Monday <hi rend="italic">we came to</hi>
                        Charlstown, <hi rend="italic">where we heard that the Governour of</hi>
                        Road-Island <hi rend="italic"> had sent over for our Daughter, to take care
                            of her, being now </hi>
                        <pb n="67"/>
                        <hi rend="italic"> within his Jurisdiction: which should not pass without
                            our acknowledgments. </hi> But she being nearer <hi rend="italic">Rehoboth</hi> than <hi rend="italic">Road-Island,</hi> Mr. <hi rend="italic">Newman</hi> went over, and took care of her, and brought
                        her to his own House. And the goodness of God was admirable to us in our low
                        estate, in that he raised up passionate Friends on every side to us, when we
                        had nothing to recompance any for their love. The <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> were now gone that way, that it was apprehended dangerous
                        to go to her: But the Carts which carried Provision to the <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Army, being guarded, brought her with them to <hi rend="italic">Dorchester,</hi> where we received her safe: blessed be
                        the Lord sor it, <hi rend="italic"> For great is his Power, and he can do
                            whatsoever seemeth him good. </hi> Her coming in was after this manner:
                        She was travelling one day with the <hi rend="italic">Indians,</hi> with her
                        basket at her back; the company of <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> were got
                        before her, and gone out of sight, all except one <hi rend="italic">Squaw;</hi> she followed the <hi rend="italic">Squaw</hi> till night,
                        and then both of them lay down, having nothing over them but the heavens,
                        and under them but the earth. Thus she travelled three dayes together, not
                        knowing whither she was going: having nothing to eat or drink but water, and
                        green <hi rend="italic">Hirtle-berries.</hi> At last they came into <hi rend="italic">Providence,</hi> where she was kindly entertained by
                        several of that <hi rend="italic">Town.</hi> The <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> often said, that I should never have her under <hi rend="italic">twenty pounds:</hi> But now the Lord hath brought her in
                        upon free-cost, and given her to me the second <pb n="68"/> time. The Lord make us a blessing indeed, each to
                        others. Now have I seen that Scripture also fulfilled, <hi rend="italic">Deut.</hi> 30: 4, 7. <hi rend="italic"> If any of thine be driven out
                            to the outmost parts of heaven, from thence will the Lord thy God gather
                            thee, and from thence will he fetch thee. And the Lord thy God will put
                            all these curses upon thine enemies, and on them which hate thee, which
                            persecuted thee. </hi> Thus hath the Lord brought me and mine out of
                        that horrible pit, and hath set us in the midst of tender-hearted and
                        compassionate Christians. It is the desire of my soul, that we may walk
                        worthy of the mercies received, and which we are receiving. </p>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic"> Our Family being now gathered together (those of us that
                            were living) the </hi> South Church <hi rend="italic">in</hi> Boston <hi rend="italic">hired an House for us: Then were moved from Mr.</hi>
                        Shepards, <hi rend="italic">those cordial Friends, and went to</hi> Boston,
                            <hi rend="italic"> where we continued about three quarters of a year:
                            Still the Lord went along with us, and provided graciously for us. </hi>
                        I thought it somewhat strange to set up House keeping with bare walls; but
                            <ref target="Solomon" corresp="Solomon"> as <hi rend="italic"> Solomon
                            </hi> sayes,</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Solomon" target="Solomon" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                            Ecclesiastes 10:19.</note>
                        <hi rend="italic">Mony answers all things;</hi> and that we had through the
                        benevolence of Christian friends, some in this <hi rend="italic">Town,</hi>
                        and some in that, and others: And some from <hi rend="italic">England,</hi>
                        that in a little time we might look, and see the House furnished with love.
                        The Lord hath been exceeding good to us in our low estate, in that when we
                        had neither house nor home, nor other necessaries; the Lord so moved the
                        hearts of these and those towards us, <pb n="69"/> that
                        we wanted neither food, nor raiment for our selves or ours, <hi rend="italic">Prov.</hi> 18.24. <hi rend="italic"> There is a Friend
                            which sticketh closer than a Brother. </hi> And how many such Friends
                        have we found, and now living amongst? And truly such a Friend have we found
                        him to be unto us, in whose house we lived, <hi rend="italic">viz.</hi> Mr.
                            <hi rend="italic">James Whitcomb,</hi> a Friend unto us near hand, and
                        afar off. </p>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic">I can remember the time, when</hi> I <hi rend="italic">
                            used to sleep quietly without workings in my thoughts, whole nights
                            together, but now it is other wayes with me. </hi> When all are fast
                        about me, and no eye open, but his who ever waketh, my thoughts are upon
                        things past, upon the awfull dispensation of the Lord towards us; upon his
                        wonderfull power and might, in carrying of us through so many difficulties,
                        in returning us in safety, and suffering none to hurt us. I remember in the
                        night season, how the other day I was in the midst of thousands of enemies,
                        &amp; nothing but death before me: It was then hard work to perswade my
                        self, that ever I should be satisfied with bread again. But now we are fed
                        with the finest of the Wheat, and, as I may say, <ref target="Psalm_81" corresp="Psalm_81">
                            <hi rend="italic">With honey out of the rock:</hi>
                                </ref>
                        <note xml:id="Psalm_81" target="Psalm_81" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                            Psalm 81:16.</note>
                        <ref target="Husk" corresp="Husk"> In stead of the Husk, we have the fatted
                            Calf</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Husk" target="Husk" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                            See Luke 15:11-32.</note>: The thoughts of these things in the
                        particulars of them, and of the love and goodness of God towards us, make it
                        true of me, what <hi rend="italic">David</hi> said of himself, <hi rend="italic">Psal.</hi> 6.6. I <hi rend="italic"> watered my Couch with
                            my tears. </hi> Oh! the wonderfull power of God that mine eyes have
                        seen, affording <pb n="70"/> matter enough for my
                        thoughts to run in, that when others are sleeping mine eyes are weeping. </p>
                    <p> I <hi rend="italic">have seen the extrem vanity of this World:</hi> One hour
                        I have been in health, and wealth, wanting nothing: But the next hour in
                        sickness and wounds, and death, having nothing but sorrow and affliction. </p>
                    <p>
                        <hi rend="italic">Before</hi> I <hi rend="italic">knew what affliction
                            meant,</hi> I <hi rend="italic"> was ready sometimes to wish for it.
                        </hi> When I lived in prosperity; having the comforts of the World about me,
                        my relations by me, my Heart chearfull: and taking little care for any
                        thing; and yet seeing many, whom I preferred before my self, under many
                        tryals and afflictions, in sickness, weakness, poverty, losses, crosses, and
                        cares of the World, I should be sometimes jealous least I should have my
                        portion in this life, and that Scripture would come to my mind, <hi rend="italic">Heb.</hi> 12.6. <hi rend="italic"> For whom the Lord
                            loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every Son whom he receiveth. </hi>
                        But now I see the Lord had his time to scourge and chasten me. The portion
                        of some is to have their afflictions by drops, now one drop and then
                        another; but the dregs of the Cup, the Wine of astonishment: like a sweeping
                        rain that leaveth no food, did the Lord prepare to be my portion Affliction
                        I wanted, and affliction I had, full measure (I thought) pressed down and
                        running over: yet I see, when God calls a Person to any thing, and through
                        never so many difficulties <pb n="71"/> yet he is fully
                        able to carry them through and make them see, and say they have been gainers
                        thereby. And I hope I can say in some measure, <ref target="Psalm_119" corresp="Psalm_119"> As <hi rend="italic">David</hi> did</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Psalm_119" target="Psalm_119" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                            Psalm 119:71.</note>, <hi rend="italic">It is good for me
                            that</hi> I <hi rend="italic">have been afflicted: </hi> The Lord hath
                        shewed me the vanity of these outward things. That they are the <ref target="vanity" corresp="vanity">
                            <hi rend="italic">Vanity of vanities, and vexation of
                            spirit;</hi>
                                </ref>
                                <note xml:id="vanity" target="vanity" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#RR">
                            Ecclesiastes 1:2, 14.</note> that they are but a shadow, a
                        blast, a bubble, and things of no continuance. That we must rely on God
                        himself, and our whole dependance must be upon him. If trouble from smaller
                        matters begin to arise in me, I have something at hand to check my self
                        with, and say, why am I troubled? It was but the other day that if I had had
                        the world, I would have given it for my freedom, or to have been a Servant
                        to a Christian. I have learned to look beyond present and smaller troubles,
                        and to be quieted under them, as <hi rend="italic">Moses</hi> said, <hi rend="italic">Exod.</hi> 14.13. <hi rend="italic">Stand still and see
                            the salvation of the Lord.</hi>
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                <titlePart type="main">
                            <ref target="Travels_" corresp="Travels">TRAVELS</ref>
                    <lb/> INTO SEVERAL <lb/> Remote NATIONS <lb/> OF THE <lb/> WORLD. <lb/> IN FOUR
                    PARTS</titlePart>
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                <lb/>
                <titlePart type="subtitle">By <hi rend="italic">LEMUEL GULLIVER,</hi>
                    <lb/> first a Surgeon, and then a Captain <lb/> of several SHIPS</titlePart>
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                <titlePart type="desc">VOL. I.</titlePart>
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                                    <hi rend="italic">LONDON:</hi>
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                                <hi rend="italic">Printed for</hi> BENJ. MOTTE, <hi rend="italic">at
                            the <lb/> Middle</hi> Temple-Gate <hi rend="italic">in</hi>
                        Fleet-street</publisher>
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                    <docDate>MDCCXXVI</docDate>
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                <head>THE PUBLISHER TO THE READER.</head>
                <head>
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                <p> THE Author of these Travels, Mr. <hi rend="italic">Lemuel Gulliver,</hi> is my
                    antient and intimate Friend; there is likewise some Relation between us by the
                    Mother's Side. About three Years ago, Mr. <hi rend="italic">Gulliver</hi>
                    growing weary of the Concourse of <pb n="v"/> curious People coming to him at
                    his House in <hi rend="italic">Redriff,</hi> made a small Purchase of Land, with
                    a convenient House, near <hi rend="italic">Newark</hi> in <hi rend="italic">Nottinghamshire,</hi> his Native Country; where he now lives retired, yet
                    in good Esteem among his Neighbours.</p>
                <p> Although Mr. <hi rend="italic">Gulliver</hi> was born in <hi rend="italic">Nottinghamshire,</hi> where his Father dwelt, yet I have heard him say, his
                    Family came from <hi rend="italic">Oxfordshire;</hi> to confirm which, I have
                    observed in the Church-Yard at <hi rend="italic">Banbury,</hi> in that County,
                    several Tombs and Monuments of the <hi rend="italic">Gullivers.</hi>
                </p>
                <p> Before he quitted <hi rend="italic">Redriff,</hi> he left the Custody of the
                    following Papers in my Hands, with the liberty to <pb n="vi"/> dispose of them
                    as I should think fit. I have carefully perused them three times: The Style is
                    very plain and simple; and the only Fault I find is, that the Author, after the
                    manner of Travellers, is a little too Circumstantial. There is an Air of Truth
                    apparent through the Whole; and indeed the Author was so distinguished for his
                    Veracity, that it became a sort of Proverb among his Neighbours at <hi rend="italic">Redriff,</hi> when any one affirm'd a Thing, to say, it was as
                    true as if Mr. <hi rend="italic">Gulliver</hi> had spoke it.</p>
                <p> By the Advice of several worthy Persons, to whom, with the Author's Permission,
                    I communicated these Papers, I now venture to send <pb n="vii"/> them into the
                    World, hoping they may be at least, for some time, a better Entertainment to our
                    young Noblemen, than the common Scribbles of Politicks and Party.</p>
                <p> This Volume would have been at least twice as large, if I had not made bold to
                    strike out innumerable Passages relating to the Winds and Tides, as well as to
                    the Variations and Bearings in the several Voyages; together with the minute
                    Descriptions of the Management of the Ship in Storms, in the Style of Sailors:
                    Likewise the Account of the Longitudes and Latitudes; wherein I have Reason to
                    apprehend that Mr. <hi rend="italic">Gulliver</hi> may be a little dissatisfied:
                    But I was resolved <pb n="viii"/> to fit the Work as much as possible to the
                    general Capacity of Readers. However, if my own Ignorance in Sea-Affairs shall
                    have led me to commit some Mistakes, I alone am answerable for them: And if any
                    Traveller hath a Curiosity to see the whole Work at large, as it came from the
                    Hand of the Author, I shall be ready to gratify him.</p>
                <p>As for any further Particulars relating to the Author, the Reader will receive
                    Satisfaction from the first Pages of the Book.</p>

                <signed>Richard Sympson.</signed>
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                <pb n="ix"/>
                <lb/>
                <head> A LETTER FROM CAPTAIN GULLIVER TO HIS COUSIN SYMPSON.</head>

                <head> Written in the Year 1727.</head>
                <lb/>
                <p>I hope you will be ready to own publicly, whenever you shall be called to it,
                    that by your great and frequent urgency you prevailed on me to publish a very
                    loose and uncorrect account of my travels, with directions to hire some young
                    gentleman of either university to put them in order, and correct the style, as
                        <ref target="Dampier_" corresp="Dampier">my cousin Dampier</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Dampier" target="Dampier_">William Dampier (1651-1715), English
                        explorer and pirate whose memoir <hi rend="italic">A New Voyage Round the
                            World</hi> (1697), told the story of his adventures, including one of
                        the first European accounts of the island of Australia. </note> did, by my
                    advice, in his book called “A Voyage round the world.” But I do not remember I
                    gave you power to consent that any thing should be omitted, and much less that
                    any thing should be inserted; therefore, as to the latter, I do here renounce
                    every thing of that kind; particularly a paragraph about her majesty Queen Anne,
                    of most pious and glorious memory; although I did reverence and esteem her more
                    than any of human species. But you, or your interpolator, ought to have
                    considered, that it was not my inclination, so was it not decent to praise any
                    animal of our composition before my master Houyhnhnm: And besides, the fact was
                    altogether false; for to my knowledge, being in England during some part of her
                    majesty’s reign, she did govern by a chief minister; nay even by two
                    successively, the first whereof was the lord of Godolphin, and the second the
                    lord of Oxford; so that you have made me say the thing that was not. Likewise in
                    the account of the academy of projectors, and several passages of my discourse
                    to my master Houyhnhnm, you have either omitted some material circumstances, or
                    minced or changed them in such a manner, that I do hardly know my own work. When
                    I formerly hinted to you something of this in a letter, you were pleased to
                    answer that you were afraid of giving offence; that people in power were very
                    watchful over the press, and apt not only to interpret, but to punish every
                    thing which looked like an innuendo (as I think you call it). But, pray how
                    could that which I spoke so many years ago, and at about five thousand leagues
                    distance, in another reign, be applied to any of the Yahoos, who now are said to
                    govern the herd; especially at a time when I little thought, or feared, the
                    unhappiness of living under them? Have not I the most reason to complain, when I
                    see these very Yahoos carried by Houyhnhnms in a vehicle, as if they were
                    brutes, and those the rational creatures? And indeed to avoid so monstrous and
                    detestable a sight was one principal motive of my retirement hither.</p>
                <p>Thus much I thought proper to tell you in relation to yourself, and to the trust
                    I reposed in you.</p>
                <p>I do, in the next place, complain of my own great want of judgment, in being
                    prevailed upon by the entreaties and false reasoning of you and some others,
                    very much against my own opinion, to suffer my travels to be published. Pray
                    bring to your mind how often I desired you to consider, when you insisted on the
                    motive of public good, that the Yahoos were a species of animals utterly
                    incapable of amendment by precept or example: and so it has proved; for, instead
                    of seeing a full stop put to all abuses and corruptions, at least in this little
                    island, as I had reason to expect; behold, after above six months warning, I
                    cannot learn that my book has produced one single effect according to my
                    intentions. I desired you would let me know, by a letter, when party and faction
                    were extinguished; judges learned and upright; pleaders honest and modest, with
                    some tincture of common sense, and <ref target="Smithfield_" corresp="Smithfield">Smithfield</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Smithfield" target="Smithfield_">Large open space in central London that, among other
                        things, was famous for the annual Bartholomew Fair in the summer.</note>
                    blazing with pyramids of law books; the young nobility’s education entirely
                    changed; the physicians banished; the female Yahoos abounding in virtue, honour,
                    truth, and good sense; courts and levees of great ministers thoroughly weeded
                    and swept; wit, merit, and learning rewarded; all disgracers of the press in
                    prose and verse condemned to eat nothing but their own cotton, and quench their
                    thirst with their own ink. These, and a thousand other reformations, I firmly
                    counted upon by your encouragement; as indeed they were plainly deducible from
                    the precepts delivered in my book. And it must be owned, that seven months were
                    a sufficient time to correct every vice and folly to which Yahoos are subject,
                    if their natures had been capable of the least disposition to virtue or wisdom.
                    Yet, so far have you been from answering my expectation in any of your letters;
                    that on the contrary you are loading our carrier every week with libels, and
                    keys, and reflections, and memoirs, and second parts; wherein I see myself
                    accused of reflecting upon great state folk; of degrading human nature (for so
                    they have still the confidence to style it), and of abusing the female sex. I
                    find likewise that the writers of those bundles are not agreed among themselves;
                    for some of them will not allow me to be the author of my own travels; and
                    others make me author of books to which I am wholly a stranger.</p>
                <p> I find likewise that your printer has been so careless as to confound the times,
                    and mistake the dates, of my several voyages and returns; neither assigning the
                    true year, nor the true month, nor day of the month: and I hear the original
                    manuscript is all destroyed since the publication of my book; neither have I any
                    copy left: however, I have sent you some corrections, which you may insert, if
                    ever there should be a second edition: and yet I cannot stand to them; but shall
                    leave that matter to my judicious and candid readers to adjust it as they
                    please.</p>
                <p>I hear some of our sea Yahoos find fault with my sea-language, as not proper in
                    many parts, nor now in use. I cannot help it. In my first voyages, while I was
                    young, I was instructed by the oldest mariners, and learned to speak as they
                    did. But I have since found that the sea Yahoos are apt, like the land ones, to
                    become new-fangled in their words, which the latter change every year; insomuch,
                    as I remember upon each return to my own country their old dialect was so
                    altered, that I could hardly understand the new. And I observe, when any Yahoo
                    comes from London out of curiosity to visit me at my house, we neither of us are
                    able to deliver our conceptions in a manner intelligible to the other.</p>
                <p> If the censure of the Yahoos could any way affect me, I should have great reason
                    to complain, that some of them are so bold as to think my book of travels a mere
                    fiction out of mine own brain, and have gone so far as to drop hints, that the
                    Houyhnhnms and Yahoos have no more existence than the inhabitants of Utopia.</p>
                <p>Indeed I must confess, that as to the people of Lilliput, Brobdingrag (for so the
                    word should have been spelt, and not erroneously Brobdingnag), and Laputa, I
                    have never yet heard of any Yahoo so presumptuous as to dispute their being, or
                    the facts I have related concerning them; because the truth immediately strikes
                    every reader with conviction. And is there less probability in my account of the
                    Houyhnhnms or Yahoos, when it is manifest as to the latter, there are so many
                    thousands even in this country, who only differ from their brother brutes in
                    Houyhnhnmland, because they use a sort of jabber, and do not go naked? I wrote
                    for their amendment, and not their approbation. The united praise of the whole
                    race would be of less consequence to me, than the neighing of those two
                    degenerate Houyhnhnms I keep in my stable; because from these, degenerate as
                    they are, I still improve in some virtues without any mixture of vice.</p>
                <p>Do these miserable animals presume to think, that I am so degenerated as to
                    defend my veracity? Yahoo as I am, it is well known through all Houyhnhnmland,
                    that, by the instructions and example of my illustrious master, I was able in
                    the compass of two years (although I confess with the utmost difficulty) to
                    remove that infernal habit of lying, shuffling, deceiving, and equivocating, so
                    deeply rooted in the very souls of all my species; especially the Europeans.</p>
                <p> I have other complaints to make upon this vexatious occasion; but I forbear
                    troubling myself or you any further. I must freely confess, that since my last
                    return, some corruptions of my Yahoo nature have revived in me by conversing
                    with a few of your species, and particularly those of my own family, by an
                    unavoidable necessity; else I should never have attempted so absurd a project as
                    that of reforming the Yahoo race in this kingdom; but I have now done with all
                    such visionary schemes for ever.</p>
                <signed>April 2, 1727</signed>
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                                <p>When it was
                            first published in 1726, the book that we have come to call <hi rend="italic">Gulliver’s Travels</hi> appeared, without any advance
                            notice or fanfare, on the shelves of London booksellers under the title
                                <hi rend="italic">Travels into Several Remote Nations of the
                                World</hi>. The author was identified as “Lemuel Gulliver, first a
                            Surgeon, and then a Captain of Several Ships." The name Jonathan Swift
                            appeared nowhere on the book; rather, “Lemuel Gulliver" was portrayed in
                            a frontispiece portrait that identified him as being fifty-eight years
                            old and a resident of Redriff, a village on the Thames river to the
                            southeast of London. Below the portrait appears a Latin quote from the
                            second Satire of the classical poet Persius, that translates as
                            something like "justice, uprightness, and nobility of soul, in the
                            sacred places of the mind, with a heart filled with generous honor,"
                            endorsing Gulliver as a man who could be believed. Redriff would also be
                            logical place for a retired seaman to be living, and details like this,
                            along with the frontispiece portrait, confer a sense of realism on the
                            book that follows. But of course there was no Lemuel Gulliver; the image
                            is a fake, the first of the many hoaxes that would follow. And by
                            quoting Persius (without identifying him as the author), the
                            frontispiece also might tip the savvy reader off to the fact that the
                            work it prefaces is a satire. </p>
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                        <p>There was no one quite like the book’s real author, Jonathan Swift,
                            either. He was born in Ireland in 1667 to a family that was a part of
                            the wave of English people who went there in that period, English
                            Protestants who were encouraged to emigrate and take positions in Irish
                            institutions in order to bind that island more tightly to English
                            domination. Almost all biographical accounts state that his father, also
                            named Jonathan Swift, died seven months before he was born. But there is
                            no documentary evidence for that, or for his parents’ marriage, the date
                            of his father’s death, or even for Swift’s baptism. Swift’s most recent
                            biographer, Leo Damrosch, suggests that his real father may have been
                            Sir John Temple, a wealthy English nobleman who was living in Ireland at
                            the time and who knew Swift’s mother and her family. There is no way of
                            proving this, and we will probably never know one way or the other. But
                            if Sir John Temple <hi rend="italic">were</hi> Swift's father, that
                            would explain some things, such as how Swift would become the private
                            secretary to William Temple, Sir John Temple’s son. Swift, who had an
                            undistinguished career as a student at Trinity College in Dublin, would
                            not have been an obvious choice, and he seems not to have met William
                            Temple before he began working for him. Again, we will probably never be
                            certain of the truth here, and Swift seems to have cultivated a certain
                            amount of mystery about his private life. Although we know, for example,
                            that he had intimate friendships with several women, notably Esther
                            Johnson (to whom he gave the name “Stella") and Esther Vanhomrigh (who
                            he referred to as Vanessa, a name that he invented), the full nature of
                            these relationships eluded, even mystified people then, and frustrates
                            us now. (Some people believed that Swift and Stella had been secretly
                            married; others thought that idea was ridiculous.) Friends found him to
                            be witty and generous, but he could also be demanding and moody. He
                            suffered for much of his life from Meniere’s disease, a disorder where
                            fluid builds up in the inner ear. The condition sometimes left him
                            bedridden for days as he dealt with intense vertigo and nausea; he
                            eventually went deaf. Satirists are often outsiders, and it is not hard
                            to imagine how Swift might have felt himself to be an outsider to his
                            society, set apart by his birth and his health to be an ironic observer
                            as often as a full participant.</p>
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                        <p>
                                    <hi rend="italic">Gulliver's Travels</hi> was immediately a hit with
                            readers, and it did not take long for its real author to be identified,
                            even though Swift publicly stayed silent about his role for several
                            years. The book was translated into French and other European languages
                            very early on; theatrical versions, some with children playing the
                            Lilliputians, were on the stage in London within a few years. Gulliver's
                            adventures, particularly his experiences with the small but ruthless
                            Lilliputians and the large but gentle Brobdignagians, have become myths
                            of the modern world, stories that everyone knows the general outlines of
                            even if they have never opened the book. But fully grasping what Swift
                            was up to has proven to be a challenge. Swift provided no gloss on his
                            own work, and the book defies an easy moral or satisfying conclusion.
                            What, exactly, are we to make of the Houyhnhnms, the intelligent horses
                            of book IV? They seem have come up with the kind of minimal, direct mode
                            of governance that Swift, in other writings, often advocated. But they
                            are also able to contemplete genocide, casually thinking of
                            exterminating all the Yahoos, a fact that Gulliver does not comment
                            upon. What do all of the encounters of Book III, where Gulliver visits a
                            series of miserable projectors of various kinds, add up to, if anything?
                            Who is this Gulliver, anyway, and what kind of character are we dealing
                            with? Swift plays with, defies, and undercuts our expectations for what
                            either a truthful travel narrative or a fictional story should be. <hi rend="italic">Gulliver's Travels</hi> is one of the greatest books
                            in English from the eighteenth century. </p>
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                <head>PART I <lb/>A VOYAGE TO LILLIPUT</head>
                <div type="chapter" n="1">
                    <head>Part One: A Voyage to Lilliput</head>
                    <head>
                                <ref target="Audio1_" corresp="Audio1">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio1" target="Audio1_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_01_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
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                    <lb/>

                    <head>CHAPTER I</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italics">The Author gives some account of himself and family.
                            His first <ref target="inducements_" corresp="inducements">inducements</ref>
                                    <note xml:id="inducements" target="inducements_" type="gloss">Inducements are something that persuades or leads
                                someone to take a course of action. <lb/> Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary.</hi>
                                    </note> to travel. He is
                            shipwrecked, and swims for his life; gets safe on Shore in the country
                            of </hi>Lilliput;<hi rend="italics"> is made a prisoner, and carried up
                            the country.</hi>
                            </head>

                    <lb/>
                    <p>My father had a small estate in <ref target="Nottinghamshire_" corresp="Nottinghamshire">Nottinghamshire</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Nottinghamshire" target="Nottinghamshire_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#JOB">Nottinghamshire is a county in the English
                            Midlands, about 125 miles north of London. There is probably no special
                            significance attached to the fact that Gulliver comes from there, which
                            may be part of the point; this is as nondescript and middle-of-the-road
                            kind of place for the protagonist of a story to have come from. Gulliver
                            is, in every way, an unremarkable person.</note>; I was the third of
                        five sons. He sent me to Emanuel College in Cambridge at fourteen years old,
                        where I resided three years, and applied myself close to my studies: <pb n="2"/>but the charge of maintaining me (although I had a very scanty
                        allowance) being too great for a narrow fortune, I was bound apprentice to
                        Mr. James Bates, an <ref target="eminent_" corresp="eminent">eminent
                            surgeon</ref>
                                <note xml:id="eminent" target="eminent_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#JOB">Surgery was not a prestigious part of the medical
                            profession in this period because it was such a hands-on, often bloody
                            business. Surgeons were responsible for pulling teeth, amputating limbs,
                            lancing boils, letting blood from patients, and also (because it was
                            another procedure that involved using sharp instruments to cut away part
                            of the body) cutting hair, which is why the profession was organized
                            under the aegis of the guild of Barber-Surgeons. Doctors of "physic,"
                            who diagnosed diseases and dispensed medicine (and from which our modern
                            term "physicians" derives) tended to look down upon surgeons. There is a
                            sense in which the term "eminent surgeon" is a contradiction in terms:
                            surgeons were by definition not particularly eminent.</note> in London,
                        with whom I continued <ref target="apprenticeship_" corresp="apprenticeship">four years</ref>
                                <note xml:id="apprenticeship" target="apprenticeship_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#JOB">A typical apprenticeship in this
                            period would have lasted at least seven years. It would thus likely have
                            been deeply embarrassing to Gulliver and his family for him to have
                            failed to complete this apprenticeship. The reasons why Gulliver
                            abandoned his apprenticeship are never explained, although as the
                            following clause suggests, Gulliver may not have been all that
                            interested in surgery, spending more time on other subjects.</note>; and
                        my father now and then sending me small sums of money, I laid them out in
                        learning navigation, and other parts of the mathematics, useful to those who
                        intend to travel, as I always believed it would be some time or other my
                        fortune to do. When I left Mr. Bates, I went down to my father; where, by
                        the assistance of him and my uncle John, and some other relations, I got
                            <ref target="pounds_" corresp="pounds">forty pounds, and a promise of
                            thirty pounds a year</ref>
                                <note xml:id="pounds" target="pounds_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#JOB">Forty pounds would be worth about
                            5,600 pounds today or $8,000. It is always hard to compare the cost of
                            living in an era so far removed from our own, but contemporary readers
                            would have recognized that Gulliver's family is giving him pretty
                            minimal support, just enough to keep him going. </note> to maintain me
                        at <ref target="Leyden_" corresp="Leyden">Leyden</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Leyden" target="Leyden_" type="gloss">The University of Leyden (now more
                            frequently spelled Leiden) was a well-known and prestigious school for
                            studying medicine, and was a much better option at the time than any
                            school in the British Isles.</note>: there I studied <ref target="physic_" corresp="physic">physic two years and seven
                            months</ref>
                                <note xml:id="physic" target="physic_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#JOB">"Physic" was the period's term for what we would
                            now call internal medicine; it is where we get the term "physician"
                            from. Physic was a more prestigious branch of the medical profession
                            than surgery; physicians thought of themselves as members of a
                            profession, and looked down on surgeons--who worked with their hands--as
                            being more working class, just another kind of manual laborer. But as
                            with his apprenticeship to the surgeon James Bates, Gulliver did not
                            complete his program of study in this profession, which would have
                            lasted at least three years. And again Gulliver gives no explanation for
                            his early departure. But any contemporary reader who knew anything about
                            the training of people in medical fields would have noticed there is
                            something amiss here.</note>, knowing it would be useful in long
                        voyages.</p>

                    <p>Soon after my return from Leyden, I was recommended, by my good master Mr.
                        Bates, to be surgeon to the Swallow, <pb n="3"/> Captain Abraham Pannell
                        commander; with whom I continued three years and a half, making a voyage or
                        two into the <ref target="Levant_" corresp="Levant">Levant</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Levant" target="Levant_"> The Levant is composed of the
                            countries on the Eastern Mediterranean Sea spanning from approximately
                            Greece to Egypt. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, and some other parts. When I came back, I
                        resolved to settle in London, to which Mr. Bates, my master, encouraged me,
                        and by him I was recommended to several patients. I took part of a small
                        house in the <ref target="Jury_" corresp="Jury">Old Jury</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Jury" target="Jury_">The Old Jury, or the Old Jewry, is a street
                            in the City of London, the main financial and commercial district in
                            England. It was not a fashionable residential area. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>; and being
                        advised to alter my condition, I married Mrs. Mary Burton, second daughter
                        to Mr. Edmund Burton, <ref target="hosier_" corresp="hosier">hosier</ref>
                                <note xml:id="hosier" target="hosier_"> A hosier is a maker
                            of women's panty hose, stockings, or tights. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, in Newgate-street, with whom
                        I received four hundred pounds for a <ref target="portion_" corresp="portion">portion</ref>
                                <note xml:id="portion" target="portion_">
                            Portion refers to the dowry that Gulliver received from his wife's
                            family at the time of his marriage. Four hundred pounds would have been
                            a modest dowry by the standards of the period.</note>. </p>

                    <p>But, my <ref target="Bates_" corresp="Bates">good master Bates</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Bates" target="Bates_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#JOB">After
                            having teased the reader by presenting the name of Gulliver's master in
                            a number of different combinations, Swift finally comes out and makes
                            the joke that we have been waiting for: "master Bates." Gulliver does
                            not seem aware that he is making a joke about masturbation. We can be
                            certain, however, that Swift knows exactly what he is doing. The precise
                            point of the joke is, as often in this book, not easy to figure out,
                            opening up a number of possibilities but not securely picking any one of
                            them. How are we supposed to understand this bawdy joke? Masturbation,
                            or, as it was called at the time "onanism," was written about in a
                            number of pamphlets and books in this period, most famously in a book
                            called <hi rend="italic">Onania: or, the Heinous Sin of Self-Pollution,
                                and All its Frightful Consequences, in Both Sexes, Considered</hi>,
                            published sometime in the early part of the century and reproduced
                            dozens of times over the course of the eighteenth century. Many readers
                            of the period would have come across a copy of this book at some
                                point.<graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/notes/onania.jpg" alt="Title page from the fourth edition" source="Google Books" desc="Title Page of fourt edition, Google Books"/> Masturbation was
                            widely condemned as a sin that was both anti-social and also dangerous,
                            likely to damage one's health. And it was also seen as an unhealthy
                            indulgence of fantasy at the expense of reality. Which suggests that one
                            possibility for the book that follows is that it is also a fantasy, a
                            kind of day-dream of Gulliver's, a man who does not seem to enjoy a lot
                            of success in the real world here making up a far more interesting life
                            for himself than he had ever really led. Swift never gives us enough
                            information to decide this question one way or another, but the joke,
                            and the fact that Gulliver seems oblivious to it, is one of many details
                            in the book that should lead a careful reader to be a little dubious
                            about the narrator's veracity.</note> dying in two years after, and I
                        having few friends, my business began to fail; for my conscience would not
                        suffer me to imitate the bad practice of too many among my brethren. Having
                        therefore consulted with my wife, and some of my acquaintance, I determined
                        to go again to sea. I was surgeon successively in two ships, and made
                        several <ref target="voyages_" corresp="voyages">voyages</ref>
                                <note xml:id="voyages" target="voyages_">Gulliver does not say so, but it
                            seems very likely that at least some of these voyages would have been on
                            ships transporting enslaved people to work on plantations in the
                            Caribbean and South America.</note>, for six years, to the <ref target="East-Indies_" corresp="East-Indies">East</ref>
                                <note xml:id="East-Indies" target="East-Indies_"> In this period, the "East
                            Indies" referred to the Indian subucontinent and also regions such as
                            the island archpeligo now known as Indonesia.</note> and <ref target="West-Indies_" corresp="West-Indies">West</ref>
                                <note xml:id="West-Indies" target="West-Indies_"> The islands in the
                            Caribbean.</note> Indies, by which I got some addition to my fortune. My
                        hours of leisure I spent in reading the best authors, ancient and modern,
                        being always provided with a good number of books; and when I was ashore, in
                        observing the manners and dispositions of the people, well as learning their
                        language, wherein I had a great facility by the strength of my memory.</p>
                    <p>The last of these voyages not proving very fortunate, I grew weary of the
                        sea, and intended to stay at home with my wife and family. I removed from
                        the Old jury to Fetter-Lane, and from thence to Wapping hoping to get
                        business among the sailors; but <ref target="account_" corresp="account">it
                            would not turn to account</ref>
                                <note xml:id="account" target="account_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#JOB"> To "turn to account" is turn
                            something into your advantage. That is to say that Gulliver is not
                            making any money trying to treat sailors. Which is a little strange,
                            because Wapping in this period was located right in the heart of
                            London's docklands, and would have been teeming with sailors. It is hard
                            not to suspect that Gulliver does not have a great reputation as a
                            doctor among his potential clientele.</note>. After three years
                        expectation that things would mend, I accepted an advantageous offer from
                        Captain William Prichard, master of the Antelope, who was making a voyage to
                        the <ref target="South-Sea_" corresp="South-Sea">South-Sea</ref>
                                <note xml:id="South-Sea" target="South-Sea_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#JOB">The "South-Sea" in this period could refer either
                            to the southern Atlantic Ocean or the southern Pacific Ocean. It is
                            notable that Gulliver does not want to "trouble the reader" with the
                            details of the voyage, except to note that it was "very prosperous" at
                            first. One possibility, perhaps hinted at by the fact that the ship left
                            from Bristol, was that the first part of the voyage involved kidnapping
                            people into slavery in west Africa and then selling them in the
                            Americas; Bristol was at this time a prominent port for departing ships
                            in the Atlantic slave trade.</note>. We set sail from Bristol May 4,
                        1699, and our voyage at first was very prosperous. </p>

                    <p>It would not be proper, for some reasons, to trouble the reader with the
                        particulars of our adventures in those seas: let it suffice to inform him,
                        that in our passage from thence to the East Indies, we were driven by a
                        violent storm to the northwest of <ref target="Van_Diemen_" corresp="Van_Diemen">Van Diemen's Land</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Van_Diemen" target="Van_Diemen_"> Van Diemen's Land was the Dutch name used for what
                            is now the Australian island of Tasmania.</note>. By an observation, we
                        found ourselves in the latitude of 30 degrees 2 minutes south. Twelve of our
                        crew were dead by immoderate labor and ill food, the rest were in a very
                        weak condition. On the fifth of November, which was the beginning of summer
                        in those parts, the weather being very hazy, the seamen spied a rock, <ref target="cable_" corresp="cable">within half a cable's length of the
                            ship</ref>
                                <note xml:id="cable" target="cable_"> A cable's length is a
                            nautical measurement that is roughly 608 feet. So the rock was spied
                            approximately 304 feet off the ship. Source: <hi rend="ital">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>; but the wind was so strong, that we
                        were driven directly upon it, and immediately split. Six of the crew, of
                        whom I was one, having let down the boat into the sea, made a shift to get
                        clear of the ship, and the rock. We rowed by my computation about <pb n="4"/>
                        <ref target="league_" corresp="league">three leagues</ref>
                                <note xml:id="league" target="league_">A league is about three nautical miles,
                            so three leagues would be about nine nautical miles.</note>, till we
                        were able to work no longer, being already spent with labor while we were in
                        the ship. We therefore trusted ourselves to the mercy of the waves, and in
                        about half an hour the boat was overset by a sudden flurry from the north.
                        What became of my companions in the boat, as well as of those who escaped on
                        the rock, or were left in the vessel, I cannot tell; but conclude they were
                        all lost. For my own part, I swam as fortune directed me, and was pushed
                        forward by wind and tide. I often let my legs drop, and could feel no
                        bottom: but when I was almost gone, and able to struggle no longer, I found
                        myself within my depth; and by this time the storm was much abated. The <ref target="declivity_" corresp="declivity">declivity</ref>
                                <note xml:id="declivity" target="declivity_">A declivity is a descending
                            incline. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>
                        was so small, that I walked near a mile before I got to the shore, which I
                        conjectured was about eight o'clock in the evening. I then advanced forward
                        near half a mile, but could not discover any sign of houses or inhabitants;
                        at least I was in so weak a condition, that I did not observe them. I was
                        extremely tired, and with that, and the heat of the weather, and about half
                        a pint of brandy that I drank as I left the ship, I found myself much
                        inclined to sleep. I lay down on the grass, which was very short and soft,
                        where I slept sounder than ever I remember to have done in my life, and, as
                        I reckoned, above nine hours; for when I awakened, it was just daylight. I
                        attempted to rise, but was not able to stir for, as I happened to be on my
                        back, I found my arms and legs were strongly fastened on each side to the
                        ground; and my hair, which was long and thick, tied down in <pb n="5"/> the
                        same manner. I likewise felt several slender ligatures across my body, from
                        my armpits to my thighs. I could only look upwards; the sun began to grow
                        hot, and the light offended my eyes. I heard a confused noise about me, but
                        in the posture I lay, could see nothing except the sky. In a little time I
                        felt something alive moving on my left leg, which advancing gently forward
                        over my breast, came almost up to my chin; when bending my eyes downwards as
                        much as I could, I perceived it to be a human creature not six inches high,
                        with a bow and arrow in his hands, and a quiver at his back. In the
                        meantime, I felt at least forty more of the same kind (as I conjectured)
                        following the first. I was in the utmost astonishment, and roared so loud,
                        that they all ran back in a fright; and some of them, as I was afterwards
                        told, were hurt with the falls they got by leaping from my sides upon the
                        ground. However, they soon returned, and one of them, who ventured so far as
                        to get a full sight of my face, lifting up his hands and eyes by way of
                        admiration, cried out in a shrill but distinct voice, <hi rend="italic">Hekinah degul</hi>: the others repeated the same words several times,
                        but I then knew not what they meant. I lay all this while, as the reader may
                        believe, in great uneasiness: at length, struggling to get loose, I had the
                        fortune to break the strings, and wrench out the pegs that fastened my left
                        arm to the ground; for, by lifting it up to my face, I discovered the
                        methods they had taken to bind me, and at the same time, with a violent
                        pull, which gave me excessive pain, I a little loosened the strings <pb n="6"/> that tied down my hair on the left side, so that I was just able
                        to turn my head about two inches. But the creatures ran off a second time,
                        before I could seize them; whereupon there was a great shout in a very
                        shrill accent, and after it ceased, I heard one of them cry aloud, <hi rend="italic">tolgo phonac</hi>; when in an instant I felt above a
                        hundred arrows discharged on my left hand, which pricked me like so many
                        needles; and besides they shot another flight into the air, as we do bombs
                        in Europe, whereof many, I suppose, fell on my body (though I felt them not)
                        and some on my face, which I immediately covered with my left hand. When
                        this shower of arrows was over, I fell a groaning with grief and pain, and
                        then striving again to get loose, they discharged another volley larger than
                        the first, and some of them attempted with spears to stick me in the sides;
                        but, by good luck, I had on me <ref target="jerkin_" corresp="jerkin">a buff
                            jerkin</ref>
                                <note xml:id="jerkin" target="jerkin_"> A yellow or beige
                            vest or short jacket, typically made of leather, which would explain why
                            it can resist the arrows.</note>, which they could not pierce. I thought
                        it the most prudent method to lie still, and my design was to continue so
                        till night, when, my left hand being already loose, I could easily free
                        myself: and as for the inhabitants, I had reason to believe I might be a
                        match for the greatest armies they could bring against me, if they were all
                        of the same size with him that I saw. But fortune disposed otherwise of me.
                        When the people observed I was quiet, they discharged no more arrows; but,
                        by the noise I heard, I knew their numbers increased; and about four yards
                        from me, over against my right ear, I heard a knocking for above an hour,
                        like that of people at work; when turning my head that way, as well as the
                        pegs and strings would permit me, I saw a <pb n="7"/> stage erected, about a
                        foot and a half from the ground, capable of holding four of the inhabitants,
                        with two or three ladders to mount it: from whence one of them, who seemed
                        to be a person of quality, made me a long speech, whereof I understood not
                        one syllable. But I should have mentioned, that before the principal person
                        began his oration, he cried out three times <hi rend="italic">langro dehul
                            san</hi>: (these words and the former were afterwards repeated and
                        explained to me). Whereupon immediately about fifty of the inhabitants came,
                        and cut the strings that fastened the left side of my head, which gave me
                        the liberty of turning it to the right, and of observing the person and
                        gesture of him that was to speak. He appeared to be of a middle age, and
                        taller than any of the other three who attended him, whereof one was a <ref target="page_" corresp="page">page</ref>
                                <note xml:id="page" target="page_"> A page is a servant, often young. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> that held up his
                            <ref target="train_" corresp="train">train</ref>
                                <note xml:id="train" target="train_"> A train is the bottom of a robe, dress, or coat. If a
                            train is long enough it will drag on the ground, and thus a monarch's
                            train would be carried by servants. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, and seemed to be somewhat longer
                        than my middle finger; the other two stood one on each side to support him.
                        He acted every part of an orator, and I could observe many periods of
                        threatenings, and others of promises, pity, and kindness. I answered in a
                        few words, but in the most submissive manner, lifting up my left hand and
                        both my eyes to the sun, as calling him for a witness; and being almost
                        famished with hunger, having not eaten a morsel for some hours before I left
                        the ship, I found the demands of nature so strong upon me, that I could not
                            <ref target="forbear_" corresp="forbear">forbear</ref>
                                <note xml:id="forbear" target="forbear_"> Forbear means "to bear, endure, or
                            submit to." Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                            Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> showing my impatience (perhaps against the strict
                        rules of decency) by putting my finger frequently on my mouth, to signify
                        that I wanted food. The Hurgo (for so they call a great lord, as I
                        afterwards <pb n="8"/> learned) understood me very well. He descended from
                        the stage, and commanded that several ladders should be applied to my sides,
                        on which above a hundred of the inhabitants mounted, and walked towards my
                        mouth, laden with baskets full of meat, which had been provided, and sent
                        thither by the King's orders, upon the first intelligence he received of me.
                        I observed there was the flesh of several animals, but could not distinguish
                        them by the taste. There were shoulders, legs, and loins, shaped like those
                        of mutton, and very well dressed, but smaller than the wings of a <ref target="lark_" corresp="lark">lark</ref>
                                <note xml:id="lark" target="lark_"> A lark is a type of small brown bird, often known as a
                            songbird. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                            Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> bigness of <ref target="bullet_" corresp="bullet">musket bullets</ref>
                                <note xml:id="bullet" target="bullet_"> The
                            diameter of a musket ball was half an inch on average.</note>. They
                        supplied me as they could, showing a thousand marks of wonder and
                        astonishment at my bulk and appetite. I then made another sign that I wanted
                        drink. They found by my eating that a small quantity would not suffice me,
                        and being a most ingenious people, they slung up with great dexterity one of
                        their largest <ref target="hogsheads_" corresp="hogsheads">hogsheads</ref>
                                <note xml:id="hogsheads" target="hogsheads_"> A hogshead
                            is a cask or barrel. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, then rolled it toward my hand, and beat out
                        the top; I drank it off at a <ref target="draught_" corresp="draught">draught</ref>
                                <note xml:id="draught" target="draught_"> Draught is the
                            "drawing of liquid into the mouth or down the throat; an act of
                            drinking, a drink; the quantity of drink swallowed at one 'pull.'"
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, which I
                        might well do, for it did not hold half a pint, and tasted like a small wine
                        of Burgundy, but much more delicious. They brought me a second hogshead,
                        which I drank in the same manner, and made signs for more, but they had none
                        to give me. When I had performed these wonders, they shouted for joy, and
                        danced upon my breast, repeating several times as they did at first, <hi rend="italic">hekinah degul</hi>. They made me a sign that I should
                        throw down the two hogsheads, but first <pb n="9"/>warning the people below
                        to stand out of the way, crying aloud, <hi rend="italics">borach
                        mivola</hi>, and when they saw the vessels in the air,there was a universal
                        shout of <hi rend="italics">hekinah degul</hi>. I confess I was often
                        tempted, while they were passing backwards and forwards on my body, to seize
                        forty or fifty of the first that came in my reach, and dash them against the
                        ground. But the remembrance of what I had felt, which probably might not be
                        the worst they could do, and the promise of honor I made them, for so I
                        interpreted my submissive behavior, soon drove out these imaginations.
                        Besides, I now considered myself as bound by the laws of hospitality to a
                        people who had treated me with so much expense and magnificence. However, in
                        my thoughts I could not sufficiently wonder at the intrepidity of these
                        diminutive mortals, who dare venture to mount and walk upon my body, while
                        one of my hands was at liberty, without trembling at the very sight of so
                            <ref target="prodigious_" corresp="prodigious">prodigious</ref>
                                <note xml:id="prodigious" target="prodigious_"> Prodigious is an adjective
                            meaning amazing, or extraordinary. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> a creature as I must appear to them.
                        After some time, when they observed that I made no more demands for meat,
                        there appeared before me a person of high rank from his Imperial Majesty.
                        His Excellency, having mounted on the small of my right leg,advanced
                        forwards up to my face, with about a dozen of his <ref target="retinue_" corresp="retinue">retinue</ref>
                                <note xml:id="retinue" target="retinue_">
                            The king's retinue is a group of his attendants or closest servants.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>. And
                        producing his credentials under the Signet Royal, which he applied close to
                        my eyes, spoke about ten minutes, without any signs of anger,but with a kind
                        of determinate resolution; often pointing forwards, which, as I afterwards
                        found, was towards the capital city, about half a mile distant, whither it
                        was agreed by <pb n="10"/> his Majesty in council that Imust be conveyed. I
                        answered in few words, but to no purpose, and made a sign with my hand that
                        was loose, putting it to the other (but over his Excellency's head, for fear
                        of hurting him or his train) and then to my own head and body, to signify
                        that I desired my liberty. It appeared that he understood me well enough,
                        for he shook his head by way of <ref target="disapprobation_" corresp="disapprobation">disapprobation</ref>
                                <note xml:id="disapprobation" target="disapprobation_"> Disapprobation is "the
                            act of disapproving." Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, and held his hand in a posture to show that
                        I must be carried as a prisoner. However, he made other signs to let me
                        understand that I should have meat and drink enough, and very good
                        treatment. Whereupon I once more thought of attempting to break my bonds,
                        but again, when I felt the <ref target="smart_" corresp="smart">smart</ref>
                                <note xml:id="smart" target="smart_"> A smart is the feeling
                            of sharp pain inflicted by some outside source. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> of their arrows
                        upon my face and hands, which were all in blisters, and many of the darts
                        still sticking in them, and observing likewise that the number of my enemies
                        increased, I gave tokens to let them know that they might do with me what
                        they pleased. Upon this the Hurgo and his train withdrew with much civility
                        and cheerful countenances. Soon after I heard a general shout, with frequent
                        repetitions of the words, <hi rend="italics">peplom selan</hi>, and I felt
                        great numbers of the people on my left side relaxing the cords to such a
                        degree, that I was able to turn upon my right, and to ease myself with <ref target="make_water_" corresp="make_water">making water</ref>
                                <note xml:id="make_water" target="make_water_"> To "make water" is to urinate.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>; which I
                        very plentifully did, to the great astonishment of the people, who
                        conjecturing by my motions what I was going to do, immediately opened to the
                        right and left on that side, to avoid the torrent which fell with such noise
                        and violence from me. But before this, they had <pb n="11"/>
                        <ref target="daubed_" corresp="daubed">daubed</ref>
                                <note xml:id="daubed" target="daubed_">To cover or put on. In this context the Lilliputions
                            are putting on the ointment. Source: <hi rend="italic"> Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> my face and both my hands with a sort of
                        ointment very pleasant to the smell, which in a few minutes removed all the
                        smart of their arrows. These circumstances, added to the refreshment I had
                        received by their <ref target="victuals_" corresp="victuals">victuals</ref>
                                <note xml:id="victuals" target="victuals_">Food, thus
                            they're providing Gulliver with food and drink.</note> and drink, which
                        were very nourishing, disposed me to sleep. I slept about eight hours, as I
                        was afterwards assured; and it was no wonder, for the physicians, by the
                        Emperor's order, had mingled a sleepy potion in the hogsheads of wine. </p>

                    <p>It seems that upon the first moment I was discovered sleeping on the ground
                        after my landing, the Emperor had early notice of it by an express; and
                        determined in council that I should be tied in the manner I have related
                        (which was done in the night while I slept), that plenty of meat and drink
                        should be sent me, and a machine prepared to carry me to the capital city. </p>


                    <p>This resolution perhaps may appear very bold and dangerous, and I am
                        confident would not be imitated by any prince in Europe on the like
                        occasion; however, in my opinion, it was extremely prudent, as well as
                        generous. For supposing these people had endeavored to kill me with their
                        spears and arrows while I was asleep, I should certainly have awakened with
                        the first sense of smart, which might so far have roused my rage and
                        strength, as to have enabled me to break the strings wherewith I was tied;
                        after which, as they were not able to make resistance, so they could expect
                        no mercy. </p>

                    <p>These people are most excellent mathematicians, and arrived to great
                        perfection in mechanics by the countenance and encouragement of the Emperor,
                            <pb n="12"/> who is a renowned patron of learning. This prince has
                        several machines fixed on wheels for the carriage of trees and other great
                        weights. He often builds his largest men of war, whereof some are nine feet
                        long, in the woods where the timber grows, and has them carried on these
                        engines three or four hundred yards to the sea. Five hundred carpenters and
                        engineers were immediately set at work to prepare the greatest engine they
                        had. It was a frame of wood raised three inches from the ground, about seven
                        feet long and four wide, moving upon twenty-two wheels. The shout I heard
                        was upon the arrival of this engine, which it seems set out in four hours
                        after my landing. It was brought parallel to me as I lay. But the principal
                        difficulty was to raise and place me in this vehicle. Eighty poles, each of
                        one foot high, were erected for this purpose, and very strong cords of the
                        bigness of <ref target="packthread_" corresp="packthread">packthread</ref>
                                <note xml:id="packthread" target="packthread_"> Small
                            twine or thread used to sew or close up bags. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> were fastened by hooks to
                        many bandages, which the workmen had <ref target="girt_" corresp="girt">girt</ref>
                                <note xml:id="girt" target="girt_"> bound or secured </note>
                        round my neck, my hands, my body, and my legs. Nine hundred of the strongest
                        men were employed to draw up these cords by many pulleys fastened on the
                        poles, and thus, in less than three hours, I was raised and slung into the
                        engine, and there tied fast. All this I was told, for while the whole
                        operation was performing, I lay in a profound sleep, by the force of that
                            <ref target="sopiferous_" corresp="sopiferous">soporiferous</ref>
                                <note xml:id="sopiferous" target="sopiferous_">To cause someone to fall
                            asleep. The medicine will cause Gulliver to fall sleep or pass out.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> medicine
                        infused into my liquor. Fifteen hundred of the Emperor's largest horses,
                        each about four inches and a half high, were employed to draw me towards the
                        metropolis, which, as I said, was half a mile distant. <pb n="13"/>
                    </p>

                    <p>About four hours after we began our journey, I awaked by a very ridiculous
                        accident; for the carriage being stopped a while to adjust something that
                        was out of order, two or three of the young natives had the curiosity to see
                        how I looked when I was asleep; they climbed up into the engine, and
                        advancing very softly to my face, one of them, an officer in the Guards, put
                        the sharp end of his half-pike a good way up into my left nostril, which
                        tickled my nose like a straw, and made me sneeze violently: whereupon they
                        stole off unperceived, and it was three weeks before I knew the cause of my
                        awaking so suddenly. We made a long march the remaining part of that day,
                        and rested at night with five hundred guards on each side of me, half with
                        torches, and half with bows and arrows, ready to shoot me if I should offer
                        to stir. The next morning at sunrise we continued our march, and arrived
                        within two hundred yards of the city gates about noon. The Emperor, and all
                        his court, came out to meet us; but his great officers would by no means
                        suffer his Majesty to endanger his person by mounting on my body. </p>

                    <p>At the place where the carriage stopped, there stood an ancient temple,
                        esteemed to be the largest in the whole kingdom, which having been polluted
                        some years before by <ref target="murder_" corresp="murder">an unnatural
                            murder</ref>
                                <note xml:id="murder" target="murder_" type="gloss" resp="editors.xml#JOB"> Swift is probably referring to the execution of
                            Charles I by Parliament in 1649, at the end of the English Civil War. It
                            took place on Whitehall, in front of the Banqueting House, designed by
                            Inigo Jones for Charles's father, James I, and still a landmark that can
                            be visited in London. For conservatives like Swift, the execution of a
                            monarch was indeed "unnatural"; even now, the execution of the head of
                            state is shocking to imagine. <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/notes/execution-charles.jpg" alt="Contemporary image of the execution of Charles I in 1649" source="National Portrait Gallery, London" desc="A contemporary engraving by an unknown artist of the execution of Charles I. Note the blood spurting from the decapitated body and the executioner holding the head of the dead King up for the crowd to see. Source: National Portrait Gallery, London"/>
                        </note>, was, according to the zeal of those people, looked on as profane,
                        and therefore had been applied to common uses, and all the ornaments and
                        furniture carried away. In this edifice it was determined I should lodge.
                        The great gate fronting to the north was <pb n="14"/> about four feet high,
                        and almost two feet wide, through which I could easily creep. On each side
                        of the gate was a small window not above six inches from the ground: into
                        that on the left side, the King's smiths <ref target="fourscore_" corresp="fourscore">conveyed fourscore and eleven chains</ref>
                                <note xml:id="fourscore" target="fourscore_">Fourscore is four times twenty or
                            eighty. 80+11=91: there were ninety-one chains. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, like those that
                        hang to a lady's watch in Europe, and almost as large, which were locked to
                        my left leg with six and thirty padlocks. Over against this temple, on the
                        other side of the great highway, at twenty feet distance, there was a turret
                        at least five feet high. Here the Emperor ascended with many principal lords
                        of his court, to have an opportunity of viewing me, as I was told, for I
                        could not see them. It was reckoned that above a hundred thousand
                        inhabitants came out of the town upon the same errand; and in spite of my
                        guards, I believe there could not be fewer than ten thousand, at several
                        times, who mounted upon my body by the help of ladders. But a proclamation
                        was soon issued to forbid it upon pain of death. When the workmen found it
                        was impossible for me to break loose, they cut all the strings that bound
                        me; whereupon I rose up with as melancholy a disposition as ever I had in my
                        life. But the noise and astonishment of the people at seeing me rise and
                        walk, are not to be expressed. The chains that held my left leg were about
                        two yards long, and gave me not only the liberty of walking backwards and
                        forwards in a semi-circle; but, being fixed within four inches of the gate,
                        allowed me to creep in, and lie at my full length in the temple. </p>
                </div>

                <pb n="15"/>


                <div type="chapter" n="2">
                    <head>CHAPTER II</head>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italics">The Emperor of </hi>Lilliput, <hi rend="italics">attended by several of the nobility, come to see the Author in his
                            confinement. The emperor's person and habit described. Learned men
                            appointed to teach the Author their language. He gains favour by his
                            mild disposition. His pockets are searched, and his sword and pistols
                            taken from him.</hi>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <ref target="Audio2_" corresp="Audio2">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio2" target="Audio2_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_02_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <p>When I found myself on my feet, I looked about me, and must confess I never
                        beheld a more entertaining prospect. The country round appeared like a
                        continued garden, and the inclosed fields, which were generally forty feet
                        square, resembled so many beds of flowers. These fields were intermingled
                        with woods of <ref target="stang_" corresp="stang">half a stang</ref>
                                <note xml:id="stang" target="stang_"> A stang is an archiac measurement of
                            land that was about a quarter of an acre.</note>, and the tallest trees,
                        as I could judge, appeared to be seven feet high. I viewed the town on my
                        left hand, which looked like the painted scene of a city in a theatre. </p>

                    <p>I had been for some hours extremely pressed by the necessities of nature;
                        which was no wonder, it being almost two days since I had last unburdened
                        myself. I was under great difficulties between urgency and shame. The best
                            <ref target="expedient_" corresp="expedient">expedient</ref>
                                <note xml:id="expedient" target="expedient_"> An expedient is something done
                            so that one can quickly achieve something. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> I could think of, was to
                        creep into my house, which I accordingly did; and shutting the gate after
                        me, I <pb n="16"/> went as far as the length of my chain would suffer, and
                        discharged my body of that uneasy load. But this was the only time I was
                        ever guilty of so uncleanly an action; for which I cannot but hope the
                        candid reader will give some allowance, after he has maturely and
                        impartially considered my case, and the distress I was in. From this time my
                        constant practice was, as soon as I rose, to perform that business in open
                        air, at the full extent of my chain, and due care was taken every morning
                        before company came, that the offensive matter should be carried off in
                        wheelbarrows, by two servants appointed for that purpose. I would not have
                        dwelt so long upon a circumstance, that perhaps at first sight may appear
                        not very momentous, if I had not thought it necessary to justify my
                        character in point of cleanliness to the world; which I am told some of my
                            <ref target="maligners_" corresp="maligners">maligners</ref>
                                <note xml:id="maligners" target="maligners_"> People who have attacked him in
                            public. What's strange about this, of course, is that Gulliver is a
                            fictional person, so no such maligners could have existed prior to the
                            publication of the book. </note> have been pleased, upon this and other
                        occasions, to call in question. </p>


                    <p>When this adventure was at an end, I came back out of my house, having
                        occasion for fresh air. The Emperor was already descended from the tower,
                        and advancing on horseback towards me, which had like to have cost him dear;
                        for the beast, though very well trained, yet wholly unused to such a sight,
                        which appeared as if a mountain moved before him, he reared up on his hinder
                        feet: but that prince, who is an excellent horseman, kept his seat, till his
                        attendants ran in, and held the bridle, while his Majesty had time to
                        dismount. When he <ref target="alighted_" corresp="alighted">alighted</ref>
                                <note xml:id="alighted" target="alighted_" type="gloss" resp="#UVAStudStaff"> Got down off his horse.</note>, he surveyed me
                        round with great admiration, but kept without the length of my chain. He
                        ordered <pb n="17"/> his cooks and butlers, who were already prepared, to
                        give me victuals and drink, which they pushed forward in a sort of vehicle
                        upon wheels till I could reach them. I took these vehicles, and soon emptied
                        them all; twenty of them were filled with meat, and ten with liquor; each of
                        the former afforded me two or three good mouthfuls, and I emptied the liquor
                        of ten vessels, which was contained in earthen vials, into one vehicle,
                        drinking it off at a draught; and so I did with the rest. The Empress, and
                        young Princes of the blood, of both sexes, attended by many ladies, sat at
                        some distance in their chairs; but upon the accident that happened to the
                        Emperor's horse, they alighted, and came near his person, which I am now
                        going to describe. He is taller by almost the breadth of my nail than any of
                        his court, which alone is enough to strike an awe into the beholders. His
                        features are strong and masculine, with an Austrian lip and <ref target="nose_" corresp="nose">arched nose</ref>
                                <note xml:id="nose" target="nose_" type="editorial" resp="#UVAStudStaff">
                                    <graphic url="notes/King-William-III.jpg" alt="Oil painting portrait of the English monarch William III" source="https://www.npg.org.uk/collections/search/portrait/mw06796/King-William-III" desc="Portrait of William III, after Willem Wissing (c.1685), National Portrait Gallery, London"/>The Lilliputian
                            King's facial features would have reminded Swift's readers of those of
                            William III (1650-1702). An "Austrian lip," a thick lower lip and jaw,
                            was common among members of the Hapsburg family, the dynasty that ruled
                            the Holy Roman Empire and whose members were found in royal families
                            throughout continental Europe in this era. William's jaw and arched nose
                            are clearly depicted in this portrait from the 1680s, believed to be a
                            copy of a now-lost original painting by Willem Wissing.</note>, his complexion
                        olive, his countenance erect, his body and limbs well proportioned, all his
                        motions graceful, and his <ref target="deportment_" corresp="deportment">deportment</ref>
                                <note xml:id="deportment" target="deportment_" type="gloss" resp="#UVAStudStaff">Deportment is the manner with which
                            one conducts oneself. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> majestic. He was then past his <ref target="prime_" corresp="prime">prime</ref>
                                <note xml:id="prime" target="prime_" type="editorial" resp="#UVAStudStaff"> This may be a dig
                            at George I, who was King of England at the time of the publication of
                            Swift's book, and was 66 years old.</note>, being twenty-eight years and
                        three quarters old, of which he had reigned about <ref target="seven_" corresp="seven">seven</ref>
                                <note xml:id="seven" target="seven_" type="editorial" resp="#UVAStudStaff">Another way of associating the
                            Lillipution King with George I of England, who had also reigned for
                            seven years at the time of the publication of <hi rend="italic">Gulliver's Travels.</hi>
                                </note>, in great <ref target="felicity_" corresp="felicity">felicity</ref>
                                <note xml:id="felicity" target="felicity_"> Felicity is the quality or state of being happy.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, and
                        generally victorious. For the better convenience of beholding him, I lay on
                        my side, so that my face was parallel to his, and he stood but three yards
                        off: however, I have had him since many times in my hand, and therefore
                        cannot be deceived in the description. His dress was very plain and simple,
                        and the fashion of it between the Asiatic and the European; but he had on
                            <pb n="18"/> his head a light helmet of gold, adorned with jewels, and a
                        plume on the crest. He held his sword drawn in his hand, to defend himself,
                        if I should happen to break loose; it was almost three inches long, the hilt
                        and <ref target="scabbard_" corresp="scabbard">scabbard</ref>
                                <note xml:id="scabbard" target="scabbard_">A sheath for a sword. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> were gold
                        enriched with diamonds. His voice was shrill, but very clear and articulate,
                        and I could distinctly hear it when I stood up. The ladies and courtiers
                        were all most magnificently clad, so that the spot they stood upon seemed to
                        resemble a petticoat spread on the ground, embroidered with figures of gold
                        and silver. His Imperial Majesty spoke often to me, and I returned answers,
                        but neither of us could understand a syllable. There were several of his
                        priests and lawyers present (as I conjectured by their habits) who were
                        commanded to address themselves to me, and I spoke to them in as many
                        languages as I had the least smattering of, which were <ref target="Dutch_" corresp="Dutch"> High and Low Dutch</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Dutch" target="Dutch_">"High" Dutch (an English corruption of the German word
                            "Deutsch") refers to the dialect spoken by people in what is now
                            southern Germany, and is the ancestor of modern German. "Low" Dutch
                            refers to the language spoken in what is now northern Germany and the
                            Netherlands.</note>, Latin, French, Spanish, Italian, and <ref target="Lingua_" corresp="Lingua"> Lingua Franca</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Lingua" target="Lingua_"> A mix of the southern Romance
                            languages. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                            Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>; but all to no purpose. After about two hours the
                        court retired, and I was left with a strong guard, to prevent the
                        impertinence, and probably the malice of the rabble, who were very impatient
                        to crowd about me as near as they dare, and some of them had the impudence
                        to shoot their arrows at me as I sat on the ground by the door of my house,
                        whereof one very narrowly missed my left eye. But the colonel ordered six of
                        the ringleaders to be seized, and thought no punishment so proper as to
                        deliver them bound into my hands, which some of his soldiers accordingly
                        did, pushing them forwards with the butt-ends of their pikes into my reach;
                        I took <pb n="19"/> them all in my right hand, put five of them into my coat
                        pocket, and as to the sixth, I made a countenance as if I would eat him
                        alive. The poor man squalled terribly, and the colonel and his officers were
                        in much pain, especially when they saw me take out my penknife: but I soon
                        put them out of fear; for, looking mildly, and immediately cutting the
                        strings he was bound with, I set him gently on the ground, and away he ran.
                        I treated the rest in the same manner, taking them one by one out of my
                        pocket, and I observed both the soldiers and people were highly obliged at
                        this mark of my clemency, which was represented very much to my advantage at
                        court. </p>

                    <p>Towards night I with some difficulty got into my house, where I lay on the
                        ground, and continued to do so about a fortnight; during which time the
                        Emperor gave orders to have a bed prepared for me. Six hundred beds of the
                        common measure were brought in carriages, and worked up in my house; a
                        hundred and fifty of their beds sewn together made up the breadth and
                        length, and these were four double, which however kept me but very
                        indifferently from the hardness of the floor, that was of smooth stone. By
                        the same computation they provided me with sheets, blankets, and coverlets,
                        tolerable enough for one who had been so long inured to hardships as I. </p>

                    <p>As the news of my arrival spread through the kingdom, it brought prodigious
                        numbers of rich, idle, and curious people to see me; so that the villages
                        were almost emptied, and great neglect of tillage and household affairs must
                        have ensued, if his <pb n="20"/> Imperial Majesty had not provided, by
                        several proclamations and orders of state, against this inconveniency. He
                        directed that those who had already beheld me should return home, and not
                        presume to come within fifty yards of my house without license from court;
                        whereby the secretaries of state got considerable fees. </p>

                    <p>In the meantime, the Emperor held frequent councils to debate what course
                        should be taken with me; and I was afterwards assured by a particular
                        friend, a person of great quality, who was looked upon to be as much in the
                        secret as any, that the court was under many difficulties concerning me.
                        They apprehended my breaking loose, that my diet would be very expensive,
                        and might cause a famine. Sometimes they determined to starve me, or at
                        least to shoot me in the face and hands with poisoned arrows, which would
                        soon dispatch me: but again they considered, that the stench of so large a
                        carcass might produce a plague in the metropolis, and probably spread
                        through the whole kingdom. In the midst of these consultations, several
                        officers of the army went to the door of the great council chamber; and two
                        of them being admitted, gave an account of my behavior to the six criminals
                        above mentioned, which made so favorable an impression in the breast of his
                        Majesty and the whole board in my behalf, that an Imperial Commission was
                        issued out, obliging all the villages nine hundred yards round the city, to
                        deliver in every morning six <ref target="Beeves_" corresp="Beeves">
                            Beeves</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Beeves" target="Beeves_"> Oxen or cattle.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, forty
                        sheep, and other victuals for my sustenance; together with a proportionable
                        quantity of bread, and wine, and <pb n="21"/> other liquors for the due
                        payment of which his Majesty gave assignments upon his treasury. For this
                        prince lives chiefly upon his own <ref target="demesnes_" corresp="demesnes"> demesnes</ref>
                                <note xml:id="demesnes" target="demesnes_"> Land held by
                            the state, or, in this case, by the monarch himself. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, seldom, except
                        upon great occasions, raising any subsidies upon his subjects, who are bound
                        to attend him in his wars at their own expense. An establishment was also
                        made of six hundred persons to be my domestics, who had board-wages allowed
                        for their maintenance, and tents built for them very conveniently on each
                        side of my door. It was likewise ordered, that three hundred tailors should
                        make me a suit of clothes after the fashion of the country: that six of his
                        Majesty's greatest scholars should be employed to instruct me in their
                        language: and, lastly, that the Emperor's horses, and those of the nobility,
                        and troops of guards, should be frequently exercised in my sight, to
                        accustom themselves to me. All these orders were duly put in execution, and
                        in about three weeks I made a great progress in learning their language;
                        during which time the Emperor frequently honored me with his visits, and was
                        pleased to assist my masters in teaching me. We began already to converse
                        together in some sort; and the first words I learned were to express my
                        desire that he would please give me my liberty, which I every day repeated
                        on my knees. His answer, as I could apprehend it, was, that this must be a
                        work of time, not to be thought on without the advice of his council, and
                        that first I must <hi rend="italic">lumos kelmin pesso desmar lon
                            emposo</hi>; that is, swear a peace with him and his kingdom. However,
                        that I should be used with all kindness; and he advised me to <pb n="22"/>
                        acquire, by my patience and discreet behavior, the good opinion of himself
                        and his subjects. He desired I would not take it ill, if he gave orders to
                        certain proper officers to search me; for probably I might carry about me
                        several weapons, which must needs be dangerous things, if they answered the
                        bulk of so prodigious a person. I said, his Majesty should be satisfied, for
                        I was ready to strip myself, and turn out my pockets before him. This I
                        delivered part in words, and part in signs. He replied, that by the laws of
                        the kingdom I must be searched by two of his officers; that he knew this
                        could not be done without my consent and assistance; that he had so good an
                        opinion of my generosity and justice, as to trust their persons in my hands:
                        that whatever they took from me should be returned when I left the country,
                        or paid for at the rate which I would set upon them. I took up the two
                        officers in my hands, put them first into my coat-pockets, and then into
                        every other pocket about me, except my two <ref target="fobs_" corresp="fobs">fobs</ref>
                                <note xml:id="fobs" target="fobs_"> A small
                            pocket, usually for watches, money, or small valuables. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, and another
                        secret pocket I had no mind should be searched, wherein I had some little
                        necessaries that were of no consequence to any but myself. In one of my fobs
                        there was a silver watch, and in the other a small quantity of gold in a
                        purse. These gentlemen, having pen, ink, and paper about them, made an exact
                        inventory of everything they saw; and when they were through, desired I
                        would set them down, that they might deliver it to the Emperor. This
                        inventory I afterwards translated that into English, and is word for word as
                        follows. <pb n="23"/>
                    </p>

                    <p>
                                <ref target="Imprimis_" corresp="Imprimis">
                                    <hi rend="italics">Imprimis</hi>
                                </ref>
                                <note xml:id="Imprimis" target="Imprimis_">Legal
                            term denoting a list of items. Placed at the top of many legal documents
                            of the time, from wills to inventories. Source: <hi rend="italic"/>
                                </note>, In the right coat pocket of the Great Man Mountain (for so I
                        interpret the words <hi rend="italic">quinbus flestrin</hi>) after the
                        strictest search, we found only one great piece of coarse cloth, large
                        enough to be a foot cloth for your Majesty's chief room of state. In the
                        left pocket we saw a huge silver chest, with a cover of the same metal,
                        which we the searchers were not able to lift. We desired it should be
                        opened, and one of us stepping into it, found himself up to the mid leg in a
                        sort of dust, some part whereof flying up to our faces, set us both sneezing
                        for several times together. In his right waistcoat pocket we found a
                        prodigious bundle of white thin substances, folded one over another, about
                        the bigness of three men, tied with a strong cable, and marked with black
                        figures; which we humbly conceive to be writings, every letter almost half
                        as large as the palm of our hands. In the left there was a sort of engine,
                        from the back of which were extended twenty long poles, resembling the
                        palisades before your Majesty's court; wherewith we conjecture the
                        Man-Mountain combs his head, for we did not always trouble him with
                        questions, because we found it a great difficulty to make him understand us.
                        In the large pocket on the right side of his middle cover (so I translate
                        the word <hi rend="italic">ranfu-lo</hi>, by which they meant my breeches)
                        we saw a hollow pillar of iron, about the length of a man, fastened to a
                        strong piece of timber, larger than the pillar; and upon one side of the
                        pillar were huge pieces of iron sticking out, cut into strange figures,
                        which we know not what to make of. In the left pocket, <pb n="24"/> another
                        engine of the same kind. In the smaller pocket on the right side, were
                        several round flat pieces of white and red metal, of different bulk; some of
                        the white, which seemed to be silver, were so large and heavy, that my
                        comrade and I could hardly lift them. In the left pocket were two black
                        pillars irregularly shaped: we could not, without difficulty, reach the top
                        of them as we stood at the bottom of his pocket. One of them was covered,
                        and seemed all of a piece: but at the upper end of the other, there appeared
                        a white round substance, about twice the bigness of our heads. Within each
                        of these was enclosed a prodigious plate of steel; which, by our orders, we
                        obliged him to show us, because we apprehended they might be dangerous
                        engines. He took them out of their cases, and told us, that in his own
                        country his practice was to shave his beard with one of these, and to cut
                        his meat with the other. There were two pockets which we could not enter:
                        these he called his fobs; they were two large slits cut into the top of his
                        middle cover, but squeezed close by the pressure of his belly. Out of the
                        right fob hung a great silver chain, with a wonderful kind of engine at the
                        bottom. We directed him to draw out whatever was fastened to that chain;
                        which appeared to be a globe, half silver, and half of some transparent
                        metal: for on the transparent side we saw certain strange figures circularly
                        drawn, and thought we could touch them, till we found our fingers stopped by
                        that lucid substance. He put this engine to our ears, which made an
                        incessant noise like that of a <pb n="25"/> water-mill: and we conjecture it
                        is either some unknown animal, or the god that he worships; but we are more
                        inclined to the latter opinion, because he assured us (if we understood him
                        right, for he expressed himself very imperfectly) that he seldom did
                        anything without consulting it: he called it his oracle, and said it pointed
                        out the time for every action of his life. From the left fob he took out a
                        net almost large enough for a fisherman, but contrived to open and shut like
                        a purse, and serve him for the same use: we found therein several massy
                        pieces of yellow metal, which, if they be real gold, must be of immense
                        value. </p>

                    <p>Having thus, in obedience to your Majesty's commands, diligently searched all
                        his pockets, we observed a girdle about his waist made of the hide of some
                        prodigious animal; from which, on the left side, hung a sword of the length
                        of five men; and on the right, a bag or pouch divided into two cells, each
                        cell capable of holding three of your Majesty's subjects. In one of these
                        cells were several globes or balls of a most ponderous metal, about the
                        bigness of our heads, and requiring a strong hand to lift them: the other
                        cell contained a heap of certain black grains, but of no great bulk or
                        weight, for we could hold above fifty of them in the palms of our hands. </p>

                    <p>This is an exact inventory of what we found about the body of the
                        Man-Mountain, who used us with great civility, and due respect to your
                        Majesty's commission. Signed and sealed on the fourth day of the
                        eighty-ninth moon of your Majesty's auspicious reign. </p>

                    <signed>Clefren Frelock, Marsi Frelock.</signed>
                    <pb n="26"/>

                    <p>When this inventory was read over to the Emperor, he directed me, although in
                        very gentle terms, to deliver up the several particulars. He first called
                        for my scimitar, which I took out, scabbard and all. In the meantime he
                        ordered three thousand of his choicest troops (who then attended him) to
                        surround me at a distance, with their bows and arrows just ready to
                        discharge: but I did not observe it, for my eyes were wholly fixed upon his
                        Majesty. He then desired me to draw my scimitar, which, although it had got
                        some rust by the sea water, was in most parts exceeding bright. I did so,
                        and immediately all the troops gave a shout between terror and surprise; for
                        the sun shone clear, and the reflection dazzled their eyes as I waved the
                        scimitar to and fro in my hand. His Majesty, who is a most magnanimous
                        prince, was less daunted than I could expect; he ordered me to return it
                        into the scabbard, and cast it on the ground as gently as I could, about six
                        foot from the end of my chain. The next thing he demanded was one of the
                        hollow iron pillars, by which he meant my pocket-pistols. I drew it out, and
                        at his desire, as well as I could, expressed to him the use of it; and
                        charging it only with powder, which by the closeness of my pouch happened to
                        escape wetting in the sea (an inconvenience against which all prudent
                        mariners take special care to provide) I first cautioned the Emperor not to
                        be afraid, and then I let it off in the air. The astonishment here was much
                        greater than at the sight of my scimitar. Hundreds fell down as if they had
                        been struck dead; and even <pb n="27"/> the Emperor, although he stood his
                        ground, could not recover himself in some time. I delivered up both my
                        pistols in the same manner as I had done my scimitar, and then my pouch of
                        powder and bullets; begging him that the former might be kept from the fire,
                        for it would kindle with the smallest spark, and blow up his imperial palace
                        into the air. I likewise delivered up my watch, which the Emperor was very
                        curious to see, and commanded two of his tallest yeomen of the guards to
                        bear it on a pole upon their shoulders, as draymen in England do a barrel of
                        ale. He was amazed at the continual noise it made, and the motion of the
                        minute-hand, which he could easily discern; for their sight is much more
                        acute than ours; and asked the opinions of his learned men about him, which
                        were various and remote, as the reader may well imagine without my
                        repeating; although indeed I could not very perfectly understand them. I
                        then gave up my silver and copper money, my purse with nine large pieces of
                        gold, and some smaller ones; my knife and razor, my comb and silver
                        snuff-box, my handkerchief and journal-book. My scimitar, pistols, and
                        pouch, were conveyed in carriages to his Majesty's stores; but the rest of
                        my goods were returned me. </p>

                    <p>I had, as I before observed, one private pocket which escaped their search,
                        wherein there was a pair of spectacles (which I sometimes use for the
                        weakness of my eyes), a pocket <ref target="perspective_" corresp="perspective">perspective</ref>
                                <note xml:id="perspective" target="perspective_">Telescope or spyglass. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, and several other little
                        conveniences; which, being of no <pb n="28"/> consequence to the Emperor, I
                        did not think myself bound in honor to discover, and I apprehended they
                        might be lost or spoiled if I ventured them out of my possession. </p>
                </div>
                <div type="chapter" n="3">
                    <head>CHAPTER III</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italic">The Author diverts the emperor and his nobility of both
                            sexes in a very uncommon manner. The diversions of the court of</hi>
                        Lilliput <hi rend="italics">described. The Author hath his liberty granted
                            him upon certain conditions.</hi>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <ref target="Audio3_" corresp="Audio3">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio3" target="Audio3_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_03_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <p>My gentleness and good behavior had gained so far on the Emperor and his
                        court, and indeed upon the army and people in general, that I began to
                        conceive hopes of getting my liberty in a short time. I took all possible
                        methods to cultivate this favorable disposition. The natives came by degrees
                        to be less apprehensive of any danger from me. I would sometimes lie down,
                        and let five or six of them dance on my hand. And last the boys and girls
                        would venture to come and play at hide and seek in my hair. I had now made
                        good progress in understanding and speaking their language. The Emperor had
                        a mind one day to entertain me with several of the country shows, wherein
                        they exceeded all nations I have known, both for dexterity and magnificence.
                        I was diverted with none so much as that of the<ref target="Rope-dancers_" corresp="Rope-dancers"> Rope-dancers </ref>
                                <note xml:id="Rope-dancers" target="Rope-dancers_"> Rope dancers did acrobatics while suspended on a
                            slack line of rope above the ground; it resembled tightrope walking, but
                            there was much less tension in the rope.</note>, performed upon a
                        slender white thread, extended about two feet, and twelve inches from the
                        ground. Upon which I shall desire <pb n="29"/> liberty, with the reader's
                        patience, to enlarge a little. </p>

                    <p>This diversion is only practiced by those persons who are candidates for
                        great employments and high favors at court. They are trained in this art
                        from their youth, and are not always of noble birth, or liberal education.
                        When a great office is vacant either by death or disgrace (which often
                        happens) five or six of those candidates petition the Emperor to entertain
                        his Majesty and the court with a dance on the rope, and whoever jumps the
                        highest without falling, succeeds in the office. Very often the chief
                        ministers themselves are commanded to show their skill, and to convince the
                        Emperor that they have not lost their faculty. <ref target="Flimnap_" corresp="Flimnap"> Flimnap</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Flimnap_" target="Flimnap"> Flimnap" is a near-anagram for "Walpole," and readers would have
                            recognized that Swift was satirizing Sir Robert Walpole, the First Lord
                            of the Treasury, and at this point the most powerful figure in the
                            British government. Swift and many others accused Walpole (with good
                            reason) of corruption. </note>, the Treasurer, is allowed to cut a caper
                        on the straight rope, at least an inch higher than any other lord in the
                        whole empire. I have seen him do the <ref target="summerset_" corresp="summerset"> summerset </ref>
                                <note xml:id="summerset" target="summerset_"> Somersault. Souce: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>several times together upon a trencher fixed
                        on the rope, which is no thicker than a common packthread in England. My
                        friend <ref target="Reldresal_" corresp="Reldresal">Reldresal</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Reldresal" target="Reldresal_"> It's not exactly clear who Swift
                            might be referring to here; a contemporary book purporting to identify
                            some of the satiric targets in the book suggests that this refers to
                            "T---d," which would probably be Lord Townshend, who was at this time
                            one of Walpole's main allies in the government. See <hi rend="italic">A
                                Key, Being Observations and Explanatory Notes, Upon the Travels of
                                Lemuel Gulliver. By Signor Corolini, a noble Venetian now residing
                                in London. In a letter to Dean Swift. Translated from the Italian
                                Original</hi> (London: Edmund Curll, 1726), but it is impossible to
                            be sure. This book was not, of course, written by an Italian
                            author--there is no Signor Coroloni--but the fact that the publisher
                            pretended that this was the case, and also veiled the name of the person
                            it is trying to identify with so many dashes, indicates just how risky
                            it was to satirize such important figures in the government at this
                            time. The publisher of the <hi rend="italic">Key</hi>, Edmund Curll, was
                            forced to stand in the pillory for seditious libel in 1728 for
                            publishing another book suspected to be directed at the
                            government.</note>, principal Secretary for Private Affairs, is, in my
                        opinion, if I am not partial, the second after the Treasurer; the rest of
                        the great officers are much upon a par. </p>

                    <p>These diversions are often attended with fatal accidents, whereof great
                        numbers are on record. I myself have seen two or three candidates break a
                        limb. But the danger is much greater when the <pb n="30"/> ministers
                        themselves are commanded to show their dexterity; for by contending to
                        excell themselves and their fellows, they strain so far, that there is
                        hardly one of them who has not received a fall, and some of them two or
                        three. I was assured that a year or two before my arrival, Flimnap would
                        have infallibly broken his neck, if <ref target="cushions_" corresp="cushions">one of the King's cushions</ref>
                                <note xml:id="cushions" target="cushions_">This is probably a reference to the
                            Duchess of Kendal, who was known to be the mistress of George I, and who
                            was believed to have intervened on Walpole's behalf.</note>, that
                        accidentally lay on the ground, had not weakened the force of his fall. </p>

                    <p>There is likewise another diversion, which is only shown before the Emperor
                        and Empress, and first minister, upon particular occasions. The Emperor lays
                        on the table <ref target="threads_" corresp="threads"> three fine silken
                            threads </ref>
                                <note xml:id="threads" target="threads_">The silken
                            threads are the same colors as the Order of the Garter, Order of Bath,
                            and Order of the Thistle. These were military and civilian order
                            conferred theoretically based on merit, but in many cases in this period
                            simply went to political cronies of the ruling party. Swift was
                            satirizing the focus on what he saw as arbitrary and possibly corrupt
                            distinctions and awards. In the first edition in 1726, Swift's publisher
                            changed the colors to purple, yellow, and white to avoid possible
                            political retribution. Swift was upset and wrote a note decrying this
                            change, and later editions restored the original colors. </note> of six
                        inches long. One is blue, the other red, and the third green. These threads
                        are proposed as prizes for those persons whom the Emperor has a mind to
                        distinguish by a peculiar mark of his favor. The ceremony is performed in
                        his Majesty's great chamber of state, where the candidates are to undergo a
                        trial of dexterity very different from the former, and such as I have not
                        observed the least resemblance of in any other country of the old or the new
                        world. The Emperor holds a stick in his hands, both ends parallel to the
                        horizon, while the candidates, advancing one by one, sometimes leap over the
                        stick, sometimes creep under it backwards and forwards several times,
                        according as the stick is advanced or depressed. Sometimes the Emperor holds
                        one end of the stick, and his first minister the other; sometimes the
                        minister has it entirely to himself. Whoever performs his part with most
                        agility, and holds out the longest in leaping and creeping, is <pb n="31"/>
                        rewarded with the blue-colored silk; the red is given to the next, and the
                        green to the third, which they all wear girt twice round about the middle;
                        and you see few great persons about this court who are not adorned with one
                        of these girdles. </p>

                    <p>The horses of the army, and those of the royal stables, having been daily led
                        before me, were no longer shy, but would come up to my very feet without
                        starting. The riders would leap them over my hand as I held it on the
                        ground, and one of the Emperor's huntsmen, upon a large courser, took my
                        foot, shoe and all; which was indeed a prodigious leap. I had the good
                        fortune to divert the Emperor one day after a very extraordinary manner. I
                        desired he would order several sticks two feet high, and the thickness of an
                        ordinary cane, to be brought me; whereupon his Majesty commanded the master
                        of his woods to give directions accordingly; and the next morning six
                        woodmen arrived with as many carriages, drawn by eight horses to each. I
                        took nine of these sticks, and fixing them firmly in the ground in a
                        quadrangular figure, two feet and a half square, I took four other sticks,
                        and tied them parallel at each corner, about two feet from the ground; then
                        I fastened my handkerchief to the nine sticks that stood erect, and extended
                        it on all sides till it was as tight as the top of a drum; and the four
                        parallel sticks rising about five inches higher than the handkerchief served
                        as ledges on each side. When I had finished my work, I desired the Emperor
                        to let a troop of his best horse, twentyfour in number, come and exercise
                        upon this plain. His Majesty <pb n="32"/> approved of the proposal, and I
                        took them up one by one in my hands, ready mounted and armed, with the
                        proper officers to exercise them. As soon as they got into order, they
                        divided into two parties, performed mock skirmishes, discharged blunt
                        arrows, drew their swords, fled and pursued, attacked and retired, and in
                        Short <ref target="discovered_" corresp="discovered"> discovered </ref>
                                <note xml:id="discovered" target="discovered_"> Revealed. Souce: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> the best
                        military discipline I ever beheld. The parallel sticks secured them and
                        their horses from falling over the stage; and the Emperor was so much
                        delighted, that he ordered this entertainment to be repeated several days,
                        and once was pleased to be lifted up and give the word of command; and, with
                        great difficulty, persuaded even the Empress herself to let me hold her in
                        her close chair within two yards of the stage, from whence she was able to
                        take a full view of the whole performance. It was my good fortune that no
                        ill accident happened in these entertainments, only once a fiery horse that
                        belonged to one of the captains pawing with his hoof struck a hole in my
                        handkerchief, and his foot slipping, he overthrew his rider and himself; but
                        I immediately relieved them both, and covering the hole with one hand, I set
                        down the troop with the other, in the same manner as I took them up. The
                        horse that fell was strained in the left shoulder, but the rider got no
                        hurt, and I repaired my handkerchief as well as I could: however I would not
                        trust to the strength of it any more in such dangerous enterprises. </p>

                    <p>About two or three days before I was set at liberty, as I was entertaining
                        the court with these kind of feats, there arrived an express to inform his
                            <pb n="33"/> Majesty that some of his subjects riding near the place
                        where I was first taken up, had seen a great black substance lying on the
                        ground, very oddly shaped, extending its edges round as wide as his
                        Majesty's bedchamber, and rising up in the middle as high as a man; that it
                        was no living creature, as they at first apprehended, for it lay on the
                        grass without motion, and some of them had walked round it several times:
                        that by mounting upon each other's shoulders, they had got to the top, which
                        was flat and even, and stamping upon it they found it was hollow within;
                        that they humbly conceived it might be something belonging to the
                        Man-Mountain, and if his Majesty pleased, they would undertake to bring it
                        with only five horses. I presently knew what they meant, and was glad at
                        heart to receive this intelligence. It seems upon my first reaching the
                        shore after our shipwreck, I was in such confusion, that before I came to
                        the place where I went to sleep, my hat, which I had fastened with a string
                        to my head while I was rowing, and had stuck on all the time I was swimming,
                        fell off after I came to land; the string, as I conjecture, breaking by some
                        accident which I never observed, but thought my hat had been lost at sea. I
                        entreated his Imperial Majesty to give orders it might be brought to me as
                        soon as possible, describing to him the use and the nature of it: and the
                        next day the wagoners arrived with it, but not in a very good condition;
                        they had bored two holes in the brim, within an inch and a half of the edge,
                        and fastened two hooks in the holes; these hooks were <pb n="34"/> tied by a
                        long cord to the harness, and thus my hat was dragged along for above half
                        an English mile: but the ground in that country being extremely smooth and
                        level, it received less damage than I expected. </p>

                    <p>Two days after this adventure, the Emperor having ordered that part of his
                        army which quarters in and about his metropolis to be in a readiness, took a
                        fancy of diverting himself in a very singular manner. He desired I would
                        stand like a Colossus, with my legs as far asunder as I conveniently could.
                        He then commanded his General (who was an old experienced leader, and a
                        great patron of mine) to draw up the troops in close order, and march them
                        under me, the foot by twenty four<ref target="in-a-breast_" corresp="in-a-breast"> in a breast </ref>
                                <note xml:id="in-a-breast" target="in-a-breast_"> Abreast. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, and the horse by sixteen, with drums
                        beating, colors flying, and pikes advanced. This body consisted of three
                        thousand foot, and a thousand horse. His Majesty gave orders, upon pain of
                        death, that every soldier in his march should observe the strictest decency
                        with regard to my person; which, however, could not prevent some of the
                        younger officers from turning up their eyes as they passed under me. And, to
                        confess the truth, my breeches were at that time in so ill a condition, that
                        they afforded some opportunities for laughter and admiration. </p>

                    <p>I had sent so many memorials and petitions for my liberty, that his Majesty
                        at length mentioned the matter, first in the cabinet, and then in a full
                        council; where it was opposed by none, except <ref target="Skyresh_" corresp="Skyresh">Skyresh Bolgolam</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Skyresh" target="Skyresh_"> Believed to be a reference to the Second Earl of
                            Nottingham. Source: F. P. Lock, <hi rend="italic">The Politics of
                                Gulliver's Travels</hi> (Clarendon Press, 1980), 114.</note>, who
                        was pleased, without any provocation, <pb n="35"/> to be my mortal enemy.
                        But it was carried against him by the whole board, and confirmed by the
                        Emperor. That minister was Galbet, or Admiral of the Realm, very much in his
                        master's confidence, and a person well versed in affairs, but of a morose
                        and sour complexion. However, he was at length persuaded to comply; but
                        prevailed that the articles and conditions upon which I should be set free,
                        and to which I must swear, should be drawn up by himself. These articles
                        were brought to me by Skyresh Bolgolam in person, attended by two
                        under-secretaries, and several persons of distinction. After they were read,
                        I was demanded to swear to the performance of them; first in the manner of
                        my own country, and afterwards in the method prescribed by their laws; which
                        was to hold my right foot in my left hand, to place the middle finger of my
                        right hand on the crown of my head, and my thumb on the tip of my right ear.
                        But because the reader may perhaps be curious to have some idea of the style
                        and manner of expression peculiar to that people, as well as to know the
                        articles upon which I recovered my liberty, I have made a translation of the
                        whole instrument word for word, as near as I was able, which I here offer to
                        the public. </p>

                    <p>Golbasto Momaren Evlame Gurdilo Shefin Mully Ully Gue, most mighty Emperor of
                        Lilliput, delight and terror of the universe, whose dominions extend five
                        thousand blustrugs (about twelve miles in circumference) to the extremities
                        of the globe; monarch of all monarchs, taller than the sons of men; whose
                        feet press down to the <ref target="Center_" corresp="Center">Center
                            </ref>
                                <note xml:id="Center" target="Center_"> That is, the center of the
                            earth.</note>, and whose <pb n="36"/> head strikes against the sun; at
                        whose nod the princes of the earth shake their knees; pleasant as the
                        spring, comfortable as the summer, fruitful as autumn, dreadful as winter.
                        His most sublime Majesty proposes to the Man-Mountain, lately arrived to our
                        celestial dominions, the following articles, which by a solemn oath he shall
                        be obliged to perform. </p>
                    <p>First, The Man-Mountain shall not depart from our dominions, without our
                        license under our great seal. </p>

                    <p>2nd, He shall not presume to come into our metropolis, without our express
                        order; at which time the inhabitants shall have two hours warning to keep
                        within their doors. </p>

                    <p>3rd, The said Man-Mountain shall confine his walks to our principal high
                        roads, and not offer to walk or lie down in a meadow or field of corn. </p>

                    <p>4th, As he walks the said roads, he shall take the utmost care not to trample
                        upon the bodies of any of our loving subjects, their horses, or carriages,
                        nor take any of our said subjects into his hands, without their own consent. </p>

                    <p>5th, If an express requires extraordinary dispatch, the Man-Mountain shall be
                        obliged to carry in his pocket the messenger and horse a six days journey
                        once in every moon, and return the said messenger back (if so required) safe
                        to our Imperial Presence. </p>

                    <p>6th, He shall be our ally against our enemies in the Island of Blefuscu, and
                        do his utmost to destroy their fleet, which is now preparing to invade us. </p>

                    <p>7th, That the said Man-Mountain shall, at his times of leisure, be aiding and
                        assisting to our workmen, <pb n="37"/> in helping to raise certain great
                        stones, towards covering the wall of the principal park, and other of our
                        royal buildings. </p>

                    <p>8th, That the said Man-Mountain shall, in two moons' time, deliver in an
                        exact survey of the circumference of our dominions by a computation of his
                        own paces round the coast. </p>

                    <p> Lastly, That upon his solemn oath to observe all the above articles, the
                        said Man-Mountain shall have a daily allowance of meat and drink sufficient
                        for the support of 1,728 of our subjects, with free access to our Royal
                        Person, and other marks of our favor. Given at our Palace at Belfaborac the
                        twelfth day of the <ref target="ninety-first_" corresp="ninety-first">ninety-first moon of our reign</ref>
                                <note xml:id="ninety-first" target="ninety-first_">Given that there is a full moon every twenty nine
                            days, "the ninety-first moon of our reign" is a little over seven years.
                        </note>. </p>

                    <p>I swore and subscribed to these articles with great cheerfulness and content,
                        although some of them were not so honorable as I could have wished; which
                        proceeded wholly from the malice of Skyresh Bolgolam the High Admiral:
                        whereupon my chains were immediately unlocked, and I was at full liberty;
                        the Emperor himself in person did me the honor to be by at the whole
                        ceremony. I made my acknowledgments by <ref target="prostrating_" corresp="prostrating">prostrating</ref>
                                <note xml:id="prostrating" target="prostrating_">The act of prostration is similar to kneeling or
                            bowing, and is meant to show submission to a higher power. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                        </note> myself at his Majesty's feet: but he commanded me to rise; and after
                        many gracious expressions, which, to avoid the <ref target="censure_" corresp="censure">censure</ref>
                                <note xml:id="censure" target="censure_">A formal disapproval, criticism, or judgement. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> of vanity, I
                        shall not repeat, he added, that he hoped I should prove a useful servant,
                        and well deserve all the favors he had already conferred upon me, or might
                        do for the future. </p>

                    <p>The reader may please to observe, that in the last article for the recovery
                        of my liberty the Emperor stipulates to allow me a quantity of meat and <pb n="38"/> drink sufficient for the support of 1,728 Lilliputians. Some
                        time after, asking a friend at court how they came to fix on that
                        determinate number, he told me that his Majesty's mathematicians, having
                        taken the height of my body by the help of a <ref target="quadrant_" corresp="quadrant">quadrant</ref>
                                <note xml:id="quadrant" target="quadrant_">A tool for measuring angle. A quadrant is
                            particularly useful for measuring angles of celestial objects, and thus
                            in this period was widely used for navigation, which relied on mariners
                            being able to triangulate their position against the movement of the
                            sun, the moon, and stars in the sky. This image from 1564 shows the
                            ancient astronomer Ptolemy, the purported inventor of the quadrant,
                            using one to observe the heavens.<graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/Ptolemy_Astrology_1564.jpg" alt="Image of the Greek astronomer Ptolemy" source="Wikimedia Commons" desc="Image of the Greek astronomer Ptolemy"/>
                                </note>, and finding
                        it to exceed theirs in the proportion of twelve to one, they concluded from
                        the similarity of their bodies, that mine must contain at least 1,728 of
                        theirs, and consequently would require as much food as was necessary to
                        support that number of Lilliputians. By which the reader may conceive an
                        idea of the ingenuity of that people, as well as the prudent and exact
                        economy of so great a prince. </p>

                </div>



                <div type="chapter" n="4">
                    <head>CHAPTER IV</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>Mildendo <hi rend="italics">the metropolis of</hi> Lilliput, <hi rend="italics">described, together with the emperor's palace. A
                            conversation between the Author and a principal secretary, concerning
                            the affairs of that empire. The Author's offers to serve the emperor in
                            his wars.</hi>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <ref target="Audio4_" corresp="Audio4">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio4" target="Audio4_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_04_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <p>The first request I made after I had obtained my liberty, was, that I might
                        have license to see Mildendo, the metropolis, which the Emperor easily
                        granted me, but with a special charge to do no hurt either to the
                        inhabitants or their houses. The people had notice by proclamation of my
                        design to visit the town. The wall which encompassed it is two feet and a
                        half high, and at least eleven inches broad, so that a coach and horses may
                        be driven very safely round it; and it is flanked <pb n="39"/> with strong
                        towers at ten feet distance. I stepped over the great Gate, and passed very
                        gently, and <ref target="sideling_" corresp="sideling">sideling</ref>
                                <note xml:id="sideling" target="sideling_">Moving sideways. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> through the two
                        principal streets, only in my short waistcoat, for fear of damaging the
                        roofs and eaves of the houses with the skirts of my coat. I walked with the
                        utmost <ref target="circumspection_" corresp="circumspection">circumspection</ref>
                                <note xml:id="circumspection" target="circumspection_">Caution. <hi rend="italic">Source: Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, to avoid treading on any stragglers,
                        that might remain in the streets, although the orders were very strict, that
                        all people should keep in their houses at their own peril. The <ref target="garret_" corresp="garret">garret windows</ref>
                                <note xml:id="garret" target="garret_">Garret windows are windows in the roofs
                            of buildings; the highest windows in a building. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> and tops of
                        houses were so crowded with spectators, that I thought in all my travels I
                        had not seen a more populous place. The city is an exact square, each side
                        of the wall being five hundred feet long. The two great streets, which run
                        cross and divide it into four quarters, are five feet wide. The lanes and
                        alleys, which I could not enter, but only viewed them as I passed, are from
                        twelve to eighteen inches. The town is capable of holding five hundred
                        thousand souls. The houses are from three to five stories. The shops and
                        markets well provided. </p>

                    <p>The Emperor's palace is in the centre of the city, where the two great
                        streets meet. It is enclosed by a wall of two feet high, and twenty feet
                        distant from the buildings. I had his Majesty's permission to step over this
                        wall; and the space being so wide between that and the palace, I could
                        easily view it on every side. The outward court is a square of forty feet,
                        and includes two other courts: in the inmost are the royal apartments, which
                        I was very desirous to see, but found it extremely difficult; for the great
                        gates, from one square into another, <pb n="40"/> were but eighteen inches
                        high and seven inches wide. Now the buildings of the outer court were at
                        least five feet high, and it was impossible for me to stride over them
                        without infinite damage to the pile, though the walls were strongly built of
                        hewn stone, and four inches thick. At the same time the Emperor had a great
                        desire that I should see the magnificence of his palace; but this I was not
                        able to do till three days after, which I spent in cutting down with my
                        knife some of the largest trees in the royal park, about a hundred yards
                        distant from the city. Of these trees I made two stools, each about three
                        feet high, and strong enough to bear my weight. The people having received
                        notice a second time, I went again through the city to the palace, with my
                        two stools in my hands. When I came to the side of the outer court, I stood
                        upon one stool, and took the other in my hand: this I lifted over the roof,
                        and gently set it down on the space between the first and second court,
                        which was eight feet wide. I then stepped over the buildings very
                        conveniently from one stool to the other, and drew up the first after me
                        with a hooked stick. By this <ref target="contrivance_" corresp="contrivance">contrivance</ref>
                                <note xml:id="contrivance" target="contrivance_">A mechanical device or invention for a particular
                            situation. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                            Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> I got into the inmost court; and lying down upon
                        my side, I applied my face to the windows of the middle stories, which were
                        left open on purpose, and discovered the most splendid apartments that can
                        be imagined. There I saw the Empress and the young Princes, in their several
                        lodgings, with their chief attendants about them. Her Imperial Majesty was
                        pleased to smile <pb n="41"/> very graciously upon me, and gave me out of
                        the window her hand to kiss. </p>

                    <p>But I shall not anticipate the reader with farther descriptions of this kind,
                        because I reserve them for a greater work, which is now almost ready for the
                        press, containing a general description of this empire, from its first
                        erection, through a long series of princes, with a particular account of
                        their wars and politics, laws, learning, and religion: their plants and
                        animals, their peculiar manners and customs, with other matters very curious
                        and useful; my chief design at present being only to relate such events and
                        transactions as happened to the public, or to myself, during a residence of
                        about nine months in that empire. </p>

                    <p>One morning, about a fortnight after I had obtained my liberty, Reldresal,
                        principal Secretary (as they style him) of Private Affairs, came to my house
                        attended only by one servant. He ordered his coach to wait at a distance,
                        and desired I would give him an hour's audience; which I readily consented
                        to, on account of his quality and personal merits, as well as the many good
                        offices he had done me during my solicitations at court. I offered to lie
                        down, that he might the more conveniently reach my ear; but he chose rather
                        to let me hold him in my hand during our conversation. He began with
                        compliments on my liberty; said he might pretend to some merit in it: but,
                        however, added, that if it had not been for the present situation of things
                        at court, perhaps I might not have obtained it so soon. <pb n="42"/> For,
                        said he, as flourishing a condition as we may appear to be in to foreigners,
                        we labor under two mighty evils; a violent faction at home, and the danger
                        of an invasion by a most potent enemy from abroad. As to the first, you are
                        to understand, that for above seventy moons past there have been two
                        struggling parties in this empire, under the names of<ref target="Tramecksan_" corresp="Tramecksan"> Tramecksan and
                            Slamecksan</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Tramecksan" target="Tramecksan_"> H. D.
                            Kelling theorizes that Swift is making an elaborate play on words: "In
                            the names themselves, Swift may, by reversing foreign words, be
                            indicating to the reader the original difference between the two
                            parties, a difference not in heels but in noses. If we reverse the names
                            "Tramecksan" and "Slamecksan" we find that the former are "nas camard"
                            (nas keemart) or snub-noses while the latter are "nas camels" (nas
                            keemals) or camels'-noses. "Nas" is of course still a French variant for
                            "nez"-or may be the root of "nasus"-while "keemart" is a fairly accurate
                            phonetic spelling of "camard". "Kcenmals" is a phonetic spelling of
                            camels with "e" and "a" transposed." See H. D. Kelling, "Some
                            Significant Names in Gulliver's Travels," <hi rend="italic">Studies in
                                Philology</hi> 48 (October 1951), 761-778.</note>, from the high and
                        low heels on their shoes, by which they distinguish themselves. It is
                        alleged indeed, that the high heels are most agreeable to our ancient
                        constitution: but however this be, his Majesty has determined to make use of
                        only low heels in the administration of the government, and all offices in
                        the gift of the Crown, as you cannot but observe; and particularly, that his
                        Majesty's Imperial heels are lower at least by a drurr than any of his
                        court; (drurr is a measure about the fourteenth part of an inch). The
                        animosities between these two parties run so high, that they will neither
                        eat nor drink, nor talk with each other. We compute the Tramecksan, or
                        High-Heels, to exceed us in number; but the power is wholly on our side. We
                        apprehend his Imperial Highness, the Heir to the Crown, to have some
                        tendency towards the High-Heels; at least we can plainly discover one of his
                        heels higher than the other, which gives him a hobble in his gait. Now, in
                        the midst of these <ref target="intestine_" corresp="intestine">intestine</ref>
                                <note xml:id="intestine" target="intestine_">Internal or
                            domestic. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                            Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> disquiets, we are threatened with an invasion
                        from the Island of Blefuscu, which is the other great empire <pb n="43"/> of
                        the universe, almost as large and powerful as this of his Majesty. For as to
                        what we have heard you affirm, that there are other kingdoms and states in
                        the world inhabited by human creatures as large as yourself, our
                        philosophers are in much doubt, and would rather conjecture that you dropped
                        from the moon, or one of the stars; because it is certain, that a hundred
                        mortals of your bulk would, in a short time, destroy all the fruits and
                        cattle of his Majesty's dominions. Besides, our histories of <ref target="moons_" corresp="moons">six thousand moons</ref>
                                <note xml:id="moons" target="moons_">A little over 476 years.</note> make no
                        mention of any other regions, than the two great empires of Lilliput and
                        Blefuscu. Which two mighty powers have, as I was going to tell you, been
                        engaged in a most obstinate war for <ref target="six-and-thirty_" corresp="six-and-thirty">six and thirty moons</ref>
                                <note xml:id="six-and-thirty" target="six-and-thirty_">Nearly three years.
                        </note> past. It began upon the following occasion. It is allowed on all
                        hands, that the primitive way of breaking eggs, before we eat them, was upon
                        the larger end: but his present Majesty's grandfather, while he was a boy,
                        going to eat an egg, and breaking it according to the ancient practice,
                        happened to cut one of his fingers. Whereupon the Emperor his father
                        published an edict, commanding all his subjects, upon great penalties, to
                        break the smaller end of their eggs. The people so highly resented this law,
                        that our histories tell us there have been six rebellions raised on that
                        account; wherein one Emperor lost his life, and another his crown. These
                        civil commotions were constantly <ref target="fomented_" corresp="fomented">fomented</ref>
                                <note xml:id="fomented" target="fomented_">Roused or
                            instigated. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                            Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> by the monarchs of Blefuscu; and when they were
                        quelled, the exiles always fled for refuge to that empire. It is computed,
                        that eleven thousand persons have, at <pb n="44"/> several times, suffered
                        death, rather than submit to break their eggs at the smaller end. Many
                        hundred large volumes have been published upon this controversy: but the
                        books of the <ref target="Big-Endians_" corresp="Big-Endians">Big-Endians</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Big-Endians" target="Big-Endians">Swift
                            is mocking the intensity with which minor differences in religious
                            doctrine end up causing enormous political strife.</note> have been long
                        forbidden, and the whole party rendered incapable by law of holding
                        employments. During the course of these troubles, the Emperors of Blefuscu
                        did frequently <ref target="expostulate_" corresp="expostulate">expostulate</ref>
                                <note xml:id="expostulate" target="expostulate_">Express disapproval. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> by their ambassadors, accusing us of making a
                        schism in religion, by offending against a fundamental doctrine of our great
                        prophet Lustrog, in the fifty-fourth chapter of the Blundecral (which is
                        their <ref target="Alcoran_" corresp="Alcoran">Alcoran</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Alcoran" target="Alcoran_">That is, the Koran, the sacred text
                            in the Islamic faith.</note>). This, however, is thought to be a mere
                        strain upon the text: for the words are these; That all true believers shall
                        break their eggs at the convenient end: and which is the convenient end,
                        seems, in my humble opinion, to be left to every man's conscience, or at
                        least in the power of the chief magistrate to determine. Now the Big-Endian
                        exiles have found so much credit in the Emperor of Blefuscu's court, and so
                        much private assistance and encouragement from their party here at home,
                        that a bloody war has been carried on between the two empires for six and
                        thirty moons with various success; during which time we have lost forty
                        capital ships, and a much greater number of smaller vessels, together with
                        thirty thousand of our best seamen and soldiers; and the damage received by
                        the enemy is reckoned to be somewhat greater than ours. However, they have
                        now equipped a numerous fleet, and are just preparing to make a descent upon
                        us; and his Imperial Majesty, placing great confidence in your valor and
                        strength, has <pb n="45"/> commanded me to lay this account of his affairs
                        before you. </p>
                    <p>I desired the Secretary to present my humble duty to the Emperor, and to let
                        him know, that I thought it would not become me, who was a foreigner, to
                        interfere with parties; but I was ready, with the hazard of my life, to
                        defend his person and state against all invaders. </p>
                </div>

                <lb/>
                <div type="chapter" n="5">
                    <head>CHAPTER V</head>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italics">The Author, by an extraordinary strategem, prevents an
                            invasion. A high title of honour is conferred upon him. Ambassadors
                            arrive from the emperor of </hi>Blefuscu, <hi rend="italics">and sue for
                            peace. The empress's apartment on fire by accident; the Author
                            instrumental in saving the rest of the palace.</hi>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <ref target="Audio5_" corresp="Audio5">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio5" target="Audio5_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_05_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <p>The Empire of Blefuscu is an island situated to the north-northeast side of
                        Lilliput, from whence it is parted only by a channel of eight hundred yards
                        wide. I had not yet seen it, and upon this notice of an intended invasion, I
                        avoided appearing on that side of the coast, for fear of being discovered by
                        some of the enemy's ships, who had received no intelligence of me, all
                        intercourse between the two empires having been strictly forbidden during
                        the war, upon pain of death, and an embargo laid by our Emperor upon all
                        vessels whatsoever. I communicated to his Majesty a project I had formed of
                        seizing the enemy's whole fleet: which, as our scouts assured us, lay at
                        anchor in the harbor ready to <pb n="46"/> sail with the first fair wind. I
                        consulted the most experienced seamen, upon the depth of the channel, which
                        they had often <ref target="plumbed_" corresp="plumbed">plumbed</ref>
                                <note xml:id="plumbed" target="plumbed_">Measured the depths of. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, who told me,
                        that in the middle at high-water it was seventy glumgluffs deep, which is
                        about six feet of European measure; and the rest of it fifty glumgluffs at
                        most. I walked towards the northeast coast over against Blefuscu; and lying
                        down behind a <ref target="hillock_" corresp="hillock">hillock</ref>
                                <note xml:id="hillock" target="hillock_">A little hill. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, took out my
                        small pocket perspective glass, and viewed the enemy's fleet at anchor,
                        consisting of about fifty <ref target="war_" corresp="war">men of
                            war</ref>
                                <note xml:id="war" target="war_">warships</note>, and a great
                        number of transports; I then came back to my house, and gave order (for
                        which I had a warrant) for a great quantity of the strongest cable and bars
                        of iron. The cable was about as thick as packthread, and the bars of the
                        length and size of a knitting needle. I trebled the cable to make it
                        stronger, and for the same reason I twisted three of the iron bars together,
                        binding the extremities into a hook. Having thus fixed fifty hooks to as
                        many cables, I went back to the northeast coast, and putting off my coat,
                        shoes, and stockings, walked into the sea in my leather jerkin, about half
                        an hour before high water. I waded with what haste I could, and swam in the
                        middle about thirty yards till I felt ground; I arrived at the fleet in less
                        than half an hour. The enemy was so frighted when they saw me, that they
                        leaped out of their ships, and swam to shore, where there could not be fewer
                        than thirty thousand souls. I then took my tackling, and fastening a hook to
                        a hole at the prow of each, I tied all the cords together at the end. While
                        I was thus employed, the enemy discharged several thousand <pb n="47"/>
                        arrows, many of which stuck in my hands and face; and besides the excessive
                        smart, gave me much disturbance in my work. My greatest apprehension was for
                        my eyes, which I should have infallibly lost, if I had not suddenly thought
                        of an expedient. I kept among other little necessaries a pair of spectacles
                        in a private pocket, which, as I observed before, had escaped the Emperor's
                        searchers. These I took out and fastened as strongly as I could upon my
                        nose, and thus armed went on boldly with my work in spite of the enemy's
                        arrows, many of which struck against the glasses of my spectacles, but
                        without any other effect, further than a little to discompose them. I now
                        fastened all the hooks, and taking the knot in my hand, began to pull; but
                        not a ship would stir, for they were all too fast held by their anchors, so
                        that the boldest part of my enterprise remained. I therefore let go the
                        cord, and leaving the hooks fixed to the ships, I resolutely cut with my
                        knife the cables that fastened the anchors, receiving above two hundred
                        shots in my face and hands; then I took up the knotted end of the cables to
                        which my hooks were tied, and with great ease drew fifty of the enemy's
                        men-of-war after me. </p>

                    <p>The Blefuscudians, who had not the least imagination of what I intended, were
                        at first confounded with astonishment. They had seen me cut the cables, and
                        thought my design was only to let the ships run adrift or fall foul on each
                        other: but when they perceived the whole fleet moving in order, and saw me
                        pulling at the end, they set up such a <pb n="48"/> scream of grief and
                        despair, that it is almost impossible to describe or conceive. When I had
                        got out of danger, I stopped awhile to pick out the arrows that stuck in my
                        hands and face, and rubbed on some of the same ointment that was given me at
                        my first arrival, as I have formerly mentioned. I then took off my
                        spectacles, and waiting about an hour, till the tide was a little fallen, I
                        waded through the middle with my cargo, and arrived safe at the royal port
                        of Lilliput </p>

                    <p>The Emperor and his whole court stood on the shore expecting the issue of
                        this great adventure. They saw the ships move forward in a large half-moon,
                        but could not discern me, who was up to my breast in water. When I advanced
                        to the middle of the channel, they were yet in more pain, because I was
                        under water to my neck. The Emperor concluded me to be drowned, and that the
                        enemy's fleet was approaching in a hostile manner: but he was soon eased of
                        his fears, for the channel growing shallower every step I made, I came in a
                        short time within hearing, and holding up the end of the cable by which the
                        fleet was fastened, I cried in a loud voice, Long live the most <ref target="puissant_" corresp="puissant">puissant</ref>
                                <note xml:id="puissant" target="puissant_">French for powerful. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> Emperor of
                        Lilliput! This great prince received me at my landing with all possible <ref target="encomiums_" corresp="encomiums">encomiums</ref>
                                <note xml:id="encomiums" target="encomiums_">words or shouts of praise</note>,
                        and created me a Nardac upon the spot, which is the highest title of honor
                        among them. </p>
                    <p>His Majesty desired I would take some other opportunity of bringing all the
                        rest of his enemy's ships into his ports. And so unmeasurable is the
                        ambition of princes, that he seemed to think of <pb n="49"/> nothing less
                        than reducing the whole empire of Blefuscu into a province, and governing it
                        by a Viceroy; of destroying the Big-Endian exiles, and compelling that
                        people to break the smaller end of their eggs, by which he would remain the
                        sole monarch of the whole world. But I endeavored to divert him from this
                        design, by many arguments drawn from the topics of policy as well as
                        justice; and I plainly protested, that I would never be an instrument of
                        bringing a free and brave people into slavery. And when the matter was
                        debated in council, the wisest part of the ministry were of my opinion. </p>
                    <p>This open bold declaration of mine was so opposite to the schemes and
                        politics of his Imperial Majesty, that he could never forgive it; he
                        mentioned it in a very artful manner at council, where I was told that some
                        of the wisest appeared, at least by their silence, to be of my opinion; but
                        others, who were my secret enemies, could not forbear some expressions,
                        which by a <ref target="side-wind_" corresp="side-wind">side-wind</ref>
                                <note xml:id="side-wind" target="side-wind_">An indirect means of influence.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>
                        reflected on me. And from this time began an intrigue between his Majesty
                        and a <ref target="junto_" corresp="junto">junto</ref>
                                <note xml:id="junto" target="junto_">A faction, generally in politics. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi> At this time, the term
                            was associated with a group of Whig party politicians, who dominated the
                            British government through much of the early years of the eighteenth
                            century, so this is another moment where Swift's readers would have
                            recognized a parallel between Lillipution and British politics. Swift,
                            who identified himself more with the Tory party, was shut out of power
                            by dominance of the Whig Junto.</note> of ministers maliciously bent
                        against me, which broke out in less than two months, and had like to have
                        ended in my utter destruction. Of so little weight are the greatest services
                        to princes, when put into the balance with a refusal to gratify their
                        passions. </p>
                    <p>About three weeks after this exploit, there arrived a solemn embassy from
                        Blefuscu, with humble offers of a peace; which was soon concluded upon
                        conditions very advantageous to our Emperor, wherewith I shall not trouble
                        the reader. There were six <pb n="50"/> ambassadors, with a train of about
                        five hundred persons, and their entry was very magnificent, suitable to the
                        grandeur of their master, and the importance of their business. When their
                        treaty was finished, wherein I did them several good offices by the credit I
                        now had, or at least appeared to have at court, their Excellencies, who were
                        privately told how much I had been their friend, made me a visit in form.
                        They began with many compliments upon my valor and generosity, invited me to
                        that kingdom in the Emperor their master's name, and desired me to show them
                        some proofs of my prodigious strength, of which they had heard so many
                        wonders; wherein I readily obliged them, but shall not trouble the reader
                        with the particulars. </p>
                    <p>When I had for some time entertained their Excellencies, to their infinite
                        satisfaction and surprise, I desired they would do me the honor to present
                        my most humble respects to the Emperor their master, the renown of whose had
                        so justly filled the whole world with admiration, and whose royal person I
                        resolved to attend before I returned to my own country: accordingly, the
                        next time I had the honor to see our Emperor, I desired his general license
                        to wait on the Blefuscudian monarch, which he was pleased to grant me, as I
                        could plainly perceive, in a very cold manner; but could not guess the
                        reason, till I had a whisper from a certain person, that Flimnap and
                        Bolgolam had represented my intercourse with those ambassadors as a mark of
                        disaffection, from which I am sure my heart was wholly free. And this was
                        the first time I began <pb n="51"/> to conceive some imperfect idea of
                        courts and ministers. </p>
                    <p>It is to be observed, that these ambassadors spoke to me by an interpreter,
                        the languages of both empires differing as much from each other as any two
                        in Europe, and each nation priding itself upon the antiquity, beauty, and
                        energy of their own tongues, with an avowed contempt for that of their
                        neighbor; yet our Emperor, standing upon the advantage he had got by the
                        seizure of their fleet, obliged them to deliver their credentials, and make
                        their speech in the Lilliputian tongue. And it must be confessed, that from
                        the great intercourse of trade and commerce between both realms, from the
                        continual reception of exiles, which is mutual among them, and from the
                        custom in each empire to send their young nobility and richer gentry to the
                        other, in order to polish themselves by seeing the world and understanding
                        men and manners; there are few persons of distinction, or merchants, or
                        seamen, who dwell in the maritime parts, but what can hold conversation both
                        tongues; as I found some weeks after, when I went to pay my respects to the
                        Emperor of Blefuscu, which in the midst of great misfortunes, through the
                        malice of my enemies, proved a very happy adventure to me, as I shall relate
                        in its proper place. </p>
                    <p>The reader may remember, that when I signed those articles upon which I
                        recovered my liberty, there were some which I disliked upon account of their
                        being too servile, neither could anything but an extreme necessity have
                        forced me to submit. But <pb n="52"/> being now a Nardac, of the highest
                        rank in that empire, such offices were looked upon as below my dignity, and
                        the Emperor (to do him justice) never once mentioned them to me. However, it
                        was not long before I had an opportunity of doing his Majesty, at least, as
                        I then thought, a most signal service. I was alarmed at midnight with the
                        cries of many hundred people at my door; by which being suddenly awaked, I
                        was in some kind of terror. I heard the word burglum repeated incessantly:
                        several of the Emperor's court, making their way through the crowd,
                        entreated me to come immediately to the Palace, where her Imperial Majesty's
                        apartment was on fire, by the carelessness of a maid of honor, who fell
                        asleep while she was reading a romance. I got up in an instant; and orders
                        being given to clear the way before me, and it being likewise a moonshine
                        night, I made a shift to get to the Palace without trampling on any of the
                        people. I found they had already applied ladders to the walls of the
                        apartment, and were well provided with buckets, but the water was at some
                        distance. These buckets were about the size of a large thimble, and the poor
                        people supplied me with them as fast as they could; but the flame was so
                        violent that they did little good. I might easily have stifled it with my
                        coat, which I unfortunately left behind me for haste, and came away only in
                        my leathern jerkin. The case seemed wholly desperate and deplorable; and
                        this magnificent palace would have infallibly been burned down to the
                        ground, if, by a presence of mind, unusual to me, I had not suddenly thought
                            <pb n="53"/> of an expedient. I had the evening before drunk plentifully
                        of a most delicious wine, called glimigrim (the Blefuscudians call it
                        flunec, but ours is esteemed the better sort), which is very <ref target="diuretic_" corresp="diuretic">diuretic</ref>
                                <note xml:id="diuretic" target="diuretic_">A substance that causes the
                            increased production of urine. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>. By the luckiest chance in the world, I had
                        not discharged myself of any part of it. The heat I had contracted by coming
                        very near the flames, and by laboring to quench them, made the wine begin to
                        operate my urine; which I voided in such a quantity, and applied so well to
                        the proper places, that in three minutes the fire was wholly extinguished,
                        and the rest of that noble pile, which had cost so many ages in erecting,
                        preserved from destruction. </p>
                    <p>It was now daylight, and I returned to my house without waiting to
                        congratulate with the Emperor: because, although I had done a very eminent
                        piece of service, yet I could not tell how his Majesty might resent the
                        manner by which I had performed it: for, by the fundamental laws of the
                        realm, it is capital in any person, of what quality soever, to make water
                        within the precincts of the palace. But I was a little comforted by a
                        message from his Majesty, that he would give orders to the Grand Justiciary
                        for passing my pardon in form; which, however, I could not obtain. And I was
                        privately assured, that the Empress, conceiving the greatest abhorrence of
                        what I had done, removed to the most distant side of the court, firmly
                        resolved that those buildings should never be repaired for her use: and, in
                        the presence of her chief confidants could not forbear vowing revenge. <pb n="54"/>
                    </p>


                </div>



                <div type="chapter" n="6">
                    <head>CHAPTER VI</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italics">Of the inhabitants of</hi> Lilliput; <hi rend="italics">their learning, laws, and customs, the manner of educating their
                            children. The Author's way of living in that country. His vindication of
                            a great Lady.</hi>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
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                                <ref target="Audio6_" corresp="Audio6">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio6" target="Audio6_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_06_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>

                    <p>Although I intend to leave the description of this empire to a particular
                        treatise, yet in the meantime I am content to gratify the curious reader
                        with some general ideas. As the common size of the natives is somewhat under
                        six inches high, so there is an exact proportion in all other animals, as
                        well as plants and trees: for instance, the tallest horses and oxen are
                        between four and five inches in height, the sheep an inch and a half, more
                        or less: their geese about the bigness of a sparrow,and so the several
                        gradations downwards till you come to the smallest, which, to my sight, were
                        almost invisible; but nature had adapted the eyes of the Lilliputians to all
                        objects proper for their view: they see with great exactness, but at no
                        great distance. And to show the sharpness of their sight towards objects
                        that are near, I have been much pleased with observing a cook <ref target="lark_" corresp="lark">pulling a lark</ref>
                                <note xml:id="lark" target="lark_">Plucking the lark’s feather. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, which was not so large as a
                        common fly; and a young girl threading an invisible needle with invisible
                        silk. Their tallest trees are about seven feet high; I mean some of those in
                        the great royal park, the tops whereof I could but just reach with my fist
                        clenched. The other vegetables are in the <pb n="55"/> same proportion; but
                        this I leave to the reader's imagination. </p>

                    <p>I shall say but little at present of their learning, which for many ages had
                        flourished in all its branches among them; but their manner of writing is
                        very peculiar, being neither from the left to the right, like the Europeans;
                        nor from the right to the left, like the Arabians; nor from up to down, like
                        the Chinese; nor from down to up, like the <ref target="Cascagians_" corresp="Cascagians">Cascagians</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Cascagians" target="Cascagians_">swift is making up the "Cascagians" and their
                            writing system; there is no such nation or language. </note>; but aslant
                        from one corner of the paper to the other, like ladies in England. </p>
                    <p>They bury their dead with their heads directly downwards, because they hold
                        an opinion, that in eleven thousand moons they are all to rise again, in
                        which period the earth (which they conceive to be flat) will turn upside
                        down, and by this means they shall, at their resurrection, be found ready
                        standing on their feet. The learned among them confess the absurdity of this
                        doctrine, but the practice still continues, in compliance to the vulgar. </p>
                    <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                    <p>There are some laws and customs in this empire very peculiar; and if they
                        were not so directly contrary to those of my own dear country, I should be
                        tempted to say a little in their justification. It is only to be wished that
                        they were as well executed. The first I shall mention relates to informers.
                        All crimes against the state are punished here with the utmost severity; but
                        if the person accused makes his innocence plainly to appear upon his trial,
                        the accuser is immediately put to an <ref target="ignominious_" corresp="ignominious">ignominious</ref>
                                <note xml:id="ignominious" target="igonominious_">Involving shame or disgrace. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> death; and out
                        of his goods or lands, the innocent person is quadruply recompensed for the
                        loss of his time, for the danger he underwent, for the hardship of <pb n="56"/> his imprisonment, and for all the <ref target="charges_" corresp="charges">charges he had been at</ref>
                                <note xml:id="charges" target="charges_">The expenses that the defendant had incurred. Source:
                                <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> in making
                        his defense. Or, if that fund be deficient, it is largely supplied by the
                        Crown. The Emperor does also confer on him some public mark of his favor,
                        and proclamation is made of his innocence through the whole city. </p>
                    <p>They look upon fraud as a greater crime than theft, and therefore seldom fail
                        to punish it with death; for they allege, that care and vigilance, with a
                        very common understanding, may preserve a man's goods from thieves, but
                        honesty has no fence against superior cunning; and since it is necessary
                        that there should be a perpetual intercourse of buying and selling, and
                        dealing upon credit, where fraud is permitted and connived at, or has no law
                        to punish it, the honest dealer is always undone, and the <ref target="knave_" corresp="knave">knave</ref>
                                <note xml:id="knave" target="knave_">A dishonest unprincipled man; a cunning unscrupulous
                            rogue; a villain. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> gets the advantage. I remember when I was
                        once interceding with the King for a criminal who had wronged his master of
                        a great sum of money, which he had received by order, and ran away with; and
                        happening to tell his Majesty, by way of <ref target="extenuation_" corresp="extenuation">extenuation</ref>
                                <note xml:id="extenuation" target="extenuation_">That is, Gulliver is trying to diminishing the
                            accusation, arguing that the criminal had not so much stolen the money
                            as broken the trust of his master. It is not at all clear why Gulliver
                            would care or want to intervene in this instance.</note>, that it was
                        only a breach of trust; the Emperor thought it monstrous in me to offer, as
                        a defense, the greatest aggravation of the crime: and truly I had little to
                        say in return, farther than the common answer, that different nations had
                        different customs; for, I confess, I was heartily ashamed. </p>
                    <p>Although we usually call reward and punishment the two hinges upon which all
                        government turns, yet I could never observe this maxim to be put in <pb n="57"/> practice by any nation except that of Lilliput. Whoever can
                        there bring sufficient proof that he has strictly observed the laws of his
                        country for seventy-three moons, has a claim to certain privileges,
                        according to his quality and condition of life, with a proportionable sum of
                        money out of a fund appropriated for that use: he likewise acquires the
                        title of Snilpall, or Legal, which is added to his name, but does not
                        descend to his posterity. And these people thought it a prodigious defect of
                        policy among us, when I told them that our laws were enforced only by
                        penalties without any mention of reward. It is upon this account that the
                        image of justice, in their courts of judicature, is formed with six eyes,
                        two before, as many behind, and on each side one, to signify circumspection;
                        with a bag of gold open in her right hand, and a sword sheathed in her left,
                        to show she is more disposed to reward than to punish. </p>
                    <p>In choosing persons for all employments, they have more regard to good morals
                        than to great abilities; for, since government is necessary to mankind, they
                        believe-that the common size of human understandings is fitted to some
                        station or other, and that Providence never intended to make the management
                        of public affairs a mystery, to be comprehended only by a few persons of
                        sublime genius, of which there seldom are three born in an age: but they
                        suppose truth, justice, temperance, and the like, to be in every man's
                        power; the practice of which virtues, assisted by experience and a good
                        intention, <pb n="58"/> would qualify any man for the service of his
                        country, except where a course of study is required. But they thought the
                        want of moral virtues was so far from being supplied by superior endowments
                        of the mind, that employments could never be put into such dangerous hands
                        as those of persons so qualified; and at least, that the mistakes committed
                        by ignorance in a virtuous disposition, would never be of such fatal
                        consequence to the public weal, as the practices of a man whose inclinations
                        led him to be corrupt, and had great abilities to manage, and multiply, and
                        defend his corruptions. </p>
                    <p>In like manner, the disbelief of a Divine Providence renders a man incapable
                        of holding any public station; for, since kings avow themselves to be the
                        deputies of Providence, the Lilliputians think nothing can be more absurd
                        than for a prince to employ such men as disown the authority under which he
                        acts. </p>
                    <p>In relating these and the following laws, I would only be understood to mean
                        the original institutions, and not the most scandalous corruptions into
                        which these people are fallen by the degenerate nature of man. For as to
                        that infamous practice of acquiring great employments by dancing on the
                        ropes, or badges of favor and distinction by leaping over sticks and
                        creeping under them, the reader is to observe, that they were first
                        introduced by the grandfather of the Emperor now reigning, and grew to the
                        present height by the gradual increase of party and faction. <pb n="59"/>
                    </p>
                    <p> Ingratitude is among them a capital crime, as we read it to have been in
                        some other countries; for they reason thus, that whoever makes ill returns
                        to his benefactor, must needs be a common enemy to the rest of mankind, from
                        whom he has received no obligation, and therefore such a man is not fit to
                        live. </p>
                    <p>Their notions relating to the duties of parents and children differ extremely
                        from ours. For since the conjunction of male and female is founded upon the
                        great law of nature, in order to propagate and continue the species, the
                        Lilliputians will needs have it, that men and women are joined together like
                        other animals, by the motives of <ref target="concupiscence_" corresp="concupiscence">concupiscence</ref>
                                <note xml:id="concupiscence" target="concupiscence_">Eager or vehement desire; the coveting of carnal
                            things. In short, lust. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>; and that their tenderness towards their
                        young proceeds from the like natural principle: for which reason they will
                        never allow, that a child is under any obligation to his father for
                        begetting him, or his mother for bringing him into the world; which,
                        considering the miseries of human life, was neither a benefit itself, nor
                        intended so by his parents, whose thoughts in their love-encounters were
                        otherwise employed. Upon these, and the like reasonings, their opinion is,
                        that parents are the last of all others to be trusted with the education of
                        their own children: and therefore they have in every town public nurseries,
                        where all parents, except cottagers and laborers, are obliged to send their
                        infants of both sexes to be reared and educated when they come to the age of
                        twenty moons, at which time they are supposed to have some rudiments of
                        docility. These schools are of several <pb n="60"/> kinds, suited to
                        different qualities, and to both sexes. They have certain professors well
                        skilled in preparing children for such a condition of life as befits the
                        rank of their parents, and their own capacities as well as inclinations. I
                        shall say something of the male nurseries, and then of the female. </p>
                    <p>The nurseries for males of noble or eminent birth are provided with grave and
                        learned professors, and their several deputies. The clothes and food of the
                        children are plain and simple. They are bred up in the principles of honor,
                        justice, courage, modesty, <ref target="clemency_" corresp="clemency">clemency</ref>
                                <note xml:id="clemency" target="clemency_">Mildness or
                            gentleness of temper, as shown in the exercise of authority or power;
                            mercy, leniency. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, religion, and love of their country; they
                        are always employed in some business, except in the times of eating and
                        sleeping, which are very short, and two hours for diversions, consisting of
                        bodily exercises. They are dressed by men till four years of age, and then
                        are obliged to dress themselves, although their quality be ever so great;
                        and the women attendants, who are aged proportionably to ours at fifty,
                        perform only the most menial offices. They are never suffered to converse
                        with servants, but go together in small or greater numbers to take their
                        diversions, and always in the presence of a professor, or one of his
                        deputies; whereby they avoid those early bad impressions of folly and vice
                        to which our children are subject. Their parents are suffered to see them
                        only twice a year; the visit is to last but an hour. They are allowed to
                        kiss the child at meeting and parting; but a professor, who always stands by
                        on those occasions, will not suffer them to whisper, or use any <pb n="61"/>
                        fondling expressions, or bring any presents of toys, sweetmeats, and the
                        like. </p>
                    <p>The pension from each family for the education and entertainment of a child,
                        upon failure of due payment, is levied by the Emperor's officers. </p>
                    <p>The nurseries for children of ordinary gentlemen, merchants, traders, and
                        handicrafts, are managed proportionably after the same manner; only those
                        designed for trades are put out apprentices at eleven years old, whereas
                        those of persons of quality continue in their exercises till fifteen, which
                        answers to one and twenty with us: but the confinement is gradually lessened
                        for the last three years. </p>
                    <p>In the female nurseries, the young girls of quality are educated much like
                        the males, only they are dressed by orderly servants of their own sex; but
                        always in the presence of a professor or deputy, till they come to dress
                        themselves, which is at five years old. And if it be found that these nurses
                        ever presume to entertain the girls with frightful or foolish stories, or
                        the common follies practiced by chambermaids among us, they are publicly
                        whipped thrice about the city, imprisoned for a year and banished for life
                        to the most desolate part of the country. Thus the young ladies there are as
                        much ashamed of being cowards and fools as the men, and despise all personal
                        ornaments beyond decency and cleanliness: neither did I perceive any
                        difference in their education, made by their difference of sex, only that
                        the exercises of the females were not altogether so robust; and that some
                        rules were given them relating to domestic life, and a smaller compass of
                            <pb n="62"/> learning was enjoined them: for their maxim is, that among
                        people of quality a wife should be always a reasonable and agreeable
                        companion, because she cannot always be young. When the girls are twelve
                        years old, which among them is the marriageable age, their parents or
                        guardians take them home, with great expressions of gratitude to the
                        professors, and seldom without tears of the young lady and her companions. </p>
                    <p>In the nurseries of females of the meaner sort, the children are instructed
                        in all kinds of works proper for their sex, and their several degrees: those
                        intended for apprentices are dismissed at nine years old, the rest are to
                        thirteen. </p>
                    <p>The meaner families who have children at these nurseries, are obliged,
                        besides their annual pension, which is as low as possible, to return to the
                        steward of the nursery a small monthly share of their gettings, to be a
                        portion for the child; and therefore all parents are limited in their
                        expenses by the law. For the Lilliputians think nothing can be more unjust,
                        than for people, in subservience to their own appetites, to bring children
                        into the world and leave the burden of supporting them on the public. As to
                        persons of quality, they give security to appropriate a certain sum for each
                        child, suitable to their condition; and these funds are always managed with
                        good husbandry, and the most exact justice. </p>
                    <p>The cottagers and laborers keep their children at home, their business being
                        only to till and cultivate the earth, and therefore their education is of
                            <pb n="63"/> little consequence to the public; but the old and diseased
                        among them are supported by hospitals: for begging is a trade unknown in
                        this kingdom. </p>
                    <p>And here it may perhaps divert the curious reader to give some account of my
                        domestics, and my manner of living in this country, during a residence of
                        nine months and thirteen days. Having a head mechanically turned, and being
                        likewise forced by necessity, I had made for myself a table and chair
                        convenient enough, out of the largest trees in the royal park. Two hundred
                        seamstresses were employed to make me shirts, and linen for my bed and
                        table, all of the strongest and coarsest kind they could get; which,
                        however, they were forced to quilt together in several folds, for the
                        thickest was some degrees finer than lawn. Their linen is usually three
                        inches wide, and three feet make a piece. The seamstresses took my measure
                        as I lay on the ground, one standing at my neck, and another at my mid-leg,
                        with a strong cord extended, that each held by the end, while the third
                        measured the length of the cord with a rule an inch long. Then they measured
                        my right thumb, and desired no more; for by a mathematical computation, that
                        twice round the thumb is once round the wrist, and so on to the neck and the
                        waist, and by the help of my old shirt, which I displayed on the ground
                        before them for a pattern, they fitted me exactly. Three hundred tailors
                        were employed in the same manner to make me clothes; but they had another
                        contrivance for taking my measure. I kneeled down, and they raised a ladder
                        from the ground to my neck; upon <pb n="64"/> this ladder one of them
                        mounted, and let fall a <ref target="plumb-line_" corresp="plumb-line">plumb-line</ref>
                                <note xml:id="plumb-line" target="plumb-line_">A line
                            or cord with a weight at one end, for determining the vertical. Source:
                                <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> from my
                        collar to the floor, which just answered the length of my coat; but my waist
                        and arms I measured myself. When my clothes finished, which was done in my
                        house (for the largest of theirs would not have been able to hold them) they
                        looked like the patch-work made by the ladies in England, only that mine
                        were all of a color. </p>
                    <p>I had three hundred cooks to dress my victuals, in little convenient huts
                        built about my house, where they and their families lived, and prepared me
                        two dishes apiece. I took up twenty waiters in my hand, and placed them on
                        the table; a hundred more attended below on the ground, some with dishes of
                        meat, and some with barrels of wine, and other liquors, slung on their
                        shoulders; all which the waiters above drew up as I wanted, in a very
                        ingenious manner, by certain cords, as we draw the bucket up a well in
                        Europe. A dish of their meat was a good mouthful, and a barrel of their
                        liquor a reasonable draught. Their mutton yields to ours, but their beef is
                        excellent. I have had a sirloin so large, that I have been forced to make
                        three bits of it; but this is rare. My servants were astonished to see me
                        eat it bones and all, as in our country we do the leg of a lark. Their geese
                        and turkeys I usually ate at a mouthful, and I must confess they far exceed
                        ours. Of their smaller fowl I could take up twenty or thirty at the end of
                        my knife. </p>
                    <p>One day his Imperial Majesty, being informed of my way of living, desired
                        that himself and his Royal <pb n="65"/> Consort, with the young Princes of
                        the blood of both sexes, might have the happiness (as he was pleased to call
                        it) of dining with me. They came accordingly, and I placed them upon chairs
                        of state on my table, just over against me, with their guards about them.
                        Flimnap, the Lord High Treasurer, attended there likewise with his <ref target="staff_" corresp="staff">white staff</ref>
                                <note xml:id="staff" target="staff_">The white staff is a symbol of his office; in the
                            British government, the Lord Chamberlain has a ceremonial white,
                            sometimes referred to as the "wand of office" that they receive when
                            they are appointed, and must return to the monarch when they retire.
                        </note>; and I observed he often looked on me with a sour countenance, which
                        I would not seem to regard, but ate more than usual, in honor to my dear
                        country, as well as to fill the court with admiration. I have some private
                        reasons to believe, that this visit from his Majesty gave Flimnap an
                        opportunity of doing me ill offices to his master. That minister had always
                        been my secret enemy, though he outwardly caressed me more than was usual to
                        the moroseness of his nature. He represented to the Emperor the low
                        condition of his treasury; that he was forced to take up money at great
                        discount; that <ref target="exchequer_" corresp="exchequer">exchequer</ref>
                                <note xml:id="exchequer" target="exchequer_">A royal or
                            national treasury. Many readers at the time would have easily associated
                            Flimnap with Sir Robert Walpole, the powerful Chancellor of the
                            Exchequer, who dominated the British political scene from 1721 until
                            1742. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>
                        bills would not circulate under nine per cent below par; that in short I had
                        cost his Majesty above a million and a half of sprugs (their greatest gold
                        coin, about the bigness of a <ref target="spangle_" corresp="spangle">spangle</ref>
                                <note xml:id="spangle" target="spangle_">A small round
                            thin piece of glittering metal (usually brass) with a hole in the centre
                            to pass a thread through, used for the decoration of textile fabrics and
                            other materials of various sorts. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>) and upon the whole, that it would be
                        advisable in the Emperor to take the first fair occasion of dismissing me. </p>
                    <p>I am here obliged to vindicate the reputation of an excellent lady, who was
                        an innocent sufferer upon my account. The Treasurer took a fancy to be
                        jealous of his wife, from the malice of some evil tongues, who informed him
                        that her Grace had taken a violent affection for my person; and the
                        court-scandal ran for some time, that she once came privately to <pb n="66"/> my lodging. This I solemnly declare to be a most infamous falsehood,
                        without any grounds, farther than that her Grace was pleased to treat me
                        with all innocent marks of freedom and friendship. I own she came often to
                        my house, but always publicly, nor ever without three more in the coach, who
                        were usually her sister and young daughter, and some particular
                        acquaintance; but this was common to many other ladies of the court. And I
                        still appeal to my servants round, whether they at any time saw a coach at
                        my door without knowing what persons were in it. On those occasions, when a
                        servant had given me notice, my custom was to go immediately to the door;
                        and, after paying my respects, to take up the coach and two horses very
                        carefully in my hands (for if there were six horses, the postillion always
                        unharnessed four) and place them on a table, where I had fixed a moveable
                        rim quite round, of five inches high, to prevent accidents. And I have often
                        had four coaches and horses at once on my table full of company, while I sat
                        in my chair leaning my face towards them; and when I was engaged with one
                        set, the coachmen would gently drive the others round my table. I have
                        passed many an afternoon very agreeably in these conversations. But I defy
                        the Treasurer, or his two informers (I will name them, and let them make
                        their best of it) Clustril and Drunlo, to prove that any person ever came to
                        me <hi rend="italics">incognito</hi>, except the secretary Reldresal, who
                        was sent by express command of his Imperial Majesty, as I have before
                        related. I should not have dwelt so long upon this <pb n="67"/> particular,
                        if it had not been a point wherein the reputation of a great lady is so
                        nearly concerned, to say nothing of my own; though I then had the honor to
                        be a Nardac, which the Treasurer himself is not; for all the world knows he
                        is only a Glumglum, a title inferior by one degree, as that of a Marquis is
                        to a Duke in England, although I allow he preceded me in right of his post.
                        These false informations, which I afterwards came to the knowledge of, by an
                        accident not proper to mention, made Flimnap the Treasurer show his lady for
                        some time an ill countenance, and me a worse; and although he were at last
                        undeceived and reconciled to her, yet I lost all credit with him, and found
                        my interest decline very fast with the Emperor himself, who was indeed too
                        much governed by that favorite. </p>


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                    <head>CHAPTER VII</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italics">The Author, being informed of a design to accuse him of
                            high-treason, maketh his escape to </hi> Blefuscu. <hi rend="italics">His reception there.</hi>
                            </head>
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                                <ref target="Audio7_" corresp="Audio7">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio7" target="Audio5_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_07_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
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                    <p>Before I proceed to give an account of my leaving this kingdom, it may be
                        proper to inform the reader of a private intrigue which had been for two
                        months forming against me. </p>
                    <lb/>

                    <p>I had been hitherto all my life a stranger to courts, for which I was
                        unqualified by the meanness of my condition. I had indeed heard and read
                        enough of the dispositions of great princes and ministers; but never
                        expected to have found such <pb n="68"/> terrible effects of them in so
                        remote a country, governed, as I thought, by very different maxims from
                        those in Europe. </p>

                    <p>When I was just preparing to pay my attendance on the Emperor of Blefuscu, a
                        considerable person at court (to whom I had been very serviceable at a time
                        when he lay under the highest displeasure of his Imperial Majesty) came to
                        my house very privately at night in a close chair, and without sending his
                        name, desired admittance. The chairmen were dismissed; I put the chair, with
                        his Lordship in it, into my coat-pocket: and giving orders to a trusty
                        servant to say I was indisposed and gone to sleep, I fastened the door of my
                        house, placed the chair on the table, according to my usual custom, and sat
                        down by it. After the common salutations were over, observing his Lordship's
                        countenance full of concern, and enquiring into the reason, he desired I
                        would hear him with patience in a matter that highly concerned my honor and
                        my life. His speech was to the following effect, for I took notes of it as
                        soon as he left me. </p>
                    <p>You are to know, said he, that several Committees of Council have been lately
                        called in the most private manner on your account; and it is but two days
                        since his Majesty came to a full resolution. </p>
                    <p>You are very sensible that Skyresh Bolgolam (Galbet, or High Admiral) has
                        been your mortal enemy almost ever since your arrival. His original reasons
                        I know not, but his hatred is much increased since your great success
                        against Blefuscu, by which his glory as Admiral is obscured. This Lord, in
                        conjunction <pb n="69"/> with Flimnap the High Treasurer, whose enmity
                        against you is notorious on account of his lady, Limtoc the General, Lalcon
                        the Chamberlain, and Balmuff the Grand Justiciary, have prepared articles of
                        impeachment against you, for treason, and other capital crimes. </p>
                    <p>This preface made me so impatient, being conscious of my own merits and
                        innocence, that I was going to interrupt; when he entreated me to be silent,
                        and thus proceeded. </p>
                    <p>Out of gratitude for the favors you have done me, I procured information of
                        the whole proceedings, and a copy of the articles, wherein I venture my head
                        for your service. </p>
                    <p>
                                <hi rend="italics">Articles of Impeachment against</hi> Quinbus Flestrin<lb/>
                            (<hi rend="italic">the </hi>Man-Mountain) </p>
                    <p>ARTICLE I<lb/> Whereas, by a statute made in the reign of his Imperial
                        Majesty Calin Deffar Plune, it is enacted, that whoever shall make water
                        within the precincts of the royal palace, should be liable to the pains and
                        penalties of high treason; notwithstanding, the said Quinbus Flestrin, in
                        open breach of the said law, under color of extinguishing the fire kindled
                        in the apartment of his Majesty's most dear Imperial Consort, did
                        maliciously, traitorously, and devilishly, by discharge of his urine, put
                        out the said fire kindled in the said apartment, lying and being within the
                        precincts of the said royal palace, against the statute in that case
                        provided, etc., against the duty, etc. <pb n="70"/>
                    </p>
                    <p>ARTICLE II.<lb/> That the said Quinbus Flestrin having brought the imperial
                        fleet of Blefuscu into the royal port, and being afterwards commanded by his
                        Imperial Majesty to seize all the other ships of the said empire of
                        Blefuscu, and reduce that empire to a province, to be governed by a Viceroy
                        from hence, and to destroy and put to death not only all the Big-Endian
                        exiles, but likewise all the people of that empire, who would not
                        immediately forsake the Big-Endian heresy: He, the said Flestrin, like a
                        false traitor against his most Auspicious, Serene, Imperial Majesty, did
                        petition to be excused from the said service upon pretense of unwillingness
                        to force the consciences, or destroy the liberties and lives of an innocent
                        people. </p>
                    <p>ARTICLE III.<lb/> That, whereas certain ambassadors from the court of
                        Blefuscu, to sue for peace in his Majesty's court: He, the said Flestrin,
                        did, like a false traitor, aid, abet, comfort, and divert the said
                        ambassadors, although he knew them to be servants to a Prince who was lately
                        an open enemy to his Imperial Majesty, and in open war against his said
                        Majesty. </p>
                    <p>ARTICLE IV.<lb/> That the said Quinbus Flestrin, contrary to the duty of a
                        faithful subject, is now preparing to make a voyage to the court and empire
                        of Blefuscu, for <pb n="71"/> which he had received only verbal license from
                        his Imperial Majesty; and under color of the said license, doth falsely and
                        traitorously intend to take the said voyage, and hereby to aid, comfort, and
                        abet the Emperor of Blefuscu, so late an enemy, and in open war with his
                        Imperial Majesty aforesaid.<lb/>
                    </p>
                    <p>There are some other articles, but these are the most important, of which I
                        have read you an abstract. </p>
                    <p>In the several debates upon this impeachment, it must be confessed that his
                        Majesty gave many marks of his great lenity, often urging the services you
                        had done him, and endeavoring to extenuate your crimes. The Treasurer and
                        Admiral insisted that you should be put to the most painful and ignominious
                        death, by setting fire on your house at night, and the General was to attend
                        with twenty thousand men armed with poisoned arrows to shoot you on the face
                        and hands. Some of your servants were to have private orders to strew a
                        poisonous juice on your shirts, which would soon make you tear your own
                        flesh, and die in the utmost torture. The General came into the same
                        opinion, so that for a long time there was a majority against you. But his
                        Majesty resolving, if possible, to spare your life, at last brought off the
                        Chamberlain. </p>
                    <p>Upon this incident, Reldresal, principal Secretary for Private Affairs, who
                        always approved himself your true friend, was commanded by the Emperor to
                        deliver his opinion, which he accordingly did; and therein justified the
                        good thoughts you have of him. <pb n="72"/> He allowed your crimes to be
                        great, but that still there was room for mercy, the most commendable virtue
                        in a prince, and for which his Majesty was so justly celebrated. He said,
                        the friendship between you and him was so well known to the world, that
                        perhaps the most honorable board might think him partial: however, in
                        obedience to the command he had received, he would freely offer his
                        sentiments. That if his Majesty, in consideration of your services, and
                        pursuant to his own merciful disposition, would please to spare your life,
                        and only give order to put out both your eyes, he humbly conceived that by
                        this expedient justice might in some measure be satisfied, and all the world
                        would applaud the lenity of the Emperor, as well as the fair and generous
                        proceedings of those who have the honor to be his counsellors. That the loss
                        of your eyes would be no impediment to your bodily strength, by which you
                        might still be useful to his Majesty. That blindness is an addition to
                        courage, by concealing dangers from us; that the fear you had for your eyes
                        was the greatest difficulty in bringing over the enemy's fleet, and it would
                        be sufficient for you to see by the eyes of the ministers, since the
                        greatest princes do no more. </p>
                    <p>This proposal was received with the utmost disapprobation by the whole board.
                        Bolgolam the Admiral, could not preserve his temper, but rising up in fury
                        said he wondered how the Secretary dared presume to give his opinion for
                        preserving the life of a traitor: that the services you had performed, were,
                        by all true<ref target="reasons_" corresp="reasons"> reasons of
                            state</ref>
                                <note xml:id="reasons" target="reasons_"> A purely political
                            ground of action on the part of a ruler or government, esp. as involving
                            expediency or some departure from strict justice, honesty, or open
                            dealing. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                        Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, the great aggravation of <pb n="73"/> your crimes;
                        that you, who were able to extinguish the fire, by discharge of urine in her
                        Majesty's apartment (which he mentioned with horror), might at another time,
                        raise an inundation by the same means, to drown the whole palace; and the
                        same strength which enabled you to bring over the enemy's fleet, might
                        serve, upon the first discontent, to carry it back: that he had good reasons
                        to think you were a Big-Endian in your heart; and as treason begins in the
                        heart, before it appears in overt acts, so he accused you as a traitor on
                        that account, and therefore insisted you should be put to death. </p>
                    <p>The Treasurer was of the same opinion; he showed to what straits his
                        Majesty's revenue was reduced by the charge of maintaining you, which would
                        soon grow insupportable: that the Secretary's expedient of putting out your
                        eyes was so far from being a remedy against this evil, it would probably
                        increase it, as it is manifest from the common practice of blinding some
                        kind of fowl, after which they fed the faster, and grew sooner fat: that his
                        sacred Majesty and the Council, who are your judges, were in their own
                        consciences fully convinced of your guilt, which was a sufficient argument
                        to condemn you to death, without the formal proofs required by the strict
                        letter of the law. </p>
                    <p>But his Imperial Majesty, fully determined against capital punishment, was
                        graciously pleased to say, that since the Council thought the loss of your
                        eyes too easy a censure, some other may be inflicted hereafter. And your
                        friend the Secretary humbly desiring to be heard again, in answer to what
                        the <pb n="74"/> Treasurer had objected concerning the great charge his
                        Majesty was at in maintaining you, said that his Excellency, who had the
                        sole disposal of the Emperor's revenue, might easily provide against that
                        evil, by gradually lessening your establishment; by which, for want of
                        sufficient food, you would grow weak and faint, and lose your appetite, and
                        consequently decay and consume in a few months; neither would the stench of
                        your carcass be then so dangerous, when it should become more than half
                        diminished; and immediately upon your death, five or six thousand of his
                        Majesty's subjects might, in two or three days, cut your flesh from your
                        bones, take it away by cartloads, and bury it in distant parts to prevent
                        infection, leaving the skeleton as a monument of admiration to posterity. </p>
                    <p>Thus by the great friendship of the Secretary, the whole affair was
                        compromised. It was strictly enjoined, that the project of starving you by
                        degrees should be kept a secret, but the sentence of putting out your eyes
                        was entered on the books; none dissenting except Bolgolam the Admiral, who,
                        being a creature of the Empress, was perpetually instigated by her Majesty
                        to insist upon your death, she having borne perpetual malice against you, on
                        account of that infamous and illegal method you took to extinguish the fire
                        in her apartment. </p>
                    <p>In three days your friend the Secretary will be directed to come to your
                        house, and read before you the articles of impeachment; and then to signify
                        the great lenity and favor of his Majesty and Council, whereby you are only
                        condemned to the loss of <pb n="75"/> your eyes, which his Majesty does not
                        question you will gratefully and humbly submit to; and twenty of his
                        Majesty's surgeons will attend, in order to see the operation well
                        performed, by discharging very sharp-pointed arrows into the balls of your
                        eyes, as you lie on the ground. </p>
                    <p>I leave to your prudence what measures you will take; and to avoid suspicion,
                        I must immediately return in as private a manner as I came. </p>
                    <p>His Lordship did so, and I remained alone, under many doubts and perplexities
                        of mind. </p>
                    <p>It was a custom introduced by this prince and his ministry (very different,
                        as I have been assured, from the practices of former times) that after the
                        court had decreed any cruel execution, either to gratify the monarch's
                        resentment, or the malice of a favorite, the Emperor always made a speech to
                        his whole Council, expressing his great lenity and tenderness, as qualities
                        known and confessed by all the world. This speech was immediately published
                        through the kingdom; nor did anything terrify the people so much as
                            those<ref target="mercy_" corresp="mercy"> encomiums on his Majesty's
                            mercy</ref>
                                <note xml:id="mercy" target="mercy_"> Swift might be alluding
                            to the speeches given by George I where he praised the mercy he showed
                            towards Jacobite rebels who had plotted to overthrow him in 1715; the
                            joke is that George and his government, far from showing any mercy, were
                            actually ruthless, executing as many of the ringleaders of the rebellion
                            as they could find.</note>; because it was observed, that the more these
                        praises were enlarged and insisted on, the more inhuman was the punishment,
                        and the sufferer more innocent. And as to myself, I must confess, having
                        never been designed for a courtier either by my birth or education, I was so
                        ill a judge of things, that I could not discover the lenity and favor of
                        this sentence, but conceived it (perhaps erroneously) rather to be rigorous
                        than gentle. I sometimes thought of standing my trial, for <pb n="76"/>
                        although I could not deny the facts alleged in the several articles, yet I
                        hoped they would admit of some extenuations. But having in my life perused
                        many state trials, which I ever observed to terminate as the judges thought
                        fit to direct, I dared not rely on so dangerous a decision, in so critical a
                        juncture, and against such powerful enemies. Once I was strongly bent upon
                        resistance, for while I had liberty, the whole strength of that empire could
                        hardly subdue me, and I might easily with stones pelt the metropolis to
                        pieces; but I soon rejected that project with horror, by remembering the
                        oath I had made to the Emperor, the favors I received from him, and the high
                        title of Nardac he conferred upon me. Neither had I so soon learned the
                        gratitude of courtiers, to persuade myself that his Majesty's present
                        severities quitted me of all past obligations. </p>
                    <p>At last I fixed upon a resolution, for which it is probable I may incur some
                        censure, and not unjustly; for I confess I owe the preserving of my eyes,
                        and consequently my liberty, to my own great rashness and want of
                        experience: because if I had then known the nature of princes and ministers,
                        which I have since observed in many other courts, and their methods of
                        treating criminals less obnoxious than myself, I should with great alacrity
                        and readiness have submitted to so easy a punishment. But hurried on by the
                        precipitancy of youth, and having his Imperial Majesty's license to pay my
                        attendance upon the Emperor of Blefuscu, I took this opportunity, before the
                        three days were elapsed, to send a letter <pb n="77"/> to my friend the
                        Secretary, signifying my resolution of setting out that morning Blefuscu
                        pursuant to the leave I had got; and without waiting for an answer, I went
                        to that side of the island where our fleet lay. I seized a large man of war,
                        tied a cable to the prow, and, lifting up the anchors, I stripped myself,
                        put my clothes (together with my coverlet, which I brought under my arm)
                        into the vessel, and drawing it after me between wading and swimming,
                        arrived at the royal port of Blefuscu, where the people had long expected
                        me; they lent me two guides to direct me to the capital city, which is of
                        the same name. I held them in my hands till I came within two hundred yards
                        of the gate, and desired them to signify my arrival to one of the
                        secretaries, and let him know, I there waited his Majesty's commands. I had
                        an answer in about an hour, that his Majesty, attended by the Royal Family,
                        and great officers of the court, was coming out to receive me. I advanced a
                        hundred yards. The Emperor and his train alighted from their horses, the
                        Empress and ladies from their coaches, and I did not perceive they were in
                        any fright or concern. I lay on the ground to kiss his Majesty's and the
                        Empress's hand. I told his Majesty that I had come according to my promise,
                        and with the license of the Emperor, my master, to have the honor of seeing
                        so mighty a monarch, and to offer him any service in my power, consistent
                        with my duty to my own prince; not mentioning a word of my disgrace, because
                        I had hitherto no regular information of it, and might suppose myself wholly
                        ignorant of any <pb n="78"/> such design; neither could I reasonably
                        conceive that the Emperor would discover the secret while I was out of his
                        power: wherein, however, it soon appeared I was deceived. </p>
                    <p>I shall not trouble the reader with the particular account of my reception at
                        this court, which was suitable to the generosity of so great a prince; nor
                        of the difficulties I was in for want of a house and bed, being forced to
                        lie on the ground, wrapped up in my coverlet. </p>



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                <lb/>
                <div type="chapter" n="8">
                    <head>CHAPTER VIII</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italics">The Author, by a lucky accident, finds means to
                            leave</hi> Blefuscu; <hi rend="italics">and, after some difficulties,
                            returns safe to his native country.</hi>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
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                                <ref target="Audio8_" corresp="Audio8">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio8" target="Audio7_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_08_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <p>Three days after my arrival, walking out of curiosity to the northeast coast
                        of the island, I observed, about half a league off, in the sea, something
                        that looked like a boat overturned. I pulled off my shoes and stockings, and
                        wading two or three hundred yards, I found the object to approach nearer by
                        force of the tide; and then plainly saw it to be a real boat, which I
                        supposed might, by some tempest, have been driven from a ship; whereupon I
                        returned immediately towards the city, and desired his Imperial Majesty to
                        lend me twenty of the tallest vessels he had left after the loss of his
                        fleet, and three thousand seamen under the command of his Vice-Admiral. This
                        fleet sailed round, while I went back the shortest way to the coast where I
                        first discovered the boat; I found the tide had driven it still <pb n="79"/>
                        nearer. The seamen were all provided with cordage, which I had beforehand
                        twisted to a sufficient strength. When the ships came up, I stripped myself,
                        and waded till I came within a hundred yards of the boat, after which I was
                        forced to swim till I got up to it. The seamen threw me the end of the cord,
                        which I fastened to a hole in the forepart of the boat, and the other end to
                        a man of war; but I found all my labor to little purpose; for being out of
                        my depth, I was not able to work. In this necessity, I was forced to swim
                        behind, and push the boat forwards as often as I could, with one of my
                        hands; and the tide favoring me, I advanced so far, that I could just hold
                        up my chin and feel the ground. I rested two or three minutes, and then gave
                        the boat another shove, and so on till the sea was no higher than my
                        arm-pits; and now the most laborious part being over, I took out my other
                        cables, which were stowed in one of the ships, and fastening them first to
                        the boat, and then to nine of the vessels which attended me; the wind being
                        favorable, the seamen towed, and I shoved till we arrived within forty yards
                        of the shore; and waiting till the tide was out, I got dry to the boat, and
                        by the assistance of two thousand men, with ropes and engines, I made a
                        shift to turn it on its bottom, and found it was but little damaged. </p>
                    <p>I shall not trouble the reader with the difficulties I was under by the help
                        of certain paddles, which cost me ten days making, to get my boat to the
                        royal port of Blefuscu, where a mighty concourse of people appeared upon my
                        arrival, full of wonder at the sight <pb n="80"/> of so prodigious a vessel.
                        I told the Emperor that my good fortune had thrown this boat in my way, to
                        carry me to some place from whence I might return into my native country,
                        and begged his Majesty's orders for getting materials to fit it up, together
                        with his license to depart; which, after some kind expostulations, he was
                        pleased to grant. </p>
                    <p>I did very much wonder, in all this time, not to have heard of any express
                        relating to me from our Emperor to the court of Blefuscu. But I was
                        afterwards given privately to understand, that his Imperial Majesty, never
                        imagining I had the least notice of his designs, believed I was only gone to
                        Blefuscu in performance of my promise, according to the license he had given
                        me, which was well known at our court, and would return in a few days when
                        that ceremony was ended. But he was at last in pain at my long absence; and
                        after consulting with the Treasurer, and the rest of that cabal, a person of
                        quality was dispatched with the copy of the articles against me. This envoy
                        had instructions to represent to the monarch of Blefuscu the great lenity of
                        his master, who was content to punish me no farther than with the loss of my
                        eyes; that I had fled from justice, and if I did not return in two hours, I
                        should be deprived of my title of Nardac, and declared a traitor. The envoy
                        further added, that in order to maintain the peace and amity between both
                        empires, his master expected, that his <pb n="81"/> brother of Blefuscu
                        would give orders to have me sent back to Lilliput, bound hand and foot, to
                        be punished as a traitor. </p>
                    <p>The Emperor of Blefuscu having taken three days to consult, returned an
                        answer consisting of many civilities and excuses. He said, that as for
                        sending me bound, his brother knew it was impossible; that although I had
                        deprived him of his fleet, yet he owed great obligations to me for many good
                        offices I had done him in making the peace. That however both their
                        Majesties would soon be made easy; for I had found a prodigious vessel on
                        the shore, able to carry me on the sea, which he had given order to fit up
                        with my own assistance and direction; and he hoped in a few weeks both
                        empires would be freed from so insupportable an incumbrance. </p>
                    <p>With this answer the envoy returned to Lilliput, and the monarch of Blefuscu
                        related to me all that had past, offering me at the same time (but under the
                        strictest confidence) his gracious protection, if I would continue in his
                        service; wherein although I believed him sincere, yet I resolved never more
                        to put any confidence in princes or ministers, where I could possibly avoid
                        it; and therefore, with all due acknowledgements for his favorable
                        intentions, I humbly begged to be excused. I told him that since fortune,
                        whether good or evil, had thrown a vessel in my way, I was resolved to
                        venture myself in the ocean, rather than be an occasion of difference
                        between two such mighty monarchs. Neither did I find the Emperor at all
                        displeased; and I discovered <pb n="82"/> by a certain accident, that he was
                        very glad of my resolution, and so were most of his ministers. </p>
                    <p>These considerations moved me to hasten my departure somewhat sooner than I
                        intended; to which the court, impatient to have me gone, very readily
                        contributed. Five hundred workmen were employed to make two sails to my
                        boat, according to my directions, by quilting thirteen fold of their
                        strongest linen together. I was at the pains of making ropes and cables, by
                        twisting ten, twenty or thirty of the thickest and strongest of theirs. A
                        great stone that I happened to find, after a long search, by the sea-shore,
                        served me for an anchor. I had the<ref target="tallow_" corresp="tallow">
                            tallow</ref>
                                <note xml:id="tallow" target="tallow_">The fat, adipose
                            tissue, of an animal. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary.</hi> Gulliver will use the fat of these cows to help
                            make the boat water-resistant, and also for lubricating the oars and
                            other parts of the boat.</note> of three hundred cows for greasing my
                        boat, and other uses. I was at incredible pains in cutting down some of the
                        largest timber-trees for oars and masts, wherein I was, however, much
                        assisted by his Majesty's ship carpenters, who helped me in smoothing them,
                        after I had done the rough work. </p>
                    <p>In about a month, when all was prepared, I sent to receive his Majesty's
                        commands, and to take my leave. The Emperor and Royal Family came out of the
                        palace; I lay down on my face to kiss his hand, which he very graciously
                        gave me: so did the Empress and young Princes of the blood. His Majesty
                        presented me with fifty purses of two hundred sprugs apiece, together with
                        his picture at full length, which I put immediately into one of my gloves,
                        to keep it from being hurt. The ceremonies at my departure were too many to
                        trouble the reader with at this time. <pb n="83"/>
                    </p>
                    <p>I stored the boat with the carcases of a hundred oxen, and three hundred
                        sheep, with bread and drink proportionable, and as much meat ready dressed
                        as four hundred cooks could provide. I took with me six cows and two bulls
                        alive, with as many ewes and rams, intending to carry them into my own
                        country, and propagate the breed. And to feed them on board, I had a good
                        bundle of hay, and a bag of corn. I would gladly have taken a dozen of the
                        natives, but this was a thing the Emperor would by no means permit; and
                        besides a diligent search into my pockets, his Majesty engaged my honor not
                        to carry away any of his subjects, although with their own consent and
                        desire. </p>
                    <p>Having thus prepared all things as well as I was able, I set sail on the
                        twenty-fourth day of September, 1701, at six in the morning; and when I had
                        gone about four leagues to the northward, the wind being at southeast, at
                        six in the evening I descried a small island about half a league to the
                        northwest. I advanced forward, and cast anchor on the leeside of the island,
                        which seemed to be uninhabited. I then took some refreshment, and went to my
                        rest. I slept well, and I conjecture at least six hours, for I found the day
                        broke in two hours after I awaked. It was a clear night. I ate my breakfast
                        before the sun was up; and heaving anchor, the wind being favorable, I
                        steered the same course that I had done the day before, wherein I was
                        directed by my pocket compass. My intention was to reach, if possible, one
                        of those islands, which I had reason to believe lay to the northeast <pb n="84"/> of Van Diemen's Land. I discovered nothing all that day; but
                        upon the next, about three in the afternoon, when I had by my computation
                        made twenty-four leagues from Blefuscu, I descried a sail steering to the
                        southeast; my course was due east. I hailed her, but could get no answer;
                        yet I found I gained upon her, for the wind slackened. I made all the sail I
                        could, and in half an hour she spied me, then hung out her<ref target="ancient_" corresp="ancient"> ancient</ref>
                                <note xml:id="ancient" target="ancient_"> An ensign, standard, or flag. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, and discharged
                        a gun. It is not easy to express the joy I was in upon the unexpected hope
                        of once more seeing my beloved country, and the dear pledges I had left in
                        it. The ship slackened her sails, and I came up with her between five and
                        six in the evening, September 26; but my heart leaped within me to see her
                        English colors. I put my cows and sheep into my coat pockets, and got on
                        board with all my little cargo of provisions. The vessel was an English
                        merchantman, returning from Japan by the North and South Seas; the Captain,
                        Mr. John Biddle of Deptford, a very civil man, and an excellent sailor. We
                        were now in the latitude of 30 degrees south; there were about fifty men in
                        the ship; and here I met an old comrade of mine, one Peter Williams, who
                        gave me a good <ref target="character_" corresp="character">character</ref>
                                <note xml:id="character" target="character_"> That is,
                            he testified to Gulliver's reliability and general uprightness. To give
                            someone a good "character" was to in effect to serve as a character
                            reference. </note> to the Captain. This gentleman treated me with
                        kindness, and desired I would let know what place I came from last, and
                        whither I was bound; which I did in few words, but he thought I was raving,
                        and that the dangers I underwent had disturbed my head; whereupon I <pb n="85"/> took my black cattle and sheep out of my pocket, which, after
                        great astonishment, clearly convinced him of my veracity. I then showed him
                        the gold given me by the Emperor of Blefuscu, together with his Majesty's
                        picture at full length, and some other rarities of that country. I gave him
                        two purses of two hundred sprugs each, and promised, when we arrived in
                        England, to make him a present of a cow and a sheep big with young. </p>
                    <p>I shall not trouble the reader with a particular account of this voyage,
                        which was very prosperous for the most part. We arrived in<ref target="Downs_" corresp="Downs"> the Downs</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Downs" target="Downs_"> The part of the sea within the Goodwin Sands, off the
                            east coast of Kent, a famous rendezvous for ships. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> on the 13th of
                        April, 1702. I had only one misfortune, that the rats on board carried away
                        one of my sheep; I found her bones in a hole, picked clean from the flesh.
                        The rest of my cattle I got safe on shore, and set them grazing in a
                        bowling-green at Greenwich, where the fineness of the grass made them feed
                        very heartily, though I had always feared the contrary: neither could I
                        possibly have preserved them in so long a voyage, if the Captain had not
                        allowed me some of his best biscuit, which, rubbed to powder, and mingled
                        with water, was their constant food. The short time I continued in England,
                        I made considerable profit by showing my cattle to many persons of quality,
                        and others: and before I began my second voyage, I sold them for six hundred
                        pounds. Since my last return, I find the breed is considerably increased,
                        especially the sheep; which I hope will prove much to the advantage of the
                        woollen manufacture, by the fineness of the fleeces.</p>
                    <pb n="86"/>
                    <p>I stayed but two months with my wife and family; for my insatiable desire of
                        seeing foreign countries would suffer me to continue no longer. I left
                        fifteen hundred pounds with my wife, and fixed her in a good house at
                        Redriff. My remaining stock I carried with me, part in money, and part in
                        goods, in hopes to improve my fortunes. My eldest uncle John had left me an
                        estate in land, near Epping, of about thirty pounds a year; and I had a long
                        lease of the Black Bull in Fetter Lane, which yielded me as much more; so
                        that I was not in any danger of<ref target="parish_" corresp="parish">
                            leaving my family upon the parish</ref>
                                <note xml:id="parish" target="parish_"> In this period, most of what we would now call the
                            social safety net, was governed by a 1601 statute that was known as the
                            Poor Law (formally 43 Eliz. I Cap. 2). Under the terms of the Poor Law,
                            relief in the form of food aid or money for people who had fallen into
                            abject poverty was handled by the Church of English at the level of
                            individual parishes. The relief was notoriously stingy and also
                            inconsistent; turning to the parish for aid was a desperate
                            measure.</note>. My son Johnny, named so after his uncle, was at the
                        Grammar School, and a<ref target="towardly_" corresp="towardly">
                            towardly</ref>
                                <note xml:id="towardly" target="towardly_"> Promising,
                            ‘hopeful’, forward; apt to learn, docile: chiefly of young persons or
                            their dispositions. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                        </note> child. My daughter Betty (who is now well married, and has children)
                        was then at her needlework. I took leave of my wife, and boy and girl, with
                        tears on both sides, and went on board the Adventure, a merchantship of
                        three hundred tons, bound for<ref target="Surat_" corresp="Surat">
                            Surat</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Surat" target="Surat_"> Surat is a city in the
                            modern Indian state of Gujarat, on the west coast of India. The British
                            East India Company established a trading post there in 1612, after which
                            it became a major trading port for the export of Indian textiles and
                            other valuable commodities. <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/notes/sourratte.jpg" alt="Image of the Indian city of Surat in 1690" source="Wikimedia Commons" desc="A view of Surat in about 1690. Note the European ships in the harbor, and, to the left of the shore, a long jetty at which they can dock. From Jacob Peeters, Description des principales ville, havres et isles due golfe de Venise de cote oriental, Antwerp, 1690. Image source: Wikimedia Commons"/>
                                    <lb/>
                        </note>, Captain John Nicholas of Liverpool, Commander. But my account of
                        this voyage must be referred to the second part of my Travels. <pb n="87"/>
                    </p>
                </div>
            </div>
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            <div type="part" n="2">
                <head>PART II <lb/>A VOYAGE TO BROBDINGNAG</head>

                <div type="chapter" n="1">
                    <head>CHAPTER I</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italics">A great storm described, the long-boat sent to fetch
                            water, the Author goes with it to discover the country. He is left on
                            shore, is seized by one of the natives, and carried to a farmer's house.
                            His reception there, with several accidents that happened there. A
                            description of the inhabitants.</hi>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <ref target="Audio9_" corresp="Audio9">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio9" target="Audio9_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_09_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <p>Having been condemned by nature and fortune to an active and restless life,
                        in two months after my return I again left my native country, and took
                        shipping in the Downs on the 20th day of June, 1702, in the Adventure,
                        Captain John Nicholas, a <ref target="Cornishman_" corresp="Cornishman">Cornishman</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Cornishman" target="Cornishman_">A man
                            from the Southwest county of Cornwall in the United Kingdom. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                        </note>, Commander, bound for Surat. We had a very prosperous gale till we
                        arrived at the Cape of Good Hope, where we landed for fresh water, but
                        discovering a leak we unshipped our goods and wintered there; for the
                        Captain falling sick of an <ref target="ague_" corresp="ague">ague</ref>
                                <note xml:id="ague" target="ague_">Ague is derived from the
                            old French word Aguë which meant "acute fever." So ague describes
                            diseases such as malaria that cause high fevers. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary.</hi> It is worth noting
                            that Gulliver, the ship's doctor, witnesses a lot of illness among the
                            crews whose health he is in charge of overseeing.</note>, we could not
                        leave the Cape till the end of March. We then set sail, and had a good
                        voyage till we passed the Straits of Madagascar; but having got northward of
                        that island, and to about five degrees south latitude, the winds, which in
                        those seas are observed to blow a <pb n="88"/> constant equal gale between
                        the north and west from the beginning of December to the beginning of May,
                        on the 19th of April began to blow with much greater violence, and more
                        westerly than usual, continuing so for twenty days together, during which
                        time we were driven a little to the east of the <ref target="Molucca_" corresp="Molucca">Molucca Islands</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Molucca" target="Molucca_">The "Molucca" Islands, now generally called the Maluku
                            Islands, form an archipelago of more than 1000 islands in the eastern
                            part of modern Indonesia. <lb/>
                            <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/notes/Maluku.png"/>
                            <lb/>Image source: Wikimedia Commons</note>, and about three degrees
                        northward of the Line, as our Captain found by an observation he took the
                        2nd of May, at which time the wind ceased, and it was a perfect calm,
                        whereat I was not a little rejoiced. But he, being a man well experienced in
                        the navigation of those seas, bid us all prepare against a storm, which
                        accordingly happened the day following: for a southern wind, called the
                        southern monsoon, began to set in. </p>
                    <lb/>

                    <p>
                                <ref target="Finding_" corresp="Finding">Finding</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Finding" target="Finding_">In this paragraph, Swift makes use of many nautical
                            terms to the point of excess. He is most likely trying to poke fun at
                            the travel narratives of the time which were often filled with obscure
                            nautical terminology and jargon.</note> it was likely to overblow, we
                        took in our spritsail, and stood by to hand the foresail; but making foul
                        weather, we looked the guns were all fast, and handed the mizzen. The ship
                        lay very broad off, so we thought it better spooning before the sea, than
                        trying or hulling. We reefed the foresail and set him, we hauled aft the
                        foresheet; the helm was hard aweather. The ship wore bravely. We belayed the
                        fore-down-haul; but the sail was split, and we hauled down the yard, and got
                        the sail into the ship, and unbound all the things clear of it. It was a
                        very fierce storm; the sea broke strange and dangerous. We hauled off upon
                        the lanyard of the whipstaff, and helped the man at helm. We would not get
                        down our topmast, but let all stand, because she scudded before the sea very
                        well, and we knew that the topmast <pb n="89"/> being aloft, the ship was
                        the wholesomer, and made better way through the sea, seeing we had sea room.
                        When the storm was over, we set foresail and mainsail, and brought the ship
                        to: then we set the mizzen, main-topsail, and the fore-topsail. Our course
                        was east northeast, the wind was at southwest. We got the starboard tacks
                        aboard; we cast off our weather-braces and lifts; we set in the leebraces,
                        and hauled forward by the weatherbowlings, and hauled them tight, and
                        belayed them, and hauled over the mizzen tack to windward, and kept her full
                        and by as near as she would lie. </p>
                    <p>During this storm, which was followed by a strong wind west southwest, we
                        were carried by my computation about five hundred leagues to the east, so
                        that the oldest sailor on board could not tell in what part of the world we
                        were. Our provisions held out well, our ship was staunch, and our crew all
                        in good health; but we lay in the utmost distress for water. We thought it
                        best to hold on the same course, rather than turn more northerly, which
                        might have brought us to the northwest parts of Great Tartary, and into the
                        frozen sea. </p>
                    <p>On the 16th day of June, 1703, a boy on the topmost discovered land. On the
                        17th we came in full view of a great island or continent (for we knew not
                        which) on the south side whereof was a small neck of land jutting out into
                        the sea, and a creek too shallow to hold a ship of above one hundred tons.
                        We cast anchor within a league of this creek, and our Captain sent a dozen
                        of his men well armed in the <ref target="longboat_" corresp="longboat">longboat</ref>
                                <note xml:id="longboat" target="longboat_">A longboat is
                            one of the many boats that were carried along bigger sailing ships, such
                            as a man-of-war ship. Longboats were manned by men with oars (usually
                            about eight or ten men). They were used to bring sailors from the main
                            ship to the beach, as often the main ship was too big to dock by the
                            beach. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>,
                        with vessels for water if <pb n="90"/> any could be found. I desired his
                        leave to go with them, that I might see the country, and make what
                        discoveries I could. When we came to land we saw no river or spring, nor any
                        sign of inhabitants. Our men therefore wandered on the shore to find out
                        some fresh water near the sea, and I walked alone about a mile on the other
                        side, where I observed the country all barren and rocky. I now began to be
                        weary, and seeing nothing to entertain my curiosity, I returned gently down
                        towards the creek; and the sea being full in my view, I saw our men already
                        got into the boat, and rowing for life to the ship. I was going to halloo
                        after them, although it had been to little purpose, when I observed a huge
                        creature walking after them in the sea, as fast as he could: he waded not
                        much deeper than his knees, and took prodigious strides: but our men had the
                        start of him half a league, and the sea thereabouts being full of
                        sharp-pointed rocks, the monster was not able to overtake the boat. This I
                        was afterwards told, for I dared not stay to see the issue of that
                        adventure; but ran as fast as I could the way I first went, and then climbed
                        up a steep hill, which gave me some prospect of the country. I found it
                        fully cultivated; but that which first surprised me was the length of the
                        grass, which in those grounds that seemed to be kept for hay, was about
                        twenty feet high. </p>
                    <p>I fell into a high road, for so I took it to be, though it served to the
                        inhabitants only as a footpath through a field of barley. Here I walked on
                        for some time, but could see little on either side, it <pb n="91"/> being
                        now near harvest, and the corn rising at least forty feet. I was an hour
                        walking to the end of this field, which was fenced in with a hedge of at
                        least one hundred and twenty feet high, and the trees so lofty that I could
                        make no computation of their altitude. There was a <ref target="stile_" corresp="stile">stile</ref>
                                <note xml:id="stile" target="stile_">A
                            structure of steps that allows for passage over fences and hedges.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> to pass
                        from this field into the next. It had four steps, and a stone to cross over
                        when you came to the uppermost. It was impossible for me to climb this
                        stile, because every step was six feet high, and the upper stone above
                        twenty. I was endeavoring to find some gap in the hedge, when I discovered
                        one of the inhabitants in the next field, advancing towards the stile, of
                        the same size with him whom I saw in the sea pursuing our boat. He appeared
                        as tall as an ordinary spire steeple, and took about ten yards at every
                        stride, as near as I could guess. I was struck with the utmost fear and
                        astonishment, and ran to hide myself in the corn, from whence I saw him at
                        the top of the stile, looking back into the next field on the right hand,
                        and heard him call in a voice many degrees louder than a speaking trumpet:
                        but the noise was so high in the air, that at first I certainly thought it
                        was thunder. Whereupon seven monsters like himself came towards him with
                        reaping hooks in their hands, each hook about the size of six scythes. These
                        people were not so well clad as the first, whose servants or laborers they
                        seemed to be. For upon some words he spoke, they went to reap the corn in
                        the field where I lay. I kept from them at as great a distance as I could,
                        but was forced to move with extreme difficulty, for the stalks <pb n="92"/>
                        of the corn were sometimes not above a foot distant, so that I could hardly
                        squeeze my body between them. However, I made a shift to go forward till I
                        came to a part of the field where the corn had been laid by the rain and
                        wind. Here it was impossible for me to advance a step; for the stalks were
                        so interwoven that I could not creep through, and the beards of the fallen
                        ears so strong and pointed that they pierced through my clothes into my
                        flesh. At the same time I heard the reapers not above a hundred yards behind
                        me. Being quite dispirited with toil, and wholly overcome by grief and
                        despair, I lay down between two ridges, and heartily wished I might there
                        end my days. I bemoaned my desolate widow, and fatherless children. I
                        lamented my own folly and willfulness in attempting a second voyage against
                        the advice of all my friends and relations. In this terrible agitation of
                        mind I could not forbear thinking of Lilliput, whose inhabitants looked upon
                        me as the greatest prodigy that ever appeared in the world; where I was able
                        to draw an Imperial Fleet in my hand, and perform those other actions which
                        will be recorded forever in the chronicles of that empire, while posterity
                        shall hardly believe them, although attested by millions. I reflected what a
                        mortification it must prove to me to appear as inconsiderable in this nation
                        as one single Lilliputian would be among us. But this I conceived was to be
                        the least of my misfortunes: for as human creatures are observed to be more
                        savage and cruel in proportion to their bulk, what could I expect but to be
                        a morsel in the <pb n="93"/> mouth of the first among these enormous
                        barbarians that should happen to seize me? Undoubtedly philosophers are in
                        the right when they tell us, that nothing is great or little otherwise than
                        by comparison. It might have pleased fortune to let the Lilliputians find
                        some nation, where the people were as diminutive with respect to them, as
                        they were to me. And who knows but that even this prodigious race of mortals
                        might be equally overmatched in some distant part of the world, whereof we
                        have yet no discovery? </p>
                    <p>Scared and confounded as I was, I could not forbear going on with these
                        reflections, when one of the reapers approaching within ten yards of the
                        ridge where I lay, made me apprehend that with the next step I should be
                        squashed to death under his foot, or cut in two with his reaping hook. And
                        therefore when he was again about to move, I screamed as loud as fear could
                        make me. Whereupon the huge creature trod short, and looking round about
                        under him for some time, at last espied me as I lay on the ground. He
                        considered a while with the caution of one who endeavors to lay hold on a
                        small dangerous animal in such a manner that it shall not be able either to
                        scratch or to bite him, as I myself have sometimes done with a weasel in
                        England. At length he ventured to take me up behind by the middle between
                        his forefinger and thumb, and brought me within three yards of his eyes,
                        that he might behold my shape more perfectly. I guessed his meaning, and my
                        good fortune gave me so much presence of mind, that I resolved not <pb n="94"/> to struggle in the least as he held me in the air about sixty
                        feet from the ground, although he <ref target="grievously_" corresp="grievously">grievously</ref>
                                <note xml:id="grievously" target="grievously_">Very severely, even painfully.</note> pinched my
                        sides, for fear I should slip through his fingers. All I ventured was to
                        raise my eyes towards the sun, and place my hands together in a <ref target="supplicating_" corresp="supplicating">supplicating
                            posture</ref>
                                <note xml:id="supplicating" target="supplicating_">The act
                            of begging (often used in a religious context) that is often marked by
                            being down on one's knees with palms facing towards the sky. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, and to speak
                        some words in a humble melancholy tone, suitable to the condition I then was
                        in. For I apprehended every moment that he would dash me against the ground,
                        as we usually do any little hateful animal which we have a mind to destroy.
                        But my good star would have it, that he appeared pleased with my voice and
                        gestures, and began to look upon me as a curiosity, much wondering to hear
                        me pronounce articulate words, although he could not understand them. In the
                        meantime I was not able to forbear groaning and shedding tears, and turning
                        my head towards my sides; letting him know, as well as I could, how cruelly
                        I was hurt by the pressure of his thumb and finger. He seemed to apprehend
                        my meaning; for, lifting up the <ref target="lappet_" corresp="lappet">lappet</ref>
                                <note xml:id="lappet" target="lappet_">Lapel or a flap in a
                            garmet. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>
                        of his coat, he put me gently into it, and immediately ran along with me to
                        his master, who was a substantial farmer, and the same person I had first
                        seen in the field. </p>
                    <p>The farmer having (as I supposed by their talk) received such an account of
                        me as his servant could give him, took a piece of a small straw, about the
                        size of a walking staff, and therewith lifted up the lappets of my coat;
                        which it seems he thought to be some kind of covering that nature had given
                        me. He blew my hair aside to take a better view of my face. He called his
                            <ref target="hinds_" corresp="hinds">hinds</ref>
                                <note xml:id="hinds" target="hinds_">Laborers or workers. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> about him, and asked them (as <pb n="95"/> I afterwards learned) whether they had ever seen in the fields
                        any little creature that resembled me. He then placed me softly on the
                        ground upon all four, but I got immediately up, and walked slowly backwards
                        and forwards, to let those people see I had no intent to run away. They all
                        sat down in a circle about me, the better to observe my motions. I pulled
                        off my hat, and made a low bow towards the farmer. I fell on my knees, and
                        lifted up my hands and eyes, and spoke several words as loud as I could: I
                        took a purse of gold out of my pocket, and humbly presented it to him. He
                        received it on the palm of his hand, then applied it close to his eye, to
                        see what it was, and afterwards turned it several times with the point of a
                        pin (which he took out of his sleeve), but could make nothing of it.
                        Whereupon I made a sign that he should place his hand on the ground. I took
                        the purse, and opening it, poured all the gold into his palm. There were
                            <ref target="pistoles_" corresp="pistoles">six Spanish pieces of four
                            pistoles each</ref>
                                <note xml:id="pistoles" target="pistoles_">"Pistole"
                            was a word used to refer to a number of different kinds of gold coins in
                            this period; they would have been comparatively valuable simply because
                            they were gold. The joke is that Gulliver is trying in effect to buy his
                            freedom with coins so tiny as to be completely worthless in this
                            land.</note>, beside twenty or thirty smaller coins. I saw him wet the
                        tip of his little finger upon his tongue, and take up one of my largest
                        pieces, and then another, but he seemed to be wholly ignorant what they
                        were. He made me a sign to put them again into my purse, and the purse again
                        into my pocket, which after offering to him several times, I thought it best
                        to do. </p>
                    <p>The farmer by this time was convinced I must be a rational creature. He spoke
                        often to me, but the sound of his voice pierced my ears like that of a water
                        mill, yet his words were articulate enough. <pb n="96"/> I answered as loud
                        as I could, in several languages, and he often laid his ear within two yards
                        of me, but all in vain, for we were wholly unintelligible to each other. He
                        then sent his servants to their work, and taking his handkerchief out of his
                        pocket, he doubled and spread it on his left hand, which he placed flat on
                        the ground, with the palm upwards, making me a sign to step into it, as I
                        could easily do, for it was not above a foot in thickness. I thought it my
                        part to obey, and for fear of falling, laid myself at length upon the
                        handkerchief, with the remainder of which he lapped me up to the head for
                        further security, and in this manner carried me home to his house. There he
                        called his wife, and showed me to her; but she screamed and ran back, as
                        women in England do at the sight of a toad or a spider. However, when she
                        had a while seen my behavior, and how well I observed the signs her husband
                        made, she was soon reconciled, and by degrees grew extremely tender of me. </p>
                    <p>It was about twelve at noon, and a servant brought in dinner. It was only one
                        substantial dish of meat (fit for the plain condition of an husbandman) in a
                        dish of about twenty-four feet in diameter. The company were the farmer and
                        his wife, three children, and an old grandmother. When they sat down, the
                        farmer placed me at some distance from him on the table, which was thirty
                        feet high from the floor. I was in a terrible fright, and kept as far as I
                        could from the edge for fear of falling. The wife minced a bit of meat, <pb n="97"/> then crumbled some bread on a <ref target="trencher_" corresp="trencher">trencher</ref>
                                <note xml:id="trencher" target="trencher_">A trencher is a flat piece of wood or a flat piece of
                            bread that was used as a plate during a meal. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, and placed it before me. I
                        made her a low bow, took out my knife and fork, and fell to eating, which
                        gave them exceeding delight. The mistress sent her maid for a small <ref target="dram_" corresp="dram">dram cup</ref>
                                <note xml:id="dram" target="dram_">A dram is a unit of measurement defined as about 3.5ml of
                            fluid, but of course in this world, a "dram cup" holds vastly more than
                            that. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>,
                        which held about three gallons, and filled it with drink; I took up the
                        vessel with much difficulty in both hands, and in a most respectful manner
                        drank to her ladyship's health, expressing the words as loud as I could in
                        English, which made the company laugh so heartily, that I was almost
                        deafened with the noise. This liquor tasted like a small cider, and was not
                        unpleasant. Then the master made me a sign to come to his trencher side; but
                        as I walked on the table, being in great surprise all the time, as the
                        indulgent reader will easily conceive and excuse, I happened to stumble
                        against a crust, and fell flat on my face, but received no hurt. I got up
                        immediately, and observing the good people to be in much concern, I took my
                        hat (which I held under my arm out of good manners) and waving it over my
                        head, made three huzzas, to show I had gotten no mischief by my fall. But
                        advancing forwards toward my master (as I shall henceforth call him), his
                        youngest son who sat next him, an <ref target="arch_" corresp="arch">arch</ref>
                                <note xml:id="arch" target="arch_">Mischevious. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> boy of about ten
                        years old, took me up by the legs, and held me so high in the air, that I
                        trembled every limb; but his father snatched me from him, and at the same
                        time gave him such a <ref target="box_" corresp="box">box on the left
                            ear</ref>
                                <note xml:id="box" target="box_">To box someone's ear means to
                            slap them on the side of the head. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, as would have felled an European
                        troop of horse to the earth, ordering him to be taken from the table. But
                        being afraid the boy might owe me a spite, and well <pb n="98"/> remembering
                        how mischievous all children among us naturally are to sparrows, rabbits,
                        young kittens, and puppy dogs, I fell on my knees, and pointing to the boy,
                        made my master to understand, as well as I could, that I desired his son
                        might be pardoned. The father complied, and the lad took his seat again;
                        whereupon I went to him and kissed his hand, which my master took, and made
                        him stroke me gently with it. </p>
                    <p>In the midst of dinner, my mistress' favorite cat leaped into her lap. I
                        heard a noise behind me like that of a dozen stocking-weavers at work; and
                        turning my head, I found it proceeded from the purring of this animal, who
                        seemed to be three times larger than an ox, as I computed by the view of her
                        head, and one of her paws, while her mistress was feeding and stroking her.
                        The fierceness of this creature's countenance altogether discomposed me;
                        though I stood at the farther end of the table, above fifty feet off and
                        although my mistress held her fast for fear she might give a spring, and
                        seize me in her talons. But it happened there was no danger; for the cat
                        took not the least notice of me when my master placed me within three yards
                        of her. And as I have been always told, and found true by experience in my
                        travels, that flying, or discovering fear way to make it pursue or attack
                        you, so I resolved in this dangerous juncture to show no manner of concern.
                        I walked with intrepidity five or six times before the very head of the cat,
                        and came within half a yard of her; whereupon she drew herself back, as if
                        she <pb n="99"/> were more afraid of me: I had less apprehension concerning
                        the dogs, whereof three or four came into the room, as it is usual in
                        farmers' houses; one of which was a mastiff, equal in bulk to four
                        elephants, and a greyhound, somewhat taller than the mastiff, but not so
                        large. </p>
                    <p>When dinner was almost done, the nurse came in with a Child of a year old in
                        her arms, who immediately spied me, and began a squall that you might have
                        heard from <ref target="Chelsea_" corresp="Chelsea">London Bridge to
                            Chelsea</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Chelsea" target="Chelsea_">A distance of
                            about five miles.</note>, after the usual <ref target="oratory_" corresp="oratory">oratory</ref>
                                <note xml:id="oratory" target="oratory_">Speaking, or in the case of an infant, probably screaming. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>. Gulliver is being a
                            little sarcastic.</note> of infants, to get me for a plaything. The
                        mother out of pure indulgence took me up, and put me towards the child, who
                        presently seized me by the middle, and got my head in his mouth, where I
                        roared so loud that the urchin was frightened, and let me drop; and I should
                        infallibly have broken my neck if the mother had not held her apron under
                        me. The nurse to quiet her babe made use of a rattle, which was a kind of
                        hollow vessel filled with great stones, and fastened by a cable to the
                        childs waist: but all in vain, so that she was forced to apply the last
                        remedy by giving it suck. I must confess no object ever disgusted me so much
                        as the sight of her monstrous breast, which I cannot tell what to compare
                        with, so as to give the curious reader an idea of its bulk, shape and color.
                        It stood prominent six feet, and could not be less than sixteen in
                        circumference. The nipple was about half the size of my head, and the hue
                        both of that and the <ref target="dug_" corresp="dug">dug</ref>
                                <note xml:id="dug" target="dug_">Nipple. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> so varified with spots, pimples and
                        freckles, that nothing could appear more nauseous: for I had a near sight of
                        her, she <pb n="100"/> sitting down the more conveniently to give suck, and
                        I standing on the table. This made me reflect upon the fair skins of our
                        English ladies, who appear so beautiful to us, only because they are of our
                        own size, and their defects not to be seen but through a magnifying glass,
                        where we find by experiment that the smoothest and whitest skins look rough
                        and coarse, and ill colored. </p>
                    <p>I remember when I was at Lilliput, the complexion of those diminutive people
                        appeared to me the fairest in the world; and talking upon this subject with
                        a person of learning there, who was an intimate friend of mine, he said that
                        my face appeared much fairer and smoother when he looked on me from the
                        ground, than it did upon a nearer view when I took him up in my hand and
                        brought him close, which he confessed was at first a very shocking sight. He
                        said he could discover great holes in my skin; that the stumps of my beard
                        were ten times stronger than the bristles of a boar, and my complexion made
                        up of several colors altogether disagreeable: although I must beg leave to
                        say for myself, that I am as fair as most of my sex and country, and very
                        little sunburned by all my travels. On the other side, <ref target="discoursing_" corresp="discoursing">Discoursing</ref>
                                <note xml:id="discoursing" target="discoursing_">Speaking about. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> of the ladies in
                        that Emperor's court, he used to tell me, one had freckles, another too wide
                        a mouth, a third too large a nose, nothing of which I was able to
                        distinguish. I confess this reflection was obvious enough; which however I
                        could not forbear, lest the reader might think those vast creatures were
                        actually deformed: for I must do them justice to say <pb n="101"/> they are
                        a <ref target="comely_" corresp="comely">comely</ref>
                                <note xml:id="comely" target="comely_">Attractive or agreeable. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> race of people; and
                        particularly the features of my master's countenance, although he were but a
                        farmer, when I beheld him from the height of sixty feet, appeared very well
                        proportioned. </p>
                    <p>When dinner was done, my master went out to his laborers, and as I could
                        discover by his voice and gesture, gave his wife a strict charge to take
                        care of me. I was very much tired, and disposed to sleep, which my mistress
                        perceiving, she put me on her own bed, and covered me with a clean white
                        handkerchief, larger and coarser than the mainsail of a man of war. </p>
                    <p>I slept about two hours, and dreamed I was at home with my wife and children,
                        which aggravated my sorrows when I awakened and found myself alone in a vast
                        room, between two and three hundred feet wide, and above two hundred high,
                        lying in a bed twenty yards wide. My mistress was gone about her household
                        affairs, and had locked me in. The bed was eight yards from the floor. Some
                        natural necessities required me to get down; I dare not presume to call, and
                        if I had, it would have been in vain, with such a voice as mine, at so great
                        a distance from the room where I lay to the kitchen where the family kept.
                        While I was under these circumstances, two rats crept up the curtains, and
                        ran smelling backwards and forwards on the bed. One of them came up almost
                        to my face, <pb n="102"/> whereupon I rose in a fright, and drew out my <ref target="hanger_" corresp="hanger">hanger</ref>
                                <note xml:id="hanger" target="hanger_">A short, usually curved sword. They were called
                            "hangers" because they were hung from a belt. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                        </note> to defend myself. These horrible animals had the boldness to attack
                        me on both sides, and one of them held his fore-feet at my collar; but I had
                        the good fortune to rip up his belly before he could do me any mischief. He
                        fell down at my feet, and the other, seeing the fate of his comrade, made
                        his escape, but not without one good wound on the back, which I gave him as
                        he fled, and made the blood run trickling from him. After this exploit, I
                        walked gently to and fro on the bed, to recover my breath and loss of
                        spirits. These creatures were of the size of a large mastiff, but infinitely
                        more nimble and fierce, so that if I had taken off my belt before I went to
                        sleep, I must have infallibly been torn to pieces and devoured. I measured
                        the tail of the dead rat, and found it to be two yards long, wanting an
                        inch; but it went against my stomach to drag the carcass off the bed, where
                        it lay still bleeding; I observed it had yet some life, but with a strong
                        slash cross the neck, I thoroughly dispatched it. </p>
                    <p>Soon after my mistress came into the room, who seeing me all bloody, ran and
                        took me up in her hand. I pointed to the dead rat, smiling and making other
                        signs to show I was not hurt, whereat she was extremely rejoiced, calling
                        the maid to take up the dead rat with a pair of tongs, and throw it out of
                        the window. Then she set me on a table, where I showed her my hanger all
                        bloody, and wiping it on the lappet of my coat, returned it to the scabbard.
                        I was pressed to do more than one thing, which <pb n="103"/> another could
                        not do for me, and therefore endeavored to make my mistress understand that
                        I desired to be set down on the floor; which after she had done, my
                        bashfulness would not suffer me to express myself farther than by pointing
                        to the door, and bowing several times. The good woman with much difficulty
                        at last perceived what I would be at, and taking me up again in her hand,
                        walked into the garden, where she set me down. I went on one side about two
                        hundred yards, and beckoning to her not to look or to follow me, I hid
                        myself between two leaves of sorrel and there discharged the necessities of
                        nature. </p>
                    <p>I hope the gentle reader will excuse me for dwelling on these and the like
                        particulars, which however insignificant they may appear to grovelling
                        vulgar minds, yet will certainly help a philosopher to enlarge his thoughts
                        and imagination, and apply them to the benefit of public as well as private
                        life, which was my sole design in presenting this and other accounts of my
                        travels to the world; wherein I have been chiefly studious of truth, without
                        affecting any ornaments of learning or of style. But the whole scene of this
                        voyage made so strong an impression on my mind, and is so deeply fixed in my
                        memory, that in committing it to paper I did not omit one material
                        circumstance: however, upon a strict review, I blotted out several passages
                        of less moment which were in my first copy, for fear of being censured as
                        tedious and trifling, whereof travelers are often, perhaps not without
                        justice, accused. <pb n="104"/>
                    </p>
                </div>

                <lb/>
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                    <head>CHAPTER II</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italics">A Description of the farmer's daughter. The Author
                            carried to a market-town, and then to the metropolis. The particulars of
                            his journey.</hi>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <ref target="Audio10_" corresp="Audio10">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio10" target="Audio10_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_10_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <p>My mistress had a daughter of nine years old, a child of forward parts for
                        her age, very dextrous at her needle, and skillful in dressing her baby. Her
                        mother and she contrived to fit up the baby's cradle for me against night:
                        the cradle was put into a small drawer of a cabinet, and the drawer placed
                        upon a hanging shelf for fear of the rats. This was my bed all the time I
                        stayed with those people, though made more convenient by degrees, as I began
                        to learn their language, and make my wants known. This young girl was so
                        handy, that after I had once or twice pulled off my clothes before her, she
                        was able to dress and undress me, though I never gave her that trouble when
                        she would let me do either myself. She made me seven shirts, and some other
                        linen, of as fine cloth as could be got, which indeed was coarser than
                        sackcloth; and these she constantly washed for me with her own hands. She
                        was likewise my school mistress to teach me the language: when I pointed to
                        anything, she told me the name of it in her own tongue, so that in a few
                        days I was able to call for whatever I had a mind to. She was very
                        good-natured, and not above forty feet high, being little for her age. She
                        gave me the name of Grildrig, which the family took up, and afterwards the
                        whole kingdom. <pb n="105"/> The word imports what the Latins call <hi rend="italics">nanunculus </hi>the Italians <hi rend="italics">homunceletino</hi>, and the English <hi rend="italics">mannikin</hi>.
                        To her I chiefly owe my preservation in that country: we never parted while
                        I was there; I called her my Glumdalclitch, or little nurse: and I should be
                        guilty of great ingratitude if I omitted this honorable mention of her care
                        and affection towards me, which I heartily wish it lay in my power to <ref target="requite_" corresp="requite">requite</ref>
                                <note xml:id="requite" target="requite_">To repay. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> as she deserves, instead of being the
                        innocent but unhappy instrument of her disgrace, as I have too much reason
                        to fear. </p>
                    <p>It now began to be known and talked of in the neighborhood, that my master
                        had found a strange animal in the field, about the bigness of a splacknuck,
                        but exactly shaped in every part like a human creature; which it likewise
                        imitated in all its actions; seemed to speak in a little language of its
                        own, had already learned several words of theirs, went erect upon two legs,
                        was tame and gentle, would come when it was called, do whatever it was bid,
                        had the finest limbs in the world, and a complexion fairer than a nobleman's
                        daughter of three years old. Another farmer who lived hard by, and was a
                        particular friend of my master, came on a visit on purpose to inquire into
                        the truth of this story. I was immediately produced, and placed upon a
                        table, where I walked as I was commanded, drew my hanger, put it up again,
                        made my reverence to my master's guest, asked him in his own language how he
                        did, and told him he was welcome, just as my little nurse had instructed me.
                        This man, who was old and dim-sighted, put on his spectacles to behold <pb n="106"/> me better, at which I could not forbear laughing very
                        heartily, for his eyes appeared like the full moon shining into a chamber at
                        two windows. Our people, who discovered the cause of my mirth, bore me
                        company in laughing, at which the old fellow was fool enough to be angry and
                        out of countenance. He had the character of a great miser, and to my
                        misfortune he well deserved it, by the cursed advice he gave my master to
                        show me as a sight upon a market day in the next town, which was half an
                        hour's riding, about twenty-two miles from our house. I guessed there was
                        some mischief contriving, when I observed my master and his friend
                        whispering long together, sometimes pointing at me; and my fears made me
                        fancy that I overheard and understood some of their words. But the next
                        morning Glumdalclitch, my little nurse, told me the whole matter, which she
                        had cunningly picked out from her mother. The poor girl laid me on her
                        bosom, and fell weeping with shame and grief. She apprehended some mischief
                        would happen to me from rude vulgar folks, who might squeeze me to death, or
                        break one of my limbs by taking me in their hands. She had also observed how
                        modest I was in my nature, how nicely I regarded my honor, and what an
                        indignity I should conceive it to be exposed for money as a public spectacle
                        to the meanest of the people. She said, her papa and mamma had promised that
                        Grildrig should be hers, but now she found they meant to serve her as they
                        did last year, when they pretended to give her a lamb, and yet, as soon as
                        it was fat, <pb n="107"/> sold it to a butcher. For my own part, I may truly
                        affirm that I was less concerned than my nurse. I had a strong hope which
                        never left me, that I should one day recover my liberty; and as to the <ref target="ignominy_" corresp="ignominy">ignominy</ref>
                                <note xml:id="ignominy" target="ignominy_">Shame. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> of being carried about for a
                        monster, I considered myself to be a perfect stranger in the country, and
                        that such a misfortune could never be charged upon me as a reproach, if ever
                        I should return to England; since the King of Great Britain himself, in my
                        condition, must have undergone the same distress. </p>
                    <p>My master, <ref target="pursuant_" corresp="pursuant">pursuant</ref>
                                <note xml:id="pursuant" target="pursuant_">In accordance with. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> to the advice of
                        his friend, carried me in a box the next market day to the neighboring town,
                        and took along with him his little daughter, my nurse, upon a <ref target="pillion_" corresp="pillion">pillion</ref>
                                <note xml:id="pillion" target="pillion_">A seat or bench behind the main driver's seat. Source
                                <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> behind him.
                        The box was close on every side, with a little door for me to go in and out,
                        and a few <ref target="gilmet_" corresp="gimlet">gimlet</ref>
                                <note xml:id="gimlet" target="gimlet_">A gimlet is a hand tool for boring
                            holes into wood. Here, Gulliver is saying that the Brobdignagian drilled
                            some air holes with a gimlet, probably one like the tool depicted here.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                    <lb/>
                            <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/notes/gimlet.jpg"/>
                                    <lb/>Image source: Wikimedia Commons </note> holes to let in air. The
                        girl had been so careful to put the quilt of her baby's bed into it, for me
                        to lie down on. However, I was terribly shaken and discomposed in this
                        journey, though it were but of half an hour. For the horse went about forty
                        feet at every step, and trotted so high, that the agitation was equal to the
                        rising and falling of a ship in a great storm, but much more frequent. Our
                        journey was somewhat further than from <ref target="journey_" corresp="journey">London to St. Albans</ref>
                                <note xml:id="journey" target="journey_">A distance of about twenty miles.</note>. My master
                        alighted at an inn which he used to frequent; and after consulting a while
                        with the inn-keeper, and making some necessary preparations, he hired the
                        Grultrud, or crier, to give notice <pb n="108"/> through the town of a
                        strange creature to be seen at the Sign of the Green Eagle, not so big as a
                        splacknuck (an animal in that country very finely shaped, about six foot
                        long) and in every part of the body resembling a human creature, could speak
                        several words, and perform a hundred diverting tricks. </p>
                    <p>I was placed upon a table in the largest room of the inn, which might be near
                        three hundred feet square. My little nurse stood on a low stool close to the
                        table, to take care of me, and direct what I should do. My master, to avoid
                        a crowd, would suffer only thirty people at a time to see me. I walked about
                        on the table as the girl commanded: she asked me questions as far as she
                        knew my understanding of the language reached, and I answered them as loud
                        as I could. I turned about several times to the company, paid my humble
                        respects, said they were welcome, and used some other speeches I had been
                        taught. I took up a thimble filled with liquor, which Glumdalclitch had
                        given me for a cup, and drank their health. I drew out my hanger, and
                        flourished it after the manner of fencers in England. My nurse gave me part
                        of a straw, which I exercised as a pike, having learned the art in my youth.
                        I was that day shown to twelve sets of company, and as often forced to go
                        over again with the same <ref target="fopperies_" corresp="fopperies">fopperies</ref>
                                <note xml:id="fopperies" target="fopperies_">Foolishness. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                            Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, till I was half dead with weariness and <ref target="vexation_" corresp="vexation">vexation</ref>
                                <note xml:id="vexation" target="vexation_">distress or anxiety </note>. For
                        those who had seen me made such wonderful reports, that the people were
                        ready to break down the doors to come in. My master for his own interest
                        would not suffer any one to touch me except my nurse; and, to prevent
                        danger, <pb n="109"/> benches were set around the table at such a distance
                        as put me out of everybody's reach. However, an unlucky schoolboy aimed a
                        hazel nut directly at my head, which very narrowly missed me; otherwise, it
                        came with so much violence, that it would have infallibly knocked out my
                        brains, for it was almost as large as a small <ref target="pumpion-" corresp="pumpion">pumpion</ref>
                                <note xml:id="pumpion" target="pumpion_">An archaic word for pumpkin.</note>: but I had the satisfaction to see
                        the young rogue well beaten, and turned out of the room. </p>
                    <p>My master gave public notice that he would show me again the next market day,
                        and in the meantime he prepared a more convenient vehicle for me, which he
                        had reason enough to do; for I was so tired with my first journey, and with
                        entertaining company for eight hours together, that I could hardly stand
                        upon my legs or speak a word. It was at least three days before I recovered
                        my strength; and that I might have no rest at home, all the neighboring
                        gentlemen from a hundred miles around, hearing of my fame, came to see me at
                        my master's own house. There could not be fewer than thirty persons with
                        their wives and children (for the country is very populous); and my master
                        demanded the rate of a full room whenever he showed me at home, although it
                        were only to a single family; so that for some time I had but little ease
                        every day of the week (except Wednesday, which is their Sabbath) although I
                        were not carried to the town. </p>
                    <p>My master, finding how profitable I was likely to be, resolved to carry me to
                        the most considerable cities of the kingdom. Having therefore <pb n="110"/>
                        provided himself with all things necessary for a long journey, and settled
                        his affairs at home, he took leave of his wife, and upon the 17th of August,
                        1703, about two months after my arrival, we set out for the metropolis,
                        situated near the middle of that empire, and about three thousand miles
                        distance from our house. My master made his daughter Glumdalclitch ride
                        behind him. She carried me on her lap in a box tied about her waist. The
                        girl had lined it on all sides with the softest cloth she could get, well
                        quilted underneath, furnished it with her baby's bed, provided me with linen
                        and other necessaries, and made everything as convenient as she could. We
                        had no other company but a boy of the house, who rode after us with the
                        luggage. </p>
                    <p>My master's design was to show me in all the towns by the way, and to step
                        out of the road for fifty or a hundred miles, to any village or person of
                        quality's house where he might expect custom. We made easy journeys of not
                        above <ref target="score_" corresp="score">seven or eight score
                            miles</ref>
                                <note xml:id="score" target="score_">A "score" is 20, so they
                            would have travelled something like 140 to 160 miles a day. This was
                            much more than anyone could plausibly travel in the early eighteenth
                            century, when a good day's journey on horseback or coach would be more
                            like 30 miles.</note> a day: for Glumdalclitch, on purpose to spare me,
                        complained she was tired with the trotting of the horse. She often took me
                        out of my box at my own desire, to give me air and show me the country, but
                        always held me fast by a leading string. We passed over five or six rivers
                        many degrees broader and deeper than the Nile or the Ganges; and there was
                        hardly a rivulet so small as the Thames at London Bridge. We were ten weeks
                        in our journey, and I was shown in eighteen large towns besides many
                        villages and private families. <pb n="111"/>
                    </p>
                    <lb/>
                    <lb/>
                    <p>On the 26th day of October, we arrived at the metropolis, called in their
                        language Lorbrulgrud, or Pride of the Universe. My master took a lodging in
                        the principal street of the city, not far from the royal palace, and put out
                        bills in the usual form, containing an exact description of my person and
                        parts. He hired a large room between three and four hundred feet wide. He
                        provided a table sixty feet in diameter, upon which I was to act my part,
                        and <ref target="palisadoed_" corresp="palisadoed">palisadoed</ref>
                                <note xml:id="palisadoed" target="palisadoed_">Enclosed; fenced in. Source:
                                <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> it around
                        three feet from the edge, and as many high, to prevent my falling over. I
                        was shown ten times a day to the wonder and satisfaction of all people. I
                        could now speak the language tolerably well, and perfectly understood every
                        word that was spoken to me. Besides, I had learned their alphabet, and could
                        make a shift to explain a sentence here and there; for Glumdalclitch had
                        been my instructor while we were at home, and at leisure hours during our
                        journey. She carried a little book in her pocket, not much larger than a
                            <ref target="Sanson_" corresp="Sanson">Sanson's Atlas</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Sanson" target="Sanson_">Nicholas Sanson was a French
                            cartographer who created multiple atlases. These would have been large
                            books in Europe, folio sized volumes around 19 x 12 inches; in
                            Brobdignag, such a large book fits into a child's pocket.</note>; it was
                        a common treatise for the use of young girls, giving a short account of
                        their religion: out of this she taught me my letters, and interpreted the
                        words. <pb n="112"/>
                    </p>
                </div>

                <lb/>
                <div type="chapter" n="3">
                    <head>CHAPTER III</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italics">The Author sent for to court. The Queen buys him of his
                            master, the farmer, and presents hint to the King. He disputes with his
                            Majesty's great scholars. An apartment at court provided for the Author.
                            He is in high favour with the Queen. He stands up for the honour of his
                            own country. His quarrels with the Queen's dwarf.</hi>
                    </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <ref target="Audio11_" corresp="Audio11">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio11" target="Audio11_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_11_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <p>The frequent labors I underwent every day made in a few weeks a very
                        considerable change in my health: the more my master got by me, the more
                        unsatiable he grew. I had quite lost my stomach, and was almost reduced to a
                        skeleton. The farmer observed it, and concluding I soon must die, resolved
                        to make as good a hand of me as he could. While he was thus reasoning and
                        resolving with himself, a Slardral, or Gentleman Usher, came from court,
                        commanding my master to carry me immediately thither for the diversion of
                        the Queen and her ladies. Some of the latter had already been to see me, and
                        reported strange things of my beauty, behavior, and good sense. Her Majesty
                        and those who attended her were beyond measure delighted with my demeanor. I
                        fell on my knees, and begged the honor of kissing her Imperial foot; but
                        this gracious princess held out her little finger towards me (after I was
                        set on a table) which I embraced in both my arms, and put the tip of it with
                        the utmost respect to my lip. She made me some <pb n="113"/> general
                        questions about my country and my travels, which I answered as distinctly
                        and in as few words as I could. She asked whether I would be content to live
                        at court. I bowed down to the board of the table, and humbly answered, that
                        I was my master's slave, but if I were at my own disposal, I should be proud
                        to devote my life to her Majesty's service. She then asked my master whether
                        he were willing to sell me at a good price. He, who apprehended I could not
                        live a month, was ready enough to part with me, and demanded a thousand
                        pieces of gold, which were ordered him on the spot, each piece being about
                        the bigness of eight hundred <ref target="moidores_" corresp="moidores">moidores</ref>
                                <note xml:id="moidores" target="moidores_">Portugese gold
                            coins. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>;
                        but, allowing for the proportion of all things between that country and
                        Europe, and the high price of gold among them, was hardly so great a sum as
                        a thousand <ref target="guineas_" corresp="guineas">guineas</ref>
                                <note xml:id="guineas" target="guineas_">Gold coins minted in England. A
                            guinea was worth a pound plus a shilling.</note> would be in England. I
                        then said to the Queen, since I was now her Majesty's most humble creature
                        and vassal, I must beg the favor, that Glumdalclitch, who had always tended
                        me with so much care and kindness, and understood to do it so well, might be
                        admitted into her service, and continue to be my nurse and instructor. Her
                        Majesty agreed to my petition, and easily got the farmer's consent, who was
                        glad enough to have his daughter preferred at court: and the poor girl
                        herself was not able to hide her joy. My late master withdrew, bidding me
                        farewell, and saying he had left me in a good service; to which I replied
                        not a word, only making him a slight bow. </p>
                    <p>The Queen observed my coldness, and when the farmer was gone out of the
                        apartment, asked me <pb n="114"/> the reason. I made bold to tell her
                        Majesty that I owed no other obligation to my late master, than his not
                        dashing out the brains of a poor harmless creature found by chance in his
                        field; which obligation was amply recompensed by the gain he had made in
                        showing me through half the kingdom, and the price he had now sold me for.
                        That the life I had since led was laborious enough to kill an animal of ten
                        times my strength. That my health was much impaired by the continual
                        drudgery of entertaining the rabble every hour of the day, and that if my
                        master had not thought my life in danger, her Majesty perhaps would not have
                        got so cheap a bargain. But as I was out of all fear of being ill treated
                        under the protection of so great and good an Empress, the Ornament of
                        Nature, the Darling of the World, the Delight of her Subjects, the Phoenix
                        of the Creation; so I hoped my late master's apprehensions would appear to
                        be groundless, for I already found my spirits to revive by the influence of
                        her most august presence. </p>
                    <p>This was the sum of my speech, delivered with great <ref target="improprieties_" corresp="improprieties">improprieties</ref>
                                <note xml:id="improprieties" target="improprieties_">Improper language.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> and
                        hesitation; the latter part was altogether framed in the style peculiar to
                        that people, whereof I learned some phrases from Glumdalclitch, while she
                        was carrying me to court. </p>
                    <p>The Queen giving great allowance for my defectiveness in speaking, was
                        however surprised at so much wit and good sense in so diminutive an animal.
                        She took me in her own hand, and carried me to the King, who was then
                        retired to his cabinet. His Majesty, a prince of much gravity, <pb n="115"/>
                        and austere countenance, not well observing my shape at first view, asked
                        the Queen after a cold manner, how long it was since she grew fond of a
                        splacknuck; for such it seems he took me to be, as I lay upon my breast in
                        her Majesty's right hand. But this princess, who has an infinite deal of wit
                        and humor, set me gently on my feet upon the <ref target="scrutore_" corresp="scrutore">scrutore</ref>
                                <note xml:id="scrutore" target="scrutore_">From the French "scrutoire," a desk for
                            writing.</note>, and commanded me to give his Majesty an account of
                        myself, which I did in a very few words; and Glumdalclitch, who attended at
                        the cabinet door, and could not endure I should be out of her sight, being
                        admitted, confirmed all that had passed from my arrival at her father's
                        house. </p>
                    <p>The King, although he be as learned a person as any in his dominions, and had
                        been educated in the study of philosophy, and particularly mathematics; yet
                        when he observed my shape exactly, and saw me walk erect, before I began to
                        speak, conceived I might be a piece of clockwork (which is in that country
                        arrived to a very great perfection), contrived by some ingenious artist. But
                        when he heard my voice, and found what I delivered to be regular and
                        rational, he could not conceal his astonishment. He was by no means
                        satisfied with the relation I gave him of the manner I came into his
                        kingdom, but thought it a story concerted between Glumdalclitch and her
                        father, who had taught me a set of words to make me sell at a higher price.
                        Upon this imagination he put several other questions to me, and still
                        received rational answers, no otherwise defective than by a foreign accent,
                        and an imperfect knowledge in the language, with some rustic <pb n="116"/>
                        phrases which I had learned at the farmer's house, and did not suit the
                        polite style of a court. </p>
                    <p>His Majesty sent for three great scholars who were then in their weekly <ref target="waiting_" corresp="waiting">waiting</ref>
                                <note xml:id="waiting" target="waiting_">Attendance at court. Source:<hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                        </note>, according to the custom in that country. These gentlemen, after
                        they had awhile examined my shape with much nicety, were of different
                        opinions concerning me. They all agreed that I could not be produced
                        according to the regular laws of nature, because I was not framed with a
                        capacity of preserving my life, either by swiftness, or climbing of trees,
                        or digging holes in the earth. They observed by my teeth, which they viewed
                        with great exactness, that I was a carnivorous animal; yet most quadrupeds
                        being an overmatch for me, and field mice, with some others, too nimble,
                        they could not imagine how I should be able to support myself, unless I fed
                        upon snails and other insects, which they offered, by many learned
                        arguments, to <ref target="evince_" corresp="evince">evince</ref>
                                <note xml:id="evince" target="evince_">To reveal or indicate. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> that I could not
                        possibly do. One of these virtuosi seemed to think that I might be an
                        embryo, or abortive birth. But this opinion was rejected by the other two,
                        who observed my limbs to be perfect and finished, and that I had lived
                        several years, as it was manifested from my beard, the stumps whereof they
                        plainly discovered through a magnifying glass. They would not allow me to be
                        a dwarf, because my littleness <pb n="117"/> was beyond all degrees of
                        comparison; for the Queen's favorite dwarf, the smallest ever known in that
                        kingdom, was nearly thirty feet high. After much debate, they concluded
                        unanimously that I was only <hi rend="italics">relplum scalcath</hi>, which
                        is interpreted literally, <ref target="lusus_" corresp="lusus">
                                    <hi rend="italics">lusus naturae</hi>
                                </ref>
                                <note xml:id="lusus" target="lusus_">"Lusus naturae" is Latin for "freak of nature." Source:
                                <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>; a
                        determination exactly agreeable to the modern philosophy of Europe, whose
                        professors, disdaining the old evasion of occult causes, whereby the
                        followers of Artistotle endeavor in vain to disguise their ignorance, have
                        invented this wonderful solution of all difficulties, to the unspeakable
                        advancement of human knowledge. </p>
                    <p>After this decisive conclusion, I entreated to be heard a word or two. I
                        applied myself to the King, and assured his Majesty, that I came from a
                        country which abounded with several millions of both sexes, and of my own
                        stature; where the animals, trees, and houses were all in proportion, and
                        where by consequence I might be as able to defend myself, and to find
                        sustenance, as any of his Majesty's subjects could do here; which I took for
                        a full answer to those gentlemen's arguments. To this they only replied with
                        a smile of contempt, saying that the farmer had instructed me very well in
                        my lesson. The King, who had a much better understanding, dismissing his
                        learned men, sent for the farmer, who by good fortune was not yet gone out
                        of town. Having therefore first examined him privately, and then confronted
                        him with me and the young girl, <pb n="118"/> his Majesty began to think
                        that what we told him might possibly be true. He desired the Queen to order
                        that a particular care should be taken of me, and was of opinion that
                        Glumdalclitch should still continue in her office of tending me, because he
                        observed we had a great affection for each other. A convenient apartment was
                        provided for her at court; she had a sort of governess appointed to take
                        care of her education, a maid to dress her, and two other servants for
                        menial offices; but the care of me was wholly appropriated to herself. The
                        Queen commanded her own cabinet maker to contrive a box that might serve me
                        for a bedchamber, after the model that Glumdalclitch and I should agree
                        upon. This man was a most ingenious artist, and according to my directions,
                        in three weeks finished for me a wooden chamber of sixteen feet square, and
                        twelve high, with <ref target="window_" corresp="window">sash
                            windows</ref>
                                <note xml:id="window" target="window_">A sash window is a
                            window with movable panels; these windows are still in popular use
                            today. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary </hi>
                        </note>, a door, and two closets, like a London bedchamber. The board that
                        made the ceiling was to be lifted up and down by two hinges, to put in a bed
                        ready furnished by her Majesty's upholsterer, which Glumdalclitch took out
                        every day to air, made it with her own hands, and letting it down at night,
                        locked up the roof over me. A nice workman, who was famous for little
                        curiosities, undertook to make me two chairs, with backs and frames, of a
                        substance not unlike ivory, and two tables, with a cabinet to put my things
                        in. The room was quilted on all sides, as well as the floor and the ceiling,
                        to prevent any accident from the carelessness of those who carried me, and
                        to break the force of a jolt when I went in a coach. I desired <pb n="119"/>
                        a lock for my door, to prevent rats and mice from coming in: the smith,
                        after several attempts, made the smallest that ever was seen among them, for
                        I have known a larger at the gate of a gentleman's house in England. I made
                        a shift to keep the key in a pocket of my own, fearing Glumdalclitch might
                        lose it. The Queen likewise ordered the thinnest silks that could be gotten,
                        to make me clothes, not much thicker than an English blanket, very
                        cumbersome till I was accustomed to them. They were after the fashion of the
                        kingdom, partly resembling the Persian, and partly the Chinese, and are a
                        very grave and decent habit. </p>
                    <p>The Queen became so fond of my company, that she could not dine without me. I
                        had a table placed upon the same at which her Majesty ate, just at her left
                        elbow, and a chair to sit on. Glumdalclitch stood upon a stool on the floor,
                        near my table, to assist and take care of me. I had an entire set of silver
                        dishes and plates, and other necessaries, which, in proportion to those of
                        the Queen, were not much bigger than what I have seen of the same kind in a
                        London toy shop, for the furniture of a babyhouse: these my little nurse
                        kept in her pocket in a silver box, and gave me at meals as I wanted them,
                        always cleaning them herself. No person dined with the Queen but the two
                        Princesses Royal, the elder sixteen years old, and the younger at that time
                        thirteen and a month. Her Majesty used to put a bit of meat upon one of my
                        dishes, out of which I carved for myself, and her diversion was to see me
                        eat in miniature. For the Queen (who had indeed <pb n="120"/> but a weak
                        stomach) took up at one mouthful as much as a dozen English farmers could
                        eat at a meal, which to me was for some time a very nauseous sight. She
                        would crunch the wing of a lark, bones and all, between her teeth, although
                        it were nine times as large as that of a full grown turkey; and put a bit of
                        bread into her mouth, as big as two twelve-penny loaves. She drank out of a
                        golden cup, above a hogshead at a draught. Her knives were twice as long as
                        a scythe set straight upon the handle. The spoons, forks, and other
                        instruments were all in the same proportion. I remember when Glumdalclitch
                        carried me out of curiosity to see some of the tables at court, where ten or
                        a dozen of these enormous knives and forks were lifted up together, I
                        thought I had never till then beheld so terrible a sight. </p>
                    <p>It is the custom that every Wednesday (which, as I have before observed, was
                        their Sabbath) the King and Queen, with the royal issue of both sexes, dine
                        together in the apartment of his Majesty, to whom I was now become a great
                        favorite; and at these times my little chair and table were placed at his
                        left hand, before one of the salt cellars. This prince took a pleasure in
                        conversing with me, inquiring into the manners, religion, laws, government,
                        and learning of Europe; wherein I gave him the best account I was able. His
                        apprehension was so clear, and his judgment so exact, that he made very wise
                        reflections and observations upon all I said. But, I confess, that after I
                        had been a little too copious in talking of my own beloved country, <pb n="121"/> of our trade, and wars by sea and land, of our schisms in
                        religion, and parties in the state, the prejudices of his education
                        prevailed so far, that he could not forbear taking me up in his right hand,
                        and stroking me gently with the other, after an hearty fit of laughing,
                        asked me whether I were <ref target="Whig_" corresp="Whig">a Whig or a
                            Tory</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Whig" target="Whig_">Whigs and Tories were
                            opposing factions in the British Parliament from the 1680's to the
                            1850's. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>.
                        Then turning to his first minister, who waited behind him with a white
                        staff, near as tall as the mainmast of the Royal Sovereign, he observed how
                        contemptible a thing was human grandeur, which could be mimicked by such
                        diminutive insects as I: and yet, said he, I dare engage, these creatures
                        have their titles and distinctions of honor, they contrive little nests and
                        burrows, that they call houses and cities; they make a figure in dress and
                            <ref target="equipage_" corresp="equipage">equipage</ref>
                                <note xml:id="equipage" target="equipage_">"Equipage" is literally
                            "equipment," but in this context it would have referred specifically
                            associated with the materials that went into equipping and outfitting of
                            horses, such as a carriage. Wealthy and powerful people would have
                            outfitted their horses, carriages, and the attendants who rode alongside
                            them with grand clothing and apparatus.</note>; they love, they fight,
                        they dispute, they cheat, they betray. And thus he continued on, while <ref target="color_" corresp="color">my color came and went several times
                            with indignation</ref>
                                <note xml:id="color" target="color_">Indignation
                            is defined as anger towards a misunderstanding or mistreatment. Thus,
                            color here refers to the flushing of Gulliver's face from anger. Source:
                                <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> to hear our
                        noble country, the mistress of arts and arms, the scourge of France, the
                            <ref target="arbitress_" corresp="arbitress">arbitress</ref>
                                <note xml:id="artbitress" target="arbitress_">An arbitress is the feminine
                            form of an arbiter, which is a person who has the ultimate decision
                            making power. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                            Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> of Europe, the seat of virtue, piety, honor and
                        truth, the pride and envy of the world, contemptuously treated. </p>
                    <p>But as I was not in a condition to resent injuries, so, upon mature thoughts,
                        I began to doubt whether I were injured or not. For, after having been <pb n="122"/> accustomed several months to the sight and converse of this
                        people, and observed every object upon which I cast my eyes to be of
                        proportionable magnitude, the horror I had first conceived from their bulk
                        and aspect was so far worn off, that if I had then beheld a company of
                        English lords and ladies in their finery and best day clothes, acting their
                        several parts in the most courtly manner, of strutting, and bowing, and <ref target="prating_" corresp="prating">prating</ref>
                                <note xml:id="prating" target="prating_">Talking foolishly. Source:<hi rend="italic"> Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, to say the truth, I should have been
                        strongly tempted to laugh as much at them as the King and his grandees did
                        at me. Neither indeed could I forbear smiling at myself, when the Queen used
                        to place me upon her hand towards a <ref target="glass_" corresp="glass">looking glass</ref>
                                <note xml:id="glass" target="glass_">A mirror.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, by
                        which both our persons appeared before me in full view together! and there
                        could be nothing more ridiculous than the comparison; so that I really began
                        to imagine myself dwindled many degrees below my usual size. </p>
                    <lb/>
                    <p>Nothing angered and mortified me so much as the Queen's dwarf, who being of
                        the lowest stature that was ever that country (for I verily think he was not
                        thirty feet high) became insolent at seeing a creature so much beneath him,
                        that he would always affect to swagger and look big as he passed by me in
                        the Queen's antechamber, while I was standing on some table talking with the
                        lords or ladies of the court, and he seldom failed of a smart word or two
                        upon my littleness; against which I could only revenge myself by calling him
                        brother, challenging him to wrestle, and such <ref target="repartees_" corresp="repartees">repartees</ref>
                                <note xml:id="repartees" target="repartees_">Witty remarks and conversations. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> as are usual in
                        the mouths of court pages. One day at dinner this malicious little cub was
                            <pb n="123"/> so nettled with something I had said to him, that raising
                        himself upon the frame of her Majesty's chair, he took me up by the middle,
                        as I was sitting down, not thinking any harm, and let me drop into a large
                        silver bowl of cream, and then ran away as fast as he could. I fell over
                        head and ears, and if I had not been a good swimmer, it might have gone very
                        hard with me; for Glumdalclitch in that instant happened to be at the other
                        end of the room, and the Queen was in such a fright that she wanted presence
                        of mind to assist me. But my little nurse ran to my relief, and took me out,
                        after I had swallowed above a quart of cream. I was put to bed; however, I
                        received no other damage than the loss of a suit of clothes, which was
                        utterly spoiled. The dwarf was soundly whipped, and as a farther punishment,
                        forced to drink up the bowl of cream, into which he had thrown me; neither
                        was he ever restored to favor; for soon after the Queen bestowed him to a
                        lady of high quality, so that I saw him no more, to my very great
                        satisfaction; for I could not tell to what extremity such a malicious urchin
                        might have carried his resentment. </p>
                    <lb/>
                    <p>He had before served me a <ref target="scurvy_" corresp="scurvy">scurvy</ref>
                                <note xml:id="scurvy" target="scurvy_">Contemptible.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> trick,
                        which set the Queen a laughing, although at the same time she was heartily
                        vexed, and would have immediately <ref target="cashiered_" corresp="cashiered">cashiered</ref>
                                <note xml:id="cashiered" target="cashiered_">To dismiss from one's position. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> him, if I had
                        not been so generous as to intercede. Her Majesty had taken a marrow bone
                        upon her plate, and after knocking out the marrow, placed the bone again in
                        the dish erect as it stood before; the dwarf watching his opportunity, while
                        Glumdalclitch was gone to the sideboard, <pb n="124"/> mounted upon the
                        stool she stood on to take care of me at meals, took me up in both hands,
                        and squeezing my legs together, wedged them into the marrow bone above my
                        waist, where I stuck for some time, and made a very ridiculous figure. I
                        believe it was near a minute before any one knew what was become of me, for
                        I thought it below me to cry out. But, as princes seldom get their meat hot,
                        my legs were not scalded, only my stockings and breeches in a sad condition.
                        The dwarf at my <ref target="entreaty_" corresp="entreaty">entreaty</ref>
                                <note xml:id="entreaty" target="entreaty_">Request.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> had no
                        other punishment than a sound whipping. </p>
                    <p>I was frequently <ref target="rallied_" corresp="rallied">rallied</ref>
                                <note xml:id="rallied" target="rallied_">lightly mocked</note> by the Queen
                        upon account of my fearfulness, and she used to ask me whether the people of
                        my country were as great cowards as myself. The occasion was this. The
                        kingdom is much pestered with flies in summer; and these odious insects,
                        each of them as big as a Dunstable lark, hardly gave me any rest while I sat
                        at dinner, with their continual humming and buzzing about my ears. They
                        would sometimes alight upon my victuals; and leave their loathsome excrement
                        or spawn behind, which to me was very visible, though not to the natives of
                        that country, whose large optics were not so acute as mine in viewing
                        smaller objects. Sometimes they would fix upon my nose or forehead, where
                        they stung me to the quick, smelling very offensively, and I could easily
                        trace that viscous matter, which our naturalists tell us enables those
                        creatures to walk with their feet upwards upon a ceiling. I had much ado to
                        defend myself against these detestable animals, and could not forbear
                        starting when they came on <pb n="125"/> my face. It was the common practice
                        of the dwarf to catch a number of these insects in his hand, as schoolboys
                        do among us, and let them out suddenly under my nose, on purpose to frighten
                        me, and divert the Queen. My remedy was to cut them in pieces with my knife
                        as they flew in the air, wherein my dexterity was much admired. </p>
                    <p>I remember one morning when Glumdalclitch had set me in my box upon a window,
                        as she usually did in fair days to give me air (for I dared not venture to
                        let the box be hung on a nail out of the window, as we do with cages in
                        England) after I had lifted up one of my sashes, and sat down at my table to
                        eat a piece of sweet cake for my breakfast, above twenty wasps, allured by
                        the smell, came flying into the room, humming louder than the drones of as
                        many bagpipes. Some of them seized my cake, and carried it <ref target="piecemeal_" corresp="piecemeal">piecemeal</ref>
                                <note xml:id="piecemeal" target="piecemeal_">Piece by piece. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> away, others
                        flew about my head and face, confounding me with the noise, and putting me
                        in the utmost terror of their stings. However I had the courage to rise and
                        draw my hanger, and attack them in the air. I dispatched four of them, but
                        the rest got away, and I presently shut my window. These insects were as
                        large as partridges: I took out their stings, found them an inch and a half
                        long, and as sharp as needles. I carefully preserved them all, and having
                        since shown them with some other curiosities in several parts of Europe,
                        upon my return to England I gave three of them to Gresham College, and kept
                        the fourth for myself. <pb n="126"/>
                    </p>
                </div>
                <lb/>
                <div type="chapter" n="4">
                    <head>CHAPTER IV</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italic">The country described. A proposal for correcting modern
                            maps. The King's palace, and some account of the metropolis. The
                            Author's way of travelling. The chief temple described.</hi>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <ref target="Audio12_" corresp="Audio12">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio12" target="Audio12_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_12_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <p>I now intend to give the reader a short description of this country, as far
                        as I traveled in it, which was not above two thousand miles round
                        Lorbrulgrud, the metropolis. For the Queen, whom I always attended, never
                        went further when she accompanied the King in his progresses, and there
                        stayed until his Majesty returned from viewing his frontiers. The whole
                        extent of this prince's dominions reaches about six thousand miles in
                        length, and from three to five in breadth. From whence I cannot but conclude
                        that our geographers of Europe are in a great error, by supposing nothing
                        but sea between Japan and California; for it was ever my opinion, that there
                        must be a balance of earth to <ref target="counterpoise_" corresp="counterpoise">counterpoise</ref>
                                <note xml:id="counterpoise" target="counterpoise_">Oppose. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> the great continent of <ref target="Tartary_" corresp="Tartary">Tartary</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Tartary" target="Tartary_">"Tartary" was the term that western Europeans in this period often used
                            to refer to central Asia in general, an area now composed of parts of
                            Ukraine, Russia, Mongolia, and China. It's far from a precise
                            geographical term, and does not map accurately onto any specific place.
                            Western Europeans like Gulliver (and Swift) simply did not know all that
                            much about this part of the world. </note>; and therefore they ought to
                        correct their maps and charts, by joining this vast tract of land to the
                        northwest parts of America, wherein I shall be ready to lend them my
                        assistance. </p>
                    <p>The kingdom is a peninsula, terminated to the northeast by a ridge of
                        mountains thirty miles high, which are altogether impassable by reason of
                        the volcanoes upon the tops. Neither do the most learned know what sort of
                        mortals inhabit beyond those mountains, or whether they be inhabited at all.
                            <pb n="127"/> On the three other sides it is bounded by the ocean. There
                        is not one seaport in the whole kingdom, and those parts of the coasts into
                        which the rivers issue are so full of pointed rocks, and the sea generally
                        so rough, that there is no venturing with the smallest of their boats, so
                        that these people are wholly excluded from any commerce with the rest of the
                        world. But the large rivers are full of vessels, and abound with excellent
                        fish, for they seldom get any from the sea because the sea fish are of the
                        same size with those in Europe, and consequently not worth catching; whereby
                        it is manifest, that nature, in the production of plants and animals of so
                        extraordinary a bulk, is wholly confined to this continent, of which I leave
                        the reasons to be determined by philosophers. However, now and then they
                        take a whale that happens to be dashed against the rocks, which the common
                        people feed on heartily. These whales I have known so large that a man could
                        hardly carry one upon his shoulders; and sometimes for curiosity they are
                        brought in hampers to Lorbrulgrud: I saw one of them in a dish at the King's
                        table, which passed for a rarity, but I did not observe he was fond of it;
                        for I think indeed the bigness disgusted him, although I have seen one
                        somewhat larger in Greenland. </p>
                    <p>The country is well inhabited, for it contains fifty-one cities, near a
                        hundred walled towns, and a great number of villages. To satisfy my curious
                        reader, it may be sufficient to describe Lorbrulgrud. This city stands upon
                        almost two equal parts on each side the river that passes through. It
                        contains <pb n="128"/> above eighty thousand houses, and about six hundred
                        thousand inhabitants. It is in length three glonglungs (which make about
                        fifty-four English miles) and two and a half in breadth, as I measured it
                        myself in the royal map made by the King's order, which was laid on the
                        ground on purpose for me, and extended a hundred feet; I paced the diameter
                        and circumference several times barefoot, and computing by the scale,
                        measured it pretty exactly. </p>
                    <p>The King's palace is no regular edifice, but a heap of building about seven
                        miles around: the chief rooms are generally two hundred and forty feet high,
                        and broad and long proportion. A coach was allowed to Glumdalclitch and me,
                        wherein her governess frequently took her out to see the town, or go among
                        the shops; and I was always of the party, carried in my box; although the
                        girl at my own desire would often take me out, and hold me in her hand, that
                        I might more conveniently view the houses and the people, as we passed along
                        the streets. I reckoned our coach to be about a square of <ref target="Westminster_" corresp="Westminster">Westminster Hall</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Westminster" target="Westminster_">Westminster Hall is the
                            oldest part of the medieval palace of Westminster, the seat of
                            government in London. Gulliver seems to be thinking of the large stone
                            squares that, then and now, make up the floor of the Hall.</note>, but
                        not altogether so high; however, I cannot be very exact. One day the
                        governess ordered our coachman to stop at several shops, where the beggars,
                        watching their opportunity, crowded to the sides of the coach, and gave me
                        the most horrible spectacles that ever an English eye beheld. There was a
                        woman with a cancer in her breast, swelled to a monstrous size, full of
                        holes, in two or three of which I could have easily crept, and covered my
                        whole body. There was a fellow with a <ref target="wen_" corresp="wen">wen</ref>
                                <note xml:id="wen" target="wen_">A cyst, or possibly a goiter
                            caused by the lack of iodine in the man's diet. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> in his neck,
                        larger than five <ref target="wool-pack_" corresp="wool-pack_">wool-packs</ref>
                                <note xml:id="wool-pack" target="wool-pack_">Bags of
                            wool bagged for sale. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, and another <pb n="129"/> with a couple of
                        wooden legs, each about twenty feet high. But the most hateful sight of all
                        was the lice crawling on their clothes. I could see distinctly the limbs of
                        these vermin with my naked eye, much better than those of an European <ref target="louse_" corresp="louse">louse</ref>
                                <note xml:id="louse" target="louse_">A single insect, for which the plural is "lice."
                            Gulliver (and Swift) may be thinking of the images of a louse under a
                            microscope drawn by Robert Hooke in his 1667 book <hi rend="italic">Micrographia</hi>. <lb/>
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/notes/louse.jpg"/>
                                    <lb/>A louse as seen under a microsope, from Robert Hooke, <hi rend="italic">Micrographia.</hi> Image source: Wikimedia
                            Commons</note> through a microscope, and their snouts with which they
                            <ref target="rooted_" corresp="rooted">rooted like swine</ref>
                                <note xml:id="rooted" target="rooted_">Rooting is the action of digging with
                            one's snout. Rooting is a common act done by pigs. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary </hi>
                        </note>. They were the first I had ever beheld, and I should have been
                        curious enough to dissect one of them, if I had proper instruments (which I
                        unluckily left behind me in the shop) although indeed the sight was so
                        nauseous, that it perfectly turned my stomach. </p>
                    <p>Besides the large box in which I was usually carried, the Queen ordered a
                        smaller one to be made for me, of about twelve feet square, and ten high,
                        for the convenience of traveling, because the other was somewhat too large
                        for Glumdalclitch's lap, and cumbersome in the coach; it was made by the
                        same artist, whom I directed in the whole contrivance. This traveling closet
                        was an exact square with a window in the middle of three of the squares, and
                        each window was latticed with iron wire on the outside, to prevent accidents
                        in long journeys. On the fourth side, which had no window, two strong
                        staples were fixed, through which the person that carried me, when I had a
                        mind to be on horseback, put in a leathern belt, and buckled it about his
                        waist. This was always the office of some grave trusty servant in whom I
                        could confide, whether I attended the King and Queen in their progresses, or
                        were disposed to see the gardens, or pay a visit to some great lady or
                        minister of state in the court, when <pb n="130"/> Glumdalclitch happened to
                        be out of order: for I soon began to be known and esteemed among the
                        greatest officers, I suppose more upon account of their Majesties' favor,
                        than any merit of my own. In journeys, when I was weary of the coach, a
                        servant on horseback would buckle my box, and place it on a cushion before
                        him; and there I had a full prospect of the country on three sides from my
                        three windows. I had in this closet a field bed and a hung from the ceiling,
                        two chairs and a table, neatly screwed to the floor, to prevent being tossed
                        about by the agitation of the horse or the coach. And having been long used
                        to sea voyages, those motions, although sometimes very violent, did not much
                        discompose me. </p>
                    <p>Whenever I had a mind to see the town, it was always in my traveling closet,
                        which Glumdalclitch held in her lap in a kind of open <ref target="sedan_" corresp="sedan">sedan</ref>
                                <note xml:id="sedan" target="sedan_">A
                            sedan-chair, a chair by which a wealthy person would have been carried
                            by servants.</note>, after the fashion of the country, borne by four
                        men, and attended by two others in the Queen's <ref target="libery_" corresp="livery">livery</ref>
                                <note xml:id="livery" target="livery_">Dress or uniform. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>. The people who had often heard of me, were
                        very curious to crowd about the sedan, and the girl was complaisant enough
                        to make the bearers stop, and to take me in her hand that I might be more
                        conveniently seen. </p>
                    <p>I was very desirous to see the chief temple, and particularly the tower
                        belonging to it, which is reckoned the highest in the kingdom. Accordingly,
                        one day my nurse carried me thither, but I may truly say I came back
                        disappointed; for height is not above three thousand feet, reckoning from
                        the ground to the highest pinnacle top; which allowing for <pb n="131"/> the
                        difference between the size of those people and us in Europe, is no great
                        matter for admiration, nor at all equal in proportion (if I rightly
                        remember) to <ref target="Salisbury_" corresp="Salisbury">Salisbury
                            steeple</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Salisbury" target="Salisbury_">The steeple at
                            the Salisbury Cathedral is 404 feet tall. </note>. But, not to detract
                        from a nation to which during my life I shall acknowledge myself extremely
                        obliged, it must be allowed that whatever this famous tower wants in height
                        is amply made up in beauty and strength. For the walls are near a hundred
                        feet thick, built of hewn stone, whereof each is about forty feet square,
                        and adorned on all sides with statues of gods and emperors cut in marble
                        larger than the life, placed in their several niches. I measured a little
                        finger which had fallen down from one of these statues, and lay unperceived
                        among some rubbish, and found it exactly four feet and an inch in length.
                        Glumdalclitch wrapped it up in a handkerchief, and carried it home in her
                        pocket to keep among other trinkets, of which the girl was very fond, as
                        children at her age usually are. </p>
                    <p>The King's kitchen is indeed a noble building, vaulted at top, and about six
                        hundred feet high. The great oven is not so wide by ten yards as the <ref target="cupola_" corresp="cupola">cupola at St. Paul's</ref>
                                <note xml:id="cupola" target="cupola_">The diameter of the cupola, or dome of
                            St. Paul's Cathedral in London is 112 feet. </note>; for I measured the
                        latter on purpose after my return. But if I should describe the kitchen
                        grate, the prodigious pots and kettles, the joints of meat turning on the
                        spits, with many other particulars, perhaps I should be hardly believed; at
                        least a severe critic would be apt to think I enlarged a little, as
                        travelers are often suspected to do. To avoid which censure, I fear I have
                        run too much into the other extreme; and that if this treatise should happen
                        to be translated into the <pb n="132"/> language of Brobdingnag (which is
                        the general name of that kingdom) and transmitted thither, the King and his
                        people would have reason to complain that I had done them an injury by a
                        false and diminutive representation. </p>
                    <lb/>
                    <p>His Majesty seldom keeps above six hundred horses in his stables: they are
                        generally from fifty-four to sixty feet high. But when he goes abroad on
                        solemn days, he is attended for state by a militia guard of five hundred
                        horse, which indeed I thought was the most splendid sight that could be ever
                        beheld, till I saw part of his army in battalia, whereof I shall find
                        another occasion to speak. </p>
                </div>

                <lb/>
                <div type="chapter" n="5">
                    <head>CHAPTER V</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italics">Several adventures that happened to the Author. The
                            execution of a criminal. The Author <ref target="shews_" corresp="shews">shews</ref>
                                    <note xml:id="shews" target="shews_">An older spelling
                                for shows. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                    </note> his skill in navigation.</hi>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <ref target="Audio13_" corresp="Audio13">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio13" target="Audio13_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_13_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <p>I should have lived happy enough in that country, if my littleness had not
                        exposed me to several ridiculous and troublesome accidents, some of which I
                        shall venture to relate. Glumdalclitch often carried me into the gardens of
                        the court in my smaller box, and would sometimes take me out of it and hold
                        me in her hand, or set me down to walk. I remember, before the dwarf left
                        the Queen, he followed us one day into those gardens, and my nurse having
                        set me down, he and I being close together, near some dwarf apple trees, I
                        must needs show my wit by a silly allusion between him and the trees, <pb n="133"/> which happens to hold in their language as it does in ours.
                        Whereupon, the malicious rogue watching his opportunity, when I was walking
                        under one of them, shook it directly over my head, by which a dozen apples,
                        each of them near as large as a Bristol barrel, came tumbling about my ears;
                        one of them hit me on the back as I chanced to stoop, and knocked me down
                        flat on my face, but I received no other hurt, and the dwarf was pardoned at
                        my desire, because I had given the provocation. </p>
                    <p>Another day Glumdalclitch left me on a smooth grass plot to divert myself
                        while she walked at some distance with her governess. In the meantime there
                        suddenly fell such a violent shower of hail, that I was immediately by the
                        force of it struck to the ground: and when I was down, the hailstones gave
                        me such cruel bangs all over the body, as if I had been pelted with tennis
                        balls; however, I made a shift to creep on all fours, and shelter myself by
                        lying flat on my face on the lee side of a border of lemon thyme, but so
                        bruised from head to foot that I could not go abroad in ten days. Neither is
                        this at all to be wondered at, because nature in that country observing the
                        same proportion through all her operations, a hailstone is near eighteen
                        hundred times as large as one in Europe, which I can assert upon experience,
                        having been so curious to weigh and measure them. </p>
                    <p>But a more dangerous accident happened to me in the same garden, when my
                        little nurse believing <pb n="134"/> she had put me in a secure place,
                        (which I often entreated her to do, that might enjoy my own thoughts) and
                        having left my box at home to avoid the trouble of carrying it, went to
                        another part of the garden with her governess and some ladies of her
                        acquaintance. While she was absent and out of hearing, a small white spaniel
                        belonging to one of the chief gardeners, having got by accident into the
                        garden, happened to range near the place where I lay. The dog following the
                        scent, came directly up, and taking me in his mouth, ran straight to his
                        master, wagging his tail, and set me gently on the ground. By good fortune
                        he had been so well taught, that I was carried between his teeth without the
                        least hurt, or even tearing my clothes. But the poor gardener, who knew me
                        well, and had a great kindness for me, was in a terrible fright. He gently
                        took me up in both his hands, and asked me how I did; but I was so amazed
                        and out of breath, that I could not speak a word. In a few minutes I came to
                        myself, and he carried me safe to my little nurse, who by this time had
                        returned to the place where she left me, and was in cruel agonies when I did
                        not appear, nor answer when she called: she severely reprimanded the
                        gardener on account of his dog. But the thing was hushed up, and never known
                        at court; for the girl was afraid of the Queen's anger, and truly as to
                        myself, I thought it would not be for my reputation that such a story should
                        go about. </p>
                    <p>This accident absolutely determined Glumdalclitch never to trust me abroad
                        for the future out <pb n="135"/> of her sight. I had been long afraid of
                        this resolution, and therefore concealed from her some little unlucky
                        adventures that happened in those times when I was left by myself. Once a
                        kite hovering over the garden made a swoop at me, and if I had not
                        resolutely drawn my hanger, and run under a thick <ref target="espalier_" corresp="espalier">espalier</ref>
                                <note xml:id="espalier" target="espalier_">Usually referring to a fruit tree that has been
                            trained to grow up against a wall or a solid frame.</note>, he would
                        have certainly carried me away in his talons. Another time walking to the
                        top of a fresh molehill, I fell to my neck in the hole through which that
                        animal had cast up the earth, and coined some lie, not worth remembering, to
                        excuse myself for spoiling my clothes. I likewise broke my right shin
                        against the shell of a snail, which I happened to stumble over, as I was
                        walking alone, and thinking on poor England. </p>
                    <p>I cannot tell whether I were more pleased or mortified, to observe in those
                        solitary walks that the smaller birds did not appear to be at all afraid of
                        me, but would hop about within a yard's distance, looking for worms and
                        other food with as much indifference and security as if no creature at all
                        were near them. I remember a thrush had the confidence to snatch out of my
                        hand with his bill a piece of cake that Glumdalclitch had just given me for
                        my breakfast. When I attempted to catch any of these birds, they would
                        boldly turn against me, endeavoring to pick my fingers, which I dared not
                        venture within their reach; and then they would hop back unconcerned to hunt
                        for worms or snails, as they did before. But one day I took a thick <ref target="cudgel_" corresp="cudgel">cudgel</ref>
                                <note xml:id="cudgel" target="cudgel_">A stick used for beating, similar to a club. Source:
                                <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, and threw
                        it with all my strength so luckily at a <ref target="linnet_" corresp="linnet">linnet</ref>
                                <note xml:id="linnet" target="linnet_">A
                            type of finch.</note> that I knocked him down, and seizing <pb n="136"/>
                        him by the neck with both my hands, ran with him in triumph to my nurse.
                        However, the bird, who had only been stunned, recovering himself, gave me so
                        many boxes with his wings on both sides of my head and body, though I held
                        him at arm's length, and was out of the reach of his claws, that I was
                        twenty times thinking to let him go. But I was soon relieved by one of our
                        servants, who wrung off the bird's neck, and I had him next day for dinner,
                        by the Queen's command. This as near as I can remember, to be somewhat
                        larger than an English swan. </p>
                    <p>The Maids of Honor often invited Glumdalclitch to their apartments, and
                        desired she would bring me along with her, on purpose to have the pleasure
                        of seeing and touching me. They would often strip me naked from top to toe,
                        and lay me at full length in their bosoms; wherewith I was much disgusted;
                        because, to say the truth, a very offensive smell came from their skins;
                        which I do not mention or intend to the disadvantage of those excellent
                        ladies, for whom I have all manner of respect; but I conceive that my sense
                        was more acute in proportion to my littleness, and that those illustrious
                        persons were no more disagreeable to their lovers, or to each other, than
                        people of the same quality are with us in England. And, after all, I found
                        their natural smell was much more supportable than when they used perfumes,
                        under which I immediately swooned away. I cannot forget that an intimate
                        friend of mine in Lilliput took the freedom in a warm day, when I had used a
                        good deal of exercise, to <pb n="137"/> complain of a strong smell about me,
                        although I am as little faulty that way as most of my sex: but I suppose his
                        faculty of smelling was as nice with regard to me, as mine was to that of
                        this people. Upon this point, I cannot forbear doing justice to the Queen my
                        mistress, and Glumdalclitch my nurse, whose persons were as sweet as those
                        of any lady in England. </p>
                    <p>That which gave me most uneasiness among these Maids of Honor, when my nurse
                        carried me to visit them, was to see them use me without any manner of
                        ceremony, like a creature who had no sort of consequence. For they would
                        strip themselves to the skin, and put on their smocks in my presence, while
                        I was placed on their toilet directly before their naked bodies, which, I am
                        sure, to me was very far from being a tempting sight, or from giving me any
                        other emotions than those of horror and disgust. Their skins appeared so
                        coarse and uneven, so variously colored, when I saw them near, with a mole
                        here and there as broad as a trencher, and hairs hanging from it thicker
                        than packthreads, to say nothing further concerning the rest of their
                        persons. Neither did they at all <ref target="scruple_" corresp="scruple">scruple</ref>
                                <note xml:id="scruple" target="scruple_">Hesitate. Source:
                                <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, while I was
                        by, to discharge what they had drunk, to the quantity of at least two
                        hogsheads, in a vessel that held above three tons. The handsomest among
                        these Maids of Honor, a pleasant frolicsome girl of sixteen, would sometimes
                        set me astride upon one of her nipples, with many other tricks, wherein the
                        reader will excuse me for not being over particular. But I was so much
                        displeased, that I entreated Glumdalclitch <pb n="138"/> to contrive some
                        excuse for not seeing that young lady any more. </p>
                    <p>One day a young gentleman, who was a nephew to my nurse's governess, came and
                        pressed them both to see an execution. It was of a man who had murdered one
                        of that gentleman's intimate acquaintance. Glumdalclitch was prevailed on to
                        be of the company, very much against her inclination, for she was naturally
                        tender-hearted; and as for myself, although I abhorred such kind of
                        spectacles, yet my curiosity tempted me to see something that I thought must
                        be extraordinary. The <ref target="melefactor_" corresp="malefactor">malefactor</ref>
                                <note xml:id="malefactor" target="malefactor_">A
                            criminal. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                            Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> was fixed in a chair upon a scaffold erected for
                        the purpose, and his head cut off at a blow with a sword of about forty foot
                        long. The veins and arteries spouted up such a prodigious quantity of blood,
                        and so high in the air, that the great <ref target="Versailles_" corresp="Versailles">jet d'eau at Versailles</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Versailles" target="Versailles_">"Jet d'eau" is French for water
                            jet or fountain. At the Palace of Versailles there are many fountains
                            that contain water jets. </note> was not equal for the time it lasted;
                        and the head, when it fell on the scaffold floor, gave such a bounce, as
                        made me start, although I were at least half an English mile distant. </p>
                    <p>The Queen, who often used to hear me talk of my sea voyages, and took all
                        occasions to divert me when I was melancholy, asked me whether I understood
                        how to handle a sail or an oar, and whether a little exercise of rowing
                        might not be convenient for my health. I answered that I understood both
                        very well. For, although my proper employment had been to be surgeon or
                        doctor to the ship, yet upon a pinch, I was forced to work like a common
                        mariner. But I could not see how this could be <pb n="139"/> done in their
                        country, where the smallest <ref target="wherry_" corresp="wherry">wherry</ref>
                                <note xml:id="wherry" target="wherry_">A rowboat for
                            carrying passengers. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> was equal to a first-rate man of war among
                        us, and such a boat as I could manage would never live in any of their
                        rivers. Her Majesty said, if I would contrive a boat, her own <ref target="joiner_" corresp="joiner">joiner</ref>
                                <note xml:id="joiner" target="joiner_">A craftsman of wood who could make furniture or the
                            wooden parts of a building, such as stairs and window frames. </note>
                        should make it, and she would provide a place for me to sail in. The fellow
                        was an ingenious workman, and by my instructions in ten days finished a
                        pleasure boat with all its tackling, able conveniently to hold eight
                        Europeans. When it was finished, the Queen was so delighted, that she ran
                        with it in her lap to the King, who ordered it to be put in a cistern full
                        of water, with me in it, by way of trial; where I could not manage my two
                        sculls, or little oars, for want of room. But the Queen had before contrived
                        another project. She ordered the joiner to make a wooden trough of three
                        hundred feet long, fifty broad, and eight deep; which being well pitched to
                        prevent leaking, was placed on the floor along the wall, in an outer room of
                        the palace. It had a cock near the bottom to let out the water when it began
                        to grow stale, and two servants could easily fill it in half an hour. Here I
                        often used to row for my own diversion, as well as that of the Queen and her
                        ladies, who thought themselves well entertained with my skill and agility.
                        Sometimes I would put up my sail, and then my business was only to steer,
                        while the ladies gave me a gale with their fans; and when they were weary,
                        some of the pages would blow my sail forward with their breath, while I
                        showed my art steering starboard or larboard as I pleased. When I had <pb n="140"/> done, Glumdalclitch always carried my boat into her closet,
                        and hung it on a nail to dry. </p>
                    <p>In this exercise I once met an accident which had like to have cost me my
                        life. For one of the pages having put my boat into the trough, the governess
                        who attended Glumdalclitch very officiously lifted me up to place me in the
                        boat, but I happened to slip through her fingers, and should have infallibly
                        fallen down forty feet upon the floor, if by the luckiest chance in the
                        world, I had not been stopped by a corking-pin that stuck in the good
                        gentlewoman's stomacher; the head of the pin passed between my shirt and the
                        waistband of my breeches, and thus I was held by the middle in the air till
                        Glumdalclitch ran to my relief. </p>
                    <p>Another time, one of the servants, whose office it was to fill my trough
                        every third day with fresh water, was so careless to let a huge frog (not
                        perceiving it) slip out of his pail. The frog lay concealed till I was put
                        into my boat, but then seeking a resting place, climbed up, and made it lean
                        so much on one side, that I was forced to balance it with all my weight on
                        the other, to prevent overturning. When the frog got in, it hopped at once
                        half the length of the boat, and then over my head, backwards and forwards,
                        daubing my face and clothes with its odious slime. The largeness of its
                        features made it appear the most deformed animal that can be conceived.
                        However, I desired Glumdaclitch to let me deal with it alone. I <pb n="141"/> banged it a good while with one of my sculls, and at last forced it to
                        leap out of the boat. </p>
                    <p>But the greatest danger I ever underwent in that kingdom was from a monkey,
                        who belonged to one of the clerks of the kitchen. Glumdalclitch had locked
                        me up in her closet, while she went somewhere upon business or a visit. The
                        weather being very warm, the closet window was left open, as well as the
                        windows and the door of my bigger box, in which I usually lived, because of
                        its largeness and conveniency. As I sat quietly meditating at my table, I
                        heard something bounce in at the closet window, and skip about from one side
                        to the other; whereat, although I was much alarmed, yet I ventured to look
                        out, but stirred not from my seat; and then I saw this frolicsome animal,
                        frisking and leaping up and down, till at last he came to my box, which he
                        seemed to view with great pleasure and curiosity, peeping in at the door and
                        every window. I retreated to the farther corner of my room, or box, but the
                        monkey looking in at every side, put me into such a fright, that I wanted
                        presence of mind to conceal myself under the bed, as I might easily have
                        done. After some time spent in peeping, grinning, and chattering, he at last
                        espied me, and reaching one of his paws in at the door, as a cat does when
                        she plays with a mouse, although I often shifted place to avoid him, he at
                        length seized the lappet of my coat (which being made of that country cloth,
                        was very thick and strong) and dragged me out. He took me up in his right
                        forefoot, and held me as a nurse does a child she is going to suckle, <pb n="142"/> just as I have seen the same sort of creature do with a kitten
                        in Europe: and when I offered to struggle, he squeezed me so hard, that I
                        thought it more prudent to submit. I have good to believe that he took me
                        for a young one of his own species, by his often stroking my face very
                        gently with his other paw. In these diversions he was interrupted by a noise
                        at the closet door, as if somebody were opening it; whereupon he suddenly
                        leaped up to the window at which he had come in, and thence upon the leads
                        and gutters, walking upon three legs, and holding me in the fourth, till he
                        clambered up to a roof that was next to ours. I heard Glumdalclitch give a
                        shriek at the moment he was carrying me out. The poor girl was almost
                        distracted: that quarter of the palace was all in an uproar; the servants
                        ran for ladders; the monkey was seen by hundreds in the court, sitting upon
                        the ridge of a building, holding me like a baby in one of his fore-paws, and
                        feeding me with the other, by cramming into my mouth some victuals he had
                        squeezed out of the bag on one side of his chaps, and patting me when I
                        would not eat; whereat many of the rabble below could not forbear laughing;
                        neither do I think they justly ought to be blamed, for without question the
                        sight was ridiculous enough to everybody but myself. Some of the people
                        threw up stones, hoping to drive the monkey down; but this was strictly
                        forbidden, or else very probably my brains had been dashed out. <pb n="143"/>
                    </p>
                    <p>The ladders were now applied, and mounted by several men, which the monkey
                        observing, and finding himself almost encompassed, not being able to make
                        speed enough with his three legs, let me drop on a ridge tile, and made his
                        escape. Here I sat for some time three hundred yards from the ground,
                        expecting every moment to be blown down by the wind, or to fall by my own
                        giddiness, and come tumbling over and over from the ridge to the eaves; but
                        an honest lad, one of my nurse's footmen, climbed up, and putting me into
                        his breeches pocket, brought me down safe. </p>
                    <p>I was almost choked with the filthy stuff the monkey had crammed down my
                        throat: but my dear little nurse picked it out of my mouth with a small
                        needle, and then I fell to vomiting, which gave me great relief. Yet I was
                        so weak and bruised in the sides with the squeezes given me by this odious
                        animal, that I was forced to keep my bed a fortnight. The King, Queen, and
                        all the court, sent every day to inquire after my health, and her Majesty
                        made me several visits during my sickness. The monkey was killed, and an
                        order made that no such animal should be kept about the palace. </p>
                    <p>When I attended the King after my recovery, to return him thanks for his
                        favors, he was pleased to rally me a good deal upon this adventure. He asked
                        me what my thoughts and speculations were while I lay in the monkey's paw,
                        how I liked the victuals he gave me, his manner of feeding, and whether the
                        fresh air on the roof had sharpened my stomach. He desired to know what I
                        would have <pb n="144"/> done upon such an occasion in my own country. I
                        told his Majesty that in Europe we had no monkeys, except such as were
                        brought for curiosities from other places, and so small that I could deal
                        with a dozen of them together, if they presumed to attack me. And as for
                        that monstrous animal with whom I was so lately engaged (it was indeed as
                        large as an elephant), if my fears had suffered me to think so far as to
                        make use of my hanger (looking fiercely and clapping my hand upon the hilt
                        as I spoke) when he poked his paw into my chamber, perhaps I should have
                        given him such a wound, as would have made him glad to withdraw it with more
                        haste than he put it in. This I delivered in a firm tone, like a person who
                        was jealous lest his courage should be called in question. However, my
                        speech produced nothing else besides a loud laughter, which all the respect
                        due to his Majesty from those about him could not make them contain. This
                        made me reflect how vain an attempt it is for a man to endeavor doing
                        himself honor among those who are out of all degree of equality or
                        comparison with him. And yet I have seen the moral of my own behavior very
                        frequent in England since my return, where a little contemptible varlet,
                        without the least title to birth, person, wit, or common sense, shall
                        presume to look with importance, and put himself upon a foot with the
                        greatest persons of the kingdom. </p>
                    <p>I was every day furnishing the court with some ridiculous story; and
                        Glumdalclitch, although she loved me to excess, yet was arch enough to
                        inform <pb n="145"/> the Queen, whenever I committed any folly that she
                        thought would be diverting to her Majesty. The girl, who had been out of
                        order, was carried by her governess to take the air about an hour's
                        distance, or thirty miles from town. They alighted out of the coach near a
                        small footpath in a field, and Glumdalclitch setting down my traveling box,
                        I went out of it to walk. There was a cow dung in the path, and I must needs
                        try my activity by attempting to leap over it. I took a run, but
                        unfortunately jumped short, and found myself just in the middle up to my
                        knees. I waded through with some difficulty, and one of the footmen wiped me
                        as clean as he could with his handkerchief; for I was filthily bemired, and
                        my nurse confined me to my box till we returned home; where the Queen was
                        soon informed of what had passed, and the footmen spread it about the court,
                        so that all the mirth, for some days, was at my expense. </p>
                </div>

                <lb/>
                <div type="chapter" n="6">
                    <head>CHAPTER VI</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italics">Several contrivances of the Author to please the King
                            and Queen. He shews his skill in music. The King enquires into the state
                            of</hi> England, <hi rend="italics">which the Author relates to him. The
                            King's observations thereon.</hi>
                    </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <ref target="Audio14_" corresp="Audio14">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio14" target="Audio14_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_14_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <p>I used to attend the King's <ref target="levee_" corresp="levee">levee</ref>
                                <note xml:id="levee" target="levee_">A morning meeting held
                            where visitors come to see the King as he wakes up and goes about his
                            morning. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>
                        once or twice a week, and had often seen him under the barber's hand, which
                        indeed was at first very terrible to behold; for the razor was almost twice
                        as long as an ordinary scythe. His Majesty, according to the custom of the
                        country, was only shaved twice a week. I once prevailed on the barber to
                        give me some of the suds or lather, out of which I picked forty or <pb n="146"/> fifty of the strongest stumps of hair. I then took a piece of
                        fine wood, and cut it like the back of a comb, making several holes in it at
                        equal distance with as small a needle as I could get from Glumdalclitch. I
                        fixed in the stumps so artificially, scraping and sloping them with my knife
                        toward the points, that I made a very tolerable comb; which was a seasonable
                        supply, my own being so much broken in the teeth, that it was almost
                        useless: neither did I know any artist in that country so nice and exact, as
                        would undertake to make me another. </p>
                    <p>And this puts me in mind of an amusement wherein I spent many of my leisure
                        hours. I desired the Queen's woman to save for me the combings of her
                        Majesty's hair, whereof in time I got a good quantity, and consulting with
                        my friend the cabinet-maker, who had received general orders to do little
                        jobs for me, I directed him to make two chair frames, no larger than those I
                        had in my box, and then to bore little holes with a fine <ref target="awl_" corresp="awl">awl</ref>
                                <note xml:id="awl" target="awl_">A pointed tool
                            for making holes. <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                            Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> round those parts where I designed the backs and
                        seats; through these holes I wove the strongest hairs I could pick out, just
                        after the manner of cane chairs in England. When they were finished, I made
                        a present of them to her Majesty, who kept them in her cabinet, and used to
                        show them for curiosities, as indeed they were the wonder of every one that
                        beheld them. The Queen would have had me sit upon one of these chairs, but I
                        absolutely refused to obey her, protesting I would rather die a thousand
                        deaths than place a dishonorable part of my body on those precious hairs
                        that once adorned her Majesty's <pb n="147"/> head. Of these hairs (as I had
                        always a mechanical genius) I likewise made a neat little purse about five
                        feet long, with her Majesty's name deciphered in gold letters, which I gave
                        to Glumdalclitch, by the Queen's consent. To say the truth, it was more for
                        show than use, being not of strength to bear the weight of the larger coins,
                        and therefore she kept nothing in it but some little toys that girls are
                        fond of. </p>
                    <p>The King, who delighted in music, had frequent concerts at court, to which I
                        was sometimes carried, and set in my box on a table to hear them; but the
                        noise was so great, that I could hardly distinguish the tunes. I am
                        confident that all the drums and trumpets of a royal army, beating and
                        sounding together just at your ears, could not equal it. My practice was to
                        have my box removed from the places where the performers sat, as far as I
                        could, then to shut the doors and windows of it, and draw the window
                        curtains; after which I found their music not disagreeable. </p>
                    <p>I had learned in my youth to play a little upon the <ref target="spinet_" corresp="spinet">spinet</ref>
                                <note xml:id="spinet" target="spinet_">A
                            small keyboard instrument, usually a small harpsichord, but sometimes a
                            piano. </note> Glumdaclitch kept one in her chamber, and a master
                        attended twice a week to teach her: I call it a spinet, because it somewhat
                        resembled that instrument. and was played upon in the same manner. A fancy
                        came into my head that I would entertain the King and Queen with an English
                        tune upon this instrument. But this appeared extremely difficult; for the
                        spinet was near sixty feet long, each key being almost a foot wide, so that,
                        with my arms extended, I could not reach to above five keys, and to press
                        them down required <pb n="148"/> a good smart stroke with my fist, which
                        would be too great a labor, and to no purpose. The method I contrived was
                        this. I prepared two round sticks about the bigness of common cudgels; they
                        were thicker at one end than the other, and I covered the thicker ends with
                        a piece of a mouse's skin, that by rapping on them I might neither damage
                        the tops of the keys, nor interrupt the sound. Before the spinet a bench was
                        placed, about four feet below the keys, and I was put upon the bench. I ran
                        sideling upon it that way and this, as fast as I could, banging the proper
                        keys with my two sticks, and made a shift to play a jig, to the great
                        satisfaction of both their Majesties: but it was the most violent exercise I
                        ever underwent, and yet I could not strike above sixteen keys, nor,
                        consequently, play the bass and treble together, as other artists do; which
                        was a great disadvantage to my performance. </p>
                    <p>The King, who, as I before observed, was a prince of excellent understanding,
                        would frequently order that I should be brought in my box, and set upon the
                        table in his closet. He would then command me to bring one of my chairs out
                        of the box, and sit down within three yards distance upon the top of the
                        cabinet, which brought me almost to a level with his face. In this manner I
                        had several conversations with him. I one day took the freedom to tell his
                        Majesty, that the contempt he discovered towards Europe, and the rest of the
                        world, did not seem answerable to those excellent qualities of the mind he
                        was master of. That reason did <pb n="149"/> not extend itself with the bulk
                        of the body: on the contrary, we observed in our country that the tallest
                        persons were usually least provided with it. That among other animals, bees
                        and ants had the reputation of more industry, art and <ref target="sagacity_" corresp="sagacity">sagacity</ref>
                                <note xml:id="sagacity" target="sagacity_">wisdom</note>, than many of the
                        larger kinds. And that, as inconsiderable as he took me to be, I hoped I
                        might live to do his Majesty some <ref target="signal_" corresp="signal">signal</ref>
                                <note xml:id="signal" target="signal_">significant or
                            important</note> service. The King heard me with attention, and began to
                        conceive a much better opinion of me than he had ever before. He desired I
                        would give him as exact an account of the government of England as I
                        possibly could; because, as fond as princes commonly are of their own
                        customs (for so he conjectured of other monarchs, by my former discourses),
                        he should be glad to hear of anything that might deserve imitation.</p>
                    <p>Imagine with thyself, courteous reader, how often I then wished for the
                        tongue of <ref target="Demosthenes_" corresp="Demosthenes">Demosthenes</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Demosthenes" target="Demosthenes_">Demosthenes (384-322 BCE) was a Greek politician who was famous for his
                            orations.</note> or <ref target="Cicero_" corresp="Cicero">Cicero</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Cicero" target="Cicero_">Cicero (106-43 BCE)
                            was a famous Roman orator and politician.</note>, that might have
                        enabled me to celebrate the praise of my own dear native country in a style
                        equal to its merits and <ref target="felicity_" corresp="felicity">felicity</ref>
                                <note xml:id="felicity" target="felicity_">Happiness.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>. </p>
                    <p>I began my discourse by informing his Majesty that our dominions consisted of
                        two islands, which composed three mighty kingdoms under one sovereign,
                        beside our plantations in America. I dwelt long upon the fertility of our
                        soil, and the temperature of our climate. I then spoke at large upon the
                        constitution of an English Parliament, partly made up of an illustrious body
                        called the <ref target="Peers_" corresp="Peers">House of Peers</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Peers" target="Peers_">The House of Peers, also known as the
                            House of Lords, is the upper house in the Parliament of the United
                            Kingdom. In this era, the House of Lords was entirely composed of
                            noblemen who had gained their seats through inheritance, as well as
                            bishops in the church of England. In this passage, while Gulliver is
                            loyally touting the excellence of the British political system, Swift is
                            being deeply ironic and satirical, because any reader would have
                            recognized that the government described here bore little resemblence to
                            the frequently corrupt government of the period. </note>, persons of the
                        noblest blood, and of the most ancient and ample <ref target="patrimonies_" corresp="patrimonies">patrimonies</ref>
                                <note xml:id="patrimonies" target="patrimonies_">Inheritance (generally of a church or religious
                            body). Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>.
                        I described that extraordinary care always taken of their education <pb n="150"/> in arts and arms, to qualify them for being counselors born to
                        the king and kingdom, to have a share in the legislature, to be members of
                        the highest <ref target="judicature_" corresp="judocature">Court of
                            Judicature</ref>
                                <note xml:id="judicature" target="judicature">In this
                            era, the House of Lords functioned in effect as the highest court in
                            Britain, the final court of appeal.</note>, from whence there could be
                        no appeal, and to be champions always ready for the defense of their prince
                        and country, by their valor, conduct, and fidelity. That these were the
                        ornament and <ref target="bulwark_" corresp="bulwark">bulwark</ref>
                                <note xml:id="bulwark" target="bulwark_">Strong "defense or safeguard."
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> of the
                        kingdom, worthy followers of their most renowned ancestors, whose honor had
                        been the reward of their virtue, from which their posterity were never once
                        known to degenerate. To these we joined several holy persons, as part of
                        that assembly, under the title of Bishops, whose peculiar business it is to
                        take care of religion, and of those who instruct the people therein. These
                        were searched and sought out through the whole nation, by the prince and his
                        wisest counselors, among such of the priesthood as were most deservedly
                        distinguished by the sanctity of their lives, and the depth of their
                        erudition; who were indeed the spiritual fathers of the clergy and the
                        people. </p>
                    <p>That the other part of the Parliament consisted of an assembly called the
                            <ref target="Commons_" corresp="Commons">House of Commons</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Commons" target="Commons_">The lower house of Parliament, whose
                            membership was, in theory, by election. But many members of the House of
                            Commons were put there by local noblemen, and elections were frequently
                            very corrupt.</note>, who were all principal gentlemen, freely picked
                        and <ref target="culled_" corresp="culled">culled</ref>
                                <note xml:id="culled" target="culled_">Gathered or plucked. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> out by the people themselves, for
                        their great abilities and love of their country, to represent the wisdom of
                        the whole nation. And these two bodies make up the most august assembly in
                        Europe, to whom, in conjunction with the prince, the whole legislature is
                        committed. </p>
                    <p>I then descended to the Courts of justice, over which the judges, those
                        venerable sages and <pb n="151"/> interpreters of the law, presided, for
                        determining the disputed rights and properties of men, as well as for the
                        punishment of vice, and protection of innocence. I mentioned the prudent
                        management of our treasury; the valor and achievements of our forces by sea
                        and land. I computed the number of our people, by reckoning how many
                        millions there might be of each religious sect, or political party among us.
                        I did not omit even our sports and pastimes, or any other particular which I
                        thought might redound to the honor of my country. And I finished all with a
                        brief historical account of affairs and events in England for about a
                        hundred years past. </p>
                    <p>This conversation was not ended under five audiences, each of several hours,
                        and the King heard the whole with great attention, frequently taking notes
                        of what I spoke, as well as <ref target="memorandums_" corresp="memorandums">memorandums</ref>
                                <note xml:id="memorandums" target="memorandums_">Notes
                            to aid memory. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                            Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> of several questions he intended to ask me. </p>
                    <p>When I had put an end to these long discourses, his Majesty in a sixth
                        audience, consulting his notes, proposed many doubts, queries, and
                        objections, upon every article. He asked what methods were used to cultivate
                        the minds and bodies of our young nobility, and in what kind of business
                        they commonly spent the first and teachable part of their lives. What course
                        was taken to supply that assembly when any noble family became extinct. What
                        qualifications were in those who were to be created new lords. Whether the
                        humor of the prince, a sum of money to a court lady, or a prime minister, or
                        a design of strengthening a party opposite to the public <pb n="152"/>
                        interest, ever happened to be motives in those advancements. What share of
                        knowledge these lords had in the laws of their country, and how they came by
                        it, so as to enable them to decide the properties of their fellow-subjects
                        in the last resort. Whether they were always so free from <ref target="avarice_" corresp="avarice">avarice</ref>
                                <note xml:id="avarice" target="avarice_">Greed. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, <ref target="partialities_" corresp="partialities">partialities</ref>
                                <note xml:id="partialities" target="partialities_">Biases. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, or want, that a bribe, or some other
                        sinister view, could have no place among them. Whether those holy lords I
                        spoke of were always promoted to that rank upon account of their knowledge
                        in religious matters, and the sanctity of their lives, had never been
                        compliers with the times while they were common priests, or slavish
                        prostitute <ref target="chaplains_" corresp="chaplains">chaplains</ref>
                                <note xml:id="chaplains" target="chaplains_">Members of the clergy who were
                            employed privately by a noble family as their personal religious
                            advisor.</note> to some nobleman, whose opinions they continued <ref target="serviley_" corresp="serviley">serviley</ref>
                                <note xml:id="servilely" target="servilely_">With the spirit of a slave or a
                            servant. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>
                        to follow after they were admitted into that assembly. </p>
                    <p>He then desired to know what arts were practiced in electing those whom I
                        commoners: whether a stranger with a strong purse might not influence the
                        vulgar voters to choose him before their own landlord, or the most
                        considerable gentleman in the neighborhood. How it came to pass, that people
                        were so violently bent upon getting into this assembly, which I allowed to
                        be a great trouble and expense, often to the ruin of their families, without
                        any salary or pension: because this appeared such an exalted strain of
                        virtue and public spirit, that his Majesty seemed to doubt it might possibly
                        not be always sincere: and he desired to know whether such zealous gentlemen
                        could have any views of refunding themselves for the charges and trouble
                        they were at, by sacrificing <pb n="153"/> the public good to the designs of
                        a weak and vicious prince in conjunction with a corrupted ministry. He
                        multiplied his questions and sifted me thoroughly upon every part of this
                        head, proposing numberless inquiries and objections, which I think it not
                        prudent or convenient to repeat. </p>
                    <p>Upon what I said in relation to our Courts of Justice, his Majesty desired to
                        be satisfied in several points: and this I was the better able to do, having
                        been formerly almost ruined by a long suit in <ref target="chancery_" corresp="chancery">chancery</ref>
                                <note xml:id="chancery" target="chancery_">The court of the Lord Chancellor in England, which
                            typically handled property disputes, and was notorious for expensive,
                            drawn-out procedures.</note>, which was decreed for me with costs. He
                        asked, what time was usually spent in determining between right and wrong,
                        and what degree of expense. Whether advocates and orators had liberty to
                        plead in causes manifestly known to be unjust, vexatious, or oppressive.
                        Whether party in religion or politics were observed to be of any weight in
                        the scale of justice. Whether those pleading orators were persons educated
                        in the general knowledge of equity, or only in provincial, national, and
                        other local customs. Whether they or their judges had any part in <ref target="penning_" corresp="penning">penning</ref>
                                <note xml:id="penning" target="penning_">Authoring; writing up.</note> those laws which they
                        assumed the liberty of interpreting and glossing upon at their pleasure.
                        Whether they had ever at different times pleaded for and against the same
                        cause, and cited precedents to prove contrary opinions. Whether they were a
                        rich or a poor corporation. Whether they received any <ref target="pecuniary_" corresp="pecuniary">pecuniary</ref>
                                <note xml:id="pecuniary" target="pecuniary_">financial</note> reward for
                        pleading or delivering their opinions. And particularly whether they were
                        ever admitted as members in the lower senate. <pb n="154"/>
                    </p>
                    <p>He fell next upon the management of our treasury; and said he thought my
                        memory had failed me, because I computed our taxes at about five or six
                        millions a year, and when I came to mention the issues, he found they
                        sometimes amounted to more than double; for the notes he had taken were very
                        particular in this point, because he hoped, as he told me, that the
                        knowledge of our conduct might be useful to him, and he could not be
                        deceived in his calculations. But, if what I told him were true, he was
                        still at a loss how a kingdom could run out of its estate like a private
                        person. He asked me, who were our creditors; and where we should find money
                        to pay them. He wondered to hear me talk of such chargeable and extensive
                        wars; that certainly we must be a quarrelsome people, or live among very bad
                        neighbors, and that our generals must needs be richer than our kings. He
                        asked what business we had out of our own islands, unless upon the score of
                        trade or treaty, or to defend the coasts with our fleet. About all, he was
                        amazed to hear me talk of a mercenary standing army in the midst of peace,
                        and among a free people. He said, if we were governed by our own consent in
                        the persons of our representatives, he could not imagine of whom we were
                        afraid, or against whom we were to fight; and would hear my opinion, whether
                        a private man's house might not better be defended by himself, his children,
                        and family, than by half a dozen rascals picked up at a venture in the
                        streets, for small wages, who might get a hundred times more by cutting
                        their throats. <pb n="155"/>
                    </p>
                    <p>He laughed at my odd kind of arithmetic (as he was pleased to call it) in
                        reckoning the numbers of our people by a computation drawn from the several
                        sects among us in religion and politics. He said, he knew no reason, why
                        those who entertain opinions prejudicial to the public, should be obliged to
                        change, or should not be obliged to conceal them. And as it was tyranny in
                        any government to require the first, so it was weakness not to enforce the
                        second: for a man may be allowed to keep poisons in his closet, but not to
                        vend them about for <ref target="cordials_" corresp="cordials">cordials</ref>
                                <note xml:id="cordials" target="cordials_">Comforting,
                            usually sweet alcoholic drinks, such as a liqueur. </note>. </p>
                    <p>He observed that among the diversions of our nobility and gentry I had
                        mentioned gaming. He desired to know at what age this entertainment was
                        usually taken up, and when it was laid down; how much of their time it
                        employed; whether it ever went so high as to affect their fortunes; whether
                        mean vicious people, by their dexterity in that art, might not arrive at
                        great riches, and sometimes keep our very nobles in dependence, as well as
                            <ref target="habituate_" corresp="habituate">habituate</ref>
                                <note xml:id="habituate" target="habituate_">To get used to; to grow
                            accustomed.</note> them to vile companions, wholly take them from the
                        improvement of their minds, and force them, by the losses they have
                        received, to learn and practice that infamous dexterity upon others. </p>
                    <p>He was perfectly astonished with the historical account I gave him of our
                        affairs during the last century, protesting it was only a heap of
                        conspiracies, rebellions, murders, massacres, revolutions, <pb n="156"/>
                        banishments, the very worst effects that avarice, faction, hypocrisy, <ref target="perfidiousness_" corresp="perfidiousness_">perfidiousness</ref>
                                <note xml:id="perfidiousness_" target="perfidiousness_">Deceitfulness or unfaithfulness. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, cruelty, rage,
                        madness, hatred, envy, lust, malice, or ambition could produce. </p>
                    <p>His Majesty in another audience was at the pains to <ref target="c0128" corresp="n0128">recapitulate</ref>
                                <note xml:id="n0128" target="c0128">To
                            bring together in a concise manner to repeat or summarize. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> the sum of all I
                        had spoken, compared the questions he made with the answers I had given,
                        then taking me into his hands, and stroking me gently, delivered himself in
                        these words, which I shall never forget nor the manner he spoke them in: My
                        little friend Grildrig, you have made a most admirable <ref target="panegyric_" corresp="panegyric">panegyric</ref>
                                <note xml:id="panegyric" target="panegyric_">A speech of praise.</note> upon
                        your country; you have clearly proved that ignorance, idleness, and vice,
                        may be sometimes the only ingredients for qualifying a legislator; that laws
                        are best explained, interpreted, and applied by those whose interest and
                        abilities lie in perverting, confounding, and eluding them. I observe among
                        you some lines of an institution, which in its original might have been
                        tolerable, but these half erased, and the rest wholly blurred and blotted by
                        corruptions. It does not appear from all you have said, how any one virtue
                        is required towards the procurement of any one station among you; much less
                        that men are ennobled on account of their virtue, that priests are advanced
                        for their piety or learning, soldiers for their conduct or valor, judges for
                        their integrity, senators for the love of their country, or counsellors for
                        their wisdom. As for yourself (continued the King) who have spent the
                        greatest part of your life in traveling, I am well disposed to hope you may
                        hitherto have escaped many vices of your country. <pb n="157"/> But by what
                        I have gathered from your own relation, and the answers I have with much
                        pains wringed and extorted from you, I cannot but conclude the bulk of your
                        natives to be the most <ref target="pernicious_" corresp="pernicioius">pernicious</ref>
                                <note xml:id="pernicious" target="permicious_">Harmful
                            or villainous. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                            Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> race of little <ref target="odious_" corresp="odious">odious</ref>
                                <note xml:id="odious" target="odious_">hateful</note> vermin that nature ever suffered to crawl upon the
                        surface of the earth. </p>
                </div>
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                    <head>CHAPTER VII</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italic">The Author's love of his country. He makes a proposal of
                            much advantage to the King, which is rejected. The King's great
                            ignorance in politics. The learning of that country very imperfect and
                            confined. Thee laws, and military affairs, and parties in the
                            state.</hi>
                            </head>
                    <head>
                                <ref target="Audio15_" corresp="Audio15">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio15" target="Audio15_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_15_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
                            </head>
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                    <p>Nothing but an extreme love of truth could have hindered me from concealing
                        this part of my story. It was in vain to discover my resentments, which were
                        always turned into ridicule; and I was forced to rest with patience while my
                        noble and most beloved country was so injuriously treated. I am heartily
                        sorry as any of my readers can possibly be, that such an occasion was given:
                        but this prince happened to be so curious and inquisitive upon every
                        particular, that it could not consist either with gratitude or good manners
                        to refuse giving him what satisfaction I was able. Yet thus much I may be
                        allowed to say in my own vindication, that I artfully eluded many of his
                        questions, and gave to every point a more favorable turn by <pb n="158"/>
                        many degrees than the strictness of truth would allow. For I have always
                        borne that <ref target="laudable_" corresp="laudable">laudable</ref>
                                <note xml:id="laudable" target="laudable_">Praiseworthy. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> partiality to my
                        own country, which <ref target="Halicarnassensis_" corresp="Halicarnassensis">Dionysius Halicarnassensis</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Halicarnassensis" target="Halicarnassensis_">Dionysius of
                            Harlicarnassus (60-c 7 BCE) was a Greek historian who was best known for
                            a history of Rome. <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                            Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> with so much justice recommends to a historian. I
                        would hide the frailties and deformities of my political mother, and place
                        her virtues and beauties in the most advantageous light. This was my sincere
                        endeavor in those many discourses I had with that mighty monarch, although
                        it unfortunately failed of success. </p>
                    <p>But great allowances should be given to a King who lives wholly secluded from
                        the rest of the world, and must therefore be altogether unacquainted with
                        the manners and customs that most prevail in other nations; the want of
                        which knowledge will ever produce many prejudices, and a certain narrowness
                        of thinking, from which we and the politer countries of Europe are wholly
                        exempted. And it would be hard indeed, if so remote a prince's notions of
                        virtue and vice were to be offered as a standard for all mankind. </p>
                    <p>To confirm what I have now said, and further, to show the miserable effects
                        of a confined education, I shall here insert a passage which will hardly
                        obtain belief. In hopes to <ref target="ingratiate_" corresp="ingratiate">ingratiate</ref>
                                <note xml:id="ingratiate" target="ingratiate_">to curry
                            favor</note> myself farther into his Majesty's favor, I told him of an
                        invention discovered between three and four hundred years ago, to make a
                        certain powder, into a heap of which the smallest spark of fire falling,
                        would kindle the whole in a moment, although it were as big as a mountain,
                        and make it all fly up in the air together, with a noise and agitation
                        greater than thunder. <pb n="159"/> That a proper quantity of this powder
                        rammed into a hollow tube of brass or iron, according to its bigness, would
                        drive a ball of iron or lead with such violence and speed, as nothing was
                        able to sustain its force. the largest balls thus discharged, would not only
                        destroy whole ranks of an army at once, but batter the strongest walls to
                        the ground, sink down ships, with a thousand men in each, to the bottom of
                        the sea; and, when linked together by a chain, would cut through masts and
                        rigging, divide hundreds of bodies in the middle, and lay all waste before
                        them. That we often put this powder into large hollow balls of iron, and
                        discharged them by an engine into some city we were besieging, which would
                        rip up the pavements, tear the houses to pieces, burst and throw splinters
                        on every side, dashing out the brains of all who came near. That I knew the
                        ingredients very well, which were cheap, and common; I understood the manner
                        of compounding them, and could direct his workmen how to make those tubes of
                        a size proportionable to all other things in his Majesty's kingdom, and the
                        largest need not be above a hundred feet long; twenty or thirty of which
                        tubes, charged with the proper quantity of powder and balls, would batter
                        down the walls of the strongest town in his dominions in a few hours, or
                        destroy the whole metropolis, if ever it should pretend to dispute his
                        absolute commands. This I humbly offered to his Majesty, as a small tribute
                        of acknowledgment in return of so many marks that I had received of his
                        royal favor and protection. <pb n="160"/>
                    </p>
                    <p>The King was struck with horror at the description I had given of those
                        terrible engines, and the proposal I had made. He was amazed how so impotent
                        and grovelling an insect as I (these were his expressions) could entertain
                        such inhuman ideas, and in so familiar a manner as to appear wholly unmoved
                        at all the scenes of blood and desolation, which I had painted as the common
                        effects of those destructive machines, whereof he said some evil genius,
                        enemy to mankind, must have been the first <ref target="contriver_" corresp="contriver">contriver</ref>
                                <note xml:id="contriver" target="contriver_">Inventor. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>. As for himself, he protested that although
                        few things delighted him so much as new discoveries in art or in nature, yet
                        he would rather lose half his kingdom than be privy to such a secret, which
                        he commanded me, as I valued my life, never to mention any more. </p>
                    <p>A strange effect of narrow principles and short views that a prince possessed
                        of every quality which procures veneration, love, and esteem; of strong
                        parts, great wisdom, and profound learning, endued with admirable talents
                        for government, and almost adored by his subjects, should from a nice
                        unnecessary scruple, whereof in Europe we can have no conception, let slip
                        an opportunity to put into his hands, that would have made him absolute
                        master of the lives, the liberties, and the fortunes of his people. Neither
                        do I say this with the least intention to detract from the many virtues of
                        that excellent King, whose character I am sensible will on this account be
                        very much lessened in the opinion of an English reader: but I take this
                        defect among them to have risen from their ignorance, they not having
                        hitherto reduced politics into <pb n="161"/> a science, as the more acute
                        wits of Europe have done. For I remember very well, in a discourse one day
                        with the King, when I happened to say there were several thousand books
                        among us written upon the art of government, it gave him (directly contrary
                        to my intention) a very mean opinion of our understandings. He professed
                        both to abominate and despise all mystery, refinement, and intrigue, either
                        in a prince or a minister. He could not tell what I meant secrets of state,
                        where an enemy or some rival nation were not in the case. He confined the
                        knowledge of governing within very narrow bounds; to common sense and
                        reason, to justice and <ref target="lenity_" corresp="lenity">lenity</ref>
                                <note xml:id="lenity" target="lenity_">Mildness [or]
                            gentleness; leniency. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, to the speedy <ref target="determination_" corresp="determination">determination</ref>
                                <note xml:id="determination" target="determination_">Cessation or end to a judicial case. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>.</note> of civil and
                        criminal causes; with some other obvious topics, which are not worth
                        considering. And he gave it for his opinion, that whoever could make two
                        ears of corn or two blades of grass to grow upon a spot of ground where only
                        one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential
                        service to his country than the whole race of politicians put together. </p>
                    <p>The learning of this people is very defective, consisting only in morality,
                        history, poetry, and mathematics, wherein they must be allowed to excel. But
                        the last of these is wholly applied to what may be useful in life, to the
                        improvement of agriculture, and all mechanical arts; so that among us it
                        would be little esteemed. And as to ideas, entities, abstractions, and <ref target="transcendentals_" corresp="transcendentals">transcendentals</ref>
                                <note xml:id="transcendentals" target="transcendentals_">Mental conceptions; ideas or abstractions that
                            are not about the physical world.</note>, I could never drive the least
                        conception into their heads. <pb n="162"/>
                    </p>
                    <p>No law of that country must exceed in words the number of letters in their
                        alphabet, which consists only of twenty-two. But indeed few of them extend
                        even to that length. They are expressed in the most plain and simple terms,
                        wherein those people are not <ref target="mercurial_" corresp="mercurial">mercurial</ref>
                                <note xml:id="mercurial" target="mercurial_">Quick-witted or imaginative. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> enough to discover above one interpretation;
                        and to write a comment upon any law is a capital crime. As to the decision
                        of civil causes, or proceedings against criminals, their precedents are so
                        few, that they have little reason to boast of any extraordinary skill in
                        either. </p>
                    <p>They have had the art of printing, as well as the Chinese, time out of mind.
                        But their libraries are not very large; for that of the King's which is
                        reckoned the biggest, does not amount to above a thousand volumes, placed in
                        a gallery twelve hundred feet long, from which I had liberty to borrow what
                        books I pleased. The Queen's joiner had contrived in one of Glumdalclitch's
                        rooms a kind of wooden machine twenty-five feet high, formed like a standing
                        ladder; the steps were each fifty feet long. It was indeed a moveable pair
                        of stairs, the lowest end placed at ten feet distance from the wall of the
                        chamber. The book I had a mind to read was put up leaning against the wall.
                        I first mounted to the upper step of the ladder, and turning my face towards
                        the book, began at the top of the page, and so walking to the right and left
                        about eight or ten yards, according to the length of the lines, till I had
                        gotten a little below the level of my eyes, and then descending gradually
                        till I came to the bottom; after which I mounted again and began <pb n="163"/> the other page in the same manner, and so turned over the <ref target="leaf_" corresp="leaf">leaf</ref>
                                <note xml:id="leaf" target="leaf_">Page. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, which I could easily do with both my hands,
                        for it was as thick and stiff as <ref target="pasteboard_" corresp="pasteboard">pasteboard</ref>
                                <note xml:id="pasteboard" target="pasteboard_">Pasteboard is about as thick as card stock or
                            cardboard. Source: Wikipedia</note>, and in the largest <ref target="folios_" corresp="folios">folios</ref>
                                <note xml:id="folios" target="folios_">folio was the largest book size available in Swift's
                            day.</note> not above eighteen or twenty feet long. </p>
                    <p>Their style is clear, masculine, and smooth, but not <ref target="florid_" corresp="florid">florid</ref>
                                <note xml:id="florid" target="florid_">Flowery or ornamental. Soruce: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, for they avoid nothing more than multiplying
                        unnecessary words, or using various expressions. I have perused many of
                        their books, especially those in history and morality. Among the rest, I was
                        much diverted with a little old treatise, which always lay in
                        Glumdalclitch's bed chamber, and belonged to her governess, a grave elderly
                        gentlewoman, who dealt in writings of morality and devotion. The book treats
                        of the weakness of human kind, and is in little esteem, except among the
                        women and the vulgar. However, I was curious to see what an author of that
                        country could say upon such a subject. This writer went through all the
                        usual topics of European showing how diminutive, contemptible, and helpless
                        an animal was man in his own nature; how unable to defend himself from the
                            <ref target="inclemencies_" corresp="inclemencies">inclemencies</ref>
                                <note xml:id="inclemencies" target="inclemencies_">Severe weather. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> of the air, or the fury of wild beasts; how
                        much he was excelled by one creature in strength, by another in speed, by a
                        third in foresight, by a fourth in industry. He added, that nature was
                        degenerated in these latter declining ages of the world, and could now
                        produce only small abortive births in comparison of those in ancient times.
                        He said, it was very reasonable to think, not only that the species of men
                        were originally much larger, but also, that there must have been <pb n="164"/> giants in former ages, which, as it is asserted by history and tradition,
                        so it has been confirmed by huge bones and skulls casually dug up in several
                        parts of the Kingdom, far exceeding the common dwindled race of man in our
                        days. He argued, that the very laws of nature absolutely required we should
                        have been made in the beginning, of a size more large and robust, not so
                        liable to destruction from every little accident of a tile falling from a
                        house, or a stone cast from the hand of a boy, or of being drowned in a
                        little brook. From this way of reasoning the author drew several moral
                        applications useful in the conduct of life, but needless here to repeat. For
                        my own part, I could not avoid reflecting how universally this talent was
                        spread, of drawing lectures in morality, or indeed rather matter of
                        discontent and repining, from the quarrels we raise with nature. And I
                        believe, upon a strict inquiry, those quarrels might be shown as
                        ill-grounded among us as they are among that people. </p>
                    <p>As to their military affairs, they boast that the King's army consists of a
                        hundred and seventy-six thousand foot, and thirty-two thousand horse: if
                        that may be called an army which is made up of tradesmen in the several
                        cities, and farmers in the country, whose commanders are only the nobility
                            <pb n="165"/> and <ref target="gentry_" corresp="gentry">gentry</ref>
                                <note xml:id="gentry" target="gentry_">A rank below the
                            nobility but above the common people.</note>, without pay or reward.
                        They are indeed perfect enough in their exercises, and under very good
                        discipline, wherein I saw no great merit; for how should it be otherwise,
                        where every farmer is under the command of his own landlord, and every
                        citizen under that of the principal men in his own city, chosen after the
                        manner of Venice by ballot? </p>
                    <p>I have often seen the militia of Lorbrulgrud drawn out to exercise in a great
                        field near the city of twenty miles square. They were in all not above
                        twenty-five thousand foot, and six thousand horse; but it was impossible for
                        me to compute their number, considering the space of ground they took up. A
                        cavalier mounted on a large steed, might be about a hundred feet high. I
                        have seen this whole body of horse, upon a word of command, draw their
                        swords at once, and brandish them in the air. Imagination can figure nothing
                        so grand, so surprising, and so astonishing. It looked as if ten thousand
                        flashes of lightning were darting at the same time from every quarter of the
                        sky. </p>
                    <p>I was curious to know how this prince, to whose dominions there is no access
                        from any other country, came to think of armies, or to teach his people the
                        practice of military discipline. But I was soon informed, both by
                        conversation and reading their histories. For in the course of many ages
                        they have been troubled with the same disease to which the whole race of
                        mankind is subject; the nobility often contending for power, the people for
                        liberty, and the King for absolute dominion. All which, <pb n="166"/>
                        however happily tempered by the laws of the kingdom, have been sometimes
                        violated by each of the three parties, and have once or more occasioned
                        civil wars, the last whereof was happily put an end to by this prince's
                        grandfather by a general composition; and the militia, then settled with
                        common consent, has been ever since kept in the strictest duty. </p>
                </div>

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                <div type="chapter" n="8">
                    <head>CHAPTER VIII</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italic">The King and Queen make a progress to the frontiers. The
                            Author attends them. The manner in which he leaves the country very
                            particularly related. He returns to</hi> England. </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <ref target="Audio16_" corresp="Audio16">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio16" target="Audio16_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_16_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <p>I had always a strong impulse that I should some time recover my liberty,
                        though it was impossible to conjecture by what means, or to form any project
                        with the least hope of succeeding. The ship in which I sailed was the first
                        ever known to be driven within sight of that coast, and the King had given
                        strict orders, that if at any time another appeared, it should be taken
                        ashore, and with all its crew and passengers brought in a <ref target="tumbril_" corresp="tumbril">tumbril</ref>
                                <note xml:id="tumbril" target="tumbril_">A cart. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> to Lorbrulgrud. He was strongly bent to get
                        me a woman of my own size, by whom I might <ref target="propogate_" corresp="propogate">propagate</ref>
                                <note xml:id="propogate" target="propogate_">To increase or multiply, such as by reproduction.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> the
                        breed: but I think I should rather have died than undergone the disgrace of
                        leaving a posterity to be kept in cages like tame canary birds, and perhaps,
                        in time, sold about the kingdom to persons of quality for curiosities. I
                        was, indeed, treated with <pb n="167"/> much kindness; I was the favorite of
                        a great King and Queen, and the delight of the whole court, but it was upon
                        such a foot as ill became the dignity of human kind. I could never forget
                        those domestic pledges I had left behind me. I wanted to be among people
                        with whom I could converse upon even terms, and walk about the streets and
                        fields without fear of being trod to death like a frog or a young puppy. But
                        my deliverance came sooner than I expected, and in a manner not very common;
                        the whole story and circumstances of which I shall faithfully relate. </p>
                    <p>I had now been two years in this country; and about the beginning of the
                        third, Glumdalclitch and I attended the King and Queen in a progress to the
                        coast of the kingdom. I was carried, as usual, in my traveling box, which,
                        as I have already described, was a very convenient closet of twelve feet
                        wide. And I had ordered a hammock to be fixed by silken ropes from the four
                        corners at the top, to break the jolts, when a servant carried me before him
                        on horseback, as I sometimes desired, and would often sleep in my hammock
                        while we were upon the road. On the roof of my closet, just over the middle
                        of the hammock, I ordered the joiner to cut out a hole a foot square, to
                        give me air in hot weather as I slept, which hole I shut at pleasure with a
                        board that drew backwards and forwards through a groove. </p>
                    <p>When we came to our journey's end, the King thought proper to pass a few days
                        at a palace he has near Flanflasnic, a city within eighteen English miles
                            <pb n="168"/> of the seaside. Glumdalclitch and I were much fatigued; I
                        had gotten a small cold, but the poor girl was so ill as to be confined to
                        her chamber. I longed to see the ocean, which must be the only scene of my
                        escape, if ever it should happen. I pretended to be worse than I really was,
                        and desired leave to take the fresh air of the sea, with a page whom I was
                        very fond of, and who had sometimes been trusted with me. I shall never
                        forget with what unwillingness Glumdalclitch consented, nor the strict
                        charge she gave the page to be careful of me, bursting at the same time into
                        a flood of tears, as if she had some foreboding of what was to happen. The
                        boy took me out in my box about half an hour's walk from the palace, towards
                        the rocks on the seashore. I ordered him to set me down, and lifting up one
                        of my sashes, cast many a wistful melancholy look towards the sea. I found
                        myself not very well, and told the page that I had a mind to take a nap in
                        my hammock, which I hoped would do me good. I got in, and the boy shut the
                        window close down to keep out the cold. I soon fell asleep, and all I can
                        conjecture is, that while I slept, the page, thinking no danger could
                        happen, went among the rocks to look for birds' eggs, having before observed
                        him from my window searching about, and picking up one or two in the clefts.
                        Be that as it will, I found myself suddenly awaked with a violent pull upon
                        the ring which was fastened at the top of my box for the conveniency of
                        carriage. I felt my box raised very high in the air, and then borne forward
                        with prodigious speed. The <pb n="169"/> first jolt had like to have shaken
                        me out of my hammock, but afterwards the motion was easy enough. I called
                        out several times as loud as I could raise my voice, but all to no purpose.
                        I looked towards my windows and could see nothing but the clouds and sky. I
                        heard a noise just over my head like the clapping of wings, and then began
                        to perceive the woeful condition I was in; that some eagle had got the ring
                        of my box in his beak, with an intent to let it fall on a rock like a
                        tortoise in a shell, and then pick out my body, and devour it. For the
                        sagacity and smell of this bird enable him to discover his <ref target="quarry_" corresp="quarry">quarry</ref>
                                <note xml:id="quarry" target="quarry">prey</note> at a great distance, though better concealed
                        than I could be within a two-inch board. </p>
                    <p>In a little time I observed the noise of flutter of wings to increase very
                        fast, and my box was tossed up and down, like a sign post on a windy day. I
                        heard several bangs or <ref target="buffets_" corresp="buffets">buffets</ref>
                                <note xml:id="buffets" target="buffets_">Hits or blows.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, as I
                        thought, given to the eagle (for such I am certain it must have been that
                        held the ring of my box in his beak), and then all of a sudden felt myself
                        falling perpendicularly down for above a minute, but with such incredible
                        swiftness that I almost lost my breath. My fall was stopped by a terrible
                        squash, that sounded <ref target="Niagara_" corresp="Niagara">louder to my
                            ears than the cataract of Niagara</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Niagara" target="Niagara_">That is, louder than the roar of Niagara
                        Falls.</note>; after which I was quite in the dark for another minute, and
                        then my box began to rise so high that I could see light from the tops of my
                        windows. I now perceived that I had fallen into the sea. My box, by the
                        weight of my body, the goods that were in, and the broad plates of iron
                        fixed for strength at the <pb n="170"/> four corners of the top and bottom,
                        floated five feet deep in water. I did then, and do now, suppose that the
                        eagle which flew away with my box was pursued by two or three others, and
                        forced to let me drop while he was defending himself against the rest, who
                        hoped to share in the prey. The plates of iron fastened at the bottom of the
                        box (for those were the strongest) preserved the balance while it fell, and
                        hindered it from being broken on the surface of the water. Every joint of it
                        was well grooved, and the door did not move on hinges, but up and down like
                        a sash, which kept my closet so tight that very little water came in. I got
                        with much difficulty out of my hammock, having first ventured to draw back
                        the slipboard on the roof already mentioned, contrived on purpose to let in
                        air, for want of which I found myself almost stifled. </p>
                    <p>How often did I then wish myself with my dear Glumdalclitch, from whom one
                        single hour had so far divided me! And I may say with truth, that in the
                        midst of my own misfortunes I could not forbear lamenting my poor nurse, the
                        grief she would suffer for my loss, the displeasure of the Queen, and the
                        ruin of her fortune. Perhaps many travelers have not been under greater
                        difficulties and distress than I was at this juncture, expecting every
                        moment to see my box dashed in pieces, or at least overset by the first
                        violent blast, or a rising wave. A breach in one single pane of glass would
                        have been immediate death: nor could anything have preserved the windows,
                        but the strong lattice wires placed on the <pb n="171"/> outside against
                        accidents in traveling. I saw the water ooze in at several crannies,
                        although the leaks were not considerable, and I endeavored to stop them as
                        well as I could. I was not able to lift up the roof of my closet, which
                        otherwise I certainly should have done, and sat on the top of it, where I
                        might at least preserve myself some hours longer than by being shut up, as I
                        may call it, in the hold. Or, if I escaped these dangers for a day or two,
                        what could I expect but a miserable death of cold and hunger! I was four
                        hours under these circumstances, expecting and indeed wishing every moment
                        to be my last. </p>
                    <p>I have already told the reader that there were two strong staples fixed upon
                        that side of my box which had no window, and into which the servant who used
                        to carry me on horseback would put a leathern belt, and buckle it about his
                        waist. Being in this <ref target="disconsolate_" corresp="disconsolate">disconsolate</ref>
                                <note xml:id="disconsolate" target="disconsolate_">Gloomy or despondent. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> state, I heard or at least thought I heard
                        some kind of grating noise on that side of my box where the staples were
                        fixed, and soon after I began to fancy that the box was pulled or towed
                        along in the sea; for I now and then felt a sort of tugging, which made the
                        waves rise near the tops of my windows, leaving me almost in the dark. This
                        gave me some faint hopes of relief, although I was not able to imagine how
                        it could be brought about. I ventured to unscrew one of my chairs, which
                        were always fastened to the floor; and having made a hard shift to screw it
                        down again directly under the slipping-board that I had lately <pb n="172"/>
                        opened, I mounted on the chair, and putting my mouth as near as I could to
                        the hole, I called for help in a loud voice, and in all the languages I
                        understood. I then fastened my handkerchief to a stick I usually carried,
                        and thrusting it up the hole, waved it several times in the air, that if any
                        boat or ship were near, the seamen might conjecture some unhappy mortal to
                        be shut up in the box. </p>
                    <p>I found no effect from all I could do, but plainly perceived my closet to be
                        moved along; and in the space of an hour, or better, that side of the box
                        where the staples were, and had no window, struck against something that was
                        hard. I apprehended it to be a rock, and found myself tossed more than ever.
                        I plainly heard a noise upon the cover of my closet, like that of a cable,
                        and the grating of it as it passed through the ring. I then found myself
                        hoisted up by degrees at least three feet higher than I was before.
                        Whereupon I again thrust up my stick and handkerchief, calling for help till
                        I was almost hoarse. In return to which, I heard a great shout repeated
                        three times, giving me such transports of joy, as are not to be conceived
                        but by those who feel them. I now heard a trampling over my head, and
                        somebody calling through the hole with a loud voice in the English tongue:
                        If there be anybody below, let them speak. I answered, I was an Englishman,
                        drawn by ill fortune into the greatest calamity that ever any creature
                        underwent, and begged, by all that is moving, to be delivered out of the
                        dungeon I was in. The voice replied, I was <pb n="173"/> safe, for my box
                        was fastened to their ship; and the carpenter should immediately come and
                        saw an hole in the cover, large enough to pull me out. I answered, that was
                        needless, and would take up too much time, for there was no more to be done,
                        but let one of the crew put his finger into the ring, and take the box out
                        of the sea into the ship, and so into the captain's cabin. Some of them upon
                        hearing me talk so wildly thought I was mad; others laughed; for indeed it
                        never came into my head that I was now among people of my own stature and
                        strength. The carpenter came, and in a few minutes sawed a passage about
                        four feet square, then let down a small ladder, upon which I mounted, and
                        from thence was taken into the ship in a very weak condition. </p>
                    <p>The sailors were all in amazement, and asked me a thousand questions, which I
                        had no inclination to answer. I was equally confounded at the sight of so
                        many <ref target="pigmies_" corresp="pigmies">pigmies</ref>
                                <note xml:id="pigmies" target="pigmies_">People of small stature. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, for such I took
                        them to be, after having so long accustomed my eyes to the monstrous objects
                        I had left. But the Captain, Mr. Thomas Wilcocks, an honest worthy
                        Shropshire man, observing I was ready to faint, took me into his cabin, gave
                        me a cordial to comfort me, and made me turn in upon his own bed, advising
                        me to take a little rest, of which I had great need. Before I went to sleep
                        I gave him to understand that I had some valuable furniture in my box, too
                        good to be lost, a fine hammock, a handsome field bed, two chairs, a table,
                        and a cabinet; <pb n="174"/> that my closet was hung on all sides, or rather
                        quilted, with silk and cotton; that if he would let one of the crew bring my
                        closet into his cabin, I would open it there before him, and show him my
                        goods. The Captain hearing me utter these absurdities, concluded I was
                        raving: however (I suppose to pacify me), he promised to give order as I
                        desired, and going upon deck sent some of his men down into my closet, from
                        whence (as I afterwards found) they drew up all my goods, and stripped off
                        the quilting; but the chairs, cabinet, and bedstead, being screwed to the
                        floor, were much damaged by the ignorance of the seamen, who tore them up by
                        force. Then they knocked off some of the boards for the use of the ship, and
                        when they had got all they had a mind for, let the hull drop into the sea,
                        which by reason of many breaches made in the bottom and sides, <ref target="sunk_" corresp="sunk">sunk to rights</ref>
                                <note xml:id="sunk" target="sunk_">sunk immediately</note>. And indeed I was glad not to
                        have been a spectator of the havoc they made; because I am confident it
                        would have sensibly touched me, by bringing former passages into my mind,
                        which I had rather forget. </p>
                    <p>I slept some hours, but perpetually disturbed with dreams of the place I had
                        left, and the dangers I had escaped. However, upon waking I found myself
                        much recovered. It was now about eight o'clock at night, and the Captain
                        ordered supper immediately, thinking I had already fasted too long. He
                        entertained me with great kindness, observing me not to look wildly, or talk
                        inconsistently: and when we were left alone, desired I would give him <pb n="175"/> a relation of my travels, and by what accident I came to be
                        set adrift in that monstrous wooden chest. He said, that about twelve
                        o'clock at noon, as he was looking through his glass, he spied it at a
                        distance, and thought it was a sail, which he had a mind to make, being not
                        much out of his course, in hopes of buying some <ref target="biscuit_" corresp="biscuit">biscuit</ref>
                                <note xml:id="biscuit" target="biscuit_">Hardtack or a simple biscuit/cracker that was made on ships made from
                            flour, water, and occasionally salt. Because of its inexpensiveness and
                            non-perishable qualty it was often taken on ships. </note>, his own
                        beginning to fall short. That upon coming nearer, and finding his error, he
                        sent out his longboat to discover what I was; that his men came back in a
                        fright, swearing they had seen a swimming house. That he laughed at their
                        folly, and went himself in the boat, ordering his men to take a strong cable
                        along with them. That the weather being calm, he rowed round me several
                        times, observed my windows, and the wire lattices that defended them. That
                        he discovered two staples upon one side, which was all of boards, without
                        any passage for light. He then commanded his men to row up to that side, and
                        fastening a cable to one of the staples, ordered them to tow my chest (as he
                        called it) towards the ship. When it was there, he gave directions to fasten
                        another cable to the ring fixed in the cover, and to raise up my chest with
                        pulley, which all the sailors were not able to do above two or three feet.
                        He said they saw my stick and handkerchief thrust out of the hole, and
                        concluded that some unhappy men must be shut up in the cavity. I asked
                        whether he or the crew had seen any prodigious birds in the air about the
                        time he first discovered me. To which he answered, that discoursing this
                        matter with the <pb n="176"/> sailors while I was asleep, one of them said
                        he had observed three eagles flying towards the north, but remarked nothing
                        of their being larger than the usual size, which I suppose must be <ref target="imputed_" corresp="imputed">imputed</ref>
                                <note xml:id="imputed" target="imputed_">Attributed to or ascribed to. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> to the great
                        height they were at; and he could not guess the reason of my question. I
                        then asked the Captain how far he reckoned we might be from land; he said,
                        by the best computation he could make, we were at least <ref target="league_" corresp="league">a hundred leagues</ref>
                                <note xml:id="league" target="league_">A league is about three miles, so thus
                            a hundred leagues would be about three hundred miles. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>. I assured him,
                        that he must be mistaken by almost half, for I had not left the country from
                        where I came above two hours before I dropped into the sea. Whereupon he
                        began again to think that my brain was disturbed, of which he gave me a
                        hint, and advised me to go to bed in a cabin he had provided. I assured him
                        I was well refreshed with his good entertainment and company, and as much in
                        my senses as ever I was in my life. He then grew serious, and desired to ask
                        me freely whether I were not troubled in mind by the consciousness of some
                        enormous crime, for which I was punished at the command of some prince, by
                        exposing me in that chest, as great criminals in other countries have been
                        forced to sea in a leaky vessel without provisions; for although he should
                        be sorry to have taken so ill a man into his ship, yet he would engage his
                        word to set me safe on shore in the first port where we arrived. He added,
                        that his suspicions were much increased by some very absurd speeches I had
                        delivered at first to the sailors, and afterwards to himself, in relation to
                        my closet or chest, as well as by my odd looks and behavior while I was at
                        supper. <pb n="177"/>
                    </p>
                    <p>I begged his patience to hear me tell my story, which I faithfully did from
                        the last time I left England to the moment he first discovered me. And as
                        truth always forces its way into rational minds, so this honest worthy
                        gentleman, who had some <ref target="tincture_" corresp="tincture">tincture</ref>
                                <note xml:id="tincture" target="tincture_">extract or
                            component</note> of learning, and very good sense, was immediately
                        convinced of my <ref target="candor_" corresp="candor">candor</ref>
                                <note xml:id="candor" target="candor_">Integrity, honesty. Source: <hi rend="italics">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> and <ref target="veracity_" corresp="veracity">veracity</ref>
                                <note xml:id="veracity" target="veracity_">Truthfulness. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>. But further to
                        confirm all I had said, I entreated him to give order that my cabinet should
                        be brought, of which I had the key in my pocket (for he had already informed
                        me how the seamen disposed of my closet), I opened it in his presence and
                        showed him the small collection of rarities I made in the country from where
                        I had been so strangely delivered. There was a comb I had contrived out of
                        the stumps of the King's beard, and another of the same materials, but fixed
                        into a paring of her Majesty's thumb-nail, which served for the back. There
                        was a collection of needles and pins from a foot to half a yard long; four
                        wasp-stings, like joiners' tacks; some combings of the Queen's hair; a gold
                        ring which one day she made me a present of in a most obliging manner,
                        taking it from her little finger, and throwing it over my head like a
                        collar. I desired the Captain would please to accept this ring in return of
                        his civilities, which he absolutely refused. I showed him a corn that I had
                        cut off with my own hand, from a maid of honor's toe; it was about the
                        bigness of a <ref target="pippin_" corresp="pippin">Kentish
                            pippin</ref>
                                <note xml:id="pippin" target="pippin_">A variety of apple
                            first cultivated in Kent, in southern England.</note>, and grown so hard
                        that when I returned to England, I got it hollowed into a cup, and set in
                        silver. Lastly, I <pb n="178"/> desired him to see the breeches I had then
                        on, which were made of a mouse's skin. </p>
                    <p>I could force nothing on him but a footman's tooth, which I observed him to
                        examine with great curiosity, and found he had a fancy for it. He received
                        it with abundance of thanks, more than such a trifle could deserve. It was
                        drawn by an unskillful surgeon, in a mistake, from one of Glumdalclitch's
                        men, who was afflicted with the toothache, but it was as sound as any in his
                        head. I got it cleaned, and put it into my cabinet. It was about a foot
                        long, and four inches in diameter. </p>
                    <p>The Captain was very well satisfied with plain relation I had given him, and
                        said he hoped when we returned to England I would oblige the world by
                        putting it in paper and making it public. My answer was that I thought we
                        were already overstocked with books of travels; that nothing could now pass
                        which was not extraordinary; wherein I doubted some authors less consulted
                        truth than their own vanity, or interest, or the diversion of ignorant
                        readers. That my story could contain little besides common events, without
                        those ornamental descriptions of strange plants, trees, birds, and other
                        animals, or of the barbarous customs and idolatry of savage people, with
                        which most writers abound. However, I thanked him for his good opinion, and
                        promised to take the matter into my thoughts. </p>
                    <p>He said he wondered at one thing very much, which was, to bear me speak so
                        loud, asking me whether the King or Queen of that country were thick <pb n="179"/> of hearing. I told him it was what I had been used to for
                        above two years past, and that I admired as much at the voices of him and
                        his men, who seemed to me only to whisper, and yet I could hear them well
                        enough. But when I spoke in that country, it was like a man talking in the
                        street to another looking out from the top of a steeple, unless when I was
                        placed on a table, or held in any person's hand, I told him, I had likewise
                        observed another thing, that when I first got into the ship, and the sailors
                        stood all about me, I thought they were the most little contemptible
                        creatures I had ever beheld. For indeed while I was in that prince's
                        country, I could never endure to look in a glass after my eyes had been
                        accustomed to such prodigious objects, because the comparison gave me so
                        despicable a conceit of myself. The Captain said that while we were at
                        supper he observed me look at everything with a sort of wonder, and that I
                        often seemed hardly able to contain my laughter, which he knew not well how
                        to take, but imputed it to some disorder in my brain. I answered, it was
                        very true; and I wondered how I could forbear, when I saw his dishes of the
                            <ref target="three-pence_" corresp="three-pence">size of a silver
                            three-pence</ref>
                                <note xml:id="three-pence_" target="three-pence">A
                            silver three-pence coin has a diameter of 16.20mm.</note>, a leg of pork
                        hardly a mouthful, a cup not so big as a nut-shell; and so I went on,
                        describing the rest of his household stuff and provisions after the same
                        manner. For, although the Queen had ordered a little equipage of all things
                        necessary for me while I was in her service, yet my ideas were wholly taken
                        up with what I saw on every side of <pb n="180"/> me, and I winked at my own
                        littleness as people do at their own faults. The Captain understood my
                        raillerynvery well, and merrily replied with the old English proverb, that
                        he doubted my eyes were bigger than my belly, for he did not observe my
                        stomach so good, although I had fasted all day; and continuing in his mirth,
                        protested he would have gladly given a hundred pounds to have seen my closet
                        in the eagle's bill, and afterwards in its fall from so great a height into
                        the sea; which would certainly have been a most astonishing object, worthy
                        to have the description of it transmitted to future ages: and the comparison
                        of <ref target="Phaeton_" corresp="Phaeton">Phaeton</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Phaeton" target="Phaeton_">In Greek mythology, the son of
                            Helios, the sun god. Phaeton rode his father's chariot (which in myth
                            carried the sun through the sky during teh day), but lost control of the
                            horses and plunged into the sea.</note> was so obvious, that he could
                        not forbear applying it, although I did not much admire the conceit. </p>
                    <p>The Captain having been at <ref target="Tonquin_" corresp="Tonquin">Tonquin</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Tonquin" target="Tonquin_">Modern-day
                            Vietnam.</note>, was in his return to England driven northeastward to
                        the latitude of 44 degrees, and of longitude 143. But meeting a trade wind
                        two days after I came on board him, we sailed southward a long time, and
                        coasting <ref target="New_Holland_" corresp="New_Holland_">New
                            Holland</ref>
                                <note xml:id="New_Holland_" target="New_Holland_">That is,
                            Australia; the first Europeans to map Australia were Dutch, and though
                            they never established a colony there, much of what we now call
                            Australia was referred to as New Holland by Europeans until the early
                            nineteenth century. </note> kept our course west-southwest, and then
                        south-southwest till we doubled the Cape of Good Hope. Our voyage was very
                        prosperous, but I shall not trouble the reader with a journal of it. The
                        Captain called in at one or two ports, and sent in his long-boat for
                        provisions and fresh water, but I never went out of the ship till we came
                        into the Downs, which was on the third day of June, 1706, about nine months
                        after my escape. I offered to leave my goods in security for payment of my
                        freight; but the Captain protested <pb n="181"/> he would not receive one
                            <ref target="farthing_" corresp="farthing">farthing</ref>
                                <note xml:id="farthing" target="farthing_">A quarter of a penny; that is, a
                            coin with very low value.</note>. We took kind leave of each other, and
                        I made him promise he would come to see me at my house in Redriff. I hired a
                        horse and guide for five shillings, which I borrowed of the Captain. </p>
                    <p>As I was on the road, observing the littleness of the houses, the trees, the
                        cattle, and the people, I began to think myself in Lilliput. I was afraid of
                        trampling on every traveler I met, and often called aloud to have them stand
                        out of the way, so that I had like to have gotten one or two broken heads
                        for my impertinence. </p>
                    <p>When I came to my own house, for which I was forced to enquire, one of the
                        servants opening the door, I bent down to go in (like a goose under a gate)
                        for fear of striking my head. My wife ran out to embrace me, but I stooped
                        lower than her knees, thinking she could otherwise never be able to reach my
                        mouth. My daughter kneeled to ask my blessing, but I could not see her till
                        she arose, having been so long used to stand with my head and eyes erect to
                        above sixty feet; and then I went to take her up with one hand, by the
                        waist. I looked down upon the servants and one or two friends who were in
                        the house, as if they had been pigmies, and I a giant. I told my wife, she
                        had been too thrifty, for I found she had starved herself and her daughter
                        to nothing. In short, I behaved myself so unaccountably, that they were all
                        of the Captain's opinion when he first saw me, and concluded I had <pb n="182"/> lost my wits. This I mention as an instance of the great power
                        of habit and prejudice. </p>
                    <p>In a little time I and my family and friends came to a right understanding:
                        but my wife protested I should never go to sea any more; although my evil
                        destiny so ordered that she had not power to hinder me, as the reader may
                        know hereafter. In the mean time I here conclude the second part of my
                        unfortunate voyages.</p>

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                <head>PART III <lb/>A VOYAGE TO LAPUTA, BALNIBARBI, GLUBBDUBDRIB, LUGGNAGG AND
                    JAPAN</head>

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                            <ref target="Audio17_" corresp="Audio17">[Audio File]</ref>
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                                <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_17_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
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                    <head>CHAPTER I</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italics">The Author sets out on his third voyage, is taken by
                            pyrates. The malice of a</hi> Dutchman. <hi rend="italics">His arrival
                            at an Island. He is received into</hi> Laputa.</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <p>I had not been at home above ten days, when Captain William Robinson, a
                        Cornish man, Commander of the Hope-well, a stout ship of three hundred tons,
                        came to my house. I had formerly been surgeon of another ship where he was
                        master, and a fourth part owner, in a voyage to the Levant; he had always
                        treated me more like a brother than an inferior officer, and hearing of my
                        arrival made me a visit, as I apprehended only out of friendship, for
                        nothing passed more than what is usual after long absences. But repeating
                        his visits often, expressing his joy to find me in good health, asking
                        whether I were now settled for life, adding that he intended a voyage to the
                        East Indies in two months; at last he plainly invited me, though with some
                        apologies, to be surgeon of the ship; that I should have another surgeon
                        under me besides our two mates; that my salary should be double to the usual
                        pay; and that <pb n="184"/> having experienced my knowledge in sea affairs
                        to be at least equal to his, he would enter into any engagement to follow my
                        advice, as much as if I had share in the command. </p>
                    <p>He said so many other obliging things, and I knew him to be so honest a man,
                        that I could not reject his proposal; the thirst I had of seeing the world,
                        notwithstanding my past misfortunes, continuing as violent as ever. The only
                        difficulty that remained, was to persuade my wife, whose consent however I
                        at last obtained by the prospect of advantage she proposed to her children. </p>
                    <p>We set out the 5th of August, 1706, and arrived at Fort St. George the 11th
                        of April 1707. We stayed there three weeks to refresh our crew, many of whom
                        were sick. From there we went to Tonquin, where the Captain resolved to
                        continue some time, because many of the goods he intended to buy were not
                        ready, nor could he expect to be dispatched in some months. Therefore in
                        hopes to <ref target="defray_" corresp="defray">defray</ref>
                                <note xml:id="defray" target="defray_">To pay, especially in the sense of
                            offset. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>
                        some of the charges he must be at, he bought a <ref target="sloop_" corresp="sloop">sloop</ref>
                                <note xml:id="sloop" target="sloop_">A small
                            boat. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>,
                        loaded it with several sorts of goods, wherewith the Tonquinese usually
                        trade to the neighboring islands, and putting fourteen men on board, whereof
                        three were of the country, he appointed me master of the sloop, and gave me
                        power <ref target="traffic_" corresp="traffic">to traffic</ref>
                                <note xml:id="traffic" target="traffic_">To trade. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> for two months, while he
                        transacted his affairs at Tonquin. </p>
                    <p>We had not sailed more than three days, when a great storm arising, we were
                        driven five days to the north-northeast, and then to the east; after which
                        we had fair weather, but still with a pretty strong gale from <pb n="185"/>
                        the west. Upon the tenth day we were chased by two pirates, who soon
                        overtook us, for my sloop was so deep loaden, that she sailed very slow,
                        neither were we in a condition to defend ourselves. </p>
                    <p>We were boarded about the same time by both the pirates, who entered
                        furiously at the head of their men, but finding us all prostrate upon our
                        faces (for so I gave order) they <ref target="pinioned_" corresp="pinioned">pinioned</ref>
                                <note xml:id="pinioned" target="pinioned_">Being bound or
                            shackled. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                            Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> us with strong ropes, and setting a guard upon
                        us, went to search the sloop. </p>
                    <p>I observed among them a Dutchman, who seemed to be of some authority, though
                        he was not commander of either ship. He knew us by our countenances to be
                        Englishmen, and jabbering to us in his own language, swore we should be tied
                        back to back, and thrown into the sea. I spoke Dutch tolerably well; I told
                        him who we were, and begged him in consideration of our being Christians and
                        Protestants, of neighboring countries, in strict alliance, that he would
                        move the Captains to take some pity on us. This inflamed his rage; he
                        repeated his threatenings, and turning to his companions, spoke with great
                        vehemence, in the Japanese language, as I suppose, often using the word <hi rend="italics">Christianos</hi>. </p>
                    <p>The largest of the two pirate ships was commanded by a Japanese Captain, who
                        spoke a little Dutch, but very imperfectly. He came up to me, and after
                        several questions, which I answered in great humility, he said we should not
                        die. I made the Captain a very low bow, and then turning to the Dutchman,
                        said, I was sorry to find more mercy in a heathen, than in a brother
                        Christian. But I <pb n="186"/> had soon reason to repent those foolish
                        words; for that malicious <ref target="reprobate_" corresp="reprobate">reprobate</ref>
                                <note xml:id="reprobate" target="reprobate_">A malicious
                            person. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>,
                        having often endeavored in vain to persuade both the Captains that I might
                        be thrown into the sea (which they would not yield to after the promise made
                        me, that I should not die), however prevailed so far as to have a punishment
                        inflicted on me, worse in all human appearance than death itself. My men
                        were sent by an equal division into both the pirate ships, and my sloop new
                        manned. As to myself, it was determined that I should be set adrift in a
                        small canoe, with paddles and a sail, and four days' provisions, which last
                        the Japanese Captain was so kind to double out of his own stores, and would
                        permit no man to search me. I got down into the canoe, while the Dutchman
                        standing upon the deck, loaded me with all the curses and injurious terms
                        his language could afford. </p>
                    <p>About an hour before we saw the pirates, I had taken an observation, and
                        found we were in the latitude of 46 N. and of longitude 183. When I was at
                        some distance from the pirates, I discovered by my pocket glass several
                        islands to the southeast. I set up my sail, the wind being fair, with a
                        design to reach the nearest of those islands, which I made a shift to do in
                        about three hours. It was all rocky; however I got many birds' eggs, and
                        striking fire, I kindled some <ref target="heath_" corresp="heath">heath</ref>
                                <note xml:id="heath" target="heath_">Bits of shrubs and
                            twigs. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>
                        and dry seaweed, by which I roasted my eggs. I ate no other supper, being
                        resolved to spare my provisions as much as I could. I passed the night under
                        the shelter of a rock, <pb n="187"/> strewing some heath under me, and slept
                        pretty well. </p>
                    <p>The next day I sailed to another island, and then to a third and fourth,
                        sometimes using my sail, and sometimes my paddles. But not to trouble the
                        reader with a particular account of my distresses, let it suffice that on
                        the fifth day I arrived at the last island in my sight, which lay
                        south-southeast to the former. </p>
                    <p>This island was at a greater distance than I expected, and I did not reach it
                        in less than five hours. I encompassed it almost around before I could find
                        a convenient place to land in, which was a small creek about three times the
                        wideness of my canoe. I found the island to be all rocky, only a little
                        intermingled with tufts of grass and sweet smelling herbs. I took out my
                        small provisions, and after having refreshed myself, I secured the remainder
                        in a cave, whereof there were great numbers. I gathered plenty of eggs upon
                        the rocks, and got a quantity of dry seaweed and parched grass, which I
                        designed to kindle the next day, and roast my eggs as well as I could. (For
                        I had about me my flint, steel, match, and burning glass.) I lay all night
                        in the cave where I had lodged my provisions. My bed was the same dry grass
                        and seaweed which I intended for fuel. I slept very little, for the
                        disquiets of my mind prevailed over my weariness, and kept me awake. I
                        considered how impossible it was to preserve my life in so desolate a place,
                        and how miserable my end must be. Yet I found myself so listless and
                        desponding that I had not the <pb n="188"/> heart to rise, and before I
                        could get spirits enough to creep out of my cave the day was far advanced. I
                        walked a while among the rocks; the sky was perfectly clear, and the sun so
                        hot that I was forced to turn my face from it; when all of a sudden it
                        became obscured, as I thought, in a manner very different from what happens
                        by the interposition of a cloud. I turned back, and perceived a vast opaque
                        body between me and the sun, moving forwards towards the island: it seemed
                        to be about two miles high, and hid the sun six or seven minutes, but I did
                        not observe the air to be much colder, or the sky more darkened, than if I
                        had stood under the shade of a mountain. As it approached nearer over the
                        place where I was, it appeared to be a firm substance, the bottom flat,
                        smooth, and shining very bright from the reflection of the sea below. I
                        stood upon a height about two hundred yards from the shore, and saw this
                        vast body descending almost to a parallel with me, at less than an English
                        mile distance. I took out my pocket perspective, and could plainly discover
                        numbers of people moving up and down the sides of it, which appeared to be
                        sloping, but what those people were doing, I was not able to distinguish. </p>
                    <p>The natural love of life gave me some inward motions of joy, and I was ready
                        to entertain a hope that this adventure might some way or other help to
                        deliver me from the desolate place and condition I was in. But at the same
                        time the reader can hardly conceive my astonishment, to behold an island in
                        the air, inhabited by men, who were able (as it <pb n="189"/> should seem)
                        to raise or sink, or put it into a progressive motion, as they pleased. But
                        not being at that time in a disposition to philosophise upon this
                        phenomenon, I rather chose to observe what course the island would take,
                        because it seemed for a while to stand still. Yet soon after it advanced
                        nearer, and I could see the sides of it, encompassed with several gradations
                        of galleries, and stairs at certain intervals, to descend from one to the
                        other. In the lowest gallery I beheld some people fishing with long angling
                        rods, and others looking on. I waved my cap (for my hat was long since worn
                        out) and my handkerchief towards the island; and upon its nearer approach, I
                        called and shouted with the utmost strength of my voice; and then looking
                        circumspectly, I beheld a crowd gather to that side which was most in my
                        view. I found by their pointing towards me and to each other, that they
                        plainly discovered me, although they made no return to my shouting. But I
                        could see four or five men running in great haste up the stairs to the top
                        of the island, who then disappeared. I happened rightly to conjecture, that
                        these were sent for orders to some person in authority upon this occasion. </p>
                    <p>The number of people increased, and in less than half an hour the island was
                        moved and raised in such a manner, that the lowest gallery appeared in a
                        parallel of less than a hundred yards distance from the height where I
                        stood. I then put myself into the most supplicating postures, and spoke in
                        the humblest accent, but received no answer. Those <pb n="190"/> who stood
                        nearest over against me seemed to be persons of distinction, as I supposed
                        by their habit. They conferred earnestly with each other, looking often upon
                        me. At length one of them called out in a clear, polite, smooth dialect, not
                        unlike in sound to the Italian; and therefore I returned an answer in that
                        language, hoping at least that the cadence might be more agreeable to his
                        ears. Although neither of us understood the other, yet my meaning was easily
                        known, for the people saw the distress I was in. </p>
                    <p>They made signs for me to come down from the rock and go towards the shore,
                        which I accordingly did; and the flying island being raised to a convenient
                        height, the <ref target="verge_" corresp="verge">verge</ref>
                                <note xml:id="verge" target="verge_">Edge or border.</note> directly over me,
                        a chain was let down from the lowest gallery, with a seat fastened to the
                        bottom, to which I fixed myself, and was drawn up by pullies. </p>
                </div>

                <lb/>
                <lb/>
                <div type="chapter" n="2">
                    <head>CHAPTER II</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italics">The humours and dispositions of the</hi> Laputians <hi rend="italics">described. An account of their learning. Of the King, and
                            his court. The Author's reception there. The inhabitants subject to fear
                            and <ref target="disquietudes_" corresp="disquietudes">disquietudes</ref>
                                    <note xml:id="disquietudes" target="disquietudes_">Disturbances. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                    </note>. An account of the
                            women.</hi>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <ref target="Audio18_" corresp="Audio18">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio18" target="Audio18_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_18_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <p>At my alighting I was surrounded by a crowd of people, but those who stood
                        nearest seemed to be of better quality. They beheld me with all the marks
                        and circumstances of wonder; neither indeed was I much in their debt, having
                            <pb n="191"/> never till then seen a race of mortals so singular in
                        their shapes, habits, and countenances. Their heads were all reclined either
                        to the right or the left; one of their eyes turned inward, and the other
                        directly up to the zenith. Their outward garments were adorned with the
                        figures of suns, moons, and stars, interwoven with those of fiddles, flutes,
                        harps, trumpets, guitars, harpsichords, and many other instruments of music,
                        unknown to us in Europe. I observed here and there many in the habit of
                        servants, with a blown bladder fastened like a flail to the end of a short
                        stick, which they carried in their hands. In each bladder was a small
                        quantity of dried pease, or little pebbles (as I was afterwards informed).
                        With these bladders they now and then flapped the mouths and ears of those
                        who stood near them, of which practice I could not then conceive the
                        meaning; it seems the minds of these people are so taken up with intense
                        speculations, that they neither can speak, nor attend to the discourses of
                        others, without being roused by some external <ref target="taction_" corresp="taction">taction</ref>
                                <note xml:id="taction" target="taction_">Touching or contact. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> upon the organs of speech and hearing; for
                        which reason those persons who are able to afford it always keep a flapper
                        (the original is <hi rend="italics">climenole</hi>) in their family, as one
                        of their domestics, nor ever walk abroad or make visits without him. And the
                        business of this officer is, when two or more persons are in company, <pb n="192"/> gently to strike with his bladder the mouth of him who is to
                        speak, and the right ear of him or them to whom the speaker addresses
                        himself. This flapper is likewise employed diligently to attend his master
                        in his walks, and upon occasion to give him a soft flap on his eyes, because
                        he is always so wrapped up in <ref target="cogitation_" corresp="cogitation">cogitation</ref>
                                <note xml:id="cogitation" target="cogitation_">Thinking
                            or reflection. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                            Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, that he is in manifest danger of falling down
                        every precipice, and bouncing his head against every post, and in the
                        streets, of jostling others, or being jostled himself into the <ref target="kennel_" corresp="kennel">kennel</ref>
                                <note xml:id="kennel" target="kennel_">A street drain or a gutter. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>. </p>
                    <p>It was necessary to give the reader this information, without which he would
                        be at the same loss with me, to understand the proceedings of these people,
                        as they conducted me the stairs, to the top of the island, and from there to
                        the royal palace. While we were ascending, they forgot several times what
                        they were about, and left me to myself, till their memories were again
                        roused by their flappers; for they appeared altogether unmoved by the sight
                        of my foreign habit and countenance, and by the shouts of the vulgar, whose
                        thoughts and minds were more disengaged. </p>
                    <p>At last we entered the palace, and proceeded into the chamber of presence,
                        where I saw the King seated on his throne, attended on each side by persons
                        of prime quality. Before the throne was a large table filled with globes and
                        spheres, and mathematical instruments of all kinds. His Majesty took not the
                        least notice of us, although our entrance was not <pb n="193"/> without
                        sufficient noise, by the <ref target="concourse_" corresp="concourse">concourse</ref>
                                <note xml:id="concourse" target="concourse_">A crowd or
                            gathering of people. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> of all persons belonging to the court. But he
                        was then deep in a problem, and we attended at least an hour, before he
                        could solve it. There stood by him on each side a young page, with flaps in
                        their hands, and when they saw he was at leisure, one of them gently struck
                        his mouth, and the other his right ear; at which he started like one
                        awakened on the sudden, and looking towards me and the company I was in,
                        recollected the occasion of our coming, whereof he had been informed before.
                        He spoke some words, whereupon immediately a young man with a flap came up
                        to my side, and flapped me gently on the right ear; but I made signs, as
                        well as I could, that I had no occasion for such an instrument; which, as I
                        afterwards found, gave his Majesty and the whole court a very mean opinion
                        of my understanding. The King, as far as I could conjecture, asked me
                        several questions, and I addressed myself to him in all the languages I had.
                        When it was found that I could neither understand nor be understood, I was
                        conducted by the King's order to an apartment in his palace (this prince
                        being distinguished above all his predecessors for his hospitality to
                        strangers), where two servants were appointed to attend me. My dinner was
                        brought, and four persons of quality, whom I remembered to have seen very
                        near the King's person, did me the honor to dine with me. We had two courses
                        of three dishes each. In the first course there was a shoulder of mutton,
                        cut into an equilateral triangle, a piece of beef into a rhomboides, and a
                        pudding into a <pb n="194"/> cycloid. The second course was two ducks, <ref target="trussed_" corresp="trussed">trussed</ref>
                                <note xml:id="trussed" target="trussed_">Tied. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> up into the form of fiddles; sausages and
                        puddings resembling flutes and <ref target="hautboys_" corresp="hautboys">hautboys</ref>
                                <note xml:id="hautboys" target="hautboys_">A woodwind
                            instument of a higher pitch than the bassoon. It is the ancestor of the
                            modern oboe, which is a corruption of "hautboy," itself a corruption of
                            the French for "high wood." Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, and a breast of veal in the shape of a harp.
                        The servants cut our bread into cones, cylinders, parallelograms, and
                        several other mathematical figures. </p>
                    <p>While we were at dinner, I made bold to ask the names of several things in
                        their language; and those noble persons, by the assistance of their
                        flappers, delighted to give me answers, hoping to raise my admiration of
                        their great abilities, if I could be brought to converse with them. I was
                        soon able to call for bread and drink, or whatever else I wanted. </p>
                    <p>After dinner my company withdrew, and a person was sent to me by the King's
                        order, attended by a flapper. He brought with him pen, ink, and paper, and
                        three or four books, giving me to understand by signs, that he was sent to
                        teach me the language. We sat together four hours, in which time I wrote
                        down a great number of words in columns, with the translations over against
                        them. I likewise made a shift to learn several short sentences. For my tutor
                        would order one of my servants to fetch something, to turn about, to make a
                        bow, to sit, or stand, or walk, and the like. Then I took down the sentence
                        in writing. He showed me also in one of his books the figures of the sun,
                        moon, and stars, the zodiac, the tropics, and polar circles, together with
                        the denominations of many figures of planes and solids. He gave me the names
                        and descriptions of all the musical instruments, and the general terms of
                        art in playing on each of them. <pb n="195"/> After he had left me, I placed
                        all my words with their interpretations in alphabetical order. And thus in a
                        few days, by the help of a very faithful memory, I got some insight into
                        their language. </p>
                    <p>The word, which I interpret the Flying or Floating Island, is in the original
                        Laputa, whereof I could never learn the <ref target="etymology_" corresp="etymology">true etymology.</ref>
                                <note xml:id="etymology" target="etymology">The etymology of Laputa is fairly obvious; the word
                            is derived from the Spanish "la puta" or prostitute. Gulliver is thus
                            either very dumb, or is playing dumb. Readers have associated the name
                            with the idea that the Laputans have corrupted their power of reason. </note>
                        <hi rend="italics">Lap</hi> in the old obsolete language signifies high, and
                            <hi rend="italics">untuh</hi>, a governor, from which they say by
                        corruption was derived Laputa, from Lapuntuh. But I do not approve of this
                        derivation, which seems to be a little strained. I ventured to offer to the
                        learned among them a conjecture of my own, that Laputa was <hi rend="italics">quasi lap outed; lap</hi> signifying properly the dancing
                        of the sunbeams in the sea, and <hi rend="italics">outed</hi>, a wing, which
                        however I shall not <ref target="obtrude_" corresp="obtrude">obtrude</ref>
                                <note xml:id="obtrude" target="obtrude_">To force unto
                            someone. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                        Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, but submit to the judicious reader. </p>
                    <p>Those to whom the King had entrusted me, observing how ill I was clad,
                        ordered a tailor to come next morning, and take my measure for a suit of
                        clothes. This operator did his office after a different manner from those of
                        his trade in Europe. He first took my height by a quadrant, and then with a
                        rule and compasses described the dimensions and outlines of my whole body,
                        all which he entered upon paper, and in six days brought my clothes very ill
                        made, and quite out of shape, by happening to mistake a figure in the
                        calculation. But my comfort was, that I observed such accidents very
                        frequent, and little regarded. </p>
                    <p>During my confinement for want of clothes, and by an indisposition that held
                        me some days longer, <pb n="196"/> I much enlarged my dictionary; and when I
                        went next to court, was able to understand many things the King spoke, and
                        to return him some kind of answers. His Majesty had given orders that the
                        island should move northeast and by east, to the vertical point over Lagado,
                        the metropolis of the whole kingdom below upon the firm earth. It was about
                            <ref target="league_" corresp="league">ninety leagues</ref>
                                <note xml:id="league" target="league_"> Approximately 310 miles. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> distant, and
                            <ref target="voyage_" corresp="voyage">our voyage lasted four days and
                            an half</ref>
                                <note xml:id="voyage" target="voyage_">At about 310 miles
                            in 4.5 days (108 hours,) Laputa is moving at about 2.87 miles per hour.
                            (Perhaps the actual speed of Laputa is a bit more, however, it's
                            impossible to calcuate the floating island's wind resistance, so 2.87 is
                            a good approximation).</note>. I was not in the least sensible of the
                        progressive motion made in the air by the island. On the second morning
                        about eleven o'clock, the King himself in person, attended by his nobility,
                        courtiers, and officers, having prepared all their musical instruments,
                        played on them for three hours without intermission, so that I was quite
                        stunned with the noise; neither could I possibly guess the meaning, till my
                        tutor informed me. He said that the people of their island had their ears
                        adapted to hear the music of the <ref target="spheres_" corresp="spheres">spheres</ref>
                                <note xml:id="spheres" target="spheres_">"One or other of
                            the concentric, transparent, hollow globes imagined by the older
                            astronomers as revolving round the earth and respectively carrying with
                            them the several heavenly bodies (moon, sun, planets, and fixed stars)."
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>. Oddly enough,
                            for the great thinkers that they are, the Laputians are still following
                            the geocentric model of the solar system.</note>, which always played at
                        certain periods, and the court was now prepared to bear their part in
                        whatever instrument they most excelled. </p>
                    <p>In our journey towards Lagado, the capital city, his Majesty ordered that the
                        island should stop over certain towns and villages, from whence he might
                        receive the petitions of his subjects. And to this purpose several
                        packthreads were let down with small weights at the bottom. On these
                        packthreads the people strung their petitions, which mounted up directly
                        like the scraps of paper fastened by school boys at the end of the string
                        that holds their <pb n="197"/> kite. Sometimes we received wine and victuals
                        from below, which were drawn up by pulleys. </p>
                    <p>The knowledge I had in mathematics gave me great assistance in acquiring
                        their phraseology, which depended much upon that science and music; and in
                        the latter I was not unskilled. Their ideas are perpetually conversant in
                        lines and figures. If they would, for example, praise the beauty of a woman,
                        or any other animal, they describe it by rhombs, circles, parallelograms,
                        ellipses, and other geometrical terms, or by words of art drawn from music,
                        needless here to repeat. I observed in the King's kitchen all sorts of
                        mathematical and musical instruments, after the figures of which they cut up
                        the joints that were served to his Majesty's table. </p>
                    <p>Their houses are very ill built, the walls <ref target="bevel_" corresp="bevel">bevel</ref>
                                <note xml:id="bevel" target="bevel_">Bevel is
                            the action of cutting away at something so as to change the angle from
                            90 degrees to something more acute or obtuse. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> without one right angle in
                        any apartment, and this defect arises from the contempt they bear to
                        practical geometry, which they despise as vulgar and mechanic, those
                        instructions they give being too refined for the intellectuals of their
                        workmen, which occasions perpetual mistakes. And although they are dexterous
                        enough upon a piece of paper in the management of the rule, the pencil, and
                        the divider, yet in the common actions and behavior of life, I have not seen
                        a more clumsy, awkward, and unhandy people, nor so slow and perplexed in
                        their conceptions upon all other subjects, except those of mathematics and
                        music. They are very bad reasoners, and vehemently given to opposition,
                        unless when they happen to be of the right opinion, which <pb n="198"/> is
                        seldom their case. Imagination, fancy, and invention, they are wholly
                        strangers to, nor have any words in their language by which those ideas can
                        be expressed; the whole compass of their thoughts and mind being shut up
                        within the two forementioned sciences. </p>
                    <p>Most of them, and especially those who deal in the astronomical part, have
                        great faith in judicial astrology, although they are ashamed to own it
                        publicly. But what I chiefly admired, and thought altogether unaccountable,
                        was the strong disposition I observed in them towards news and politics,
                        perpetually enquiring into public affairs, giving their judgments in matters
                        of state, and passionately disputing every inch of a party opinion. I have
                        indeed observed the same disposition among most of the mathematicians I have
                        known in Europe, although I could never discover the least analogy between
                        the two sciences; unless those people suppose, that because the smallest
                        circle hath as many degrees as the largest, therefore the regulation and
                        management of the world require no more abilities than the handling and
                        turning of a globe. But I rather take this quality to spring from a very
                        common <ref target="infirmity_" corresp="infirmity">infirmity</ref>
                                <note xml:id="infirmity" target="infirmity_">Lack of strength or power.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> of human
                        nature, inclining us to be more curious and conceited in matters where we
                        have least concern, and for which we are least adapted either by study or
                        nature. </p>
                    <p>These people are under continual disquietudes, never enjoying a minute's
                        peace of mind; and their disturbances proceed from causes which very little
                        affect the rest of mortals. Their apprehensions arise <pb n="199"/> from
                        several changes they dread in the celestial bodies. For instance, that the
                        earth, by the continual approaches of the sun towards it, must in course of
                        time be absorbed or swallowed up. That the face of the sun will by degrees
                        be encrusted with its own <ref target="effluvia_" corresp="effluvia">effluvia</ref>
                                <note xml:id="effluvia" target="effluvia_">An
                            imperceptible stream of flowing particles. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, and give no more light to
                        the world. That the earth very narrowly escaped a brush from the tail of the
                        last comet, which would have infallibly reduced it to ashes; and that the
                        next, which they have calculated for thirty-one years hence, will probably
                        destroy us. For if in its <ref target="perihelion_" corresp="perihelion">perihelion</ref>
                                <note xml:id="perihelion" target="perihelion_">The
                            point in a planet's revolution when it is nearest the sun. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> it should
                        approach within a certain degree of the sun (as by their calculations they
                        have reason to dread) it will conceive a degree of heat ten thousand times
                        more intense than that of red-hot glowing iron; and in its absence from the
                        sun, carry a blazing tail ten hundred thousand and fourteen miles long;
                        through which if the earth should pass at the distance of one hundred
                        thousand miles from the nucleus or main body of the comet, it must in its
                        passage be set on fire, and reduced to ashes. That the sun daily spending
                        its rays without any nutriment to supply them, will at last be wholly
                        consumed and annihilated; which must be attended with the destruction of
                        this earth, and of all the planets that receive their light from it. </p>
                    <p>They are so perpetually alarmed with the apprehensions of these and the like
                        impending dangers, that they can neither sleep quietly in their beds, nor
                            <pb n="200"/> have any relish for the common pleasures or amusements of
                        life. When they meet an acquaintance in the morning, the first question is
                        about the sun's health, how he looked at his setting and rising, and what
                        hopes they have to avoid the stroke of the approaching comet. This
                        conversation they are apt to run into with the same temper that boys
                        discover, in delighting to hear terrible stories of sprites and hobgoblins,
                        which they greedily listen to, and dare not go to bed for fear. </p>
                    <p>The women of the island have abundance of vivacity: they contemn their
                        husbands, and are exceedingly fond of strangers, whereof there is always a
                        considerable number from the continent below, attending at court, either
                        upon affairs of the several towns and corporations, or their own particular
                        occasions, but are much despised, because they want the same endowments.
                        Among these the ladies choose their gallants: but the vexation is, that they
                        act with too much ease and security, for the husband is always so rapt in
                        speculation, that the mistress and lover may proceed to the greatest
                        familiarities before his face, if he be but provided with paper and
                        implements, and without his flapper at his side. </p>
                    <p>The wives and daughters lament their confinement to the island, although I
                        think it the most delicious spot of ground in the world; and although they
                        live here in the greatest plenty and magnificence, and are allowed to do
                        whatever they please, they long to see the world, and take the diversions of
                        the metropolis, which they are not allowed to <pb n="201"/> do without a
                        particular license from the King; and this is not easy to be obtained,
                        because the people of quality have found by frequent experience how hard it
                        is to persuade their women to return from below. I was told that a great
                        court lady, who had several children, is married to the prime minister, the
                        richest subject in the kingdom, a very graceful person, extremely fond of
                        her, and lives in the finest palace of the island, went down to Lagado, on
                        the pretense of health, there hid herself for several months, till the King
                        sent a warrant to search for her, and she was found in an obscure
                        eatinghouse all in rags, having pawned her clothes to maintain an old
                        deformed footman, who beat her every day, and in whose company she was taken
                        much against her will. And although her husband received her with all
                        possible kindness, and without the least reproach, she soon after contrived
                        to steal down again with all her jewels, to the same gallant, and has not
                        been heard of since. </p>
                    <p>This may perhaps pass with the reader rather for an European or English
                        story, than for one of a country so remote. But he may please to consider,
                        that the <ref target="caprices_" corresp="caprices">caprices</ref>
                                <note xml:id="caprices" target="caprices_">Fancies or whimsies. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> of Womankind are
                        not limited by any climate or nation, and that they are much more uniform
                        than can be easily imagined. </p>
                    <p>In about a month's time I had made a tolerable proficiency in their language,
                        and was able to answer most of the King's questions, when I had the honor to
                        attend him. His Majesty discovered not the least curiosity to inquire into
                        the laws, government, history, religion, or manners of the countries <pb n="202"/> where I had been, but confined his questions to the state of
                        mathematics, and received the account I gave him with great contempt and
                        indifference, though often roused by his flapper on each side. </p>
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                    <head>CHAPTER III</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italic">A Phenomenon solved by modern philosophy and astronomy.
                            The</hi> Laputians' <hi rend="italic">great improvements in the latter.
                            The King's method of suppressing insurrections.</hi>
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                                <note xml:id="Audio19" target="Audio19_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_19_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
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                    <p>I desired leave of this prince to see the curiosities of the island, which he
                        was graciously pleased to grant, and ordered my tutor to attend me. I
                        chiefly wanted to know to what cause in art or in nature it owed its several
                        motions, whereof I will now give a philosophical account to the reader. </p>
                    <p>The Flying or Floating Island is exactly circular, its diameter 7837 yards,
                        or about four miles and a half, and consequently contains ten thousand
                        acres. It is three hundred yards thick. The bottom or under surface, which
                        appears to those who view it from below, is one even regular plate of <ref target="adamant_" corresp="adamant">adamant</ref>
                                <note xml:id="adamant" target="adamant_">A hard rock or mineral. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, shooting up to the height of
                        about two hundred yards. Above it lie the several minerals in their usual
                        order, and over all is a coat of rich mold, ten or twelve feet deep. The
                        declivity of the upper surface, from the circumference to the center, is the
                        natural cause why all the dews and rains which fall upon the island, are
                        conveyed in small rivulets toward the middle, where they are emptied into
                            <pb n="203"/> four large basins, each of about half a mile in circuit,
                        and two hundred yards distant from the center. From these basins the water
                        is continually exhaled by the sun in the daytime, which effectually prevents
                        their overflowing. Besides, as it is in the power of the monarch to raise
                        the island above the region of clouds and vapors, he can prevent the falling
                        of dews and rains whenever he pleases. For the highest clouds cannot rise
                        above two miles, as naturalists agree, at least they were never known to do
                        so in that country. </p>
                    <p>At the centre of the island there is a chasm about fifty yards in diameter,
                        from whence the astronomers descend into a large dome, which is therefore
                        called Flandona Gagnole, or the Astronomer's Cave, situated at the depth of
                        a hundred yards beneath the upper surface of the adamant. In this cave are
                        twenty lamps continually burning, which from the reflection of the adamant
                        cast a strong light into every part. The place is stored with great variety
                        of sextants, quadrants, telescopes, astrolabes, and other astronomical
                        instruments. But the greatest curiosity, upon which the fate of the island
                        depends, is a <ref target="loadstone_" corresp="loadstone">loadstone</ref>
                                <note xml:id="loadstone" target="loadstone_">A magnetic
                            oxide of iron. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                            Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> of a prodigious size, in shape resembling a <ref target="shuttle_" corresp="shuttle">weaver's shuttle</ref>
                                <note xml:id="shuttle" target="shuttle_">A box containing thread that is
                            thrown back and forth across a loom to weave cloth.</note>. It is in
                        length six yards, and in the thickest part at least three yards over. This
                        magnet is sustained by a very strong axle of adamant passing through its
                        middle, upon which it plays, and is poised so exactly that the weakest hand
                        can turn it. It is hooped round with a hollow cylinder of adamant, four feet
                        deep, as many thick, and twelve yards in diameter, placed <pb n="204"/>
                        horizontally, and supported by eight adamantine feet, each six yards high.
                        In the middle of the concave side there is a groove twelve inches deep, in
                        which the extremities of the axle are lodged, and turned round as there is
                        occasion. </p>
                    <p>The stone cannot be moved from its place by any force, because the hoop and
                        its feet are one continued piece with that body of adamant which constitutes
                        the bottom of the island. <pb/>
                        <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/pageImages/III.Laputa-Balnibarbi.jpg" style="float:center" width="500px" alt="Map of Laputa and Balnibarbi from first edition" source="Hathi Trust" desc="Map of Laputa and Balnibarbi"/>
                        <pb/>
                    </p>
                    <p>By means of this loadstone, the island is made to rise and fall, and move
                        from one place to another. For with respect to that part of the earth over
                        which the monarch presides, the stone is endued at one of its sides with an
                        attractive power, and at the other with a repulsive. Upon placing the magnet
                        erect with its attracting end towards the earth, the island descends; but
                        when the repelling extremity points downwards, the island mounts directly
                        upwards. When the position of the stone is <ref target="oblique_" corresp="oblique">oblique</ref>
                                <note xml:id="oblique" target="oblique_">Neither horizontal or vertical, but rather at some slanted angle
                            between the two. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, the motion of the island is so too. For in
                        this magnet the forces always act in lines parallel to its direction. </p>
                    <p>By this oblique motion the island is conveyed to different parts of the
                        monarch's dominions. To explain the manner of its progress, let <hi rend="italic">AB</hi> represent a line drawn cross the dominions of
                        Balnibarbi, let the line <hi rend="italic">cd</hi> represent the loadstone,
                        of which let <hi rend="italic">d</hi> be the repelling end, and <hi rend="italic">c</hi> the attracting end, the island being over <hi rend="italic">C</hi>; let the stone be placed in the position <hi rend="italic">cd</hi>, with its repelling end downwards; then the island
                        will be driven upwards obliquely towards <hi rend="italic">D</hi>. When it
                        is arrived at <hi rend="italic">D</hi>, let the stone <pb n="205"/> be
                        turned upon its axle, till its attracting end points towards <hi rend="italic">E</hi>, and then the island will be carried obliquely
                        towards <hi rend="italic">E</hi>; where if the stone be again turned upon
                        its axle till it stands in the position <hi rend="italic">EF</hi>, with its
                        repelling point downwards, the island will rise obliquely towards <hi rend="italic">F</hi>, where by directing the attracting end towards <hi rend="italic">G</hi>, the island may be carried to <hi rend="italic">G</hi>, and from <hi rend="italic">G</hi> to <hi rend="italic">H</hi>,
                        by turning the stone, so as to make its repelling extremity point directly
                        downwards. And thus by changing the situation of the stone as often as there
                        is occasion, the island is made to rise and fall by turns in an oblique
                        direction, and by those alternate risings and fallings (the obliquity being
                        not considerable) is from one part of the dominions to the other. </p>
                    <p>But it must be observed that this island cannot move beyond the extent of the
                        dominions below, nor can it rise above the height of four miles. For which
                        the astronomers (who have written large systems concerning the stone) assign
                        the following reason: that the magnetic virtue does not extend beyond the
                        distance of four Miles, and that the mineral which acts upon the stone in
                        the bowels of the earth, and in the sea about six leagues distant from the
                        shore, is not diffused through the whole globe, but terminated with the
                        limits of the King's dominions; and it was easy from the great advantage of
                        such a superior situation, for a prince to bring under his obedience
                        whatever country lay within the attraction of that magnet. </p>
                    <p>When the stone is put parallel to the plane of the horizon, the island stands
                        still; for in that case the <pb n="206"/> extremities of it being at equal
                        distance from the earth, act with equal force, the one in drawing downwards,
                        the other in pushing upwards, and consequently no motion can ensue. </p>
                    <p>This loadstone is under the care of certain astronomers, who from time to
                        time give it such positions as the monarch directs. They spend the greatest
                        part of their lives in observing the celestial bodies, which they do by the
                        assistance of glasses far excelling ours in goodness. For although their
                        largest telescopes do not exceed three feet, they magnify much more than
                        those of a hundred yards among us, and at the same time show the stars with
                        greater clearness. This advantage has enabled them to extend their
                        discoveries much farther than our astronomers in Europe; for they have made
                        a catalogue of ten thousand fixed stars, whereas the largest of ours do not
                        contain above one third part of that number. They have likewise discovered
                        two lesser stars, or satellites, which revolve about Mars, whereof the
                        innermost is distant from the center of the primary planet exactly three of
                        his diameters, and the outermost five; the former revolves in the space of
                        ten hours, and the latter in twenty-one and a half; so that the squares of
                        their periodical times are very near in the same proportion with the cubes
                        of their distance from the center of Mars, which evidently shows them to be
                        governed by the same law of gravitation that influences the other heavenly
                        bodies. </p>
                    <p>They have observed ninety-three different comets, and settled their <ref target="periods_" corresp="periods">periods</ref>
                                <note xml:id="periods" target="periods_">The length of oen revolution. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> with great
                        exactness. If <pb n="207"/> this be true (and they affirm it with great
                        confidence), it is much to be wished that their observations were made
                        public, whereby the theory of comets, which at present is very lame and
                        defective, might be brought to the same perfection with other parts of
                        astronomy. </p>
                    <p>The King would be the most absolute prince in the universe, if he could but
                        prevail on a ministry to join with him; but these having their estates below
                        on the continent, and considering that the office of a favorite has a very
                        uncertain tenure, would never consent to the enslaving their country. </p>
                    <p>If any town should engage in rebellion or mutiny, fall into violent factions,
                        or refuse to pay the usual tribute, the King has two methods of reducing
                        them to obedience. The first and the mildest course by keeping the island
                        hovering over such a town, and the lands about it, whereby he can deprive
                        them of the benefit of the sun and the rain, and consequently afflict the
                        inhabitants with <ref target="dearth_" corresp="dearth">dearth</ref>
                                <note xml:id="dearth" target="dearth_">A time of scarcity, specifically in
                            terms of food or other necessary resources. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> and diseases. And if the
                        crime deserve it, they are at the same time pelted from above with great
                        stones, against which they have no defense but by creeping into cellars or
                        caves, while the roofs of their houses are beaten to pieces. But if they
                        still continue obstinate, or offer to raise insurrections, he proceeds to
                        the last remedy, by letting the island drop directly upon their heads, which
                        makes a universal destruction both of houses and men. However, this is an
                        extremity to which the prince is seldom driven, neither indeed is he willing
                        to put it in execution, <pb n="208"/> nor dare his ministers advise him to
                        an action, which as it would render them odious to the people, so it would
                        be a great damage to their own estates, which lie all below, for the island
                        is the King's <ref target="demesn_" corresp="demesn">demesn</ref>
                                <note xml:id="demesn" target="demesn_">Possession. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>. </p>
                    <p>But there is still indeed a more weighty reason, why the kings of this
                        country have been always averse from executing so terrible an action, unless
                        upon the utmost necessity. For if the town intended to be destroyed should
                        have in it any tall rocks, as it generally falls out in the larger cities, a
                        situation probably chosen at first with a view to prevent such a
                        catastrophe; or if it abound in high spires, or pillars of stone, a sudden
                        fall might endanger the bottom or under surface of the island, which,
                        although it consist, as I have said, of one entire adamant two hundred yards
                        thick, might happen to crack by too great a shock, or burst by approaching
                        too near the fires from the houses below, as the backs both of iron and
                        stone will often do in our chimneys. Of all this the people are well
                        apprised, and understand how far to carry their obstinacy, where their
                        liberty or property is concerned. And the King, when he is highest provoked,
                        and most determined to press a city to rubbish, orders the island to descend
                        with great gentleness, out of a pretense of tenderness to his people, but
                        indeed for fear of breaking the adamantine bottom; in which case it is the
                        opinion of all their philosophers that the loadstone could no longer hold it
                        up, and the whole mass would fall to the ground. <pb n="209"/>
                    </p>
                    <p>About three years before my arrival among them, while the King was in his
                        progress over his dominions, there happened an extraordinary accident which
                        had like to have put a period to the fate of that monarchy, at least as it
                        is now instituted. Lindalino, the second city in the kingdom, was the first
                        his Majesty visited in his progress. Three days after his departure the
                        inhabitants, who had often complained of great oppressions, shut the town
                        gates, seized on the governor, and with incredible speed and labor erected
                        four large towers, one at every corner of the city (which is an exact
                        square), equal in height to a strong pointed rock that stands directly in
                        the center of the city. Upon the top of each tower, as well as upon the
                        rock, they fixed a great loadstone, and in case their design should fail,
                        they had provided a vast quantity of the most combustible fuel, hoping to
                        burst therewith the adamantine bottom of the island, if the loadstone
                        project should miscarry. </p>
                    <p>It was eight months before the King had perfect notice that the Lindalinians
                        were in rebellion. He then commanded that the island should be wafted over
                        the city. The people were unanimous, and had laid in stores of provisions,
                        and a great river runs through the middle of the town. The King hovered over
                        them several days to deprive them of the sun and the rain. He ordered many
                        packthreads to be let down, yet not a person offered to send up a petition,
                        but instead thereof very bold demands, the redress of all their grievances,
                        great immunities, the choice of their own governor, and other like <ref target="exorbitances_" corresp="exorbitances">exorbitances</ref>
                                <note xml:id="exorbitances" target="exorbitances_">Outragious demands</note>.
                        Upon which his Majesty commanded all the inhabitants of the island to cast
                        great stones from the lower gallery into the town; but the citizens had
                        provided against this mischief by conveying their persons and effects into
                        the four towers, and other strong buildings, and vaults underground. </p>
                    <p>The King being now determined to reduce this proud people, ordered that the
                        island should descend gently within forty yards of the top of the towers and
                        rock. This was accordingly done; but the officers employed in that work
                        found the descent much speedier than usual, and by turning the loadstone
                        could not without great difficulty keep it in a firm position, but found the
                        island inclining to fall. They sent the King immediate intelligence of this
                        astonishing event, and begged his Majesty's permission to raise the island
                        higher; the King consented, a general council was called, and the officers
                        of the loadstone ordered to attend. One of the oldest and most expert among
                        them obtained leave to try an experiment. He took a strong line of a hundred
                        yards, and the island being raised over the town above the attracting power
                        they had felt, he fastened a piece of adamant to the end of his line, which
                        had in it a mixture of iron mineral, of the same nature with that whereof
                        the bottom or lower surface of the island is composed, and from the lower
                        gallery let it down slowly towards the top of the towers. The adamant was
                        not descended four yards, before the officer felt it drawn so strongly
                        downward that he could hardly pull it back. He then threw down several small
                        pieces of adamant, and observed that they were all violently attracted by
                        the top of the tower. The same experiment was made on the other three
                        towers, and on the rock with the same effect. </p>
                    <p>This incident broke entirely the King's measures, and (to dwell no longer on
                        other circumstances) he was forced to give the town their own conditions. </p>
                    <p>I was assured by a great minister that if the island had descended so near
                        the town as not to be able to raise itself, the citizens were determined to
                        fix it for ever, to kill the King and all his servants, and entirely change
                        the government. </p>
                    <p>By a fundamental law of this realm, neither the king, nor either of his two
                        elder sons, are permitted to leave the island; nor the queen, till she is
                        past child-bearing. </p>
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                    <head>CHAPTER IV</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italics">The Author leaves</hi> Laputa, <hi rend="italics">is
                            conveyed to</hi> Balnibarbi, <hi rend="italics">arrives at the
                            metropolis. A description of the metropolis, and the country adjoining.
                            The Author hospitably received by a great Lord. His conversation with
                            that Lord.</hi>
                            </head>
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                                <ref target="Audio20_" corresp="Audio20">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio20" target="Audio20_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_20_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
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                    <p>Although I cannot say that I was ill treated in this island, yet I must
                        confess I thought myself too much neglected, not without some degree of
                        contempt. For neither prince nor people appeared to be curious in any part
                        of knowledge, except mathematics and music, wherein I was far their
                        inferior, and upon that account very little regarded. </p>
                    <p>On the other side, after having seen all the curiosities of the island, I was
                        very desirous to leave it, being heartily weary of those people. They were
                        indeed excellent in two sciences for which I have great esteem, and wherein
                        I am not unversed; but at the same time so abstracted and involved in
                        speculation, that I never met with such disagreeable companions. I conversed
                        only with women, tradesmen, flappers, and court pages, during two months of
                        my abode there, by which at last I rendered myself extremely contemptible;
                        yet these were the <pb n="210"/> only people from whom I could ever receive
                        a reasonable answer. </p>
                    <p>I had obtained by hard study a good degree of knowledge in their language; I
                        was weary of being confined to an island where I received so little
                        countenance, and resolved to leave it with the first opportunity. </p>
                    <p>There was a great lord at court, nearly related to the King, and for that
                        reason alone used with respect. He was universally reckoned the most
                        ignorant and stupid person among them. He had performed many eminent
                        services for the crown, had great natural and acquired parts, adorned with
                        integrity and honor, but so ill an ear for music, that his detractors
                        reported he had been often known to beat time in the wrong place; neither
                        could his tutors without extreme difficulty teach him to demonstrate the
                        most easy proposition in the mathematics. He was pleased to show me many
                        marks of favor, often did me the honor of a visit, desired to be informed in
                        the affairs of Europe, the laws and customs, the manners and learning of the
                        several countries where I had traveled. He listened to me with great
                        attention, and made very wise observations on all I spoke. He had two
                        flappers attending him for state, but never made use of them except at
                        court, and in visits of ceremony, and would always command them to withdraw
                        when we were alone together. </p>
                    <p>I entreated this illustrious person to intercede in my behalf with his
                        Majesty for leave to depart, which he accordingly did, as he was pleased to
                        tell <pb n="211"/> me, with regret: for indeed he had made me several offers
                        very advantageous, which however I refused with expressions of the highest
                        acknowledgment. </p>
                    <p>On the 16th day of February I took leave of his Majesty and the court. The
                        King made me a present to the value of about <ref target="pounds_English_" corresp="pounds_English">two hundred pounds English</ref>
                                <note xml:id="pounds_English" target="pounds-English_">A substantial sum,
                            enough to live on comfortably for a year or more in Britain at this
                            time.</note>, and my protector his kinsman as much more, together with a
                        letter of recommendation to a friend of his in Lagado, the metropolis. The
                        island being then hovering over a mountain about two miles from it, I was
                        let down from the lowest gallery, in the same manner as I had been taken up. </p>
                    <p>The continent, as far as it is subject to the monarch of the Flying Island,
                        passes under the general name of Balnibarbi, and the metropolis, as I said
                        before, is called Lagado. I felt some little satisfaction in finding myself
                        on firm ground. I walked to the city without any concern, being clad like
                        one of the natives, and sufficiently instructed to converse with them. I
                        soon found out the person's house to whom I was recommended, presented my
                        letter from his friend the <ref target="grandee_" corresp="grandee">grandee</ref>
                                <note xml:id="grandee" target="grandee_">A high-ranking
                            nobleman.</note> in the island, and was received with much kindness.
                        This great lord, whose name was <ref target="Munodi_" corresp="Munodi">Munodi</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Munodi" target="Munodi_">The name Munodi is
                            probably designed to echo the Latin phrase "mundum odi," or "I hate the
                            world." Here, Munodi has withdrawn himself from Laputan society, for
                            which he clearly has contempt.</note>, ordered me an apartment in his
                        own house, where I continued during my stay, and was entertained in a most
                        hospitable manner. </p>
                    <p>The next morning after my arrival, he took me in his chariot to see the town,
                        which is about half the size of London, but the houses very strangely built,
                        and most of them out of repair. The <pb n="212"/> people in the streets
                        walked fast, looked wild, their eyes fixed, and were generally in rags. We
                        passed through one of the town gates, and went about three miles into the
                        country, where I saw many laborers working with several sorts of tools in
                        the ground, but was not able to conjecture what they were about; neither did
                        I observe any expectation either of corn or grass, although the soil
                        appeared to be excellent. I could not forbear admiring at these odd
                        appearances both in town and country, and I made bold to desire my
                        conductor, that he would be pleased to explain to me what could be meant by
                        so many busy heads, hands, and faces, both in the streets and the fields,
                        because I did not discover any good effects they produced; but on the
                        contrary, I never knew a soil so unhappily cultivated, houses so ill
                        contrived and so ruinous, or a people whose countenances and habit expressed
                        so much misery and want. </p>
                    <p>This Lord Munodi was a person of the first rank, and had been some years
                        Governor of Lagado, but by a cabal of ministers was discharged for
                        insufficiency. However, the King treated him with tenderness, as a
                        well-meaning man, but of a low contemptible understanding. </p>
                    <p>When I gave that free censure of the country and its inhabitants, he made no
                        further answer than by telling me that I had not been long enough among them
                        to form a judgment, and that the different nations of the world had
                        different customs, with other common topics to the same purpose. But when we
                        returned to his palace, he asked me how I <pb n="213"/> liked the building,
                        what absurdities I observed, and what quarrel I had with the dress or looks
                        of his domestics. This he might safely do, because every thing about him was
                        magnificent, regular, and polite. I answered that his Excellency's prudence,
                        quality, and fortune, had exempted him from those defects which folly and
                        beggary had produced in others. He said if I would go with him to his
                        country house, about twenty miles distant, where his estate lay, there would
                        be more leisure for this kind of conversation. I told his Excellency that I
                        was entirely at his disposal, and accordingly we set out next morning. </p>
                    <p>During our journey he made me observe the several methods used by farmers in
                        managing their lands, which to me were wholly unaccountable; for except in
                        some very few places I could not discover one ear of corn or blade of grass.
                        But in three hours' traveling the scene was wholly altered; we came into a
                        most beautiful country; farmers' houses at small distances, neatly built;
                        the fields enclosed, containing vineyards, corn grounds, and meadows.
                        Neither do I remember to have seen a more delightful prospect. His
                        Excellency observed my countenance to clear up; he told me with a sigh that
                        there his estate began, and would continue the same till we should come to
                        his house. That his countrymen ridiculed and despised him for managing his
                        affairs no better, and for setting so ill an example to the kingdom, which
                        however was followed by very few, such as were old, and willful, and weak
                        like himself. <pb n="214"/>
                    </p>
                    <p>We came at length to the house, which was indeed a noble structure, built
                        according to the best rules of ancient architecture. The fountains, gardens,
                        walks, avenues, and groves were all disposed with exact judgment and taste.
                        I gave due praises to every thing I saw, whereof his Excellency took not the
                        least notice till after supper, when, there being no third companion, he
                        told me with a very melancholy air that he doubted he must throw down his
                        houses in town and country, to rebuild them after the present mode, destroy
                        all his plantations, and cast others into such a form as modern usage
                        required, and give the same directions to all his tenants, unless he would
                        submit to incur the censure of pride, singularity, affectation, ignorance,
                        caprice, and perhaps increase his Majesty's displeasure. </p>
                    <p>That the admiration I appeared to be under would cease or diminish when he
                        had informed me of some particulars, which probably I never heard of at
                        court, the people there being too much taken up in their own speculations,
                        to have regard to what passed here below. </p>
                    <p>The sum of his discourse was to this effect. That about forty years ago
                        certain persons went up to Laputa, either upon business or diversion, and
                        after five months continuance came back with a very little smattering in
                        mathematics, but full of volatile spirits acquired in that airy region. That
                        these persons upon their return began to dislike the management of every
                        thing below, and fell into schemes of putting all arts, sciences, languages,
                        and mechanics <pb n="215"/> upon a new foot. To this end they procured a
                        royal patent for erecting an <ref target="Academy_" corresp="Academy">Academy of Projectors</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Academy" target="Academy_">As
                            imagined in this part of the book, The Academy of Projectors in Lagado
                            is a satire on the Royal Society, the world's first organization devoted
                            to natural science, founded in London in 1660. The Royal Society is now
                            remembered for its innovative sponsorship of experimental science, and
                            some of the expriments mocked here are not all that far removed from
                            experiments described in the Society's journal, the <hi rend="italic">Philosophical Transactions of the Royal Society of London</hi>, a
                            journal that is published to this day. Like many conservative thinkers
                            of this era, Swift sees the Royal Society and experimental science as a
                            kind of fad, its members wasting their time pursueing trivial
                            things.</note> in Lagado; and the humor prevailed so strongly among the
                        people, that there is not a town of any consequence in the kingdom without
                        such an academy. In these colleges the professors contrive new rules and
                        methods of agriculture and building, and new instruments and tools for all
                        trades and manufactures, whereby, as they undertake, one man shall do the
                        work of ten; a palace may be built in a week, of materials so durable as to
                        last forever without repairing. All the fruits of the earth shall come to
                        maturity at whatever season we think fit to choose, and increase a hundred
                        fold more than they do at present, with innumerable other happy proposals.
                        The only inconvenience is, that none of these projects are yet brought to
                        perfection, and in the meantime, the whole country lies miserably waste, the
                        houses in ruins, and the people without food or clothes. By all which,
                        instead of being discouraged, they are fifty times more violently bent upon
                        prosecuting their schemes, driven equally on by hope and despair; that as
                        for himself, being not of an enterprising spirit, he was content to go on in
                        the old forms, to live in the houses his ancestors had built, and act as
                        they did in every part of life without innovation. That some few other
                        persons of quality and gentry had done the same, but were looked on with an
                        eye of contempt and ill-will, as enemies to art, ignorant, and ill
                        commonwealth's-men, preferring their own <pb n="216"/> ease and sloth before
                        the general improvement of their country. </p>
                    <p>His Lordship added that he would not by any further particulars prevent the
                        pleasure I should certainly take in viewing the grand Academy, whither he
                        was resolved I should go. He only desired me to observe a ruined building
                        upon the side of a mountain about three miles distant, of which he gave me
                        this account. That he had a very convenient mill within half a mile of his
                        house, turned by a current from a large river, and sufficient for his own
                        family as well as a great number of his tenants. That about seven years ago
                        a club of those projectors came to him with proposals to destroy this mill,
                        and build another on the side of that mountain, on the long ridge whereof a
                        long canal must be cut for a repository of water, to be conveyed up by pipes
                        and engines to supply the mill; because the wind and air upon a height
                        agitated the water, and thereby made it fitter for motion; and because the
                        water descending down a declivity would turn the mill with half the current
                        of a river whose course is more upon a level. He said, that being then not
                        very well with the court, and pressed by many of his friends, he complied
                        with the proposal; and after employing an hundred men for two years, the
                        work miscarried, the projectors went off, laying the blame entirely. upon
                        him, railing at him ever since, and putting others upon the same experiment,
                        with equal assurance of success, as well as equal disappointment. <pb n="217"/>
                    </p>
                    <p>In a few days we came back to town, and his Excellency, considering the bad
                        character he had in the Academy, would not go with me himself, but
                        recommended me to a friend of his to bear me company thither. My lord was
                        pleased to represent me as a great admirer of projects, and a person of much
                        curiosity and easy belief; which indeed was not without truth, for I had
                        myself been a sort of <ref target="projector_" corresp="projector">projector</ref>
                                <note xml:id="projector" target="projector_">Someone who
                            came up with projects designed to advance the cause of science and
                            improve society. By this time, the term "projector" was also sometimes
                            used perjoratively to describe people who engaged in fraudulent
                            activities like business scams. </note> in my younger days. </p>
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                                <hi rend="italic">The Author permitted to see the grand academy of</hi>
                        Lagado. <hi rend="italic">The Academy largely described. The arts wherein
                            the professors employ themselves.</hi>
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                    <p>This Academy is not an entire single building, but a continuation of several
                        houses on both sides of a street, which growing waste was purchased and
                        applied to that use. </p>
                    <p>I was received very kindly by the Warden, and went for many days to the
                        Academy. Every room has in it one or more projectors, and I believe I could
                        not be in fewer than five hundred rooms. </p>
                    <p>The first man I saw was of a meager aspect, with sooty hands and face, his
                        hair and beard long, ragged and singed in several places. His clothes,
                        shirt, and skin were all of the same color. He had been eight years upon a
                        project for extracting sunbeams out of cucumbers, which were to be put into
                        vials <ref target="hermetically_" corresp="hermetically">hermetically</ref>
                                <note xml:id="hermetically" target="hermetically_">Sealed so tightly that no contaminant can enter.</note> sealed, and let
                        out to warm the air in <ref target="raw_" corresp="raw">raw</ref>
                                <note xml:id="raw" target="raw_">Cold and damp. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> inclement summers. He told me
                        he <pb n="218"/> did not doubt in eight years more he should be able to
                        supply the Governor's gardens with sunshine at a reasonable rate; but he
                        complained that his stock was low, and entreated me to give him something as
                        an encouragement to ingenuity, especially since this had been a very dear
                        season for cucumbers. I made him a small present, for my lord had furnished
                        me with money on purpose, because he knew their practice of begging from all
                        who go to see them. </p>
                    <p>I went into another chamber, but was ready to hasten back, being almost
                        overcome with a horrible stink. My conductor pressed me forward, conjuring
                        me in a whisper to give no offense, which would be highly resented, and
                        therefore I dare not so much as stop my nose. The projector of this cell was
                        the most ancient student of the Academy; his face and beard were of a pale
                        yellow; his hands and clothes daubed over with filth. When I was presented
                        to him, he gave me a close embrace (a compliment I could well have excused).
                        His employment from his first coming into the Academy, was an operation to
                        reduce human excrement to its original food, by separating the several
                        parts, removing the <ref target="tincture_" corresp="tincture">tincture</ref>
                                <note xml:id="tincture" target="tincture_">Colour, dye,
                            or pigment. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                            Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> which it receives from the <ref target="gall_" corresp="gall">gall</ref>
                                <note xml:id="gall" target="gall_">Gall
                            bladder. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                        Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, making the odor exhale, and off the saliva. He had a
                        weekly allowance from the society, of a vessel filled with human ordure
                        about the size of a Bristol barrel. </p>
                    <p>I saw another at work to <ref target="calcine_" corresp="calcine">calcine</ref>
                                <note xml:id="calcine" target="calcine_">To heat for the
                            purpose of breaking down the item. Soruce: <hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> ice into gunpowder, who likewise
                        showed me a treatise he had <pb n="219"/> written concerning the
                        malleability of fire, which he intended to publish. </p>
                    <p>There was a most ingenious architect who had contrived a new method for
                        building houses, by beginning at the roof, and working downwards to the
                        foundation, which he justified to me by the like practice of those two
                        prudent insects, the bee and the spider. </p>
                    <p>There was a man born blind, who had several apprentices in his own condition;
                        their employment was to mix colors for painters, which their master taught
                        them to distinguish by feeling and smelling. It was indeed my misfortune to
                        find them at that time not very perfect in their lessons, and the professor
                        himself happened to be generally mistaken; this artist is much encouraged
                        and esteemed by the whole fraternity. </p>
                    <p>In another apartment I was highly pleased with a projector, who had found a
                        device of ploughing the ground with hogs, to save the charges of plows,
                        cattle, and labor. The method in this: in an acre of ground you bury, at six
                        inches distance and eight deep, a quantity of acorns, dates, chestnuts, and
                        other <ref target="mast_" corresp="mast">mast</ref>
                                <note xml:id="mast" target="mast_">The fruit of various nut bearing trees. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> or vegetables
                        whereof these animals are fondest; then you drive six hundred or more of
                        them into the field, where in a few days they will root up the whole ground
                        in search of their food, and make it fit for sowing, at the same time
                        manuring it with their dung. It is true, upon experiment they found the
                        charge and trouble very great, and they had little or no crop. <pb n="220"/>
                        However, it is not doubted that this invention may be capable of great
                        improvement. </p>
                    <p>I went into another room, where the walls and ceiling were all hung round
                        with cobwebs, except a narrow passage for the artist to go in and out. At my
                        entrance he called aloud to me not to disturb his webs. He lamented the
                        fatal mistake the world had been so long in of using silk worms, while we
                        had such plenty of domestic insects, who infinitely excelled the former,
                        because they understood how to weave as well as spin. And he proposed
                        farther that by employing spiders the charge of dyeing silks should be
                        wholly saved, whereof I was fully convinced when he showed me a vast number
                        of flies most beautifully colored, wherewith he fed his spiders, assuring us
                        that the webs would take a tincture from them; and as he had them of all
                        hues, he hoped to fit everybody's fancy, as soon as he could find proper
                        food for the flies, of certain gums, oils, and other glutinous matter to
                        give a strength and consistence to the threads. </p>
                    <p>There was an astronomer who had undertaken to place a sundial upon the great
                            <ref target="weathercock_" corresp="weathercock">weathercock</ref>
                                <note xml:id="weathercock" target="weathercock_">A type of weather vane where
                            the vane is a rooster that turns with the direction of the wind. Source:
                                <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                        </note> on the townhouse, by adjusting the annual and <ref target="diurnal_" corresp="diurnal">diurnal</ref>
                                <note xml:id="diurnal" target="diurnal_">Daily or day-long. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> motions of the earth and sun, so as to answer
                        and coincide with all accidental turnings by the wind. </p>
                    <p>I was complaining of a small fit of the <ref target="colic_" corresp="colic">colic</ref>
                                <note xml:id="colic" target="colic_">Abdominal pain such as
                            to the stomach, colon, or bowels. Source: <hi rend="italic"> Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, upon which my conductor led me into
                        a room, where a great physician resided, who was famous for curing that
                        disease by contrary operations from the same instrument. He had a large pair
                        of <ref target="bellows_" corresp="bellows">bellows</ref>
                                <note xml:id="bellows" target="bellows_">A bellows is an instrument that blows
                            air into a fire. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                        </note>
                        <pb n="221"/> with a long slender muzzle of ivory. This he conveyed eight
                        inches up the anus, and drawing in the wind, he affirmed he could make the
                        guts as <ref target="lank_" corresp="lank">lank</ref>
                                <note xml:id="lank" target="lank_">"Loose from emptiness." Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> as a dried bladder. But when the
                        disease was more stubborn and violent, he let in the muzzle While the
                        bellows were full of wind, which he discharged into the body of the patient,
                        then withdrew the instrument to replenish it, clapping his thumb strongly
                        against the orifice of the fundament; and this being repeated three or four
                        times, the adventitious wind would rush out, bringing the noxious along with
                        it (like water put into a pump), and the patient recover. I saw him try both
                        experiments upon a dog, but could not discern any effect from the former.
                        After the latter, the animal was ready to burst, and made so violent a
                        discharge, as was very offensive to me and my companions. The dog died on
                        the spot, and we left the doctor endeavoring to recover him by the same
                        operation. </p>
                    <p>I visited many other apartments, but shall not trouble my reader with all the
                        curiosities I observed, being studious of brevity. </p>
                    <p>I had hitherto seen only one side of the Academy, the other being
                        appropriated to the advancers of speculative learning, of which I shall say
                        something when I have mentioned one illustrious person more, who is called
                        among them the universal artist. He told us he had been thirty years
                        employing his thoughts for the improvement of human life. He had two large
                        rooms full of wonderful curiosities, and fifty men at work. Some were <pb n="222"/> condensing air into a dry tangible substance, by extracting
                        the <ref target="nitre_" corresp="nitre">nitre</ref>
                                <note xml:id="nitre" target="nitre_">Pottasium nitrate.</note>, and letting the aqueous or
                        fluid particles <ref target="percolate_" corresp="percolate">percolate</ref>
                                <note xml:id="percolate" target="percolate_">To filter
                            or sift a liquid. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>; others softening marbles for pillows and
                        pin-cushions; others petrifying the hoofs of a living horse to preserve them
                        from <ref target="foundering_" corresp="foundering">foundering</ref>
                                <note xml:id="foundering" target="foundering_">Breaking. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>. The artist
                        himself was at that time busy upon two great designs; the first, to sow land
                        with <ref target="chaff_" corresp="chaff">chaff</ref>
                                <note xml:id="chaff" target="chaff_">The husks of corn or other grain plants. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary.</hi> That is, the projector
                            wants to try to grow grain by using the husk rather than the seeds,
                            which is, of course, impossible.</note>, wherein he affirmed the true
                            <ref target="seminal_" corresp="seminal">seminal</ref>
                                <note xml:id="seminal" target="seminal_">That is, the husks, the projector
                            believes, are where the real power of germination lies.</note> virtue to
                        be contained, as he demonstrated by several experiments which I was not
                        skillful enough to comprehend. The other was, by a certain composition of
                        gums, minerals, and vegetables outwardly applied, to prevent the growth of
                        wool upon two young lambs; and he hoped in a reasonable time to propagate
                        the breed of naked sheep all over the kingdom. </p>
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                    <p>We crossed a walk to the other part of the Academy, where, as I have already
                        said, the projectors in speculative learning resided. </p>
                    <p>The first professor I saw was in a very large room, with forty pupils about
                        him. After salutation, observing me to look earnestly upon a frame, which
                        took up the greatest part of both the length and breadth of the room, he
                        said perhaps I might wonder to see him employed in a project for improving
                        speculative knowledge by practical and mechanical operations. But the world
                        would soon be sensible of its usefulness, and he flattered himself that a
                        more noble exalted thought never sprang in any other man's head. Everyone
                        knew how laborious the usual method is of attaining to arts and sciences;
                        whereas by his contrivance the most ignorant person at a reasonable charge,
                        and with a little bodily <pb n="223"/> labor, may write books in philosophy,
                        poetry, politics, law, mathematics, and theology, without the least
                        assistance from genius or study. He then led me to the frame, about the
                        sides whereof all his pupils stood in ranks. It was twenty feet square,
                        placed in the middle of the room. The <ref target="superficies_" corresp="superficies">superficies</ref>
                                <note xml:id="superficies" target="superficies_">The surface layer. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> was composed of several bits
                        of wood, about the bigness of a die, but some larger than others. They were
                        all linked together by slender wires. These bits of wood were covered on
                        every square with paper pasted on them, and on these papers were written all
                        the words of their language, in their several moods, tenses, and
                        declensions, but without any order. The professor then desired me to
                        observe, for he was going to set his engine at work. The pupils at his
                        command took each of them hold of an iron handle, whereof there were forty
                        fixed round the edges of the frame, and giving them a sudden turn, the whole
                        disposition of the words was entirely changed. He then commanded thirty-six
                        of the lads to read the several lines softly as they appeared upon the
                        frame; and where they found three or four words together that might make
                        part of a sentence, they dictated to the four remaining boys who were
                        scribes. This work was repeated three or four times, and at every turn the
                        engine was so contrived that the words shifted into new places, as the
                        square bits of wood moved upside down. </p>
                    <p>Six hours a day the young students were employed in this labor, and the
                        professor showed me several volumes in large folio already collected, of <pb n="224"/> broken sentences, which he intended to piece together, and out
                        of those rich materials to give the world a complete body of all arts and
                        sciences; which however might be still improved, and much expedited, if the
                        public would raise a fund for making and employing five hundred such frames
                        in Lagado, and oblige the managers to contribute in common their several
                        collections. </p>
                    <p> (SEE PLATE 5) </p>
                    <p>He assured me, that this invention had employed all his thoughts from his
                        youth, that he had emptied the whole vocabulary into his frame, and made the
                        strictest computation of the general proportion there is in books between
                        the numbers of particles, nouns, and verbs, and other parts of speech. </p>
                    <p>I made my humblest acknowledgement to this illustrious person for his great
                        communicativeness, and promised if ever I had the good fortune to return to
                        my native country, that I would do him justice, as the sole inventor of this
                        wonderful machine; the form and contrivance of which I desired leave to <ref target="delineate_" corresp="delineate">delineate</ref>
                                <note xml:id="delineate" target="delineate_">To draw, portray, or write down.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> upon
                        paper, as in the figure here annexed. I told him, although it were the
                        custom of our learned in Europe to steal inventions from each other, who had
                        thereby at least this advantage, that it became a controversy which was the
                        right owner, yet I would take such caution, that he should have the honor
                        entire without a rival. </p>
                    <p>We next went to the school of languages, where three professors sat in
                        consultation upon improving that of their own country. </p>
                    <p>The first project was to shorten discourse by cutting polysyllables into one,
                        and leaving out verbs and participles, because in reality all things
                        imaginable are but nouns. </p>
                    <p>The other project was a scheme for entirely abolishing all words whatsoever;
                        and this was urged as a great advantage in point of health as well as
                        brevity. For it is plain that every word we speak <pb n="225"/> is, in some
                        degree a diminution of our lungs by corrosion, and consequently contributes
                        to the shortening of our lives. An expedient was therefore offered, that
                        since words are only names for things, it would be more convenient for all
                        men to carry about them such things as were necessary to express the
                        particular business they are to discourse on. And this invention would
                        certainly have taken place, to the great ease as well as health of the
                        subject, if the women, in conjunction with the vulgar and illiterate, had
                        not threatened to raise a rebellion, unless they might be allowed the
                        liberty to speak with their tongues, after the manner of their ancestors;
                        such constant irreconcilable enemies to science are the common people.
                        However, many of the most learned and wise adhere to the new scheme of
                        expressing themselves by things, which has only this inconvenience attending
                        it, that if a man's business be very great, and of various kinds, he must be
                        obliged in proportion to carry a greater bundle of things upon his back,
                        unless he can afford one or two strong servants to attend him. I have often
                        beheld two of those sages almost sinking under the weight of their packs,
                        like pedlars among us; who, when they met in the streets, would lay down
                        their loads, open their sacks, and hold conversation for an hour together;
                        then put up their implements, help each other to resume their burdens, and
                        take their leave. </p>
                    <p>But for short conversations a man may carry implements in his pockets and
                        under his arms, enough to supply him, and in his house he cannot be at a <pb n="226"/> loss. Therefore the room where company meet who practise this
                        art, is full of all things ready at hand, requisite to furnish matter for
                        this kind of artificial converse. </p>
                    <p>Another great advantage proposed by this invention was that it would serve as
                        a universal language to be understood in all civilized nations, whose goods
                        and utensils are generally of the same kind, or nearly resembling, so that
                        their uses might easily be comprehended. And thus ambassadors would be
                        qualified to treat with foreign princes or ministers of state, to whose
                        tongues they were utter strangers. </p>
                    <p>I was at the mathematical school, where the master taught his pupils after a
                        method scarce imaginable to us in Europe. The proposition and demonstration
                        were fairly written on a thin wafer, with ink composed of a <ref target="cephalic_" corresp="cephalic">cephalic</ref>
                                <note xml:id="cephalic" target="cephalic_">Referring to the head. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>. It's not exactly clear
                            how a tincture or extract could be made out of a head.</note> tincture.
                        This the student was to swallow upon a fasting stomach, and for three days
                        following eat nothing but bread and water. As the wafer digested, the
                        tincture mounted to his brain, bearing the proposition along with it. But
                        the success has not hitherto been answerable, partly by some error in the
                        quantum or composition, and partly by the perverseness of lads, to whom this
                            <ref target="bolus_" corresp="bolus">bolus</ref>
                                <note xml:id="bolus" target="bolus_">A very large pill.</note> is so nauseous, that they
                        generally steal aside, and discharge it upwards before it can operate;
                        neither have they been yet persuaded to use so long an abstinence as the
                        prescription required. <pb n="227"/>
                    </p>
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                    <head>CHAPTER VI</head>
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                                <hi rend="italic">A further account of the academy. The Author proposes
                            some improvements, which are honourably received.</hi>
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                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_22_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
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                    <p>In the school of political projectors I was but ill entertained, the
                        professors appearing in my judgment wholly out of their senses, which is a
                        scene that never fails to make me melancholy. These unhappy people were
                        proposing schemes for persuading monarchs to choose favorites upon the score
                        of their wisdom, capacity, and virtue; of teaching ministers to consult the
                        public good; of rewarding merit, great abilities, eminent services; of
                        instructing princes to know their true interest by placing it on the same
                        foundation with that of their people; of choosing for employments persons
                        qualified to exercise them; with many other wild impossible <ref target="chimeras_" corresp="chimeras">chimeras</ref>
                                <note xml:id="chimeras" target="chimeras_">From Greek mythology, a fantastical
                            beast that is made up of various different parts of different animals.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, that
                        never entered before into the heart of man to conceive, and confirmed in me
                        the old observation, that there is nothing so extravagant and irrational
                        which some philosophers have not maintained for truth. </p>
                    <p>But however I shall so far do justice to this part of the Academy, as to
                        acknowledge that all of them were not so visionary. There was a most
                        ingenious doctor who seemed to be perfectly versed in the whole nature and
                        system of government. This illustrious person had very usefully employed his
                        studies in finding out effectual remedies for all diseases <pb n="228"/> and
                        corruptions, to which the several kinds of public administration are subject
                        by the vices or infirmities of those who govern, as well as by the <ref target="licentiousness_" corresp="licentiousness">licentiousness</ref>
                                <note xml:id="licentiousness" target="licentiousness_">Lawlessness. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> of those who are to obey. For
                        instance, whereas all writers and reasoners have agreed, that there is a
                        strict universal resemblance between the natural and the political body; can
                        there be anything more evident, than that the health of both must be
                        preserved, and the cured by the same prescriptions? It is allowed that
                        senates and great councils are often troubled with redundant, <ref target="ebullient_" corresp="ebullient">ebullient</ref>
                                <note xml:id="ebullient" target="ebullient_">agitated Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, and other <ref target="peccant_" corresp="peccant">peccant</ref>
                                <note xml:id="peccant" target="peccant_">Diseased. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> humors, with many diseases of the head, and
                        more of the heart; with strong convulsions, with grievous contractions of
                        the nerves and sinews in both hands, but especially the right; with spleen,
                        flatus, vertigos, and deliriums; with <ref target="scrofulous_" corresp="scrofulous">scrofulous</ref>
                                <note xml:id="scrofulous" target="scrofulous_">Scrofula is a disease that causes the lymph nodes
                            and glands to swell and deteriorate, especially around the neck. Source:
                                <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> tumors full
                        of <ref target="fetid_" corresp="fetid">fetid</ref>
                                <note xml:id="fetid" target="fetid_">Bad smelling. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>
                        <ref target="purulent_" corresp="purulent"> purulent</ref>
                                <note xml:id="purulent" target="purulent_">Pus-like. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> matter; with sour frothy <ref target="ructations_" corresp="ructations">ructations</ref>
                                <note xml:id="ructations" target="ructations_">Burps. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, with canine
                        appetites and crudeness of digestion, besides many others needless to
                        mention. This doctor therefore proposed, that upon the meeting of a senate,
                        certain physicians should attend at the three first days of their sitting,
                        and at the close of each day's debate, feel the pulses of every senator;
                        after which, having maturely considered, and consulted upon the nature of
                        the several maladies, and the methods of cure, they should on the fourth day
                        return to the senate house, attended by their apothecaries stored with
                        proper medicines; and before the members sat, administer to each of them
                            <ref target="lenitives_" corresp="lenitives">lenitives, aperitives,
                            abstersives, corrosives, restringents, palliatives, laxatives,
                            cephalalgics, icterics, apophlegmatics, acoustics</ref>
                                <note xml:id="lenitives_" target="lenitives">A wide variety of different
                            medicines. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                            Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, as their <pb n="229"/> several cases required;
                        and according as these medicines should operate, repeat, alter, or omit them
                        at the next meeting. </p>
                    <p>This project could not be of any great expense to the public, and would, in
                        my poor opinion, be of much use for the dispatch of business in those
                        countries where senates have any share in the legislative power; beget
                        unanimity, shorten debates, open a few mouths which are now closed, and
                        close many more which are now open; curb the petulancy of the young, and
                        correct the positiveness of the old; rouse the stupid, and damp the <ref target="pert_" corresp="pert">pert</ref>
                                <note xml:id="pert" target="pert_">Outspoken. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>. </p>
                    <p>Again, because it is a general complaint, that the favorites of princes are
                        troubled with short and weak memories, the same doctor proposed, that
                        whoever attended a first minister, after having told his business with the
                        utmost brevity and in the plainest words, should at his departure give the
                        said minister a tweak by the nose, or a kick in the belly, or tread on his
                        corns, or lug him thrice by both ears, or pin into his breech, or pinch his
                        arm black and blue, to prevent forgetfulness; and at every levee day repeat
                        the same operation, till the business were done or absolutely refused. </p>
                    <p>He likewise directed, that every senator in the great council of a nation,
                        after he had delivered his opinion, and argued in the defense of it, should
                        be obliged to give his vote directly contrary; because if that were done,
                        the result would infallibly terminate in the good of the public. </p>
                    <p>When parties in a state are violent, he offered a wonderful contrivance to
                        reconcile them. The method <pb n="230"/> is this: you take a hundred leaders
                        of each party, you dispose them into couples of such whose heads are nearest
                        of a size; then let two nice operators saw off the <ref target="occiput_" corresp="occiput">occiput</ref>
                                <note xml:id="occiput" target="occiput_">The back of the head. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> of each couple at the same time, in such a
                        manner that the brain may be equally divided. Let the occiputs thus cut off
                        be interchanged, applying each to the head of his opposite party-man. It
                        seems indeed to be a work that requires some exactness, but the professor
                        assured us that if it were dexterously performed the cure would be
                        infallible. For he argued thus; that the two half brains being left to
                        debate the matter between themselves within the space of one skull, would
                        soon come to a good understanding, and produce that moderation, as well as
                        regularity of thinking, so much to be wished for in the heads of those who
                        imagine they come into the world only to watch and govern its motion: and as
                        to the difference of brains in quantity or quality among those who are
                        directors in faction, the doctor assured us from his own knowledge that it
                        was a perfect trifle. </p>
                    <p>I heard a very warm debate between two professors, about the most <ref target="commodius_" corresp="commodius">commodious</ref>
                                <note xml:id="commodius" target="commodius_">Beneficial, good. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> and effectual
                        ways and means of raising money without grieving the subject. The first
                        affirmed the most just method would be to lay a certain tax upon vices and
                        folly, and the sum fixed upon every man to be rated after the fairest manner
                        by a jury of his neighbors. The second was of an opinion directly contrary,
                        to tax those qualities of body and mind for which men chiefly value
                        themselves, the rate to be more or <pb n="231"/> less according to the
                        degrees of excelling, the decision whereof should be left entirely to their
                        own breast. The highest tax was upon men who are the greatest favorites of
                        the other sex, and the assessments according to the number and natures of
                        the favors they have received; for which they are allowed to be their own
                        vouchers. Wit, valor, and politeness were likewise proposed to be largely
                        taxed, and collected in the same manner, by every person's giving his own
                        word for the quantum of what he possessed. But as to honor, justice, wisdom,
                        and learning, they should not be taxed at all, because they are
                        qualifications of so singular a kind, that no man will either allow them in
                        his neighbor, or value them in himself. </p>
                    <p>The women were proposed to be taxed according to their beauty and skill in
                        dressing, wherein they had the same privilege with the men, to be determined
                        by their own judgment. But constancy, chastity, good sense, and good nature
                        were not rated, because they would not bear the charge of collecting. </p>
                    <p>To keep senators in the interest of the crown, it was proposed that the
                        members should raffle for employments, every man first taking an oath, and
                        giving security that he would vote for the court, whether he won or not;
                        after which the losers had in their turn the liberty of raising upon the
                        next vacancy. Thus hope and expectation would be kept alive, none would
                        complain of broken promises, but impute their disappointments wholly to
                        fortune, whose <pb n="232"/> shoulders are broader and stronger than those
                        of a ministry. </p>
                    <p>Another professor showed me a large paper of instructions for discovering
                        plots and conspiracies against the government. He advised great statesmen to
                        examine into the diet of all suspected persons; their times of eating; upon
                        which side they lay in bed; with which hand they wiped their posteriors; to
                        take a strict view of their excrements, and, from the color, the odor, the
                        taste, the consistence, the crudeness of maturity of digestion, form a
                        judgment of their thoughts and designs. Because men are never so serious,
                        thoughtful, and intent, as when they are at stool, which he found by
                        frequent experiment; for in such conjunctures, when he used merely as a
                        trial to consider which was the best way of murdering the king, his ordure
                        would have a tincture of green, but quite different when he thought only of
                        raising an insurrection or burning the metropolis. </p>
                    <p>The whole discourse was written with great acuteness, containing many
                        observations both curious and useful for politicians, but as I conceived not
                        altogether complete. This I ventured to tell the author, and offered if he
                        pleased to supply him with some additions. He received my proposition with
                        more compliance than is usual among writers, especially those of the
                        projecting species, professing he would be glad to receive further
                        information. </p>
                    <p>I told him that in the kingdom of <ref target="Tribnia_" corresp="Tribnia">Tribnia</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Tribnia" target="Tribnia_">An anagram for
                            "Britain."</note>, by the natives called <ref target="Langden_" corresp="Langden">Langden</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Langden" target="Langden_">An anagram for "England."</note>, where I had sojourned <pb n="233"/>
                        some time in my travels, the bulk of the people consist in a manner wholly
                        of discoverers, witnesses, informers, accusers, prosecutors, evidences,
                        swearers, together with their several subservient and subaltern instruments,
                        all under the colors and conduct of ministers of state and their deputies.
                        The plots in that kingdom are usually the workmanship of those persons who
                        desire to raise their own characters of profound politicians, to restore new
                        vigor to a crazy administration, to stifle or divert general discontents, to
                        fill their pockets with <ref target="forfeitures_" corresp="forfeitures">forfeitures</ref>
                                <note xml:id="forfeitures" target="forfeitures_">The
                            loss of property of money given up as the result of a court case. The
                            sense is that politicians are in effect stealing money by seizing money
                            forfeited in legal proceedings.</note>, and raise or sink the opinion of
                        public credit, as either shall best answer their private advantage. It is
                        first agreed and settled among them, what suspected persons shall be accused
                        of a plot; then, effectual care is taken to secure all their letters and
                        papers, and put the criminals in chains. These papers are delivered to a set
                        of artists, very dexterous in finding out the mysterious meanings of words,
                        syllables, and letters. For instance, they can discover a close-stool to
                        signify a privy council; a flock of geese, a senate; a lame dog, an invader;
                        the plague, a standing army; a buzzard, a prime minister; the gout, a high
                        priest; a <ref target="gibbet_" corresp="gibbet">gibbet</ref>
                                <note xml:id="gibbet" target="gibbet_">Gallows. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, a secretary of state; a
                        chamber-pot, a committee of grandees; a sieve, a court lady; a broom, a
                        revolution; a mousetrap, an employment; a bottomless pit, the treasury; a
                        sink, the court; a <ref target="cap_" corresp="cap">cap-and-bells</ref>
                                <note xml:id="cap" target="cap_">A jester's cap. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                        </note>, a favorite; a broken reed, a court of justice; <pb n="234"/> an
                        empty <ref target="tun_" corresp="tun">tun</ref>
                                <note xml:id="tun" target="tun_">A cask. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, a general; a running sore, the
                        administration. </p>
                    <p>When this method fails, they have two others more effectual, which the
                        learned among them call acrostics and anagrams. First they can decipher all
                        initial letters into political meanings. Thus, N. shall signify a plot; B. a
                        regiment of horse; L. a fleet at sea; or secondly by transposing the letters
                        of the alphabet in any suspected paper, they can discover the deepest
                        designs of a discontented party. So for example if I should say in a letter
                        to a friend, Our brother Tom has just got the piles, a skillful decipherer
                        would discover that the same letters which compose that sentence may be
                        analyzed into the following words: Resist -- a plot is brought home -- the
                        tour. And this is the anagrammatic method. </p>
                    <p>The professor made me great acknowledgments for communicating these
                        observations, and promised to make honorable mention of me in his treatise. </p>
                    <p>I saw nothing in this country that could invite me to a longer continuance,
                        and began to think of returning home to England. <pb n="235"/>
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                    <head>CHAPTER VII</head>
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                                <hi rend="italic">The Author leaves</hi> Lagado, <hi rend="italic">arrives
                            at </hi>Maldonada. <hi rend="italic">No ship ready. He takes a short
                            voyage to </hi>Glubbdubdrib. <hi rend="italic">His reception by the
                            Governor.</hi>
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                    <p>The continent of which this kingdom is a part extends itself, as I have
                        reason to believe, eastward to that unknown tract of America, westward to
                        California, and north to the Pacific Ocean, which is not above a hundred and
                        fifty miles from Lagado, where there is a good port and much commerce with
                        the great island of Luggnagg, situated to the northwest about 29 degrees
                        north latitude, and 140 longitude. The island of Luggnagg stands
                        southeastward of Japan, about a hundred leagues distant. There is a strict
                        alliance between the Japanese Emperor and the King of Luggnagg, which
                        affords frequent opportunities of sailing from one island to the other. I
                        determined therefore to direct my course this way, in order to my return to
                        Europe. I hired two mules with a guide to show me the way, and carry my
                        small baggage. I took leave of my noble protector, who had shown me so much
                        favor and made me a generous present at my departure. </p>
                    <p>My journey was without any accident or adventure worth relating. When I
                        arrived at the port of Maldonada (for so it is called) there was no ship in
                        the harbor bound for Luggnagg, nor likely to be in some time. The town is
                        about as large as <ref target="Portsmouth_" corresp="Portsmouth">Portsmouth</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Portsmouth" target="Portsmouth_">A town
                            on the south coast of England and a major port, with a large
                            dockyard.</note>. <pb n="236"/> I soon fell intosome acquaintance, and
                        was very hospitably received. A gentleman of distinction said to me that
                        since the ships bound for Luggnagg could not be ready in less than a month,
                        it might be no disagreeable amusement for me to take a trip to the little
                        island of Glubbdubdrib, about <ref target="five_leagues_" corresp="five_leagues">five leagues</ref>
                                <note xml:id="five_leagues" target="five_leagues_5">About 17 miles. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> off to the southwest. He offered
                        himself and a friend to accompany me, and that I should be provided with a
                        small convenient <ref target="barque_" corresp="barque_">barque</ref>
                                <note xml:id="barque" target="barque_">A small sailing vessel, usually with
                            three masts.</note> for the voyage. </p>
                    <p>Glubbdubdrib, as nearly as I can interpret the word, signifies the Island of
                        Sorcerers or Magicians. It is about <ref target="Wight_" corresp="Wight">one-third as large as the Isle of Wight</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Wight" target="Wight_">The Isle of Wight, off the south coast of England is
                            about 150sq miles, thus Glubbdubrib is about 50sq miles. Source:
                            Wikipedia.</note>, and extremely fruitful; it is governed by the head of
                        a certain tribe, who are all magicians. This tribe marries only among each
                        other, and the eldest in succession is Prince or Governor. He has a noble
                        palace, and a park of about three thousand acres, surrounded by a wall of
                        hewn stone twenty feet high. In this park are several small enclosures for
                        cattle, corn, and gardening. </p>
                    <p>The Governor and his family are served and attended by domestics of a kind
                        somewhat unusual. By his skill in necromancy, he has a power of calling whom
                        he pleases from the dead, and commanding their service for twenty-four
                        hours, but no longer; nor can he call the same persons up again in less than
                        three months, except upon very extraordinary occasions. </p>
                    <p>When we arrived at the island, which was about eleven in the morning, one of
                        the gentlemen who accompanied me, went to the Governor, and desired <pb n="237"/> admittance for a stranger, who came on purpose to have the
                        honor of attending on his Highness. This was immediately granted, and we all
                        three entered the gate of the palace between two rows of guards, armed and
                        dressed after a very <ref target="antic_" corresp="antic">antic</ref>
                                <note xml:id="antic" target="antic_">Gross, weird, or absurd. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> manner, and
                        something in their countenances that made my flesh creep a horror I cannot
                        express. We passed through several apartments, between servants of the same
                        sort, ranked on each side as before, till we came to the chamber of
                        presence, where after three profound obeisances, and a few general
                        questions, we were permitted to sit on three stools near the lowest step of
                        his Highness's throne. He understood the language of Balnibarbi, although it
                        were different from that of his island. He desired me to give him some
                        account of my travels; and to let me see that I should be treated without
                        ceremony, he dismissed all his attendants with a turn of his finger, at
                        which to my great astonishment they vanished in an instant, like visions in
                        a dream, when we awake on a sudden. I could not recover myself in some time,
                        till the Governor assured me that I should receive no hurt; and observing my
                        two companions to be under no concern, who had been often entertained in the
                        same manner, I began to take courage, and related to his Highness a short
                        history of my several adventures, yet not without some hesitation, and
                        frequently looking behind me to the place where I had seen those domestic
                        specters. I had the honor to dine with the Governor, where a new set of
                        ghosts served up the meat, and waited at table. I now observed myself to be
                        less <pb n="238"/> terrified than I had been in the morning. I stayed till
                        sunset, but humbly desired his Highness to excuse me for not accepting his
                        invitation of lodging in the palace. My two friends and I lay at a private
                        house in the town adjoining, which is the capital of this little island; and
                        the next morning we returned to pay our duty to the Governor, as he was
                        pleased to command us. </p>
                    <p>After this manner we continued in the island for ten days, most part of every
                        day with the Governor, and at night in our lodging. I soon grew so
                        familiarized to the sight of spirits, that the third or fourth time they
                        gave me no emotion at all; or if I had any apprehensions left, my curiosity
                        prevailed over them. For his Highness the Governor ordered me to call up
                        whatever persons I would choose to name, and in whatever numbers among all
                        the dead from the beginning of the world to the present time, and command
                        them to answer any questions I should think fit to ask; with this condition,
                        that my questions must be confined within the compass of the times they
                        lived in. And one thing I might depend upon, that they would certainly tell
                        me truth, for lying was a talent of no use in the lower world. I made my
                        humble acknowledgments to his Highness for so great a favor. We were in a
                        chamber from whence there was a fair prospect into the park. And because my
                        first inclination was to be entertained with scenes of pomp and
                        magnificence, I desired to see <ref target="Alexander_" corresp="Alexander">Alexander the Great</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Alexander" target="Alexander_">Alexander the Great (356-323 BCE) was the king of the Macedonian empire
                            who created the largest empire of the ancient world. His influence
                            caused the emergence of the Hellenistic Period. he was rumored to have
                            died by poison. Source: Wikipedia</note>, at the head of his army just
                        after the <ref target="Arbela_" corresp="Arbela_">battle of
                            Arbela</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Arbela_" target="Arbela_">The battle of
                            Arbela, also known as the battle of Gaugamela, saw an outnumbered
                            Alexander the Great defeat the Persians. Source: Wikipedia</note>; which
                        upon a notion of the Governor's <pb n="239"/> finger immediately appeared in
                        a large field under the window where we stood. Alexander was called up into
                        the room; it was with great difficulty that I understood his Greek, and had
                        but little of my own. He assured me upon his honor that he was not poisoned,
                        but died of a fever by excessive drinking. </p>
                    <p>Next I saw <ref target="Hannibal_" corresp="Hannibal">Hannibal</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Hannibal" target="Hannibal_">Hannibal Barca (247-183) BCE, a
                            Cathaginian general who led one of the most famous military crusades
                            when he took his army across the Alps to fight the Roman Republic.
                            Source: Wikipedia</note> passing the Alps, who told me he had not a <ref target="vinegar_" corresp="vinegar">drop of vinegar</ref>
                                <note xml:id="vinegar" target="vinegar_">According to the Roman historian
                            Livy, Hannibal had his soldiers boil vinegar and pour it over rocks to
                            break them up so that he could make his way through the Alps. The story
                            may or many not be true. Source: Wikipedia</note> in his camp. </p>
                    <p>I saw <ref target="Caesar_" corresp="Caesar">Caesar</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Caesar" target="Caesar_">Julius Caesar (100-44 BCE) A Roman
                            politician and general who was a member of the first triumvirate with
                            Crassus and Pompey. With his hunger for power he declared himself
                            dictator. He was assassinated by rivals on the Ides of March in 44 BCE,
                            leading to a long civil war that resulted in the end of the Roman
                            Republic and the foundation of the Roman Empire. </note> and <ref target="Pompey_" corresp="Pompey">Pompey</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Pompey" target="Pompey_">Pompey (106-48 BCE), was a ruler of the late Roman
                            Republic and general who was a part of the first triumvirate alongside
                            Caesar. However, their friendship didn't last long as they fought for
                            control of Rome. Losing against Caesar in the Battle of Pharsalus in 48
                            BCE, Pompey fled to Egypt where he was later assassinated. Source:
                            Wikipedia</note> at the head of their troops, just ready to engage. I
                        saw the former in his last great triumph. I desired that the <ref target="senate_" corresp="senate">senate of Rome</ref>
                                <note xml:id="senate" target="senate_">A long enduring political body in Rome
                            based on a Republican government where a state is ruled by a body of
                            elected governing citizens. Source: Wikipedia</note> might appear before
                        me in one large chamber, and an assembly of somewhat a latter age in
                        counterview in another. The first seemed to be an assembly of heroes and
                        demigods; the other a knot of pedlars, pickpockets, highway-men, and
                        bullies. </p>
                    <p>The Governor at my request gave the sign for Caesar and <ref target="Brutus_" corresp="Brutus">Brutus</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Brutus" target="Brutus_">Marcus Junius Brutus, 85-42 BCE. Famed assassin of Caesar, Brutus was a
                            Roman politician of the Roman Republic. During the civil war between
                            Pompey and Caesar for power, Brutus sided with Pompey, but surrendered
                            to Caesar after Pompey's defeat. After assassinating Caesar with his
                            fellow liberators, Brutus later went on to commit suicide after being
                            defeated by Caesar's grandnephew Octavian. Source: Wikipedia </note> to
                        advance towards us. I was struck with a profound <ref target="veneration_" corresp="veneration">veneration</ref>
                                <note xml:id="veneration" target="veneration_">Respect. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> at the sight of Brutus, and could easily
                        discover the most <ref target="consummate_" corresp="consummate">consummate</ref>
                                <note xml:id="consummate" target="consummate_">Complete
                            or perfect. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                            Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> virtue, the greatest intrepidity and firmness of
                        mind, the truest love of his country, and general benevolence for mankind in
                        every <ref target="lineament_" corresp="lineament">lineament</ref>
                                <note xml:id="lineament" target="lineament">Portion. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> of his countenance. I
                        observed with much pleasure that these two persons were in good intelligence
                        with each other, and Caesar freely confessed to me that the greatest actions
                        of his own life were not equal by many degrees to the glory of taking it
                        away. I had the honor to have much conversation with Brutus; and was told,
                        that his ancestor <ref target="Junius_" corresp="Junius">Junius</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Junius" target="Junius_">Junius is a famous family of Rome; the
                            specific reference is probably to Lucius Junius Brutus, a founder of the
                            Roman Republic. Source: Wikipedia</note>, <ref target="Socrates_" corresp="Socrates_">Socrates</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Socrates_" target="Socrates_">Socrates (470-399 BCE) Famed Greek philosopher and in
                            a real sense the origin point of European philosophy. While Socrates
                            never wrote anything himself, his method of "Socratic inquiry" conducted
                            through intense dialogue and his theories live through the writings of
                            his student Plato. Source: Wikipedia</note>, <ref target="Epimanandas_" corresp="Epimanandas_">Epaminondas</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Epimanandas_" target="Epimanandas_">Epaminondas (?-362 BCE) A Greek general who free
                            Thebes from Spartan Control. Source: Wikipedia</note>, <ref target="Cato_" corresp="Cato">Cato the younger</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Cato" target="Cato_">Cato the Younger (95-6 BCE). A statesman of the Roman
                            Republic. He was a famous orator known for hatred for corruption. Cato
                            became a figure of admiration among eighteenth-century British political
                            thinkers for his integrity. Source: Wikipedia</note>, Sir Thomas <pb n="240"/>
                        <ref target="More_" corresp="More">More</ref>
                                <note xml:id="More" target="More_">Sir Thomas More 1478-1535 CE. A Renaissance humanist who
                            was famed as a lawyer, philosopher, statesman, and councilor to the
                            King. He opposed the Protestant Reformation. Source: Wikipedia</note>,
                        and himself were perpetually together: a <ref target="sextumverite_" corresp="sextumirate">sextumvirate</ref>
                                <note xml:id="sextumvirite" target="sextumvirite_">A group of six. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> to which all the ages of the world
                        cannot add a seventh. </p>
                    <p>It would be tedious to trouble the reader with relating what vast numbers of
                        illustrious persons were called up, to gratify that insatiable desire I had
                        to see the world in every period of antiquity placed before me. I chiefly
                        fed my eyes with beholding the destroyers of tyrants and usurpers, and the
                        restorers of liberty to oppressed and injured nations. But it is impossible
                        to express the satisfaction I received in my own mind, after such a manner
                        as to make it a suitable entertainment to the reader. </p>
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                    <head>CHAPTER VIII</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italic">A further account of </hi>Glubbdubdrib. <hi rend="italic">Ancient and modern history corrected.</hi>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <ref target="Audio24_" corresp="Audio24">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio24" target="Audio24_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_24_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>

                    <p>Having a desire to see those ancients who were most renowned for wit and
                        learning, I set apart one day on purpose. I proposed that <ref target="Homer_" corresp="Homer">Homer</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Homer" target="Homer_">The author of the Greek epic poems <hi rend="italic">The
                                Iliad</hi> and <hi rend="italic">"The Odyssey"&gt;</hi>Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> and <ref target="Aristotle_" corresp="Aristotle">Aristotle</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Aristotle" target="Aristotle_">Aristotle (384-322 BCE) Greek
                            scientist and philosopher.</note> might appear at the head of all their
                        commentators; but these were so numerous that some hundreds were forced to
                        attend in the court and outward rooms of the palace. I knew and could
                        distinguish those two heroes at first sight, not only from the crowd but
                        from each other. Homer was the taller and comelier person of the two, walked
                        very erect for one of his age, and his eyes were the most quick and piercing
                        I ever beheld. Aristotle stooped much, and made use of a <pb n="241"/>
                        staff. His visage was meager, his hair lank and thin, and his voice hollow.
                        I soon discovered that both of were perfect strangers to the rest of the
                        company, and had never seen or heard of them before. And I had a whisper
                        from a ghost, who shall be nameless, that these commentators always kept in
                        the most distant quarters from their principals in the lower world, through
                        a consciousness of shame and guilt, because they had so horribly
                        misrepresented the meaning of those authors to posterity. I introduced <ref target="Didymus_" corresp="Didymus">Didymus</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Didymus" target="Didymus_">Didymus is the author of a commentary on Homer.
                            Source: Wikipedia</note> and <ref target="Eustathius_" corresp="Eustathius">Eustathius</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Eustathius" target="Eustathius_">Eustathius was another commentator on the works of
                            Homer Source: Wikipedia</note> to Homer, and prevailed on him to treat
                        them better than perhaps they deserved; for he soon found they wanted a
                        genius to enter into the spirit of a poet. But Aristotle was out of all
                        patience with the account I gave him of <ref target="Scotus_" corresp="Scotus">Scotus</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Scotus" target="Scotus_">John
                            Duns Scotus (1266-1308) was a philosopher and interpretor of Aristotle.
                            Source: Wikipedia</note> and <ref target="Ramus_" corresp="Ramus">Ramus</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Ramus" target="Ramus_">Petrus Ramus
                            (1515-1572) was a French philosopher and logician.</note>, as I
                        presented them to him; and he asked them whether the rest of the tribe were
                        as great dunces as themselves. </p>
                    <p>I then desired the Governor to call up <ref target="Descartes_" corresp="Descartes">Rene Descartes</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Descartes" target="Descartes_">Rene Descartes (1596-1650) A French philosopher and
                            mathematician, and speaker of the phrase, "I think therefore I am."
                            Source: Wikipedia </note> and <ref target="Gassendi_" corresp="Gassendi">Gassendi</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Gassendi" target="Gassendi_">Pierre
                            Gassendi (1592-1655), French philosopher, priest, and mathematician.
                            Descartes and Aristotle did not get along intellectually with Gassendi
                            due to his beliefs in the atomic theory of Epicurus. Source:
                            Wikipedia</note>, with whom I prevailed to explain their systems to
                        Aristotle. This great philosopher freely acknowledged his own mistakes in
                        natural philosophy, because he proceeded in many things upon conjecture, as
                        all men must do; and he found, that Gassendi, who had made the doctrine of
                            <ref target="Epicurus_" corresp="Epicurus">Epicurus</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Epicurus" target="Epicurus_">Epicurus (341-270 BCE). A Greek
                            philosopher famed for founding a school of philosophy that became known
                            as Epicureanism. Epicureanism was a form of hedonism, focusing of
                            maximization of pleasure. However, Epicurus put a focus on living a
                            simple life of happiness. Thus instead of falling to any extremes, he
                            advocated living within the mean. Source: Wikipeadia</note> as palatable
                        as he could, and the <ref target="vortices_" corresp="vortices">vortices</ref>
                                <note xml:id="vortices" target="vortices_">Vortexes.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> of
                        Descartes, were equally exploded. He predicted the same fate to attraction,
                        whereof the present learned are such zealous asserters. He said that new
                        systems of nature were but new fashions, which would vary in every age; and
                        even those <pb n="242"/> who pretend to demonstrate them from mathematical
                        principles, would flourish but a short period of time, and be out of vogue
                        when that was determined. </p>
                    <p>I spent five days in conversing with many others of the ancient learned. I
                        saw most of the <ref target="emperors_" corresp="emperors">first Roman
                            emperors</ref>
                                <note xml:id="emperors" target="emperors_">The first five
                            Roman emperors were as follows: Augustus Caesar, Tiberius, Caligula,
                            Claudius, and Nero</note>. I prevailed on the Governor to call up <ref target="Eliogabalus_" corresp="Eliogabalus">Eliogabalus's</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Eliogabalus" target="Eliogabalus_"> Roman emperor who ruled from
                            218-222 AD, and died at the age of eighteen. Eglabalus was known for his
                            emphasis on luxury. Source: Wikipedia</note> cooks to dress us a dinner,
                        but they could not show us much of their skill, for want of materials. A
                            <ref target="helot_" corresp="helot">helot</ref>
                                <note xml:id="helot" target="helot_">A kind of Spartan serf who were lesser than a regular
                            citizen, but higher than a slave. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> of <ref target="Agesilaus_" corresp="Agesilaus">Agesilaus</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Agesilaus" target="Agesilaus_"> A Spartan king.</note> made us a dish of Spartan
                        broth, but I was not able to get down a second spoonful. </p>
                    <p>The two gentlemen who conducted me to the island were pressed by their
                        private affairs to return in three days, which I employed in seeing some of
                        the modern dead, who had made the greatest figure for two or three hundred
                        years past in our own and other countries of Europe; and having been always
                        a great admirer of old illustrious families, I desired the Governor call up
                        a dozen or two of kings with their ancestors in order for eight or nine
                        generations. But my disappointment was grevious and unexpected. For instead
                        of a long train with royal <ref target="diadems_" corresp="diadems">diadems</ref>
                                <note xml:id="diadems" target="diadems_">Ornate jeweled
                            crowns. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>,
                        I saw in one family two fiddlers, three <ref target="courtiers_" corresp="courtiers">spruce courtiers</ref>
                                <note xml:id="courtiers" target="courtiers_">Live court attendants.</note>, and an Italian <ref target="prelate_" corresp="prelate">prelate</ref>
                                <note xml:id="prelate" target="prelate_">A highly ranked cleric or priest. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>. In another, a
                        barber, an <ref target="abbot_" corresp="abbot">abbot</ref>
                                <note xml:id="abbot" target="abbot_">An abbot is the head of a Christian
                            abbey. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>,
                        and two <ref target="cardinals_" corresp="cardinals">cardinals</ref>
                                <note xml:id="cardinals" target="cardinals_">The highest rank in the
                            priesthood of the Roman Catholic Church.</note>. I have too great a
                        veneration for crowned heads to dwell any longer on so nice a subject. But
                        as to counts, marquesses, dukes, earls, and the like, I was not so
                        scrupulous. And I confess it was not without some pleasure that I found
                        myself able to trace the particular features, by which certain <pb n="243"/>
                        families are distinguished, up to their originals. I could plainly discover
                        from whence one family derives a long chin, why a second has abounded with
                            <ref target="knaves_" corresp="knaves">knaves</ref>
                                <note xml:id="knaves" target="knaves_">Male servants or pages. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> for two generations, and
                        fools for two more; why a third happened to be <ref target="crack-brained_" corresp="crack-brained">crack-brained</ref>
                                <note xml:id="crack-brained" target="crack-brained_">Intellectually impaired or crazy. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, and a fourth to
                        be <ref target="sharpers_" corresp="sharpers">sharpers</ref>
                                <note xml:id="sharpers" target="sharpers_">Swindlers. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>. Whence it came
                        what <ref target="Polydore_" corresp="Polydore">Polydore Virgil</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Polydore" target="Polydore_">Polydore Virgil 1470-1555 AD An
                            Italian scholar famed as the "father of English history." Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> says of a
                        certain great house, <ref target="Nec_" corresp="Nec">
                                    <hi rend="italic">Nec
                                vir fortis, nec femina casta.</hi>
                                </ref>
                                <note xml:id="Nec" target="Nec_">This Latin phrase translates as "not a man was brave, nor
                            a woman chaste." Source: Wikipedia</note> How cruelty, falsehood, and
                        cowardice grew to be characteristics by which certain families are
                        distinguished as much as by their coat of arms. Who first brought the pox
                        into a noble house, which has lineally descended in scrofulous tumors to
                        their posterity. Neither could I wonder at all this, when I saw such an
                        interruption of lineages by pages, lackeys, <ref target="valet_" corresp="valet">valets</ref>
                                <note xml:id="valet" target="valet_">A
                            personal attendant. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, <ref target="coachmen_" corresp="coachmen">coachmen</ref>
                                <note xml:id="coachmen" target="coachmen_">Coach drivers.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, <ref target="gamesters_" corresp="n0293">gamesters</ref>
                                <note xml:id="gamesters" target="gamesters_">gamblers</note>, captains and
                        pickpockets. </p>
                    <p>I was chiefly disgusted with modern history. For having strictly examined all
                        the persons of greatest name in the courts of princes for a hundred years
                        past, I found how the world had been misled by prostitute writers, to
                        ascribe the greatest exploits in war to cowards, the wisest counsel to
                        fools, sincerity to flatterers, Roman virtue to betrayers of their country,
                        piety to atheists, chastity to <ref target="sodomites_" corresp="sodomites">sodomites</ref>
                                <note xml:id="sodomites" target="sodomites_">Gay
                            men.</note>, informers. How many innocent and excellent persons had been
                        condemned to death or banishment, by the practising of great ministers upon
                        the corruption of judges, and the malice of factions. How many villains had
                        been exalted to the highest places of trust, power, dignity, and profit: how
                        great a share in the motions and events <pb n="244"/> of courts, councils,
                        and senates might be challenged by <ref target="bawds_" corresp="bawds">bawds</ref>
                                <note xml:id="bawds" target="bawds_">Generally someone in
                            charge of a brothel or a pimp. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, whores, pimps, parasites, and buffoons. How
                        low an opinion I had of human wisdom and integrity, when I was truly
                        informed of the springs and motives of great enterprises and revolutions in
                        the world, and of the contemptible accidents to which they owed their
                        success. </p>
                    <p>Here I discovered the <ref target="roguery_" corresp="roguery">roguery</ref>
                                <note xml:id="roguery" target="roguery_">Misconduct.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> and
                        ignorance of those who pretend to write anecdotes, or secret history, who
                        send so many kings to their graves with a cup of poison; will repeat the
                        discourse between a prince and chief minister, where no witness was by;
                        unlock the thoughts and cabinets of ambassadors and secretaries of state,
                        and have the perpetual misfortune to be mistaken. Here I discovered the
                        secret causes of many great events that have surprised the world, how a
                        whore can govern the backstairs, the backstairs a council, and the council a
                        senate. A general confessed in my presence, that he got a victory purely by
                        the force of cowardice and ill conduct; and an admiral, that for want of
                        proper intelligence, he beat the enemy to whom he intended to betray the
                        fleet. Three kings protested to me, that in their whole reigns they never
                        did once prefer any person of merit, unless by mistake or treachery of some
                        minister in whom they confided; neither would they do it if they were to
                        live again; and they showed with great strength of reason that the royal
                        throne could not be supported without corruption, because that positive,
                        confident, restive temper, which virtue infused into man, was a perpetual
                        clog to public business. <pb n="245"/>
                    </p>
                    <p>I had the curiosity to enquire in a particular manner, by what method great
                        numbers had procured to themselves high titles of honor, and prodigious
                        estates; and I confined my inquiry to a very modern period; however, without
                        grating upon present times, because I would be sure to give no offense even
                        to foreigners (for I hope the reader need not be told that I do not in the
                        least intend my own country in what I say upon this occasion), a great
                        number of persons concerned were called up, and upon a very slight
                        examination, discovered such a scene of infamy, that I cannot reflect upon
                        it without some seriousness. Perjury, oppression, subornation, fraud, <ref target="panderism_" corresp="panderism">panderism</ref>
                                <note xml:id="panderism" target="panderism_">The act of pimping. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, and the like
                        infirmities, were amongst the most excusable arts they had to mention, and
                        for these I gave, as it was reasonable, great allowance. But when some
                        confessed they owed their greatness and wealth to sodomy or incest, others
                        to the prostituting of their own wives and daughters; others to the
                        betraying of their country or their prince; some to poisoning, more to the
                        perverting of justice in order to destroy the innocent; I hope I may be
                        pardoned if these discoveries inclined me little to <ref target="abate_" corresp="abate">abate</ref>
                                <note xml:id="abate" target="abate_">Diminish
                            or reduce. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                            Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> of that profound veneration which I am naturally
                        apt to pay to persons of high rank, who ought to be treated with the utmost
                        respect due to their sublime dignity, by us their inferiors. </p>
                    <p>I had often read of some great services done to princes and states, and
                        desired to see the persons by whom those services were performed. Upon
                        inquiry I was told that their names were to be found on <pb n="246"/> no
                        record, except a few of them whom history has represented as the vilest
                        rogues and traitors. As to the rest, I had never once heard of them. They
                        all appeared with dejected looks, and in the meanest habit, most of them
                        telling me they died in poverty and disgrace, and the rest on a scaffold or
                        a gibbet. </p>
                    <p>Among the rest there was one person whose case appeared a little singular. He
                        had a youth about eighteen years old standing by his side. He told me he had
                        for many years been commander of a ship, and in the sea fight of <ref target="Actium_" corresp="Actium">Actium</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Actium" target="Actium_">The battle of Actium (31 BCE) is a famous naval battle
                            that was considered to be the final war of the Roman Republic. The
                            battle was between Octavian and the forces of Antony and Cleopatra. The
                            battle was won by Octavian, who then became the first emperor of Rome.
                            Source: Wikipedia </note> had the good fortune to break through the
                        enemy's great line of battle, sink three of their capital ships, and take a
                        fourth, which was the sole cause of <ref target="Antony_" corresp="Antony">Antony's</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Antony" target="Antony_">Mark Antony (83-30
                            BCE). He was a Roman Politician, and one of the Second Triumvirate. He
                            followed Julius Caesar and killed his assassins at the battle of
                            Philippi. However, quickly tensions grew between Octavian and Antony,
                            and just as it did with the first triumvirate, a second civil war broke
                            out. Antony, married to Octavian's sister Octavia, was having an affair
                            with Cleopatra and had her kingdom fight alongside him in the war. After
                            their loss, the couple both committed suicide. Source: Wikipedia</note>
                        flight, and of the victory that ensued; that the youth standing by him, his
                        only son, was killed in action. He added that upon the confidence of some
                        merit, the war being at an end, he went to Rome, and solicited at the court
                        of <ref target="Augustus_" corresp="Augustus">Augustus</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Augustus" target="Augustus_">Caesar Augustus, the title that
                            Octavian took after he had defeated Marc Antony and became the ruler and
                            first emperor of Rome. Source: Wikipedia</note> to be preferred to a
                        greater ship, whose commander had been killed; but without any regard to his
                        pretensions, it was given to a youth who had never seen the sea, the son of
                        Libertine, who waited on one of the emperor's mistresses. Returning back to
                        his own vessel, he was charged with neglect of duty, and the ship given to a
                        favorite page of <ref target="Publicola_" corresp="Publicola">Publicola</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Publicola" target="Publicola_">Publicola
                            was one of the Roman aristocrats who helped overthrow Julius Caesar.
                            Source: Wikipedia</note>, the vice-admiral; whereupon he retired to a
                        poor farm at a great distance from Rome, and there ended his life. I was so
                        curious to know the truth of this story, that I desired <ref target="Agrippa_" corresp="Agrippa">Agrippa</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Agrippa" target="Agrippa_">Agrippa (64-12 BCE), Roman general and friend of
                            Octavian. Source: Wikipedia</note> might be called, who was admiral in
                        that fight. He appeared, and confirmed the whole account, but with much more
                        advantage to <pb n="247"/> the captain, whose modesty had extenuated or
                        concealed a great part of his merit. </p>
                    <p>I was surprised to find corruption grown so high and so quick in that empire,
                        by the force of luxury so lately introduced, which made me less wonder at
                        many parallel cases in other countries, where vices of all kinds have
                        reigned so much longer, and where the whole praise as well as pillage has
                        been engrossed by the chief commander, who perhaps had the least title to
                        either. </p>
                    <p>As every person called up made exactly the same appearance he had done in the
                        world, it gave me melancholy reflections to observe how much the race of
                        human kind was degenerate among us, within these hundred years past. How the
                        pox under all its consequences and denominations had altered every lineament
                        of an English countenance, shortened the size of bodies, unbraced the
                        nerves, relaxed the sinews and muscles, introduced a sallow complexion, and
                        rendered the flesh loose and rancid. </p>
                    <p>I descended so low as to desire that some English <ref target="yeomen_" corresp="yeomen">yeomen</ref>
                                <note xml:id="yeomen" target="yeomen_">Independent farmers.</note>
                        <ref target="stamp_" corresp="stamp">of the old stamp</ref>
                                <note xml:id="stamp" target="stamp_">"Of the old stamp" means that the English
                            yeomen operate by the old English ways. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> might be summoned to appear, once so
                        famous for the simplicity of their manners, diet and dress, for justice in
                        their dealings, for their true spirit of liberty, for their valor and love
                        of their country. Neither could I be wholly unmoved after comparing the
                        living with the dead, when I considered how all these pure native virtues
                        were prostituted for a piece of money by their grandchildren, who in selling
                        their votes, and managing at elections, have acquired every vice and
                        corruption that can possibly be learned in a court. <pb n="248"/>
                    </p>
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                    <head>CHAPTER IX</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italic">The Author returns to</hi> Maldonada. <hi rend="italics">Sails to the kingdom o</hi>f Luggnagg. <hi rend="italic">The Author
                            confined. He is sent for to court. The manner of his admittance. The
                            King's great <ref target="lenity_" corresp="lenity">lenity</ref>
                                    <note xml:id="lenity" target="lenity_">Mercifulness. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                    </note> to his
                            subjects</hi>.</head>
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                                <ref target="Audio25_" corresp="Audio25">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio25" target="Audio25_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_25_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>

                    <p>The day of our departure being come, I took leave of his Highness the
                        Governor of Glubbdubdrib, and returned with my two companions to Maldonada,
                        where after a fortnight's waiting, a ship was ready to sail for Luggnagg.
                        The two gentlemen, and some others, were so generous and kind as to furnish
                        me with provisions, and see me on board. I was a month in this voyage. We
                        had one violent storm and were under a necessity of steering westward to get
                        into the tradewind, which holds for above <ref target="sixty_leagues_" corresp="sixty_leagues">sixty leagues</ref>
                                <note xml:id="sixty_leagues" target="sixty_leagues_">About 207 miles.</note>. On the 21st of April,
                        1709, we sailed into the river of Clumegnig, which is a seaport town, at the
                        southeast point of Luggnagg. We cast anchor within a league of the town, and
                        made a signal for a pilot. Two of them came on board in less than half an
                        hour, by whom we were guided between certain <ref target="shoals_" corresp="shoals">shoals</ref>
                                <note xml:id="shoals" target="shoals_">Shallow waters or a sand bar. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> and rocks, which are very dangerous in the
                        passage, to a large basin, where fleet may ride in safety within a <ref target="length_" corresp="length">cable's length</ref>
                                <note xml:id="length" target="length_">About 607 feet. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> of the town
                        wall. </p>
                    <p>Some of our sailors, whether out of treachery or inadvertence, had informed
                        the pilots that I was a stranger and a traveler, whereof these gave notice
                        to a custom house officer, by whom I was examined very strictly upon my
                        landing. This officer <pb n="249"/> spoke to me in the language of
                        Balnibarbi, which by the force of much commerce is generally understood in
                        that town, especially by seamen, and those employed in the customs. I gave
                        him a short account of some particulars, and made my story as plausible and
                        consistent as I could; but I thought it necessary to disguise my country,
                        and call myself an Hollander, because my intentions were for Japan, and I
                        knew the Dutch were the only Europeans permitted to enter into that kingdom.
                        I therefore told the officer, that having been shipwrecked on the coast of
                        Balnibarbi, and cast on a rock, I was received up into Laputa, or the Flying
                        Island (of which he had often heard), and was now endeavoring to get to
                        Japan, from whence I might find a convenience of returning to my own
                        country. The officer said I must be confined till he could receive orders
                        from court, for which he would write immediately, and hoped to receive an
                        answer in a fortnight. I was carried to a convenient lodging, with a <ref target="sentry_" corresp="sentry">sentry</ref>
                                <note xml:id="sentry" target="sentry_">A guard. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> placed at the door; however I had the liberty
                        of a large garden, and was treated with humanity enough, being maintained
                        all the time at the King's charge. I was visited by several persons, chiefly
                        out of curiosity, because it was reported that I came from countries very
                        remote of which they had never heard. </p>
                    <p>I hired a young man who came in the same ship to be an interpreter; he was a
                        native of Luggnagg, but had lived some years at Maldonada, and was a perfect
                        master of both languages. By his assistance I was able to hold a
                        conversation with those who <pb n="250"/> came to visit me; but this
                        consisted only of their questions, and my answers. </p>
                    <p>The dispatch came from court about the time we expected. It contained a
                        warrant for conducting me and my <ref target="retinue_" corresp="retinue">retinue</ref>
                                <note xml:id="retinue" target="retinue_">Group or
                            entourage. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                            Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> to Traldragdubb or Trildrogdrib, for it is
                        pronounced both ways as near as I can remember, by a party of ten horse. All
                        my retinue was that poor lad for an interpreter, whom I persuaded into my
                        service, and at my humble request, we had each of us a mule to ride on. A
                        messenger was dispatched half a day's journey before us, to give the King
                        notice of my approach, and to desire that his Majesty would please appoint a
                        day and hour, when it would be his gracious pleasure that I might have the
                        honor to lick the dust before his footstool. This is the court style, and I
                        found it to be more than matter of form. For upon my admittance two days
                        after my arrival, I was commanded to crawl on my belly, and lick the floor
                        as I advanced; but on account of my being a stranger, care was taken to have
                        it made so clean that the dust was not offensive. However, this was a
                        peculiar grace, not allowed to any but persons of the highest rank, when
                        they desire an admittance. Nay, sometimes the floor is strewn with dust on
                        purpose, when the person to be admitted happens to have powerful enemies at
                        court. And I have seen a great lord with his mouth so crammed, that when he
                        had crept to the proper distance from the throne, he was not able to speak a
                        word. Neither is there any remedy, because it is capital for those who
                        receive an audience to spit <pb n="251"/> or wipe their mouths in his
                        Majesty's presence. There is indeed another custom, which I cannot
                        altogether approve of. When the king has a mind to put any of his nobles to
                        death in a gentle indulgent manner, he commands to have the floor strewn
                        with a certain brown powder, of a deadly composition, which being licked up
                        infallibly kills him in twenty-four hours. But in justice to this prince's
                        great <ref target="clemency_" corresp="clemency">clemency</ref>
                                <note xml:id="clemency" target="clemency_">Mercy. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, and the care he has of his
                        subject's lives (wherein it were much to be wished that the monarchs of
                        Europe would imitate him), it must be mentioned for his honor, that strict
                        orders are given to have the infected parts of the floor well washed after
                        every such execution; which if his domestics neglect, they are in danger of
                        incurring his royal displeasure. I myself heard him give directions, that
                        one of his pages should be whipped, whose turn it was to give notice about
                        washing the floor after an execution, but maliciously had omitted it; by
                        which neglect a young lord of great hopes coming to an audience, was
                        unfortunately poisoned, although the King at that time had not design
                        against his life. But this good prince was so gracious as to forgive the
                        poor page his whipping, upon promise that he would do so no more, without
                        special orders. </p>
                    <p>To return from this digression; when I had crept within four yards of the
                        throne, I raised myself gently upon my knees, and then striking my forehead
                        seven times on the ground, I pronounced the following words, as they had
                        been taught me the night before, <hi rend="italic">Ickpling gloffthrobb
                            squutserumm <pb n="252"/> blhiop mlashnalt zwin tnodbalkguffh slhiophad
                            gurdlubh asht</hi>. This is the compliment established by the laws of
                        the land for all persons admitted to the King's presence. It may be rendered
                        into English thus: May your Celestial Majesty outlive the sun, eleven moons
                        and a half. To this the King returned some answer, which although I could
                        not understand, yet I replied as I had been directed: <hi rend="italic">Fluft drin yalerick dwuldom prastrad mirpush</hi>, which properly
                        signifies, My tongue is in the mouth of my friend, and by this expression
                        was meant that I desired leave to bring my interpreter; whereupon the young
                        man already mentioned was accordingly introduced, by whose intervention I
                        answered as many questions as his Majesty could put in over an hour. I spoke
                        in the Balnibarbian tongue, and my interpreter delivered my meaning in that
                        of Luggnagg. </p>
                    <p>The King was much delighted with my company, and ordered his Bliffmarklub or
                        High Chamberlain, to appoint a lodging in the court for me and my
                        interpreter, with a daily allowance for my table, and a large purse of gold
                        for my common expenses. </p>
                    <p>I stayed three months in this country out of perfect obedience to his
                        Majesty, who was pleased highly to favor me, and made me very honorable
                        offers. But I thought it more consistent with prudence and justice to pass
                        the remainder of my days with my wife and family. <pb n="253"/>
                    </p>
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                    <head>CHAPTER X</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italic">The </hi>Luggnuggians <hi rend="italic">commended. A
                            particular description of the</hi> Struldbrugs, <hi rend="italic">with
                            many conversations between the Author and some eminent persons upon that
                            subject.</hi>
                            </head>
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                                <ref target="Audio26_" corresp="Audio26">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio26" target="Audio26_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_26_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
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                    <p>The Luggnaggians are a polite and generous people, and although they are not
                        without some share of that pride which is peculiar to all Eastern countries,
                        yet they show themselves courteous to strangers, especially such who are
                        countenanced by the court. I had many acquaintance among persons of the best
                        fashion, and being always attended by my interpreter, the conversation we
                        had was not disagreeable. </p>
                    <p>One day in much good company I was asked by a person of quality, whether I
                        had seen any of their Struldbrugs, or Immortals. I said I had not, and
                        desired he would explain to me what he meant by such an <ref target="appelation_" corresp="appelation">appellation</ref>
                                <note xml:id="appelation" target="appelation_">name</note> applied to a mortal
                        creature. He told me, that sometimes, though very rarely, a child happened
                        to be born in a family with a red circular spot in the forehead, directly
                        over the left eyebrow, which was an infallible mark that it should never
                        die. The spot, as he described it, was about the <ref target="threepence_" corresp="threepence">compass of a silver threepence</ref>
                                <note xml:id="threepence" target="threepence_">Compass refers to the
                            circumference. The circumference of a silver threepence would be about
                            the circumference of an American dime. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi> and Wikipedia</note>, but in the course of
                        time grew larger, and changed its color; for at twelve years old it became
                        green, so continued till twenty-five, then turned to a deep blue; at
                        forty-five it grew coal black, and <pb n="254"/> as <ref target="shilling_" corresp="shilling">large as an English shilling</ref>
                                <note xml:id="shilling" target="shilling_">An English shilling's diameter is
                            23mm or a bit bigger than an Americain Nickel. Source: Wikipedia
                        </note>, but never admitted any further alteration. He said these births
                        were so rare, that he did not believe there could be above eleven hundred
                        struldbrugs of both sexes in the whole kingdom, of which he computed about
                        fifty in the metropolis, and among the rest a young girl born about three
                        years ago. That these productions were not peculiar to any family, but a
                        mere effect of chance; and the children of the struldbrugs themselves were
                        equally mortal with the rest of the people. </p>
                    <p>I freely own myself to have been struck with inexpressible delight upon
                        hearing this account, and the person who gave it me happening to understand
                        the Balnibarbian language, which I spoke very well, I could not forbear
                        breaking out into expressions perhaps a little too extravagant. I cried out
                        as in a rapture: Happy nation where every child hath at least a chance for
                        being immortal! Happy people who enjoy so many living examples of ancient
                        virtue, and have masters ready to instruct them in the wisdom of all former
                        ages! but, happiest beyond all comparison are those excellent struldbrugs,
                        who being born exempt from that universal calamity of human nature, have
                        their minds free and disengaged, without the weight and depression of
                        spirits caused by the continual apprehension of death. I discovered my
                        admiration that I had not observed any of these illustrious persons at
                        court; the black spot on the forehead being so remarkable a distinction,
                        that I could not have easily overlooked and it was impossible that his
                        Majesty, <pb n="255"/> a most judicious prince, should not provide himself
                        with a good number of such wise and able counselors. Yet perhaps the virtue
                        of those reverend sages was too strict for the corrupt and libertine manners
                        of a court. And we often find by experience that young men are too
                        opinionative and volatile to be guided by the sober dictates of their
                        seniors. However, since the King was pleased to allow me access to his royal
                        person, I was resolved upon the very first occasion to deliver my opinion to
                        him on this matter freely and at large, by the help of my interpreter; and
                        whether he would please to take my advice or not, yet in one thing I was
                        determined, that his Majesty having frequently offered me an establishment
                        in this country, I would with great thankfulness accept the favor, and pass
                        my life here in the conversation of those superior beings the struldbrugs,
                        if they would please to admit me. </p>
                    <p>The gentleman to whom I addressed my discourse, because (as I have already
                        observed) he spoke the language of Balnibarbi, said to me with a sort of a
                        smile, which usually arises from pity to the ignorant, that he was glad of
                        any occasion to keep me among them, and desired my permission to explain to
                        the company what I had spoke. He did so, and they talked together for some
                        time in their own language, whereof I understood not a syllable, neither
                        could I observe by their countenances what impression my discourse had made
                        on them. After a short silence, the same person told me that his friends and
                        mine (so he thought fit to express himself) <pb n="256"/> were very much
                        pleased with the judicious remarks I had made on the great happiness and
                        advantages of immortal life; and they were desirous to know in a particular
                        manner, what scheme of living I should have formed to myself, if it had
                        fallen to my lot to have been born a struldbrug. </p>
                    <p>I answered, it was easy to be eloquent on so copious and delightful a
                        subject, especially to me who have been often apt to amuse myself with
                        visions of what I should do if I were a king, a general, or a great lord;
                        and upon this very case I had frequently run over the whole system how I
                        should employ myself and pass the time if I were sure to live for ever. </p>
                    <p>That if it had been my good fortune to come into the world a struldbrug, as
                        soon as I could discover my own happiness by understanding the difference
                        between life and death, I would first resolve by an arts and methods
                        whatsoever to procure myself riches. In the pursuit of which by thrift and
                        management, I might reasonably expect, in about two hundred years to be the
                        wealthiest man in the kingdom. In the second place, I would from my earliest
                        youth apply myself to the study of arts and sciences, by which I should
                        arrive in time to excell all others in learning. Lastly, I would carefully
                        record every action and event of consequence that happened in the public,
                        impartially draw the characters of the several successions of princes and
                        great ministers of state, with my own observations on every point. I would
                        exactly set down the several changes in customs, language, fashions of
                        dress, <pb n="257"/> diet and diversions. By all which acquirements, I
                        should be a living treasury of knowledge and wisdom, and certainly become
                        the oracle of the nation. </p>
                    <p>I would never marry after <ref target="threescore_" corresp="shilling">threescore</ref>
                                <note xml:id="shilling" target="shilling_">sixty
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, but
                        live in an hospitable manner, yet still on the saving side. I would
                        entertain myself in forming and directing the minds of hopeful young men, by
                        convincing them from my own remembrance, experience and observation,
                        fortified by numerous examples, of the usefulness of virtue in public and
                        private life. But my choice and constant companions should be a set of my
                        own immortal brotherhood, among whom I would elect a dozen from the most
                        ancient down to my own contemporaries. Where any of these wanted fortunes, I
                        would provide them with convenient lodges round my own estate, and have some
                        of them always at my table, only mingling a few of the most valuable among
                        you mortals, whom length of time would harden me to lose with little or no
                        reluctance, and treat your posterity after the same manner; just as a man
                        diverts himself with the annual succession of pinks and tulips in his
                        garden, without regretting the loss of those which withered the preceding
                        year. </p>
                    <p>These struldbrugs and I would mutually communicate our observations and
                        memorials through the course of time, remark the several gradations by which
                        corruption steals into the world, and oppose it in every step, by giving
                        perpetual warning and instruction to mankind; which, added to the strong
                        influence of our own example, would <pb n="258"/> probably prevent that
                        continual degeneracy of human nature so justly complained of in all ages. </p>
                    <p>Add to all this the pleasure of seeing the various revolutions of states and
                        empires, the changes in the lower and upper world, ancient cities in ruins,
                        and obscure villages become the seats of kings. Famous rivers lessening into
                        shallow brooks, the ocean leaving one coast dry, and overwhelming another;
                        the discovery of many countries yet unknown. Barbarity over-running the
                        politest nations, and the most barbarous become civilized. I should then see
                        the discovery of the longitude, the perpetual motion, the universal
                        medicine, and many other great inventions brought to the utmost perfection. </p>
                    <p>What wonderful discoveries should we make in astronomy, by outliving and
                        confirming our own predictions, by observing the progress and returns of
                        comets, with the changes of motion in the sun, moon, and stars. </p>
                    <p>I enlarged upon many other topics, which the natural desire of endless life
                        and sublunary happiness could easily furnish me with. When I had ended, and
                        the sum of my discourse had been interpreted as before, to the rest of the
                        company, there was a good deal of talk among them the language of the
                        country, not without some laughter at my expense. At last the same gentleman
                        who had been my interpreter said he was desired by the rest to set me right
                        in a few mistakes, which I had fallen into through the common imbecility of
                        human nature, and upon that allowance was less answerable for them. That
                        this breed of struldbrugs was peculiar <pb n="259"/> to their country, for
                        there were no such people either in Balnibarbi or Japan, where he had the
                        honor to be ambassador from his Majesty, and found the natives in both those
                        kingdoms very hard to believe that the fact was possible; and it appeared
                        from my astonishment when he first mentioned the matter to me, that I
                        received it as a thing wholly new, and scarcely to be credited. That in the
                        two kingdoms above mentioned, where during his residence he had conversed
                        very much, he observed long life to be the universal desire and wish of
                        mankind. That whoever had one foot in the grave was sure to hold back the
                        other as strongly as he could. That the oldest had still hopes of living one
                        day longer, and looked on death as the greatest evil, from which nature
                        always prompted him to retreat; only in this island of Luggnagg the appetite
                        for living was not so eager, from the continual example of the struldbrugs
                        before their eyes. </p>
                    <p>That the system of living contrived by me was unreasonable and unjust,
                        because it supposed a perpetuity of youth, health, and vigor, which no man
                        could be so foolish to hope, however extravagant he may be in his wishes.
                        That the question therefore was not whether a man would choose to be always
                        in the prime of youth, attended with prosperity and health, but how he would
                        pass a perpetual life under all the usual disadvantages which old age brings
                        along with it. For although few men will avow their desires of being
                        immortal upon such hard conditions, yet in the two kingdoms before mentioned
                        of Balnibarbi and Japan, <pb n="260"/> he observed that every man desired to
                        put off death for some time longer, let it approach ever so late; and he
                        rarely heard of any man who died willingly, except he were incited by the
                        extremity of grief or torture. And he appealed to me whether in those
                        countries I had traveled as well as my own, I had not observed the same
                        general disposition. </p>
                    <p>After this preface he gave me a particular account of the struldbrugs among
                        them. He said they commonly acted like mortals, till about thirty years old,
                        after which by degrees they grew melancholy and dejected, increasing in both
                        till they came to <ref target="fourscore_" corresp="fourscore_">fourscore</ref>
                                <note xml:id="fourscore_" target="fourscore_">Eighty
                            years old. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                            Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>. This he learned from their own confession; for
                        otherwise there not being above two or three of that species born in an age,
                        they were too few to form a general observation by. When they came to
                        fourscore years, which is reckoned the extremity of living in this country,
                        they had not only all the follies and infirmities of other old men, but many
                        more which arose from the dreadful prospect of never dying. They were not
                        only opinionative, peevish, covetous, morose, vain, talkative, but uncapable
                        of friendship, and dead to all natural affection, which never descended
                        below their grandchildren. Envy and impotent desires are their prevailing
                        passions. But those objects against which their envy principally directed,
                        are the vices of the younger sort, and the deaths of the old. By reflecting
                        on the former, they find themselves cut off from all possibility of
                        pleasure; and whenever they see a funeral, they lament and repine that
                        others have gone to a harbor of rest, to which they <pb n="261"/> themselves
                        never can hope to arrive. They have no remembrance of anything but what they
                        learned and observed in their youth and middle age, and even that is very
                        imperfect. And for the truth or particulars of any fact, it is safer to
                        depend on common traditions than upon their best recollections. The least
                        miserable among them appear to be those who turn to <ref target="dotage_" corresp="dotage_">dotage</ref>
                                <note xml:id="dotage_" target="dotage_">extreme old age</note>, and entirely lose their memories; these meet
                        with more pity and assistance, because they want many bad qualities which
                        abound in others. </p>
                    <p>If a struldbrug happen to marry one of his own kind, the marriage is
                        dissolved of course by the courtesy of the kingdom, as soon as the younger
                        of the two comes to be fourscore. For the law thinks it a reasonable
                        indulgence, that those who are condemned without any fault of their own to a
                        perpetual continuance in the world, should not have their misery doubled by
                        the load of a wife. </p>
                    <p>As soon as they have completed the term of eighty years, they are looked on
                        as dead in law; their heirs immediately succeed to their estates, only a
                        small <ref target="pittance_" corresp="pittance">pittance</ref>
                                <note xml:id="pittance" target="pittance_">A small amount of money. Source:
                                <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> is reserved
                        for their support, and the poor ones are maintained at the public charge.
                        After that period they are held incapable of any employment of trust or
                        profit, they cannot purchase lands or take leases, neither are they allowed
                        to be witnesses in any cause, either civil or criminal, not even for the
                        decision of <ref target="meers_" corresp="meers">meers and bounds</ref>
                                <note xml:id="meers" target="meers_">Boundaries or property lines. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>. </p>
                    <p>At ninety they lose their teeth and hair, they have at that age no
                        distinction of taste, but eat and <pb n="262"/> drink whatever they can get,
                        without relish or appetite. The diseases they were subject to still continue
                        without increasing or diminishing. In talking they forget the common
                        appellation of things, and the names of persons, even of those who are their
                        nearest friends and relations. For the same reason they never can amuse
                        themselves with reading, because their memory will not serve to carry them
                        from the beginning of a sentence to the end; and by this defect they are
                        deprived of the only entertainment whereof they might otherwise be capable. </p>
                    <p>The language of this country being always upon the flux, the struldbrugs of
                        one age do not understand those of another, neither are they able after two
                        hundred years to hold any conversation (farther than by a few general words)
                        with their neighbors the mortals; and thus they lie under the disadvantage
                        of living like foreigners in their own country. </p>
                    <p>This was the account given me of the struldbrugs, as near as I can remember.
                        I afterwards saw five or six of different ages, the youngest not above two
                        hundred years old, who were brought to me at several times by some of my
                        friends; but although they were told that I was a great traveler, and had
                        seen all the world, they had not the least curiosity to ask me a question;
                        only desired I would give them slumskudask, or a token of remembrance, which
                        is a modest way of begging, to avoid the law that strictly forbids it,
                        because they are provided for <pb n="263"/> by the public, although indeed
                        with a very scanty allowance. </p>
                    <p>They are despised and hated by all sorts of people; when one of them is born,
                        it is reckoned ominous, and their birth is recorded very particularly; so
                        that you may know their age by consulting the registry, which however hath
                        not been kept above a thousand years past, or at least hath been destroyed
                        by time or public disturbances. But the usual way of computing how old they
                        are, is by asking them what kings or great persons they can remember, and
                        then consulting history, for infallibly the last prince in their mind did
                        not begin his reign after they were fourscore years old. </p>
                    <p>They were the most mortifying sight I ever beheld, and the women more
                        horrible than the men. Besides the usual deformities in extreme old age,
                        they acquired an additional ghastliness in proportion to their number of
                        years, which is not to be described; and among half a dozen, I soon
                        distinguished which was the eldest, although there were not above a century
                        or two between them. </p>
                    <p>The reader will easily believe, that from what I had heard and seen, my keen
                        appetite for perpetuity of life was much abated. I grew heartily ashamed of
                        the pleasing visions I had formed, and thought no tyrant could invent a
                        death into which I would not run with pleasure from such a life. The king
                        heard of all that had passed between me and my friends upon this occasion,
                        and rallied me very pleasantly, wishing I would send a couple of struldbrugs
                        to my own country, to arm our people against the <pb n="264"/> fear of
                        death; but this it seems is forbidden by the fundamental laws of the
                        kingdom, or else I should have been well content with the trouble and
                        expense of transporting them. </p>
                    <p>I could not but agree that the laws of this kingdom relating to the
                        struldbrugs, were founded upon the strongest reasons, and such as any other
                        country would be under the necessity of enacting in the like circumstances.
                        Otherwise, as avarice is the necessary consequent of old age, those
                        immortals would in time become proprietors of the whole nation, and engross
                        the civil power, which, for want of abilities to manage, must end in the
                        ruin of the public. </p>
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                    <head>CHAPTER XI</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italic">The Author leaves</hi> Luggnagg <hi rend="italic">and
                            sails to</hi> Japan. <hi rend="italic">From thence he returns in a</hi>
                        Dutch <hi rend="italic">ship to</hi> Amsterdam, <hi rend="italic">and
                            from</hi> Amsterdam <hi rend="italic">to</hi> England.</head>
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                                <ref target="Audio27_" corresp="Audio27">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio27" target="Audio27_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_27_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
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                    <p>I thought this account of the Struldbrugs might be some entertainment to the
                        reader, because it seems to be a little out of the common way, at least I do
                        not remember to have met the like in any book of travels that has come to my
                        hands; and if I am deceived, my excuse must be, that it is necessary for
                        travelers, who describe the same country, very often to agree in dwelling on
                        the same particulars, without deserving the censure of having borrowed or
                        transcribed from those who wrote before them. </p>
                    <p>There is indeed a perpetual commerce between this kingdom and the great
                        empire of Japan, and <pb n="265"/> it is very probable that the Japanese
                        authors may have given some account of the struldbrugs; but my stay in Japan
                        was so short, and I was so entirely a stranger to that language, that I was
                        not qualified to make any inquiries. But I hope the Dutch upon this notice
                        will be curious and able enough to supply my defects. </p>
                    <p>His Majesty having often pressed me to accept some employment in his court,
                        and finding me absolutely determined to return to my native country, was
                        pleased to give me his license to depart, and honored me with a letter of
                        recommendation under his own hand to the Emperor of Japan. He likewise
                        presented me with four hundred and forty-four large pieces of gold (this
                        nation delighting in even numbers), and a red diamond which I sold in
                        England for eleven hundred pounds. </p>
                    <p>On the 6th day of May, 1709 I took a solemn leave of his Majesty and all my
                        friends. This prince was so gracious as to order a guard to conduct me to
                        Glanguenstald, which is a royal port to the southwest part of the island. In
                        six days I found a vessel ready to carry me to Japan, and spent fifteen days
                        in the voyage. We landed at a small port town called Xamoschi, situated on
                        the southeast part of Japan; the town lies on the western point, where there
                        is a narrow strait, leading northward into a long arm of the sea, upon the
                        northwest part of which, Yedo the metropolis stands. At landing, I showed
                        the custom house officers my letter from the King of Luggnagg to his
                        Imperial Majesty. They knew the seal perfectly well; it was as broad as the
                            <pb n="266"/> palm of my hand. The impression was, a King lifting up a
                        lame beggar from the earth. The magistrates of the town hearing of my
                        letter, received me as a public minister. They provided me with carriages
                        and servants, and bore my charges to Yedo, where I was admitted to an
                        audience, and delivered my letter, which was opened with great ceremony, and
                        explained to the Emperor by an interpreter, who then gave me notice by his
                        Majesty's order, that I should signify my request, and, whatever it were, it
                        should be granted for the sake of his royal brother of Luggnagg. This
                        interpreter was a person employed to transact affairs with the Hollanders;
                        he soon conjectured by my countenance that I was a European, and therefore
                        repeated his Majesty's commands in Low Dutch, which he spoke perfectly well.
                        I answered (as I had before determined) that I was a Dutch merchant,
                        shipwrecked in a very remote country, from whence I traveled by sea and land
                        to Luggnagg, and then took shipping for Japan, where I knew my countrymen
                        often traded, and with some of these I hoped to get an opportunity of
                        returning into Europe: I therefore most humbly entreated his royal favor, to
                        give order that I should be conducted in safety to Nangasac. To this I added
                        another petition, that for the sake of my patron the King of Luggnagg, his
                        Majesty would condescend to excuse my performing the ceremony imposed on my
                        countrymen, of trampling upon the crucifix, because I had been thrown into
                        his kingdom by my misfortunes, without any intention of trading. When this
                        latter <pb n="267"/> petition was interpreted to the Emperor, he seemed a
                        little surprised, and said he believed I was the first of my countrymen who
                        ever made any scruple in this point, and that he began to doubt whether I
                        was a real Hollander or not, but rather suspected I must be a Christian.
                        However, for the reasons I had offered, but chiefly to gratify the King of
                        Luggnagg by an uncommon mark of his favor, he would comply with the
                        singularity of my humor; but the affair must be managed with dexterity, and
                        his officers should be commanded to let me pass as it were by forgetfulness.
                        For he assured me, that if the secret should be discovered by my countrymen
                        the Dutch, they would cut my throat in the voyage. I returned my thanks by
                        the interpreter for so unusual a favor, and some troops being at that time
                        on their march to Nangasac, the commanding officer had orders to convey me
                        safe thither, with particular instructions about the business of the
                        crucifix. </p>
                    <p>On the 9th day of June, 1709, I arrived at Nangasac, after a very long and
                        troublesome journey. I soon fell into the company of some Dutch sailors
                        belonging to the <ref target="Amboyna_" corresp="Amboyna">Amboyna</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Amboyna" target="Amboyna_">Ambon, Indonesia. Source:
                            Wikipedia</note>, of Amsterdam, a stout ship of 450 tons. I had lived
                        long in Holland, pursuing my studies at Leyden, and I spoke Dutch well. The
                        seamen soon knew from whence I came last: they were curious to inquire into
                        my voyages and course of life. I made up a story as short and probable as I
                        could, but concealed the greatest part. I knew many persons in Holland; I
                        was able to invent names for my parents, whom I pretended to be obscure
                        people in the province of <pb n="268"/>
                        <ref target="Gelderland_" corresp="Gelderland">Gelderland</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Gelderland" target="Gelderland_">A province of the Netherlands.
                            Source: Wikipedia</note>. I would have given the captain (one Theodorus
                        Vangrult) what he pleased to ask for my voyage to Holland; but understanding
                        I was a surgeon, he was contented to take half the usual rate, on condition
                        that I would serve him in the way of my calling. Before we took shipping, I
                        was often asked by some of the crew whether I had performed the ceremony
                        above mentioned. I evaded the question by general answers, that I had
                        satisfied the Emperor and court in all particulars. However, a malicious
                        rogue of a skipper went to an officer, and pointing to me, told him I had
                        not yet trampled on the crucifix: but the other, who had received
                        instructions to let me pass, gave the rascal twenty strokes on the shoulders
                        with a bamboo, after which I was no more troubled with such questions. </p>
                    <p>Nothing happened worth mentioning in this voyage. We sailed with a fair wind
                        to the Cape of Good Hope, where we stayed only to take in fresh water. On
                        the 10th of April we arrived safe at Amsterdam, having lost only three men
                        by sickness in the voyage, and a fourth who fell from the foremast into the
                        sea, not far from the coast of Guinea. From Amsterdam I soon after set sail
                        for England in a small vessel belonging to that city. </p>
                    <p>On the 16th of April, 1710, we put in at the Downs. I landed the next
                        morning, and saw once more my native country after an absence of five years
                        and six months complete. I went straight to Redriff, where I arrived the
                        same day at two in the afternoon, and found my wife and family in good
                        health. <pb n="269"/>
                    </p>
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                <head>PART IV <lb/>A VOYAGE TO THE COUNTRY OF THE HOUYHNHNMS</head>
                <lb/>

                <lb/>
                <div type="chapter" n="1">
                    <head>CHAPTER I</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italic">The Author sets out as Captain of a ship. His men
                            conspire against him, confine him a long time to his cabbin, set him on
                            shore in an unknown land. He travels up into the country.</hi> The <ref target="Yahoos_" corresp="Yahoos">Yahoos</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Yahoos" target="Yahoos_">Swift invented this word, which has gone on to have a
                            wide range of uses, from designating an uncultured rube to an internet
                            portal.</note>, <hi rend="italics">a strange sort of animal, described.
                            The Author meets two</hi> Houyhnhnms.</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <ref target="Audio28_" corresp="Audio28">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio28" target="Audio28_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_28_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
                            </head>
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                    <p>I continued at home with my wife and children about five months in a very
                        happy condition, if I could have learned the lesson of knowing when I was
                        well. I left my poor wife big with child, and accepted an advantageous offer
                        made me to be Captain of the Adventure, a stout <ref target="merchantman_" corresp="merchantman">merchantman</ref>
                                <note xml:id="merchantman" target="merchantman_">A ship that deals in merchandise or trading.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                        </note> of 350 tons: for I understood navigation well, and being grown weary
                        of a surgeon's employment at sea, which however I could exercise upon
                        occasion, I took a skillful young man of that calling, one Robert Purefoy,
                        into my ship. We set sail from Portsmouth upon the seventh day of August,
                        1710; on the fourteenth we met with Captain Pocock of Bristol, at <ref target="Teneriffe_" corresp="Teneriffe">Teneriffe</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Teneriffe" target="Teneriffe_">Now generally spelled Tenerife,
                            this is the largest of the Canary Islands, off the coast of north
                            Africa; then and now, an island that is ruled by Spain. It was a very
                            important port in the trans-Atlantic trade of the early eighteenth
                            century, a logical place for Gulliver to have stopped on his way to the
                            Americas.</note>, who was going to the <ref target="Campechy_" corresp="Campechy">bay of Campechy</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Campechy" target="Campechy_">Now generally spelled Campeche, this is an enormous
                            bay on the east coast of Mexico, which would at this time have been part
                            of the Spanish empire in the Americas. </note>, to cut logwood. On the
                        sixteenth he was parted from <pb n="270"/> us by a storm; I heard since my
                        return that his ship <ref target="foundered_" corresp="foundered">foundered</ref>
                                <note xml:id="foundered" target="foundered_">Filled with
                            water and sank. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                            Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, and none escaped but one cabin boy. He was an
                        honest man, and a good sailor, but a little too positive in his own
                        opinions, which was the cause of his destruction, as it has been of several
                        others. For if he had followed my advice, he might have been safe at home
                        with his family at this time, as well as myself. </p>
                    <p>I had several men die in my ship of <ref target="calentures_" corresp="calentures">calentures</ref>
                                <note xml:id="calentures" target="calentures_">A general term for a variety of tropical diseases
                            (such as yellow fever and malaria), characterized by a high fever and
                            often delirium. Sailors in the grip of such a fever were often said to
                            have hallucinated that the ocean was a grassy plain, and to have jumped
                            overboard to reach it. Swift is perhaps having a joke at Gulliver's
                            expense; though he is trained both in internal medicine and surgery,
                            many of the men on his ships tend to get sick.</note>, so that I was
                        forced to get recruits out of Barbadoes, and the Leeward Islands, where I
                        touched by the direction of the merchants who employed me, which I had soon
                        too much cause to repent: for I found afterwards that most of them had been
                            <ref target="buccaneers_" corresp="buccaneers">buccaneers</ref>
                                <note xml:id="buccaneers" target="buccaneers_">A type of pirates. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>. I had fifty
                        hands on board, and my orders were that I should trade with the Indians in
                        the <ref target="South_Sea_" corresp="South_Sea">South Sea</ref>
                                <note xml:id="South_Sea" target="South_Sea_">The south Atlantic Ocean. Source:
                                <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, and make
                        what discoveries I could. These rogues whom I had picked up <ref target="debauched_" corresp="debauched">debauched</ref>
                                <note xml:id="debauched" target="debauched_">To corrupt one's morality or to
                            seduce away from virtue. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> my other men, and they all formed a
                        conspiracy to seize the ship and secure me; which they did one morning,
                        rushing into my cabin, and binding me hand and foot, threatening to throw me
                        overboard, if I offered to stir. I told them I was their prisoner and would
                        submit. This they made me swear to do, and then they unbound me, only
                        fastening one of my legs with a chain near my bed, and placed a sentry at my
                        door with his <ref target="piece_" corresp="piece">piece</ref>
                                <note xml:id="piece" target="piece_">Gun. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> charged, who was commanded to shoot
                        me dead, if I attempted my liberty. They sent me down victuals and drink,
                        and took the government of the ship to themselves. <pb n="271"/> Their
                        design was to turn pirates, and plunder the Spaniards, which they could not
                        do, till they got more men. But first they resolved to sell the goods in the
                        ship, and then go to Madagascar for recruits, several among them having died
                        since my confinement. They sailed many weeks, and traded with the Indians,
                        but I knew not what course they took, being kept a close prisoner in my
                        cabin, and expecting nothing less than to be murdered, as they often
                        threatened me. </p>
                    <p>Upon the ninth day of May, 1711, one James Welch came down to my cabin; and
                        said he had orders from the Captain to set me ashore. I <ref target="expostulated_" corresp="expostulated">expostulated</ref>
                                <note xml:id="expostulated" target="expostulated_">Ask, demand, or plead.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> but in
                        vain; neither would he so much as tell me who their new Captain was. They
                        forced me into the longboat, letting me put on my best suit of clothes,
                        which were as good as new, and a small bundle of linen, but no arms except
                        my hanger; and they were so civil as not to search my pockets, into which I
                        conveyed what money I had, with some other little necessaries. They rowed
                        about a league, and then set me down on a strand. I desired them to tell me
                        what country it was. They all swore they knew no more than myself, but said
                        that the Captain (as they called him) was resolved, after they had sold the
                            <ref target="lading_" corresp="lading">lading</ref>
                                <note xml:id="lading" target="lading_">Cargo. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, to get rid of me in the first place where
                        they could discover land. They pushed off immediately, advising me to make
                        haste, for fear of being overtaken by the tide, and so bade me farewell. </p>
                    <p>In this desolate condition I advanced forward, and soon got upon ground,
                        where I sat down on a <pb n="272"/> bank to rest myself, and consider what I
                        had best do. When I was a little refreshed I went up into the country,
                        resolving to deliver myself to the first savages I should meet, and purchase
                        my life from them by some bracelets, glass rings, and other <ref target="toys_" corresp="toys">toys</ref>
                                <note xml:id="toys" target="toys_">Some of these sailor's "toys" may have included a hanger,
                            an astrolabe or quadrant, some hardtack, rope or pack-thread, a compass,
                            a scarf or cravat to keep off the sun, and some gold coins.</note> which
                        sailors usually provide themselves with in those voyages, and whereof I had
                        some about me. The land was divided by long rows of trees, not regularly
                        planted, but naturally growing; there was plenty of grass, and several
                        fields of oats. I walked very circumspectly for fear of being surprised, or
                        suddenly shot with an arrow from behind or on either side. I fell into a
                        beaten road, where I saw many tracks of human feet, and some of cows, but
                        most of horses. At last I beheld several animals in a field, and one or two
                        of the same kind sitting in trees. Their shape was very singular and
                        deformed, which a little discomposed me, so that I lay down behind a <note xml:id="thicket_" corresp="thicket">thicket</note>
                                <note xml:id="thicket" target="thicket_">Shrubs or bushes. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> to observe them better. Some of them
                        coming forward near the place where I lay, gave me an opportunity of
                        distinctly marking their form. Their heads and breasts were covered with a
                        thick hair, some frizzled and others lank; they had beards like goats, and a
                        long ridge of hair down their backs and the foreparts of their legs and
                        feet, but the rest of their bodies were bare, so that I might see their
                        skins, which were of a brown buff color. They had no tails, nor any hair at
                        all on their buttocks, except about the anus; which, I presume, nature had
                        placed there to defend them as they sat on the ground; for this posture they
                        used, as well as lying down and <pb n="273"/> often stood on their hind
                        feet. They climbed high trees, as nimbly as a squirrel, for they had strong
                        extended claws before and behind, terminating in sharp points, and hooked.
                        They would often spring and bound and leap with prodigious agility. The
                        females were not so large as the males; they had long lank hair on their
                        heads, but none on their faces, nor anything more than a sort of down on the
                        rest of their bodies, except about the <hi rend="italic">anus</hi>, and <ref target="pudenda_" corresp="pudenda">
                                    <hi rend="italic">pudenda</hi>
                                </ref>
                                <note xml:id="pudenda" target="pudenda_">Genitals.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>. Their
                            <ref target="dugs_" corresp="dugs">dugs</ref>
                                <note xml:id="dugs" target="dugs_">Breasts. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> hung between their forefeet, and often
                        reached almost to the ground as they walked. The hair of both sexes was of
                        several colors, brown, red, black, and yellow. Upon the whole, I never
                        beheld in all my travels so disagreeable an animal, nor one against which I
                        naturally conceived so strong an <ref target="antipathy_" corresp="antipathy">antipathy</ref>
                                <note xml:id="antipathy" target="antipathy_">Hostility or anger. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>. So that thinking I had seen enough,
                        full of contempt and aversion, I got up and pursued the beaten road, hoping
                        it might direct me to the cabin of some Indian. I had not got far when I met
                        one of these creatures full in my way, and coming up directly to me. The
                        ugly monster, when he saw me, distorted several ways every feature of his
                            <ref target="visage_" corresp="visage">visage</ref>
                                <note xml:id="visage" target="visage_">Face. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, and stared as at an object he had never seen
                        before; then approaching nearer, lifted up his forepaw, whether out of
                        curiosity or mischief, I could not tell. But I drew my hanger, and gave him
                        a good blow with the flat side of it, for I dare not strike him with the
                        edge, fearing the inhabitants might be provoked against me, if they should
                        come to know that I had killed or maimed any of their cattle. When the beast
                        felt the smart, he drew back, <pb n="274"/> and roared so loud that a herd
                        of at least forty came flocking about me from the next field, howling and
                        making odious faces; but I ran to the body of a tree, and leaning my back
                        against it, kept them off by waving my hanger. Several of this cursed brood
                        getting hold of the branches behind, leaped up into the tree, from where
                        they began to discharge their excrements on my head; however, I escaped
                        pretty well, by sticking close to the stem of the tree, but was almost
                        stifled with the filth, which fell about me on every side. </p>
                    <p>In the midst of this distress, I observed them all to run away of a sudden as
                        fast as they could, at which I ventured to leave the tree, and pursue the
                        road, wondering what it was that could put them into this fright. But
                        looking on my left hand, I saw a horse walking softly in the field; which my
                        persecutors having sooner discovered, was the cause of their flight. The
                        horse started a little when he came near me, but soon recovering himself,
                        looked full in my face with manifest tokens of wonder; he viewed my hands
                        and feet, walking round me several times. I would have pursued my journey,
                        but he placed himself directly in the way, yet looking with a very mild
                        aspect, never offering the least violence. We stood gazing at each other for
                        some time; at last I took the boldness to reach my hand towards his neck,
                        with a design to stroke it, using the common style and whistle of jockeys
                        when they are going to handle a strange horse. But this animal seeming to
                        receive my civilities with disdain, shook his head, and bent his brows,
                        softly raising up his <pb n="275"/> right forefoot to remove my hand. Then
                        he neighed three or four times, but in so different a cadence, that I almost
                        began to think he was speaking to himself in some language of his own. </p>
                    <p>While he and I were thus employed, another horse came up; who applying
                        himself to the first in a very formal manner, they gently struck each
                        other's right hoof before, neighing several times by turns, and varying the
                        sound, which seemed to be almost articulate. They went some paces off, as if
                        it were to confer together, walking side by side, backward and forward, like
                        persons deliberating upon some affair of weight, but often turning their
                        eyes towards me, as it were to watch that I might not escape. I was amazed
                        to see such actions and behavior in brute beasts, and concluded with myself,
                        that if the inhabitants of this country were endued with a proportionable
                        degree of reason, they must needs be the wisest people upon earth. This
                        thought gave me so much comfort, that I resolved to go forward until I could
                        discover some house or village, or meet with any of the natives, leaving the
                        two horses to discourse together as they pleased. But the first, who was a
                        dapple gray, observing me to steal off, neighed after me in so expressive a
                        tone, that I fancied myself to understand what he meant; whereupon I turned
                        back, and came near him, to expect his farther commands, but concealing my
                        fear as much as I could, for I began to be in some pain, how this adventure
                        might terminate; and the reader will easily believe I did not much like my
                        present situation. <pb n="276"/>
                    </p>
                    <p>The two horses came up close to me, looking with great earnestness upon my
                        face and hands. The gray steed rubbed my hat all round with his right
                        forehoof, and discomposed it so much that I was forced to adjust it better,
                        by taking it off, and settling it again; whereat both he and his companion
                        (who was a brown bay) appeared to be much surprised; the latter felt the
                        lappet of my coat, and finding it to hang loose about me, they both looked
                        with new signs of wonder. He stroked my right hand, seeming to admire the
                        softness and color; but he squeezed it so hard between his hoof and his <ref target="pastern_" corresp="pastern">pastern</ref>
                                <note xml:id="pastern" target="pastern_">Part of a horse's leg, essentially the ankle. </note>,
                        that I was forced to roar; after which they both touched me with all
                        possible tenderness. They were under great perplexity about my shoes and
                        stockings, which they felt very often, neighing to each other, and using
                        various gestures, not unlike those of a philosopher, when he would attempt
                        to solve some new and difficult phenomenon. </p>
                    <p>Upon the whole, the behavior of these animals was so orderly and rational, so
                        acute and judicious, that I at last concluded they must needs be magicians,
                        who had thus metamorphosed themselves upon some design, and seeing a
                        stranger the way, were resolved to divert themselves with him; or perhaps
                        were really amazed at the sight of a man so very different in habit,
                        feature, and complexion from those who might probably live so remote a
                        climate. Upon the strength of this reasoning, I ventured to address them in
                        the following manner: Gentlemen, if you be conjurers, as I have good cause
                        to believe, you can understand any language; <pb n="277"/> therefore I make
                        bold to let your worships know that I am a poor distressed Englishman,
                        driven by his misfortunes upon your coast, and I entreat one of you, to let
                        me ride upon his back, as if he were a real horse, to some house or village
                        where I can be relieved. In return of which favor I will make you a present
                        of this knife and bracelet (taking them out of my pocket). The two creatures
                        stood silent while I spoke, seeming to listen with great attention; and when
                        I had ended, they neighed frequently towards each other, as if they were
                        engaged in serious conversation. I plainly observed, that their language
                        expressed the passions very well, and the words might with little pains be
                        resolved into an alphabet more easily than the Chinese. </p>
                    <p>I could frequently distinguish the word Yahoo, which was repeated by each of
                        them several times; and although it was impossible for me to conjecture what
                        it meant, yet while the two horses were busy in conversation, I endeavored
                        to practice this word upon my tongue; and as soon as they were silent, I
                        boldly pronounced Yahoo in a loud voice, imitating, at the same time, as
                        near as I could, the neighing of a horse; at which they were both visibly
                        surprised, and the gray repeated the same word twice, as if he meant to
                        teach me the right accent, wherein I spoke after him as well as I could, and
                        found myself perceivably to improve every time, though very far from any
                        degree of perfection. Then the bay tried me with a second word, much harder
                        to be pronounced; but reducing it to the English <ref target="orthography_" corresp="orthography">orthography</ref>
                                <note xml:id="orthography" target="orthography_">Spelling. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, may be spelt thus, <ref target="Houyhnhnm_" corresp="Houyhnhnm">Houyhnhnm</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Houyhnhnm" target="Houyhnhnm_">Swift is probably imagining a pronunciation like
                            "hu-wee-nim," to imitate the whinnying of a horse.</note>. <pb n="278"/>
                        I did not succeed in this so well as the former, but after two or three
                        farther trials, I had better fortune; and they both appeared amazed at my
                        capacity. </p>
                    <p>After some further discourse, which I then conjectured might relate to me,
                        the two friends took their leave, with the same compliment of striking each
                        other's hoof; and the gray made me signs that I should walk before him,
                        wherein I thought it prudent to comply, till I could find a better director.
                        When I offered to slacken my pace, he would cry <hi rend="italic">Hhuun,
                            Hhuun</hi>; I guessed his meaning, and gave him to understand as well as
                        I could, that I was weary, and not able to walk faster; upon which he would
                        stand a while to let me rest. </p>
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                <lb/>
                <div type="chapter" n="2">
                    <head>CHAPTER II</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italic">The Author conducted by a </hi>Houyhnhnm <hi rend="italic">to his house. The house described. The Author's reception.
                            The food of the</hi> Houyhnhnms. <hi rend="italic">The Author in
                            distress for want of meat, is at last relieved. His manner of feeding in
                            this country.</hi>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <ref target="Audio29_" corresp="Audio29">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio29" target="Audio29_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_29_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <p>Having traveled about three miles, we came to a long kind of building, made
                        of timber stuck in the ground, and <ref target="wattled_" corresp="wattled">wattled</ref>
                                <note xml:id="wattled" target="wattled_">Constructed with
                            interlaced rods, posts, or twigs. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> across; the roof was low, and covered
                        with straw. I now began to be a little comforted, and took out some toys,
                        which travelers usually carry for presents to the savage Indians of America
                        and other parts, in hopes the people of the house would be thereby
                        encouraged <pb n="279"/> to receive me kindly. The horse made me a sign to
                        go in first; it was a large room with a smooth clay floor, and a <ref target="rack_" corresp="rack">rack and manger</ref>
                                <note xml:id="rack" target="rack_">A rack and manger is where a horse stores and eats food.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>
                        extending the whole length on one side. There were three <ref target="nags_" corresp="nags">nags</ref>
                                <note xml:id="nags" target="nags_">A nag is
                            most typically an older female horse; sometimes used to refer to a small
                            horse. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>,
                        and two <ref target="mares_" corresp="mares">mares</ref>
                                <note xml:id="mares" target="mares_">Adult female horses, of breeding age. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, not eating, but
                        some of them sitting down upon their <ref target="hams_" corresp="hams">hams</ref>
                                <note xml:id="hams" target="hams_">The thigh or crook of the
                            knee. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>,
                        which I very much wondered at; but wondered more to see the rest employed in
                        domestic business. These seemed but ordinary cattle; however, this confirmed
                        my first opinion, that a people who could so far civilize brute animals,
                        must needs excel in wisdom all the nations of the world. The gray came in
                        just after, and thereby prevented any ill treatment which the others might
                        have given me. He neighed to them several times in a style of authority, and
                        received answers. </p>
                    <p>Beyond this room there were three others, reaching the length of the house,
                        to which you passed through three doors, opposite to each other, in the
                        manner of a vista; we went through the second room towards the third; here
                        the gray walked in first, beckoning me to attend: I waited in the second
                        room, and got ready my presents for the master and mistress of the house:
                        they were two knives, three bracelets of pearl, a small looking glass, and a
                        bead necklace. The horse neighed three or four times, and I waited to hear
                        some answers in a human voice, but I heard no other returns than in the same
                        dialect, only one or two a little shriller than his. I began to think that
                        this house must belong to some person of great note among them, because
                        there appeared so much ceremony before I <pb n="280"/> could gain
                        admittance. But, that a man of quality should be served all by horses, was
                        beyond my comprehension. I feared my brain was disturbed by my sufferings
                        and misfortunes: I roused myself, and looked about me in the room where I
                        was left alone; this was furnished like the first, only after a more elegant
                        manner. I rubbed my eyes often, but the same objects still occurred. I
                        pinched my arms and sides to awake myself, hoping I might be in a dream.
                        then absolutely concluded, that all these appearances could be nothing else
                        but necromancy and magic. But I had no time to pursue these reflections; for
                        the gray horse came to the door, and made me a sign to follow him into the
                        third room, where I saw a very comely mare, together with a <ref target="colt_" corresp="colt">colt</ref>
                                <note xml:id="colt" target="colt_">A young male horse. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> and <ref target="foal_" corresp="foal">foal</ref>
                                <note xml:id="foal" target="foal_">A young
                            female horse. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                            Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, sitting on their <ref target="haunches_" corresp="haunches">haunches</ref>
                                <note xml:id="haunches" target="haunches_">The haunches of a horse refers to its buttocks and
                            backs of the legs. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, upon mats of straw, not unartfully made, and
                        perfectly neat and clean. </p>
                    <p>The mare soon after my entrance, rose from her mat, and coming up close,
                        after having nicely observed my hands and face, gave me a most contemptuous
                        look; then turning to the horse, I heard the word Yahoo often repeated
                        betwixt them; the meaning of which word I could not then comprehend,
                        although it were the first I had learned to pronounce; but I was soon better
                        informed, to my everlasting mortification: for the horse beckoning to me
                        with his head, and repeating the word Hhuun, Hhuun, as he did upon the road,
                        which I understood was to attend him, led me out into a kind of court, where
                        was another building at some distance from the house. Here we entered, and I
                        saw <pb n="281"/> three of these detestable creatures, whom I first met
                        after my landing, feeding upon roots, and the flesh of some animals, which I
                        afterwards found to be that of asses and dogs, and now and then a cow dead
                        by accident or disease. They were all tied by the neck with strong <ref target="withes_" corresp="withes">withes</ref>
                                <note xml:id="withes" target="withes_">Strong ties or shackles. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, fastened to a beam; they
                        held their food between the claws of their forefeet, and tore it with their
                        teeth. </p>
                    <p>The master horse ordered a <ref target="sorrel_" corresp="sorrel">sorrel</ref>
                                <note xml:id="sorrel" target="sorrel_">Chestnut or reddish
                            brown. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>
                        nag, one of his servants, to untie the largest of these animals, and take
                        him into the yard. The beast and I were brought close together, and our
                        countenances diligently compared, both by master and servant, who thereupon
                        repeated several times the word Yahoo. My horror and astonishment are not to
                        be described, when I observed in this abominable animal a perfect human
                        figure: the face of it indeed was flat and broad, the nose depressed, the
                        lips large, and the mouth wide. But these differences are common to all
                        savage nations, where the lineaments of the countenance are distorted by the
                        natives suffering their infants to lie groveling on the earth, or by
                        carrying them on their backs, nuzzling with their face against the mother's
                        shoulders. The fore feet of the Yahoo differed from my hands in nothing else
                        but the length of the nails, the coarseness and brownness of the palms, and
                        the hairiness on the backs. There was the same resemblance between our feet,
                        with the same differences, which I knew very well, though the horses did
                        not, because of my shoes and stockings; the same in every part of our
                        bodies, except <pb n="282"/> as to hairiness and color, which I have already
                        described. </p>
                    <p>The great difficulty that seemed to stick with the two horses, was to see the
                        rest of my body so very different from that of a Yahoo, for which I was
                        obliged to my clothes whereof they had no conception. The sorrel nag offered
                        me a root, which he held (after their manner, as we shall describe in its
                        proper place) between his hoof and pastern; I took it in my hand, and having
                        smelt it, returned it to him again as civilly as I could. He brought out of
                        the Yahoo's kennel a piece of ass's flesh, but it smelt so offensively that
                        I turned from it with loathing: he then threw it to the Yahoo, by whom it
                        was greedily devoured. He afterwards showed me a wisp of hay, and a <ref target="fetlock_" corresp="fetlock">fetlock</ref>
                                <note xml:id="fetlock" target="fetlock_">The fetlock is the part of the horse's leg right above
                            the pastern. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                            Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> full of oats; but I shook my head, to signify
                        that neither of these were food for me. And indeed, I now apprehended that I
                        must absolutely starve, if I did not get to some of my own species; for as
                        to those filthy Yahoos, although there were few greater lovers of mankind,
                        at that time, than myself, yet I confess I never saw any sensitive being so
                        detestable on all accounts; and the more I came near them, the more hateful
                        they grew, while I stayed in that country. This the master horse observed by
                        my behavior, and therefore sent the Yahoo back to his kennel. He then put
                        his fore hoof to his mouth, at which I was much surprised, although he did
                        it with ease, and with a motion that appeared perfectly natural, and made
                        other signs to know what I would eat; but <pb n="283"/> I could not return
                        him such an answer as he was able to apprehend; and if he had understood me,
                        I did not see how it was possible to contrive any way for finding myself
                        nourishment. While we were thus engaged, I observed a cow passing by,
                        whereupon I pointed to her, and expressed a desire to let me go and milk
                        her. This had its effect; for he led me back into the house, and ordered a
                        mareservant to open a room, where a good store of milk lay in earthen and
                        wooden vessels, after a very orderly and cleanly manner. She gave me a large
                        bowl full, of which I drank very heartily, and found myself well refreshed. </p>
                    <p>About noon I saw coming towards the house a kind of vehicle, drawn like a
                        sledge by four Yahoos. There was in it an old <ref target="steed_" corresp="steed">steed</ref>
                                <note xml:id="steed" target="steed_">A
                            stallion or adult strong male horse. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, who seemed to be of quality; he
                        alighted with his hind feet forward, having by accident got a hurt in his
                        left fore foot. He came to dine with our horse, who received him with great
                        civility. They dined in the best room, and had oats boiled in milk for the
                        second course, which the old horse ate warm, but the rest cold. Their
                        mangers were placed circular in the middle of the room, and divided into
                        several partitions, round which they sat on their haunches upon bosses of
                        straw. In the middle was a large rack with angles answering to every
                        partition of the manger; so that each horse and mare ate their own hay, and
                        their own mash of oats and milk, with much decency and regularity. The
                        behavior of the young colt and foal appeared very modest, and that of the
                        master and mistress extremely cheerful and <pb n="284"/> complaisant to
                        their guest. The gray ordered me to stand by him, and much discourse passed
                        between him and his friend concerning me, as I found by the stranger's often
                        looking on me, and the frequent repetition of the word Yahoo. </p>
                    <p>I happened to wear my gloves, which the master gray observing, seemed
                        perplexed, discovering signs of wonder what I had done to my fore feet; he
                        put his hoof three or four times to them, as if he would signify that I
                        should reduce them to their former shape, which I presently did, pulling off
                        both my gloves, and putting them into my pocket. This occasioned farther
                        talk, and I saw the company was pleased with my behavior, whereof I soon
                        found the good effects. I was ordered to speak the few words I understood,
                        and while they were at dinner the master taught the names for oats, milk,
                        fire, water, and some others; which I could readily pronounce after him,
                        having from my youth a great facility in learning languages. </p>
                    <p>When dinner was done the master horse took me aside, and by signs and words
                        made me understand the concern that he was in, that I had nothing to eat.
                        Oats in their tongue are called <hi rend="italic">hlunnh</hi>. This word I
                        pronounced two or three times; for although I had refused them at first, yet
                        upon second thoughts I considered that I could contrive to make of them a
                        kind of bread, which might be sufficient with milk to keep me alive, till I
                        could make my escape to some other country and to creatures of my own
                        species. The horse immediately ordered a white mare-servant of his family to
                        bring me a good <pb n="285"/> quantity of oats in a sort of wooden tray.
                        These I heated before the fire as well as I could, and rubbed them till the
                        husks came off, which I made a shift to <ref target="winnow_" corresp="winnow">winnow</ref>
                                <note xml:id="winnow" target="winnow_">To
                            sift the extra particles from grains. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> from the grain; I ground and beat
                        them between two stones, then took water, and made them into a paste or
                        cake, which I toasted at the fire, and ate warm with milk. It was at first a
                        very <ref target="insipid_" corresp="insipid">insipid</ref>
                                <note xml:id="insipid" target="insipid_">Tasteless. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> diet, though common enough in
                        many parts of Europe, but grew tolerable by time; and having been often
                        reduced to hard fare in my life, this was not the first experiment I had
                        made how easily nature is satisfied. And I cannot but observe, that I never
                        had one hour's sickness while I stayed in this island. 'Tis true, I
                        sometimes made a shift to catch a rabbit or bird by springes made of Yahoos'
                        hairs, and I often gathered wholesome herbs, which I boiled, or ate as
                        salads with my bread, and now and then, for a rarity, I made a little
                        butter, and drank the whey. I was at first at a great loss for salt; but
                        custom soon reconciled the want of it; and I am confident that the frequent
                        use of salt among us is an effect of luxury, and was first introduced only
                        as a provocative to drink; except where it is necessary for preserving of
                        flesh in long voyages, or in places remote from great markets. <ref target="fond_" corresp="fond">For we observe no animal to be fond of it
                            but man</ref>
                                <note xml:id="fond" target="fond_">This is not true. Salt
                            licks are a common meeting grounds for many animals like cattle, deer,
                            moose, elephants, and many others. In fact, hunters will occasionally
                            lay out salt blocks to attract deer or other game.</note>: and as to
                        myself, when I left this country, it was a great while before I could endure
                        the taste of it in anything that I ate. </p>
                    <p>This is enough to say upon the subject of my diet, wherewith other travelers
                        fill their books, as if the readers were personally concerned whether <pb n="286"/> we fared well or ill. However, it necessary to mention this
                        matter, lest the world should think it impossible that I could find
                        sustenance for three years in such a country, and among such inhabitants. </p>
                    <p>When it grew towards evening, the master horse ordered a place for me to
                        lodge in; it was but six yards from the house, and separated from the stable
                        of the Yahoos. Here I got some straw, and covering myself with my own
                        clothes, slept very sound. But I was in a short time better accommodated, as
                        the reader shall know hereafter, when I come to treat more particularly
                        about my way of living. </p>
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                <lb/>
                <div type="chapter" n="3">
                    <head>CHAPTER III</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italic">The Author studious to learn the language, the</hi>
                        Houyhnhnm <hi rend="italic">his master assists in teaching him. The language
                            described. Several</hi> Houyhnhnms <hi rend="italic">of quality came out
                            of curiosity to see the Author. He gives his master a short account of
                            his voyage.</hi>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <ref target="Audio30_" corresp="Audio30">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio30" target="Audio30_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_30_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <p>My principal endeavor was to learn the language, which my master (for so I
                        shall henceforth call him) and his children, and every servant of his house,
                        were desirous to teach me. For they looked upon it as a prodigy that a brute
                        animal should discover such marks of a rational creature. I pointed to every
                        thing and inquired the name of it, which I wrote down in my journal book
                        when I was alone, and corrected my bad accent by desiring those of the
                        family to pronounce it often. In <pb n="287"/> this employment, a sorrel
                        nag, one of the under servants, was ready to assist me. </p>
                    <p>In speaking they pronounce through the nose and throat, and their language
                        approaches nearest to the High Dutch or German of any I know in Europe; but
                        is much more graceful and significant. The Emperor Charles made almost the
                        same observation, when he said that if he were to speak to his horse it
                        should be in High Dutch. </p>
                    <p>The curiosity and impatience of my master were so great, that he spent many
                        hours of his leisure to instruct me. He was convinced (as he afterwards told
                        me) that I must be a Yahoo, but my teachableness, civility, and cleanliness,
                        astonished him; which were qualities altogether so opposite to those
                        animals. He was most perplexed about my clothes, reasoning sometimes with
                        himself whether they were a part of my body; for I never pulled them off
                        till the family were asleep, and got them on before they waked in the
                        morning. My master was eager to learn from where I came, how I acquired
                        those appearances of reason which I discovered in all my actions, and to
                        know my story from my own mouth, which he hoped he should soon do by the
                        great proficiency I made in learning and pronouncing their words and
                        sentences. To help my memory, I formed all I learned into the English
                        alphabet, and wrote the words down with the translations. This last after
                        some time I ventured to do in my master's <pb n="288"/> presence. It cost me
                        much trouble to explain to him what I was doing; for the inhabitants have
                        not the least idea of books or literature. </p>
                    <p>In about ten weeks time I was able to understand most of his questions, and
                        in three months could give him some tolerable answers. He was extremely
                        curious to know from what part of the country I came, and how I was taught
                        to imitate a rational creature; because the Yahoos (whom he saw I exactly
                        resembled in my head, hands, and face, that were only visible), with some
                        appearance of cunning, and the strongest disposition to mischief, were
                        observed to be the most unteachable of all brutes. I answered that I came
                        over the sea from a far place, with many others of my own kind, in a great
                        hollow vessel made of the bodies of trees. That my companions forced me to
                        land on this coast, and then left me to shift for myself. It was with some
                        difficulty, and by the help of many signs, that I brought him to understand
                        me. He replied, that I must needs be mistaken, or that I said the thing
                        which was not. (For they have no word in their language to express lying or
                        falsehood.) He knew it was impossible that there could be a country beyond
                        the sea, or that a parcel of brutes could move a wooden vessel whither they
                        pleased upon water. He was sure no Houyhnhnm alive could make such a vessel,
                        nor would trust Yahoos to manage it. <pb n="289"/>
                    </p>
                    <p>The word <hi rend="italic">Houyhnhnm</hi>, in their tongue, signifies a <hi rend="italic">horse</hi>, and in its <ref target="etymology_" corresp="etymology">etymology</ref>
                                <note xml:id="etymology" target="etymology_">The origin or root meaning of a word.</note>, <hi rend="italics">the perfection of nature</hi>. I told my master, that I
                        was at a loss for expression, but would improve as fast as I could; and
                        hoped in a short time I should be able to tell him wonders: he was pleased
                        to direct his own mare, his colt and foal, and the servants of the family,
                        to take all opportunities of instructing me, and every day for two or three
                        hours he was at the same pains himself. Several horses and mares of quality
                        in the neighborhood came often to our house upon the report spread of a
                        wonderful Yahoo, that could speak like a Houyhnhnm, and seemed in his words
                        and actions to discover some glimmerings of reason. These delighted to
                        converse with me: they put many questions, and received such answers as I
                        was able to return. By all these advantages I made so great a progress that
                        in five months from my arrival I understood whatever was spoke, and could
                        express myself tolerably well. </p>
                    <p>The Houyhnhnms who came to visit my master with the design of seeing and
                        talking with me, could hardly believe me to be a right Yahoo, because my
                        body had a different covering from others of my kind. They were astonished
                        to observe me without the usual hair or skin, except on my head, face, and
                        hands; but I discovered that secret to my master, upon an accident which
                        happened about a fortnight before. </p>
                    <p>I have already told the reader, that every night when the family were gone to
                        bed it was my custom to strip and cover myself with my clothes. It <pb n="290"/> happened one morning early, that my master sent for me by the
                        sorrel nag, who was his valet; when he came I was fast asleep, my clothes
                        fallen off on one side, and my shirt above my waist. I awakened at the noise
                        he made, and observed him to deliver his message in some disorder; after
                        which he went to my master, and in a great fright gave him a very confused
                        account of what he had seen. This I presently discovered; for going as soon
                        as I was dressed to pay my attendance upon his Honor, he asked me the
                        meaning of what his servant had reported, that I was not the same thing when
                        I slept as I appeared to be at other times; that his valet assured him, some
                        part of me was white, some yellow, at least not so white, and some brown. </p>
                    <p>I had hitherto concealed the secret of my dress, in order to distinguish
                        myself as much as possible from that cursed race of Yahoos; but now I found
                        it in vain to do so any longer. Besides, I considered that my clothes and
                        shoes would soon wear out, which already were in a declining condition, and
                        must be supplied by some contrivance from the hides of Yahoos or other
                        brutes; whereby the whole secret would be known. I therefore told my master
                        that in the country from which I came those of my kind always covered their
                        bodies with the hairs of certain animals prepared by art, as well for
                        decency as to avoid the inclemencies of air, both hot and cold; of which, as
                        to my own person, I would give him immediate conviction, if he pleased to
                        command me; only desiring his excuse, if I did not expose those parts that
                        nature taught us to conceal. He said <pb n="291"/> my discourse was all very
                        strange, but especially the last part; for he could not understand why
                        nature should teach us to conceal what nature had given. That neither
                        himself nor family were ashamed of any parts of their bodies; but however I
                        might do as I pleased. Whereupon I first unbuttoned my coat and pulled it
                        off. I did the same with my waistcoat; I drew off my shoes, stockings, and
                        breeches. I let my shirt down to my waist, and drew up the bottom, fastening
                        it like a girdle about my middle to hide my nakedness. </p>
                    <p>My master observed the whole performance with great signs of curiosity and
                        admiration. He took up all my clothes in his pastern, one piece after
                        another, and examined them diligently; he then stroked my body very gently
                        and looked round me several times, after which he said it was plain I must
                        be a perfect Yahoo; but that I differed very much from the rest of my
                        species, in the softness and whiteness and smoothness of my skin, my want of
                        hair in several parts of my body, the shape and shortness of my claws behind
                        and before, and my affectation of walking continually on my two hind feet.
                        He desired to see no more, and gave me leave to put on my clothes again, for
                        I was shuddering with cold. </p>
                    <p>I expressed my uneasiness at his giving me so often the appellation of Yahoo,
                        an odious animal for which I had so utter a hatred and contempt. I begged he
                        would forbear applying that word to me, and take the same order in his
                        family, and among his friends whom he suffered to see me. I requested
                        likewise <pb n="292"/> that the secret of my having a false covering to my
                        body might be known to none but himself, at least as long as my present
                        clothing should last; for as to what the sorrel nag his valet had observed,
                        his Honor might command him to conceal it. </p>
                    <p>All this my master very graciously consented to, and thus the secret was kept
                        till my clothes began to wear out, which I was forced to supply by several
                        contrivances that shall hereafter be mentioned. In the meantime he desired I
                        would go on with my utmost diligence to learn their language, because he was
                        more astonished at my capacity for speech and reason than at the figure of
                        my body, whether it were covered or not; adding that he waited with some
                        impatience to hear the wonders which I promised to tell him. </p>
                    <p>From thenceforward he doubled the pains he had been at to instruct me; he
                        brought me into all company, and made them treat me with civility, because,
                        as he told them privately, this would put me into good humor and make me
                        more <ref target="diverting_" corresp="diverting">diverting</ref>
                                <note xml:id="diverting" target="diverting_">Amusing, diverting. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>. </p>
                    <p>Every day when I waited on him, beside the trouble he was at in teaching, he
                        would ask me several questions concerning myself, which I answered as well
                        as I could; and by these means he had already received some general ideas,
                        though very imperfect. It would be tedious to relate the several steps by
                        which I advanced to a more regular conversation: but the first account I
                        gave of myself in any order and length, was to this purpose: <pb n="293"/>
                    </p>
                    <p>That I came from a very far country, as I already had attempted to tell him,
                        with about fifty more of my own species; that we traveled upon the seas, in
                        a great hollow vessel made of wood, and larger than his Honor's house. I
                        described the ship to him in the best terms I could, and explained by the
                        help of my handkerchief displayed, how it was driven forward by the wind.
                        That upon a quarrel among us, I was set on shore on this coast, where I
                        walked forward without knowing whither, till he delivered me from the
                        persecution of those execrable Yahoos. He asked me who made the ship, and
                        how it was possible that the Houyhnhnms of my country would leave it to the
                        management of brutes? My answer was that I dare proceed no further in my
                        relation, unless he would give me his word and honor that he would not be
                        offended, and then I would tell him the wonders I had so often promised. He
                        agreed; and I went on by assuring him that the ship was made by creatures
                        was myself, who in all the countries I had traveled, as well as in my own,
                        were the only governing, rational animals; and that upon my arrival here I
                        was as much astonished to see the Houyhnhnms act like rational beings, as he
                        or his friends could be finding some marks of reason in a creature he was
                        pleased to call a Yahoo, to which I owned my resemblance in every part, but
                        could not account for their degenerate and brutal nature. I said farther <pb n="294"/> that if good fortune ever restored me to my native country, to
                        relate my travels here, as I resolved to do, everybody would believe that I
                        said the thing which was not; that I invented the story out of my own head;
                        and with all possible respect to himself, his family and friends, and under
                        his promise of not being offended, our countrymen would hardly think it
                        probable, that a Houyhnhnm should be the presiding creature of a nation, and
                        a Yahoo the brute. </p>
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                <lb/>
                <div type="chapter" n="4">
                    <head>CHAPTER IV</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italic">The</hi> Houyhnhnms <hi rend="italic">notion of truth
                            and falshood. The Author's discourse disapproved by his master. The
                            Author gives a more particular account of himself, and the accidents of
                            his voyage.</hi>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <ref target="Audio31_" corresp="Audio31">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio31" target="Audio31_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_31_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <p>My master heard me with great appearances of uneasiness in his countenance,
                        because doubting, or not believing, are so little known in this country,
                        that the inhabitants cannot tell how to behave themselves under such
                        circumstances. And I remember in frequent discourses with my master
                        concerning the nature of manhood in other parts of the world, having
                        occasion to talk of lying and false representation, it was with much
                        difficulty that he comprehended what I meant, although he had otherwise a
                        most acute judgment. For he argued thus: that the use of speech was to make
                        us understand one another, and to receive information of facts; now if
                        anyone said the thing which was <pb n="295"/> not, these ends were defeated;
                        because I cannot properly be said to understand him; and I am so far from
                        receiving information, that he leaves me worse than in ignorance, for I am
                        led to believe a thing black when it is white, and short when it is long.
                        And these were all the notions he had concerning that faculty of lying, so
                        perfectly well understood among human creatures. </p>
                    <p>To return from this digression; when I asserted that the Yahoos were the only
                        governing animals in my country, which my master said was altogether past
                        his conception, he desired to know whether we had Houyhnhnms among us, and
                        what was their employment: I told him we had great numbers, that in summer
                        they grazed in the fields, and in winter were kept in houses, with hay and
                        oats, where Yahoo servants were employed to rub their skins smooth, comb
                        their manes, pick their feet, serve them with food, and make their beds. I
                        understand you well, said my master, it is now very plain, from all you have
                        spoken, that whatever share of reason the Yahoos pretend to, the Houyhnhnms
                        are your masters; I heartily wish our Yahoos would be so tractable. I begged
                        his Honor would please to excuse me from proceeding any farther, because I
                        was very certain that the account he expected from me would be highly
                        displeasing. But he insisted in commanding me to let him know the best and
                        the worst: I told him he should be obeyed. I owned that the Houyhnhnms among
                        us, whom <pb n="296"/> we called horses, were the most generous and comely
                        animals we had, that they excelled in strength and swiftness; and when they
                        belonged to persons of quality, employed in traveling, racing, or drawing
                        chariots, they were treated with much kindness and till they fell into
                        diseases or became foundered in the feet; and then they were sold, and used
                        to all kind of <ref target="drudgery_" corresp="drudgery">drudgery</ref>
                                <note xml:id="drudgery" target="drudgery_">Grueling work.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> till
                        they died; after which their skins were stripped and sold for what they were
                        worth, and their bodies left to be devoured by dogs and birds of prey. But
                        the common race of horses had not so good fortune, being kept by farmers and
                        carriers, and other mean people, who put them to great labor, and fed them
                        worse. I described, as well as I could, our way of riding, the shape and use
                        of a bridle, a saddle, a spur, and a whip, of harness and wheels. I added
                        that we fastened plates of a certain hard substance called iron at the
                        bottom of their feet, to preserve their hoofs from being broken by the stony
                        ways on which we often traveled. </p>
                    <p>My master, after some expressions of great <ref target="indignation_" corresp="indignation">indignation</ref>
                                <note xml:id="indignation" target="indignation_">Disdain or disregard. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, wondered how we dared to
                        venture upon a Houyhnhnm's back, for he was sure that the weakest servant in
                        his house would be able to shake off the strongest Yahoo, or by lying down
                        and rolling on his back squeeze the brute to death. I answered that our
                        horses were trained up from three or four years old to the several uses we
                        intended them for; that if any of them proved intolerably vicious, they were
                        employed for carriages; that they were severely beaten while they were <pb n="297"/> young, for any mischievous tricks; that the males, designed
                        for common use of riding or <ref target="draught_" corresp="draught">draught</ref>
                                <note xml:id="draught" target="draught_">Carrying. Source:
                                <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, were
                        generally castrated about two years after their birth, to take down their
                        spirits and make them more tame and gentle; that they were indeed sensible
                        of rewards and punishments; but his Honor would please to consider, that
                        they had not the least tincture of reason any more than the Yahoos in this
                        country. </p>
                    <p>It put me to the pains of many <ref target="circumlocutions_" corresp="circumlocutions">circumlocutions</ref>
                                <note xml:id="circumlocutions" target="circumlocutions_">Talking in " a
                            roundabout" way to explain something. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> to give my master a right idea of
                        what I spoke; for their language does not abound in variety of words,
                        because their wants and passions are fewer than among us. But it is
                        impossible to represent his noble resentment at our savage treatment of the
                        Houyhnhnm race, particularly after I had explained the manner and use of
                        castrating horses among us, to hinder them from propagating their kind, and
                        to render them more servile. He said if it were possible there could be any
                        country where Yahoos alone were endued with reason, they certainly must be
                        the governing animal, because reason will in time always prevail against
                        brutal strength. But considering the frame of our bodies, and especially of
                        mine, he thought no creature of equal bulk was so ill contrived, for
                        employing that reason in the common offices of life; whereupon he desired to
                        know whether those among whom I lived resembled me or the Yahoos of his
                        country. I assured him, that I was as well shaped as most of my age; but the
                        younger and the females were much more soft and tender, and the skins of the
                        latter generally as <pb n="298"/> white as milk. He said I differed indeed
                        from other Yahoos, being much more cleanly, and not altogether so deformed,
                        but in point of real advantage he thought I differed for the worse. That my
                        nails were of no use either to my fore or hind feet; as to my fore feet, he
                        could not properly call them by that name, for he never observed me to walk
                        upon them; that they were too soft to bear the ground; that I generally went
                        with them uncovered, neither was the covering I sometimes wore on them of
                        the same shape or so strong as that on my feet behind. That I could not walk
                        with any security, for if either of my hind feet slipped, I must inevitably
                        fall. He then began to find fault with other parts of my body, the flatness
                        of my face, the prominence of my nose, my eyes placed directly in front, so
                        that I could not look on either side without turning my head; that I was not
                        able to feed myself without lifting one of my fore feet to my mouth; and
                        therefore nature had placed these joints to answer that necessity. He knew
                        not what could be the use of those several clefts and divisions in my feet
                        behind; that these were too soft to bear the hardness and sharpness of
                        stones without a covering made from the skin of some other brute; that my
                        whole body wanted a fence against heat cold, which I was forced to put on
                        and off every day with tediousness and trouble. And lastly that he observed
                        every animal in this country naturally to abhor the Yahoos, whom the weaker
                        avoided and the stronger drove from them. So that supposing us to have the
                        gift of <pb n="299"/> reason, he could not see how it were possible to cure
                        that natural antipathy which every creature discovered against us; nor
                        consequently, how we could tame and render them serviceable. However, he
                        would (as he said) debate the matter no farther, because he was more
                        desirous to know my own story, the country where I was born, and the several
                        actions and events of my life before I came here. </p>
                    <p>I assured him how extremely desirous I was that he should be satisfied on
                        every point; but I doubted much whether it would be possible for me to
                        explain myself on several subjects whereof his Honor could have no
                        conception, because I saw nothing in his country to which I could resemble
                        them. That however I would do my best, and strive to express myself by <ref target="similitudes_" corresp="similitudes">similitudes</ref>
                                <note xml:id="similitudes" target="similitudes_">Similar things. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, humbly desiring
                        his assistance when I wanted proper words; which he was pleased to promise
                        me. </p>
                    <p>I said my birth was of honest parents in an island called England, which was
                        remote from this country, as many days' journey as the strongest of his
                        Honor's servants could travel in the annual course of the sun. That I was
                        bred a surgeon, whose trade it is to cure wounds and hurts in the body, got
                        by accident or violence; that my country was governed by a female man, whom
                        we called a Queen. That I left it to get riches, whereby I might maintain
                        myself and family when I should return. That in my last voyage I was
                        Commander of the ship, and had about fifty Yahoos under me, many of which
                        died at sea, and I was forced to <pb n="300"/> supply them by others picked
                        out from several nations. That our ship was twice in danger of being sunk;
                        the first time by a great storm, and the second, by striking against a rock.
                        Here my master interposed, by asking me how I could persuade strangers out
                        of different countries to venture with me, after the losses I had sustained,
                        and the hazards I had run. I said they were fellows of desperate fortunes,
                        forced to fly from the places of their birth, on account of their poverty or
                        their crimes. Some were undone by lawsuits; others spent all they had in
                        drinking, whoring, and gaming; others fled for treason; many for murder,
                        theft, poisoning, robbery, <ref target="perjury_" corresp="perjury">perjury</ref>
                                <note xml:id="perjur_" target="perjury_">Lying or making
                            false statements in a legal setting such as a courtroom or
                            deposition.&gt;</note>, forgery, coining false money, for committing rapes
                        or sodomy, for <ref target="flying_" corresp="flying">flying from their
                            colors</ref>
                                <note xml:id="flying" target="flying_">Similar to evading
                            the draft; military desertion.</note>, or deserting to the enemy, and
                        most of them had broken prison; none of these dared return to their native
                        countries for fear of being hanged, or of starving in a jail; and therefore
                        were under the necessity of seeking a livelihood in other places. </p>
                    <p>During this discourse my master was pleased to interrupt me several times; I
                        had made use of many circumlocutions in describing to him the nature of the
                        several crimes, for which most of our crew had been forced to fly their
                        country. This labor took up several days' conversation before he was able to
                        comprehend me. He was wholly at a loss to know what could be the use or
                        necessity of practicing those vices. To clear up which I endeavored to give
                        some ideas of the desire of power and riches, of the terrible effects <pb n="301"/> of lust, <ref target="intemperance_" corresp="intemperance">intemperance</ref>
                                <note xml:id="intemperance" target="intemperance_">Lack of restraint or the exercising of excess. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, malice and
                        envy. All this I was forced to define and describe by putting of cases, and
                        making of <ref target="suppositions_" corresp="suppositions">suppositions</ref>
                                <note xml:id="suppositions" target="suppositions_">Hypotheses</note>. After which, like one whose imagination was struck
                        with something never seen or heard of before, he would lift up his eyes with
                        amazement and indignation. Power, government, war, law, punishment, and a
                        thousand other things had no terms wherein that language could express them,
                        which made the difficulty almost <ref target="insuperable_" corresp="insuperable">insuperable</ref>
                                <note xml:id="insuperable" target="insuperable_">Invincible. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> to give my master any conception of
                        what I meant. But being of an excellent understanding, much improved by
                        contemplation and <ref target="converse_" corresp="converse">converse</ref>
                                <note xml:id="converse_" target="converse_">Conversation.</note>, he at last arrived at a competent knowledge of
                        what human nature in our parts of the world is capable to perform, and
                        desired I would give him some particular account of that land which we call
                        Europe, but especially of my own country. </p>
                </div>

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                    <head>CHAPTER V</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italic">The Author, at his master's command, informs him of the
                            state of </hi>England. <hi rend="italic">The causes of war among the
                            Princes of </hi>Europe. <hi rend="italic">The Author begins to explain
                            the</hi> English <hi rend="italic">constitution.</hi>
                            </head>
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                                <ref target="Audio32_" corresp="Audio32">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio32" target="Audio32_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_32_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
                            </head>
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                    <p>The reader may please to observe, that the following <ref target="extract_" corresp="extract">extract</ref>
                                <note xml:id="extract" target="extract_">An excerpt. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                            Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> of many conversations I had with my master,
                        contains a summary of the most material points which were discoursed at
                        several times for above two years; his Honor often desiring fuller
                        satisfaction as I farther improved in the Houyhnhnm tongue. I laid before
                        him, as <pb n="302"/> well as I could, the whole state of Europe; I
                        discoursed of trade and manufactures, of arts and sciences; and the answers
                        I gave to all the questions he made, as they arose upon several subjects,
                        were a fund of conversation not to be exhausted. But I shall here only set
                        down the substance of what passed between us concerning my own country,
                        reducing it into order as well as I can, without any regard to time or other
                        circumstances, while I strictly adhere to truth. My only concern is that I
                        shall hardly be able to do justice to my master's arguments and expressions,
                        which must needs suffer by my want of capacity, as well as by a translation
                        into our barbarous English. </p>
                    <p>In obedience therefore to his Honor's commands, I related to him <ref target="Revolution_" corresp="Revolution">the Revolution under the
                            Prince of Orange</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Revolution" target="Revolution_">The
                            so-called "Glorious Revolution" (1688-1689), when King James II was
                            overthrown when Parliament invited the William, the Prince of Orange,
                            and his wife Mary, who was James II's daughter, to take the monarchy.
                            They ruled as William and Mary. </note>; <ref target="war_" corresp="war">the long war with France entered into by the said
                            prince</ref>
                                <note xml:id="war" target="war_">The Nine Years War
                            (1688-1697). The war was between a coalition of England, Austria, the
                            Holy Roman Empire, Savoy, Spain, and the Dutch Republic against the
                            French king Louis XIV.</note>, and renewed by his successor <ref target="queen_" corresp="queen">the present Queen</ref>
                                <note xml:id="queen" target="queen">Queen Anne, who ruled from 1702 to 1714,
                            the year when this part of the story is set.</note>, wherein the
                        greatest powers of Christendom were engaged, and which still continued: I
                        computed at his request that about a <ref target="million_" corresp="million">million of Yahoos</ref>
                                <note xml:id="million" target="million_">This is a wild guess on Gulliver's part; casualty
                            figures from warfare were not kept with any degree of accuracy. But
                            there's no doubt that the loss of life from what amounted to a
                            quarter-century of near-continuous warfare in Europe was
                            tremendous.</note> might have been killed in the whole progress of it,
                        and perhaps a hundred or more cities taken, and thrice as many ships burnt
                        or sunk. </p>
                    <p>He asked me what were the usual causes or motives that made one country go to
                        war with another. I answered they were innumerable, but I should only
                        mention a few of the chief. Sometimes the ambition of princes, who never
                        think they have land or people enough to govern; sometimes the <pb n="303"/>
                        corruption of ministers, who engage their master in a war in order to stifle
                        or divert the clamor of the subjects against their evil administration.
                        Difference in opinions has cost many millions of lives: for instance,
                        whether flesh be bread, or bread be flesh; whether the juice of a certain
                        berry be blood or wine; whether <ref target="whistling_" corresp="whistling">whistling be vice or a virtue</ref>
                                <note xml:id="whistling" target="whistling_">Gulliver is describing various doctrinal disputes
                            among Christian sects. Singing--which is what Gulliver probably means by
                            "whistling," was banned by Presbyterian congregations.</note>; whether
                        it be <ref target="post_" corresp="post">better to kiss a post, or throw it
                            into the fire</ref>
                                <note xml:id="post" target="post_">Post refers to an
                            idol, used for religious observance. Here Swift is commenting on the
                            debate about the presence of statuary and other images in churches,
                            which was banned by Calvinist sects.</note>; what is the best color for
                        a coat, whether black, white, red, or gray; and whether it should be long or
                        short, narrow or wide, dirty or clean; with many more. Neither are any wars
                        so furious and bloody, or of so long continuance, as those occasioned by
                        difference in opinion, especially if it be in things indifferent. </p>
                    <p>Sometimes the quarrel between two princes is to which of them shall
                        dispossess a third of his dominions, where neither of them pretend to any
                        right. Sometimes one prince quarrels with another, for fear the other should
                        quarrel with him. Sometimes a war is entered upon, because the enemy is too
                        strong, and sometimes because he is too weak. Sometimes our neighbors want
                        the things which we have, or have the things which we want; and we both
                        fight, till they take ours or give us theirs. It is a very justifiable cause
                        of a war to invade a country after the people have been wasted by famine,
                            <pb n="304"/> destroyed by <ref target="pestilence_" corresp="pestilence">pestilence</ref>
                                <note xml:id="pestilence" target="pestilence_">An epidemic or disease like the plague. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, or <ref target="embroiled_" corresp="embroiled">embroiled</ref>
                                <note xml:id="embroiled" target="embroiled_">Made chaotic by or interfered
                            with. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> by
                        factions among themselves. It is justifiable to enter into war against our
                        nearest ally, when one of his towns lies convenient for us, or a territory
                        of land, that would render our dominions round and complete. If a prince
                        sends forces into a nation where the people are poor and ignorant, he may
                        lawfully put half of them to death, and make slaves of the rest, in order to
                        civilize and reduce them from their barbarous way of living. It is a very
                        kingly, honorable, and frequent practice, when one prince desires the
                        assistance of another to secure him against an invasion, that the assistant,
                        when he has driven out the invader, should seize on the dominions himself,
                        and kill, imprison or banish the prince he came to relieve. Alliance by
                        blood or marriage is a frequent cause of war between princes; and the nearer
                        the kindred is, the greater is their disposition to quarrel: poor nations
                        are hungry, and rich nations are proud; and pride and hunger will ever be at
                        variance. For these reasons, the <ref target="trade_" corresp="trade">trade</ref>
                                <note xml:id="trade" target="trade_">Job. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> of a soldier is
                        held the most honorable of all others; because a soldier is a Yahoo hired to
                        kill in cold blood as many of his own species, who have never offended him,
                        as possibly he can. </p>
                    <p>There is likewise a kind of <ref target="beggarly_" corresp="beggarly">beggarly</ref>
                                <note xml:id="beggarly" target="beggarly_">Impoverished.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> princes
                        in Europe, not able to make war by themselves, who hire out their troops to
                        richer nations, for so much a day to each man; of which they keep
                        three-fourths to themselves, and it is the best part of their maintenance;
                        such are those in Germany and other northern parts of Europe. <pb n="305"/>
                    </p>
                    <p>What you have told me (said my master) upon the subject of war, does indeed
                        discover most admirably the effects of that reason you pretend to: however,
                        it is happy that the shame is greater than the danger; and that nature has
                        left you utterly uncapable of doing much mischief. </p>
                    <p>For your mouths lying flat with your faces, you can hardly bite each other to
                        any purpose, unless by consent. Then as to the claws upon your feet before
                        and behind, they are so short and tender, that one of our Yahoos would drive
                        a dozen of yours before him. And therefore in recounting the numbers of
                        those who have been killed in battle, I cannot but think that you have said
                        the thing which is not. </p>
                    <p>I could not forbear shaking my head and smiling a little at his ignorance.
                        And being no stranger to the art of war, I gave him a description of
                        cannons, <ref target="culverins_" corresp="culverins">culverins</ref>
                                <note xml:id="culverins" target="culverins_">A small hand-gun. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, muskets, <ref target="carabines_" corresp="carabines">carabines</ref>
                                <note xml:id="carabines" target="carabines_">A medium sized gun somewhere
                            between a musket and a hand-gun. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, pistols, bullets, powder, swords,
                        bayonets, battles, sieges, retreats, attacks, <ref target="undermines_" corresp="undermines">undermines</ref>
                                <note xml:id="undermines" target="undermines_">A reference to the military tactic of mining
                            tunnels underneath the opposing army and exploding the ground underneath
                            them. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>,
                            <ref target="countermines_" corresp="countermines">countermines</ref>
                                <note xml:id="countermines" target="countermines_">A
                            coutner-plot or a secret plan. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, bombardments, sea fights; ships sunk with a
                        thousand men, twenty thousand killed on each side; dying groans, limbs
                        flying in the air, smoke, noise, confusion, trampling to death under horses'
                        feet; flight, pursuit, victory; fields strewed with carcases left for food
                        to dogs, and wolves, and birds of prey; plundering, stripping, ravishing,
                        burning, and destroying. And to set forth the valor of my own dear
                        countrymen, I assured him that I had seen them blow up a hundred enemies at
                        once in a siege, and as many in a ship, and beheld the dead bodies come down
                        in <pb n="306"/> pieces from the clouds, to the great diversion of the
                        spectators. </p>
                    <p>I was going on to more particulars, when my master commanded me silence. He
                        said whoever understood the nature of Yahoos might easily believe it
                        possible for so vile animals to be capable of every action I had named, if
                        their strength and cunning <ref target="squalled_" corresp="squalled">squalled</ref>
                                <note xml:id="squalled" target="squalled_">Screamed or
                            yelled. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>
                        their malice. But as my discourse had increased his abhorrence of the whole
                        species, so he found it gave him a disturbance in his mind, to which he was
                        wholly a stranger before. He thought his ears being used to such abominable
                        words, might by degrees admit them with less detestation. That although he
                        hated the Yahoos of this country, yet he no more blamed them for their
                        odious qualities, than he did a gnnayh (a bird of prey) for its cruelty, or
                        a sharp stone for cutting his hoof. But <pb n="307"/> when a creature
                        pretending to reason could be capable of such enormities, he dreaded lest
                        the corruption of that faculty might be worse than brutality itself. He
                        seemed therefore confident, that instead of reason, we were only possessed
                        of some quality fitted to increase our natural vices; as the reflection from
                        a troubled stream returns the image of an ill-shapen body, not only larger,
                        but more distorted. </p>
                    <p>He added, that he had heard too much upon the subject of war, both in this
                        and some former discourses. There was another point which a little perplexed
                        him at present. I had informed him, that some of our crew left their country
                        on account of being ruined by Law; that I had already explained the meaning
                        of the word; but he was at a loss how it should come to pass, that the law
                        which was intended for every man's preservation, should be any man's ruin.
                        Therefore he desired to be further satisfied what I meant by law, and the
                        dispensers thereof, according to the present practice in my own country;
                        because he thought nature and reason were sufficient guides for a reasonable
                        animal, as we pretended to be, in showing us what we ought to do, and what
                        to avoid. </p>
                    <p>I assured his Honor that law was a science wherein I had not much conversed,
                        further than by employing advocates, in vain, upon some injustices that had
                        been done me: however, I would give him all the satisfaction I was able. </p>
                    <p>I said there was a society of men among us, bred up from their youth in the
                        art of proving by <pb n="308"/> words multiplied for the purpose, that white
                        is black, and black is white, according as they are paid. To this society
                        all the rest of the people are slaves. For example, if my neighbor has a
                        mind to my cow, he hires a lawyer to prove that he ought to have my cow from
                        me. I must then hire another to defend my right, it being against all rules
                        of law that any man should be allowed to speak for himself. Now in this case
                        I who am the right owner lie under two great disadvantages. First, my
                        lawyer, being practiced almost from his cradle in defending falsehood, is
                        quite out of his element when he would be an advocate for justice, which as
                        an office unnatural, he always attempts with great awkwardness if not with
                        ill-will. The second disadvantage is that my lawyer must proceed with great
                        caution, or else he will be reprimanded by the judges, and abhorred by his
                        brethren, as one that would lessen the practice of the law. And therefore I
                        have but two methods to preserve my cow. The first is to gain over my
                        adversary's lawyer with a double fee, who will then betray his client by
                        insinuating that he has justice on his side. The second way is for my lawyer
                        to make my cause appear as unjust as he can by the cow to belong to my
                        adversary: and this, if it be skillfully done will certainly bespeak the
                        favor of the bench. Now, your Honour is to know that these judges an
                        appointed to decide all controversies of property, as well as for the trial
                        of criminals, and picked out from the most dexterous lawyers, who are grown
                        old or lazy, and having been <pb n="309"/> biassed all their lives against
                        truth and equity, are under such a fatal necessity of favoring fraud,
                        perjury, and oppression, that I have known several of them refuse a large
                        bribe from the side where justice lay, rather than <ref target="injure_" corresp="injure">injure</ref>
                                <note xml:id="injure" target="injure_">To
                            wrong. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>
                        the faculty, by doing any thing unbecoming their nature or their office. It
                        is a maxim among these lawyers, that whatever has been done before may
                        legally be done again: and therefore they take special care to record all
                        the decisions formerly made against common justice and the general reason of
                        mankind. These, under the name of precedents, they produce as authorities,
                        to justify the most <ref target="iniquitous_" corresp="iniquitous">iniquitous</ref>
                                <note xml:id="iniquitous" target="iniquitous_">Unjust.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>
                        opinions; and the judges never fail of directing accordingly. </p>
                    <p>In pleading they studiously avoid entering into the merits of the cause, but
                        are loud, violent, and tedious in dwelling upon all circumstances which are
                        not to the purpose. For instance, in the case already mentioned, they never
                        desire to know what claim or title my adversary has to my cow; but whether
                        the said cow were red or black, her horns long or short, whether the field I
                        graze her in be round or square, whether she was milked at home or abroad,
                        what diseases she is subject to, and the like; after which they consult
                        precedents, <ref target="adjourn_" corresp="adjourn">adjourn</ref>
                                <note xml:id="adjourn" target="adjourn_">Suspend or defer a proceeding until a
                            later time. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                            Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> the cause from time to time, and in ten, twenty,
                        or thirty years, come to an <ref target="issue_" corresp="issue">issue</ref>
                                <note xml:id="issue" target="issue_">A decision. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>. </p>
                    <p>It is likewise to be observed, that this society has a peculiar <ref target="cant_" corresp="cant">cant</ref>
                                <note xml:id="cant" target="cant_">Vernacular or jargon</note> and jargon of their own, that
                        no other mortal can understand, and wherein all their laws are written,
                        which they take special care to multiply; <pb n="310"/> whereby they have
                        wholly confounded the very essence of truth and falsehood, of right and
                        wrong; so that it will take thirty years to decide whether the field left me
                        by my ancestors for six generations belongs to me, or to a stranger three
                        hundred miles off. </p>
                    <p>In the trial of persons accused for crimes against the state the method is
                        much more short and commendable: the judge first sends to sound the
                        disposition of those in power, after which he can easily hang or save the
                        criminal, strictly preserving all due forms of law. </p>
                    <p>Here my master interposing, said it was a pity that creatures endowed with
                        such prodigious abilities of mind as these lawyers, by the description I
                        gave of them, must certainly be, were not rather encouraged to be
                        instructors of others in wisdom and knowledge. In answer to which I assured
                        his Honor that in all points out of their own trade, they were usually the
                        most ignorant and stupid generation among us, the most despicable in common
                        conversation, avowed enemies to all knowledge and learning, and equally to
                        pervert the general reason of mankind in every other subject of discourse,
                        as in that of their own profession. <pb n="311"/>
                    </p>
                </div>

                <lb/>
                <div type="chapter" n="6">
                    <head>CHAPTER VI</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italic">A continuance of the state of</hi> England. <hi rend="italic">The character of a first or chief minister of state
                            in</hi> European <hi rend="italic">Courts.</hi>
                    </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <ref target="Audio33_" corresp="Audio33">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio33" target="Audio33_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_33_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <p>My master was yet wholly at a loss to understand what motives could incite
                        this race of lawyers to perplex, disquiet, and weary themselves, and engage
                        in a confederacy of injustice, merely for the sake of injuring their fellow
                        animals; neither could he comprehend what I meant in saying they did it for
                        hire. Whereupon I was at much pains to describe to him the use of money, the
                        materials it was made of, and the value of the metals; that when a Yahoo had
                        got a great store of this precious substance, he was able to purchase
                        whatever he had a mind to; the finest clothing, the noblest houses, great
                        tracts of land, the most costly meats and drinks, and have his choice of the
                        most beautiful females. Therefore since money alone was able to perform all
                        these feats, our Yahoos thought they could never have enough of it to spend
                        or save, as they found themselves inclined from their natural bent either to
                        profusion or avarice. That the rich man enjoyed the fruit of the poor man's
                        labor, and the latter were a thousand to one in proportion to the former.
                        That the bulk of our people were forced to live miserably, by laboring every
                        day for small wages to make a few live plentifully. I enlarged myself much
                        on these and <pb n="312"/> many other particulars to the same purpose; but
                        his Honor was still to seek; for he went upon a supposition that all animals
                        had a title to their share in the productions of the earth, and especially
                        those who presided over the rest. Therefore he desired I would let him know
                        what these costly meats were, and how any of us happened to want them.
                        Whereupon I enumerated as many sorts as came into my head, with the various
                        methods of dressing them, which could not be done without sending vessels by
                        sea to every part of the world, as well for liquors to drink, as for sauces,
                        and innumerable other conveniences. I assured him that this whole globe of
                        earth must be at least three times gone round, before one of our better
                        female Yahoos could get her breakfast or a cup to put it in. He said that
                        must needs be a miserable country which cannot furnish food for its own
                        inhabitants. But what he chiefly wondered at, was how such vast tracts of
                        ground as I described should be wholly without fresh water, and the people
                        put to the necessity of sending over the sea for drink. I replied that
                        England (the dear place of my nativity) was computed to produce three times
                        the quantity of food, more than its inhabitants are able to consume, as well
                        as liquors extracted from grain, or pressed out of the fruit of certain
                        trees, which made excellent drink, and the same proportion in every other
                        convenience of life. But, in order to feed the luxury and intemperance of
                        the males, and the vanity of the females, we sent away the greatest part of
                        our necessary things to other countries, from whence in return we brought
                        the <pb n="313"/> materials of diseases, folly, and vice, to spend among
                        ourselves. Hence it follows of necessity that vast numbers of our people are
                        compelled to seek their livelihood by begging, robbing, stealing, cheating,
                        pimping, <ref target="forswearing_" corresp="forswearing">forswearing</ref>
                                <note xml:id="forswearing" target="forswearing_">Committing perjury. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, flattering, <ref target="suborning_" corresp="suborning">suborning</ref>
                                <note xml:id="suborning" target="suborning_">Bribing someone, often times to commit a crime.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>,
                        forging, gaming, lying, fawning, <ref target="hectoring_" corresp="hectoring">hectoring</ref>
                                <note xml:id="hectoring" target="hectoring_">To bully or intimidate. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, voting, scribbling,
                        star-gazing, poisoning, whoring, canting, <ref target="libeling_" corresp="libeling">libeling</ref>
                                <note xml:id="libeling" target="libeling_">Defaming someone in writing. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, free thinking,
                        and the like occupations: every one of which terms, I was at much pains to
                        make him understand. </p>
                    <p>That wine was not imported among us from foreign countries, to supply the
                        want of water or other drinks, but because it was a sort of liquid which
                        made us merry by putting us out of our senses, diverted all melancholy
                        thoughts, begat wild extravagant imaginations in the brain, raised our
                        hopes, and banished our fears, suspended every office of reason for a time,
                        and deprived us of the use of our limbs, till we fell into a profound sleep;
                        although it must be confessed, that we always awoke sick and dispirited and
                        that the use of this liquor filled us with diseases, which made our lives
                        uncomfortable and short. </p>
                    <p>But beside all this, the bulk of our people supported themselves by
                        furnishing the necessities or conveniences of life to the rich, and to each
                        other. For instance, when I am at home and dressed as I ought to be, I carry
                        on my body the workmanship of a hundred tradesmen; the building and
                        furniture of my house employ as many more, and five times the number to
                        adorn my wife. <pb n="314"/>
                    </p>
                    <p>I was going on to tell him of another sort of people, who get their
                        livelihood by attending the sick, having upon some occasions informed his
                        Honor that many of my crew had died of diseases. But here it was with the
                        utmost difficulty that I brought him to apprehend what I meant. He could
                        easily conceive that a Houyhnhnm grew weak and heavy a few days before his
                        death, or by some accident might hurt a limb. But that nature, who works all
                        things to perfection, should suffer any pains to breed in our bodies, he
                        thought impossible, and desired to know the reason of so unaccountable an
                        evil. I told him we fed on a thousand things which operated contrary to each
                        other; that we ate when we were not hungry, and drank without the
                        provocation of thirst; that we sat whole nights drinking strong liquors
                        without eating a bit, which disposed us to sloth, inflamed our bodies, and
                        precipitated or prevented digestion. That prostitute female Yahoos acquired
                        a certain malady, which bred rottenness in the bones of those who fell into
                        their embraces; that this and many other diseases were propagated from
                        father to son, so that great numbers come into the world with complicated
                        maladies upon them; that it would be endless to give him a catalogue of all
                        diseases incident to human bodies; for they could not be fewer than five or
                        six hundred, spread over every limb and joint; in short, every part,
                        external and intestine, having diseases appropriated to them. To remedy
                        which there was a sort of people bred up among us, in the profession <pb n="315"/> or pretense of curing the sick. And because I had some skill
                        in the faculty, I would in gratitude to his Honor let him know the whole
                        mystery and method by which they proceed. </p>
                    <p>Their fundamental is that all diseases arise from <ref target="repletion_" corresp="repletion">repletion</ref>
                                <note xml:id="repletion" target="repletion_">Living in excess. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, from which they conclude that a
                        great evacuation of the body is necessary, either through the natural
                        passage or upwards at the mouth. Their next business is from herbs,
                        minerals, gums, oils, shells, salts, juices, seaweed, excrements, barks of
                        trees, serpents, toads, frogs, spiders, dead men's flesh and bone, birds,
                        beasts and fishes, to form a composition for smell and taste the most
                        abominable, nauseous and detestable they can possibly contrive, which the
                        stomach immediately rejects with loathing; and this they call a vomit; or
                        else from the same storehouse, with some other poisonous additions, they
                        command us to take in at the orifice above or below (just as the physician
                        then happens to be disposed) a medicine equally annoying and disgustful to
                        the bowels; which relaxing the belly, drives down all before it, and this
                        they call a purge or a cluster. For nature (as the physicians allege) having
                        intended the superior anterior orifice only for the <ref target="intromission_" corresp="intromission">intromission</ref>
                                <note xml:id="intromission" target="intromission_">Insertion. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> of solids and
                        liquids, and the inferior posterior for ejection, these artists ingeniously
                        considering that in all diseases nature is forced out of her seat, therefore
                        to replace her in it the body must be treated in a manner directly <pb n="316"/> contrary, by interchanging the use of each orifice, forcing
                        solids and liquids in at the anus, and making evacuations at the mouth. </p>
                    <p>But besides real diseases we are subject to many that are only imaginary, for
                        which the physicians have invented imaginary cures; these have their several
                        names, and so have the drugs that are proper for them, and with these our
                        female Yahoos are always infested. </p>
                    <p>One great excellency in this tribe is their skill at <ref target="prognostics_" corresp="prognostics">prognostics</ref>
                                <note xml:id="prognostics" target="prognostics_">Predicting. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, wherein they
                        seldom fail; their predictions in real diseases, when they rise to any
                        degree of malignity, generally <ref target="portending_" corresp="portending">portending</ref>
                                <note xml:id="portending" target="portending_">Forewarning. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> death, which is always in their
                        power, when recovery is not: and therefore, upon any unexpected signs of
                        amendment, after they have pronounced their sentence, rather than be accused
                        as false prophets, they know how to approve their sagacity to the world by a
                        seasonable dose. </p>
                    <p>They are likewise of special use to husbands and wives who are grown weary of
                        their mates, to eldest sons, to great ministers of state, and often to
                        princes. </p>
                    <p>I had formerly upon occasion discoursed with my master upon the nature of
                        government in general, and particularly of our own excellent constitution,
                        deservedly the wonder and envy of the whole world. But having here
                        accidentally mentioned a minister of state, he commanded me some time after
                        to inform him what species of Yahoo I particularly meant by that
                        appellation. <pb n="317"/>
                    </p>
                    <p>I told him that a First or Chief Minister of State, who was the person I
                        intended to describe, was a creature wholly exempt from joy and grief, love
                        and hatred, pity and anger; at least made use of no other passions but a
                        violent desire of wealth, power, and titles; that he applies his words to
                        all uses, except to the indication of his mind; that he never tells a truth
                        but with an intent that you should take it for a lie; nor a lie but with a
                        design that you should take it for a truth; that those he speaks worst of
                        behind their backs are in the surest way of preferment; and whenever he
                        begins to praise you to others or to yourself, you are from that day
                        forlorn. The worst mark you can receive is a promise, especially when it is
                        confirmed with an oath; after which every wise man retires, and gives over
                        all hopes. </p>
                    <p>There are three methods by which a man may rise to be chief minister: the
                        first is by knowing how with prudence to dispose of a wife, a daughter, or a
                        sister: the second, by betraying or undermining his predecessor: and the
                        third is by a furious zeal in public assemblies against the corruptions of
                        the court. But a wise prince would rather choose to employ those who
                        practice the last of these methods; because such zealots prove always the
                        most <ref target="obsequious_" corresp="obsequious">obsequious</ref>
                                <note xml:id="obsequious" target="obsequious_">Compliant. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> and subservient
                        to the will and passions of their master. That these ministers having all
                        employments at their disposal, preserve themselves in power by bribing the
                        majority of a senate or great council; and at last, by an expedient called
                        an Act of Indemnity (whereof I described the nature <pb n="318"/> to him)
                        they secure themselves from after reckonings, and retire from the public,
                        laden with the spoils of the nation. </p>
                    <p>The palace of a chief minister is a <ref target="seminary_" corresp="seminary">seminary</ref>
                                <note xml:id="seminary" target="seminary_">An educational institution or school.</note> to breed
                        up others in his own trade: the pages, lackeys, and <ref target="porter_" corresp="porter">porter</ref>
                                <note xml:id="porter" target="porter_">A
                            gatekeeper or a servant who carries heavy items. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, by imitating
                        their master, become ministers of state in their several districts, and
                        learn to excel in the three principal ingredients of insolence, lying, and
                        bribery. Accordingly they have a subaltern court paid to them by persons of
                        the best rank, and sometimes by the force of dexterity and impudence arrive
                        through several gradations to be successors to their lord. </p>
                    <p>He is usually governed by a decayed wench or favorite footman, who are the
                        tunnels through which all graces are conveyed, and may properly be called,
                        in the last resort, the governors of the kingdom. </p>
                    <p>One day in discourse my master, having heard me mention the nobility of my
                        country, was pleased to make me a compliment which I could not pretend to
                        deserve: that he was sure I must have been born of some noble family,
                        because I far exceeded in shape, color, and cleanliness, all the Yahoos of
                        his nation, although I seemed to fail in strength and agility, which must be
                        imputed to my different way of living from those other brutes; and besides I
                        was not only endowed with the faculty of speech, but likewise with some
                        rudiments of reason, to a degree that with all his acquaintance I passed for
                        a prodigy. <pb n="319"/>
                    </p>
                    <p>He made me observe, that among the Houyhnhnms, the white, the sorrel, and the
                        iron grey were not so exactly shaped as the <ref target="bay_" corresp="bay">bay</ref>
                                <note xml:id="bay" target="bay_">A red-brown colour. Source:
                                <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, the dapple
                        grey, and the black; nor born with equal talents of the mind, or a capacity
                        to improve them; and therefore continued always in the condition of
                        servants, without ever aspiring to match out of their own race, which in
                        that country would be reckoned monstrous and unnatural. </p>
                    <p>I made his Honor my most humble acknowledgments for the good opinion he was
                        pleased to conceive of me; but assured him at the same time that my birth
                        was of the lower sort, having been born of plain honest parents, who were
                        just able to give me a tolerable education; that nobility among us was
                        altogether a different thing from the idea he had of it; that our young
                        noblemen are bred from their childhood in idleness and luxury; that as soon
                        as years will permit, they consume their vigor and contract odious diseases
                        among lewd females; and when their fortunes are almost ruined, they marry
                        some woman of mean birth, disagreeable person, and unsound constitution,
                        merely for the sake of money, whom they hate and despise. That the
                        productions of such marriages are generally scrofulous, rickety, or deformed
                        children; by which means the family seldom continues above three
                        generations, unless the wife takes care to provide a healthy father among
                        her neighbors or domestics, in order to improve and continue the breed. That
                        a weak diseased body, a meagre countenance, <pb n="320"/> and sallow
                        complexion, are the true marks of noble blood; and a healthy robust
                        appearance is so disgraceful in a man of quality, that the world concludes
                        his real father to have been a groom or a coachman. The imperfections of his
                        mind run parallel with those of his body, being a composition of <ref target="spleen_" corresp="spleen">spleen</ref>
                                <note xml:id="spleen" target="spleen_">Depression or melancholy. Gulliver is using a
                            vocabulary that comes from the theory of "humours" psychology, which
                            argued that a person's emotional disposition derived from the proportion
                            and interaction of fluids in the body; spleen was believed to produce
                            black bile, an excess of which could lead to despression. The humours
                            theory was already becoming supreceded by science in this period, but
                            was still widely used. Even now, people sometimes use the word
                            "splenetic" to describe a person who is peevish and irritable.</note>,
                        dullness, ignorance, caprice, sensuality and pride. </p>
                    <p>Without the consent of this illustrious body no law can be enacted, repealed,
                        or altered; and these have the decision of all our possessions without
                        appeal. </p>
                </div>


                <lb/>
                <div type="chapter" n="7">
                    <head>CHAPTER VII</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italic">The Author's great love of his native country. His
                            master's observations upon the constitution and administration of</hi>
                            England,<hi rend="italic"> as described by the Author, with parallel
                            cases and comparisons. His master's observations upon human
                        nature.</hi>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <ref target="Audio34_" corresp="Audio34">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio34" target="Audio34_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_34_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <p>The reader may be disposed to wonder how I could prevail on myself to give so
                        free a representation of my own species, among a race of mortals who were
                        already too apt to conceive the vilest opinion of human kind, from that
                        entire congruity betwixt me and their Yahoos. But I must freely confess that
                        the many virtues of those excellent quadrupeds placed in opposite view to
                        human corruptions, had so far opened my eyes and enlarged my understanding,
                        that I began to view the actions and passions of man in a very different <pb n="321"/> light, and to think the honor of my own kind not worth
                        managing; which, besides, it was impossible for me to do before a person of
                        so acute a judgment as my master, who daily convinced me of a thousand
                        faults in myself, whereof I had not the least perception before, and which
                        among us would never be numbered even among human infirmities. I had
                        likewise learned from his example an utter detestation of all falsehood or
                        disguise, and truth appeared so amiable to me, that I determined upon
                        sacrificing everything to it. </p>
                    <p>Let me deal so candidly with the reader as to confess that there was yet a
                        much stronger motive for the freedom I took in my representation of things.
                        I had not been a year in this country before I contracted such a love and
                        veneration for the inhabitants, that I entered on a firm resolution never to
                        return to human kind, but to pass the rest of my life among these admirable
                        Houyhnhnms in the contemplation and practice of every virtue; where I could
                        have no example or incitement to vice. But it was decreed by fortune, my
                        perpetual enemy, that so great a felicity should not fall to my share.
                        However, it is now some comfort to reflect that in what I said of my
                        countrymen I extenuated their faults as much as I dared before so strict an
                        examiner, and upon every article gave as favorable a turn as the matter
                        would bear. For indeed who is there alive that will not be swayed by his
                        bias and partiality to the place of his birth? </p>
                    <p>I have related the substance of several conversations I had with my master,
                        during the greatest <pb n="322"/> part of the time I had the honor to be in
                        his service, but have indeed for brevity sake omitted much more than is here
                        set down. </p>
                    <p>When I had answered all his questions, and his curiosity seemed to be fully
                        satisfied, he sent for me one morning early, and commanding me to sit down
                        at some distance (an honor which he had never before conferred upon me), he
                        said he had been very seriously considering my whole story, as far as it
                        related both to myself and my country; that he looked upon us as sort of
                        animals to whose share, by what accident he could not conjecture, some small
                        pittance of reason had fallen, whereof we made no other use than by its
                        assistance to aggravate our natural corruptions, and to acquire new ones
                        which nature had not given us. That we disarmed ourselves of the few
                        abilities she had bestowed, had been very successful in multiplying our
                        original wants, and seemed to spend our whole lives in vain endeavors to
                        supply them by our own inventions. That as to myself, it was manifest I had
                        neither the strength or agility of a common Yahoo, that I walked infirmly on
                        my hinder feet, had found out a contrivance to make my claws of no use or
                        defense, and to remove the hair from my chin, which was intended as a
                        shelter from the sun and the weather. Lastly, that I could neither run with
                        speed, nor climb trees like my brethren (as he called them) the Yahoos in
                        this country. </p>
                    <p>That our institutions of government and law were plainly owing to our gross
                        defects in reason, and by consequence, in virtue; because reason alone is
                        sufficient <pb n="323"/> to govern a rational creature; which was therefore
                        a character we had no pretense to challenge, even from the account I had
                        given of my own people; although he manifestly perceived that in order to
                        favor them I had concealed many particulars, and often said the thing which
                        was not. </p>
                    <p>He was the more confirmed in this opinion, because he observed that as I
                        agreed in every feature of my body with other Yahoos, except where it was to
                        my real disadvantage in point of strength, speed and activity, the shortness
                        of my claws, and some other particulars where nature had no part; so from
                        the representation I had given him of our lives, our manners, and our
                        actions, he found as near a resemblance in the disposition of our minds. He
                        said the Yahoos were known to hate one another more than they did any
                        different species of animals; and the reason usually assigned was the
                        odiousness of their own shapes, which all could see in the rest, but not in
                        themselves. He had therefore begun to think it not unwise in us to cover our
                        bodies, and by that invention conceal many of our own deformities from each
                        other, which would else be hardly supportable. But he now found he had been
                        mistaken, and that the dissensions of those brutes in his country were owing
                        to the same cause with ours, as I had described them. For if (said he) you
                        throw among five Yahoos as much food as would be sufficient for fifty, they
                        will, instead of eating peaceably, fall together by the ears, each single
                        one impatient to have all to itself; and therefore a servant was usually
                        employed to stand by while they were <pb n="324"/> feeding abroad, and those
                        kept at home were tied at a distance from each other: that if a cow died of
                        age or accident, before a Houyhnhnm could secure it for his own Yahoos,
                        those in the neighborhood would come in herds to seize it, and then would
                        ensue such a battle as I had described, with terrible wounds made by their
                        claws on both sides, although they seldom were able to kill one another, for
                        want of such convenient instruments of death as we had invented. At other
                        times the like battles have been fought between the Yahoos of several
                        neighborhoods without any visible cause; those of one district watching all
                        opportunities to surprise the next before they are prepared. But if they
                        find their project has miscarried, they return home, and, for want of
                        enemies, engage in what I call a civil war among themselves. </p>
                    <p>That in some fields of his country there are certain shining stones of
                        several colors, whereof the Yahoos are violently fond, and when part of
                        these stones is fixed in the earth, as it sometimes happens, they will dig
                        with their claws for whole days to get them out, then carry them away, and
                        hide them by heaps in their kennels; but still looking round with great
                        caution, for fear their comrades should find out their treasure. My master
                        said he could never discover the reason of this unnatural appetite, or how
                        these stones could be of any use to a Yahoo; but now he believed it might
                        proceed from the same principle of avarice which I had ascribed to mankind:
                        that he had once, by way of experiment, privately removed a heap of these
                            <pb n="325"/> stones from the place where one of his Yahoos had buried
                        it: whereupon the sordid animal missing his treasure, by his loud lamenting
                        brought the whole herd to the place, there miserably howled, then fell to
                        biting and tearing the rest, began to pine away, would neither eat nor sleep
                        nor work, till he ordered a servant privately to convey the stones into the
                        same hole and hide them as before; which when his Yahoo had found, he
                        presently recovered his spirits and good humor, but took good care to remove
                        them to a better hiding place, and has ever since been a very serviceable
                        brute. </p>
                    <p>My master farther assured me, which I also observed myself, that in the
                        fields where the shining stones abound, the fiercest and most frequent
                        battles are fought, occasioned by perpetual inroads of the neighboring
                        Yahoos. </p>
                    <p>He said it was common when two Yahoos discovered such a stone in a field, and
                        were contending which of them should be the proprietor, a third would take
                        the advantage, and carry it away from them both; which my master would needs
                        contend to have some kind of resemblance with our suits at law; wherein I
                        thought it for our credit not to undeceive him; since the decision he
                        mentioned was much more equitable than many decrees among us; because the
                        plaintiff and defendant there lost nothing beside the stone they contended
                        for, whereas our courts of equity would never have dismissed the cause while
                        either of them had any thing left. </p>
                    <p>My master, his discourse, said there was nothing that rendered the Yahoos
                        more odious than <pb n="326"/> their undistinguishing appetite to devour
                        every thing that came in their way, whether herbs, roots, berries, the
                        corrupted flesh of animals, or all mingled together; and it was peculiar in
                        their temper that they were fonder of what they could get by rapine or
                        stealth at a greater distance than much better food provided for them at
                        home. If their prey held out, they would eat till they were ready to burst,
                        after which nature had pointed out to them a certain root that gave them a
                        general evacuation. </p>
                    <p>There was also another kind of root very juicy, but somewhat rare and
                        difficult to be found, which the Yahoos sought for with much eagerness, and
                        would suck it with great delight; and it produced in them the same effects
                        that wine has upon us. It would make them sometimes hug, and sometimes tear
                        one another; they would howl and grin, and chatter, and reel, and tumble,
                        and then fall asleep in the dirt. </p>
                    <p>I did indeed observe that the Yahoos were the only animals in this country
                        subject to any diseases; which, however, were much fewer than horses have
                        among us, and contracted not by any ill treatment they meet with, but by the
                        nastiness and greediness of that sordid brute. Neither has their language
                        any more than a general appellation for those maladies, which is borrowed
                        from the name of the beast, and called Hnea-Yahoo, or the Yahoo's evil, and
                        the cure prescribed is a mixture of their own dung and urine forcibly put
                        down the Yahoo's throat. This I have since often known to have been taken
                        with success, and do freely recommend <pb n="327"/> it to my countrymen, for
                        the public good, as an admirable specific against all diseases produced by
                        repletion. </p>
                    <p>As to learning, government, arts, manufactures, and the like, my master
                        confessed he could find little or no resemblance between the Yahoos of that
                        country and those in ours. For he only meant to observe what parity there
                        was in our natures. He had heard indeed some curious Houyhnhnms observe that
                        in most herds there was a sort of ruling Yahoo (as among us there is
                        generally some leading or principal stag in a park), who was always more
                        deformed in body and mischievous in disposition than any of the rest. That
                        this leader had usually a favorite as like himself as he could get, whose
                        employment was to lick his master's feet and posteriors, and drive the
                        female Yahoos to his kennel; for which he was now and then rewarded with a
                        piece of ass's flesh. This favorite is hated by the whole herd, and
                        therefore to protect himself, keeps always near the person of his leader. He
                        usually continues in office till worse can be found; but the very moment he
                        is discarded, his successor, at the head of all the Yahoos in that district,
                        young and old, male and female, come in a body, and discharge their
                        excrements upon him from head <pb n="328"/> to foot. But how far this might
                        be applicable to our courts and favorites, and ministers of state, my master
                        said I could best determine. </p>
                    <p>I dared make no return to this malicious insinuation, which debased human
                        understanding below the sagacity of a common hound, who has judgment enough
                        to distinguish and follow the cry of the ablest dog in the pack, without
                        being ever mistaken. </p>
                    <p>My master told me there were some qualities remarkable in the Yahoos, which
                        he had not observed me to mention, or at least very slightly, in the
                        accounts I had given him of human kind. He said those animals, like other
                        brutes, had their females in common; but in this they differed, that the she
                        Yahoo would admit the male while she was pregnant; and that the hes would
                        quarrel and fight with the females as fiercely as with each other. Both
                        which practices were such degrees of brutality, that no other sensitive
                        creature ever arrived at. </p>
                    <p>Another thing he wondered at in the Yahoos was their strange disposition to
                        nastiness and dirt, whereas there appears to be a natural love of
                        cleanliness in all other animals. As to the former accusation, I was glad to
                        let it pass without any reply, because I had not a word to offer upon it in
                        defense of my species, which otherwise I certainly had done from my own
                        inclinations. But I could have easily vindicated human kind from the
                        imputation of singularity upon the last article, if there had been any swine
                        in that country (as unluckily for me <pb n="329"/> there were not), which
                        although it may be a sweeter quadruped than a Yahoo, cannot I humbly
                        conceive in justice pretend to more cleanliness; and so his Honor himself
                        must have owned, if he had seen their filthy way of feeding, and their
                        custom of wallowing and sleeping in the mud. </p>
                    <p>My master likewise mentioned another quality which his servants had
                        discovered in several Yahoos, and to him was wholly unaccountable. He said,
                        a fancy would sometimes take a Yahoo to retire into a corner, to lie down
                        and howl and groan, and spurn away all that came near him, although he were
                        young and fat, wanted neither food nor water; nor did the servants imagine
                        what could possibly ail him. And the only remedy they found was to set him
                        to hard work, after which he would infallibly come to himself. To this I was
                        silent out of partiality to my own kind; yet here I could plainly discover
                        the true seeds of spleen, which only seizes on the lazy, the luxurious, and
                        the rich; who, if they were forced to undergo the same regimen, I would
                        undertake for the cure. </p>
                    <p>His Honor had further observed that a female Yahoo would often stand behind a
                        bank or a bush, to gaze on the young males passing by, and then appear, and
                        hide, using many antic gestures and grimaces, at which time it was observed
                        that she had a most offensive smell; and when any of the males advanced,
                        would slowly retire, looking often <pb n="330"/> back, and with a
                        counterfeit show of fear, run off into some convenient place where she knew
                        the male would follow her. </p>
                    <p>At other times if a female stranger came among them, three or four of her own
                        sex would get about her, and stare and chatter, and grin, and smell her all
                        over; and then turn off with gestures that seemed to express contempt and
                        disdain. </p>
                    <p>Perhaps my master might refine a little in these speculations, which he had
                        drawn from what he observed himself, or had been told him by others;
                        however, I could not reflect without some amazement, and much sorrow, that
                        the rudiments of coquetry, censure, and scandal, should have place by
                        instinct in womankind. </p>
                    <p>I expected every moment that my master would accuse the Yahoos of those <ref target="appetites_" corresp="appetites">unnatural appetites in both
                            sexes</ref>
                                <note xml:id="appetites" target="appetities_">That is,
                            homosexual desire. Same-sex desire was stigmatized in the eighteenth
                            century, and men having sex with other men faced prosecution and
                            possibly even the death penalty.</note>, so common among us. But nature,
                        it seems, has not been so expert a school mistress; and these politer
                        pleasures are entirely the productions of art and reason, on our side of the
                        globe. </p>
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                <lb/>
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                    <head>CHAPTER VIII</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italic">The Author relates several particulars of the</hi>
                        Yahoos. <hi rend="italic">The great virtues of the</hi> Houyhnhnms. <hi rend="italic">The education and exercise of their youth. Their general
                            assembly.</hi>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <ref target="Audio35_" corresp="Audio35">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio35" target="Audio35_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_35_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <p>As I ought to have understood human nature much better than I supposed it
                        possible for my master to do, so it was easy to apply the character he gave
                        of the Yahoos to myself and my <pb n="331"/> countrymen; and I believed I
                        could yet make farther discoveries from my own observation. I therefore
                        often begged his favor to let me go among the herds of Yahoos in the
                        neighborhood, to which he always very graciously consented, being perfectly
                        convinced that the hatred I bore those brutes would never suffer me to be
                        corrupted by them; and his Honor ordered one of his servants, a strong
                        sorrel nag, very honest and good-natured, to be my guard, without whose
                        protection I dare not undertake such adventures. For I have already told the
                        reader how much I was pestered by those odious animals upon my first
                        arrival. And I afterwards failed very narrowly three or four times of
                        falling into their clutches, when I happened to stray at any distance
                        without my hanger. And I have reason to believe they had some imagination
                        that I was of their own species, which I often assisted myself, by stripping
                        up my sleeves, and showing my naked arms and breast in their sight, when my
                        protector was with me. At which times they would approach as near as they
                        dare, and imitate my actions after the manner of monkeys, but ever with
                        great signs of hatred; as a tame <ref target="jackdaw_" corresp="jackdaw">jackdaw</ref>
                                <note xml:id="jackdaw" target="jackdaw_">a kind of small
                            crow, with a characteristically white or grey head that looks like a
                            cap</note> with cap and stockings is always persecuted by the wild ones,
                        when he happens to get among them. </p>
                    <p>They are prodigiously nimble from their infancy; however, I once caught a
                        young male of three years old, and endeavored by all marks of tenderness to
                        make it quiet; but the little imp fell a squalling and scratching and biting
                        with such violence that I was forced to let it go; and it was high time, <pb n="332"/> for a whole troop of old ones came about us at the noise, but
                        finding the cub was safe (for away it ran), and my sorrel nag being by, they
                        dare not venture near us. I observed the young animal's flesh to smell very
                        rank, and the stink was somewhat between a weasel and a fox, but much more
                        disagreeable. I forgot another circumstance (and perhaps I might have the
                        reader's pardon if it were wholly omitted), that while I held the odious
                        vermin in my hands, it voided its filthy excrements of a yellow liquid
                        substance, all over my clothes; but by good fortune there was a small brook
                        hard by, where I washed myself as clean as I could; although I dare not come
                        into my master's presence, until I were sufficiently aired. </p>
                    <p>By what I could discover, the Yahoos appear to be the most unteachable of all
                        animals, their capacities never reaching higher than to draw or carry
                        burdens. Yet I am of opinion this defect arises chiefly from a perverse,
                            <ref target="restive_" corresp="restive">restive</ref>
                                <note xml:id="restive" target="restive_">Restless. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> disposition. For they are
                        cunning, malicious, treacherous, and revengeful. They are strong and hardy,
                        but of a cowardly spirit, and by consequence, insolent, abject, and cruel.
                        It is observed that the red haired of both sexes are more <ref target="libidinous_" corresp="libidinous">libidinous</ref>
                                <note xml:id="libidinous" target="libidinous_">Sexful, lustful, or lewd.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>. Red-haired
                            people were stereotypically promiscuous.</note> and mischievous than the
                        rest, whom yet they much exceed in strength and activity. </p>
                    <p>The Houyhnhnms keep the Yahoos for present use in huts not far from the
                        house; but the rest are sent abroad to certain fields, where they dig up
                        roots, eat several kinds of herbs, and search about for carrion, or
                        sometimes catch weasels and luhimuhs <pb n="333"/> (a sort of wild rat),
                        which they greedily devour. Nature has taught them to dig deep holes with
                        their nails on the side of a rising ground, wherein they lie by themselves;
                        only the kennels of the females are larger, sufficient to hold two or three
                        cubs. </p>
                    <p>They swim from their infancy like frogs, and are able to continue long under
                        water, where they often take fish, which the females carry home to their
                        young. And upon this occasion, I hope the reader will pardon my relating an
                        odd adventure. </p>
                    <p>Being one day abroad with my protector, the sorrel nag, and the weather
                        exceeding hot, I entreated him to let me bathe in a river that was near. He
                        consented, and I immediately stripped myself stark naked, and went down
                        softly into the stream. It happened that a young female Yahoo, standing
                        behind a bank, saw the whole proceeding, and inflamed by desire, as the nag
                        and I conjectured, came running with all speed, and leaped into the water,
                        within five yards of the place where I bathed. I was never in my life so
                        terribly frighted; the nag was grazing at some distance, not suspecting any
                        harm. She embraced me after a most <ref target="fulsome_" corresp="fulsome">fulsome</ref>
                                <note xml:id="fulsome" target="fulsome_">generous to the
                            point of excess</note> manner; I roared as loud as I could, and the nag
                        came galloping towards me, whereupon she quitted her grasp, with the utmost
                        reluctancy, and leaped upon the opposite bank, where she stood gazing and
                        howling all the time I was putting on my clothes. </p>
                    <p>This was matter of diversion to my master and his family, as well as of
                        mortification to myself. For now I could no longer deny that I was a real
                            <pb n="334"/> Yahoo in every limb and feature, since the females had a
                        natural <ref target="propensity_" corresp="propensity">propensity</ref>
                                <note xml:id="propensity" target="propensity_">Inclination. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> to me, as one of
                        their own species. Neither was the hair of this brute of a red color (which
                        might have been some excuse for an appetite a little irregular), but black
                        as a <ref target="sloe_" corresp="sloe">sloe</ref>
                                <note xml:id="sloe" target="sloe_">The fruit of a blackthorn. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                        </note>, and her countenance did not make an appearance altogether so
                        hideous as the rest of the kind; for, I think, she could not be above eleven
                        years old. </p>
                    <p>Having lived three years in this country, the reader I suppose will expect
                        that I should, like other travelers, give him some account of the manners
                        and customs of its inhabitants, which it was indeed my principal study to
                        learn. </p>
                    <p>As these noble Houyhnhnms are endowed by nature with a general disposition to
                        all virtues, and have no conceptions or ideas of what is evil in a rational
                        creature, so their grand maxim is to cultivate reason, and to be wholly
                        governed by it. Neither is reason among them a point problematical as with
                        us, where men can argue with plausibility on both sides of the question; but
                        strikes you with immediate conviction; as it must needs do where it is not
                        mingled, obscured, or discolored by passion and interest. I remember it was
                        with extreme difficulty that I could bring my master to understand the
                        meaning of the word opinion, or how a point could be disputable; because
                        reason taught us to affirm or deny only where we are certain, and beyond our
                        knowledge we cannot do either. So that controversies, wranglings, disputes,
                        and positiveness in false or dubious propositions, are evils unknown among
                        the Houyhnhnms. In the like manner <pb n="335"/> when I used to explain to
                        him our several systems of natural philosophy, he would laugh that a
                        creature pretending to reason should value itself upon the knowledge of
                        other people's conjectures, and in things where that knowledge, if it were
                        certain, could be of no use. Wherein he agreed entirely with the sentiments
                        of Socrates, as Plato delivers them; which I mention as the highest honor I
                        can do that prince of philosophers. I have often since reflected what
                        destruction such a doctrine would make in the libraries of Europe, and how
                        many paths to fame would be then shut up in the learned world. </p>
                    <p>Friendship and benevolence are the two principal virtues among the
                        Houyhnhnms, and these not confined to particular objects, but universal to
                        the whole race. For a stranger from the remotest part is equally treated
                        with the nearest neighbor, and wherever he goes looks upon himself as at
                        home. They preserve decency and civility in the highest degrees, but are
                        altogether ignorant of ceremony. They have no fondness for their colts or
                        foals, but the care they take in educating them proceeds entirely from the
                        dictates of reason. And I observed my master to show the same affection to
                        his neighbor's issue that he had for his own. They will have it that nature
                        teaches them to love the whole species, and it is reason only that makes a
                        distinction of persons, where there is a superior degree of virtue. </p>
                    <p>When the matron Houyhnhnms have produced one of each sex, they no longer
                        accompany with their consorts, except they lose one of their issue by <pb n="336"/> some casualty, which very seldom happens; but in such a case
                        they meet again; or when the like accident befalls a person whose wife is
                        past bearing, some other couple bestow on him one of their own colts, and
                        then go together again till the mother is pregnant. This caution is
                        necessary to prevent the country from being overburdened with numbers. But
                        the race of inferior Houyhnhnms bred up to be servants is not so strictly
                        limited upon this article; these are allowed to produce three of each sex,
                        to be domestics in the noble families. </p>
                    <p>In their marriages they are exactly careful to choose such colors as will not
                        make any disagreeable mixture in the breed. Strength is chiefly valued in
                        the male, and comeliness in the female; not upon the account of love, but to
                        preserve the race from degenerating; for where a female happens to excel in
                        strength, a consort is chosen with regard to comeliness. Courtship, love,
                        presents, jointures, settlements, have no place in their thoughts, or terms
                        whereby to express them in their language. The young couple meet and are
                        joined, merely because it is the determination of their parents and friends:
                        it is what they see done every day, and they look upon it as one of the
                        necessary actions of a rational being. But the violation of marriage, or any
                        other unchastity, was never heard of; and the married pair pass their lives
                        with the same friendship and mutual benevolence that they bear to all others
                        of the same species who come in their way; without jealousy, fondness,
                        quarrelling, or discontent. <pb n="337"/>
                    </p>
                    <p>In educating the youth of both sexes, their method is admirable, and highly
                        deserves our imitation. These are not suffered to taste a grain of oats,
                        except upon certain days, till eighteen years old; nor milk, but very
                        rarely; and in summer they graze two hours in the morning, and as long in
                        the evening, which their parents likewise observe; but the servants are not
                        allowed above half that time, and a great part of their grass is brought
                        home, which they eat at the most convenient hours, when they can be best
                        spared from work. </p>
                    <p>Temperance, industry, exercise and cleanliness, are the lessons equally <ref target="enjoined_" corresp="enjoined">enjoined</ref>
                                <note xml:id="enjoined" target="enjoined_">urged upon</note> to the young ones
                        of both sexes; and my master thought it monstrous in us to give the females
                        a different kind of education from the males, except in some articles of
                        domestic management; whereby, as he truly observed, one half of our natives
                        were good for nothing but bringing children into the world; and to trust the
                        care of our children to such useless animals, he said, was yet a greater
                        instance of brutality. </p>
                    <p>But the Houyhnhnms train up their youth to strength, speed, and hardiness, by
                        exercising them in running races up and down steep hills, and over hard
                        stony grounds; and when they are all in a sweat, they are ordered to leap
                        over head and ears into a pond or river. Four times a year the youth of a
                        certain district meet to show their proficiency in running and leaping, and
                        other feats of strength and agility; where the victor is rewarded with a
                        song made in his or her praise. On this festival the servants drive a herd
                        of Yahoos into the field, laden <pb n="338"/> with hay and oats and milk,
                        for a repast to the Houyhnhnms; after which these brutes are immediately
                        driven back again, for fear of being noisome to the assembly. </p>
                    <p>Every fourth year, at the vernal equinox, there is a representative council
                        of the whole nation, which meets in a plain about twenty miles from our
                        house, and continues about five or six days. Here they inquire into the
                        state and condition of the several districts; whether they abound or be
                        deficient in hay or oats, or cows or Yahoos. And wherever there is any want
                        (which is seldom) it is immediately supplied by unanimous consent and
                        contribution. Here likewise the regulation of children is settled: as for
                        instance, if a Houyhnhnm has two males, he changes one of them with another
                        that has two females; and when a child has been lost by any casualty, where
                        the mother is past breeding, it is determined what family in the district
                        shall breed another to supply the loss. </p>
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                <lb/>
                <div type="chapter" n="9">
                    <head>CHAPTER IX</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italics">A grand debate at the general assembly of the</hi>
                        Houyhnhnms, <hi rend="italics">and how it was determined. The learning of
                            the </hi>Houyhnhnms. <hi rend="italics">Their buildings. Their manner of
                            burials. The defectiveness of their language.</hi>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <ref target="Audio36_" corresp="Audio36">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio36" target="Audio36_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_36_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <p>One of these grand assemblies was held in my time, about three months before
                        my departure, whither my master went as the representative of our district.
                        In this council was resumed <pb n="339"/> their old debate, and indeed, the
                        only debate which ever happened in that country; whereof my master after his
                        return gave me a very particular account. </p>
                    <p>The question to be debated was whether the Yahoos should be exterminated from
                        the face of the earth. One of the members for the affirmative offered
                        several arguments of great strength and weight, alleging that as the Yahoos
                        were the most filthy, noisome, and deformed animal which nature ever
                        produced, so they were the most restive and <ref target="indocible_" corresp="indocible">indocible</ref>
                                <note xml:id="indocible" target="indocible_">Unteachable. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford
                                English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, mischievous and malicious: they
                        would privately suck the teats of the Houyhnhnms' cows, kill and devour
                        their cats, trample down their oats and grass, if they were not continually
                        watched, and commit a thousand other extravagancies. He took notice of a
                        general tradition, that Yahoos had not been always in that country; but that
                        many ages ago two of these brutes appeared together upon a mountain, whether
                        produced by the heat of the sun upon corrupted mud and slime, or from the
                        ooze and froth of the sea, was never known. That these Yahoos <ref target="engendered_" corresp="engendered">engendered</ref>
                                <note xml:id="engendered" target="engendered_">Reproduced. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, and their brood
                        in a short time grew so numerous as to overrun and infest the whole nation.
                        That the Houyhnhnms to get rid of this evil, made a general hunting, and at
                        last enclosed the whole herd; and destroying the elder, every Houyhnhnm kept
                        two young ones in a kennel, and brought them to such a degree of tameness,
                        as an animal so savage by nature can be capable of acquiring; using them for
                        draught and carriage. That there seemed to be much truth in this tradition,
                        and that those creatures <pb n="340"/> could not be <hi rend="italic">Ylnhniamshy </hi>(or aborigines of the land), because of the violent
                        hatred the Houyhnhnms, as well as all other animals, bore them; which
                        although their evil disposition sufficiently deserved, could never have
                        arrived at so high a degree, if they had been aborigines, or else they would
                        have long since been rooted out. That the inhabitants taking a fancy to use
                        the service of the Yahoos, had very imprudently neglected to cultivate the
                        breed of asses, which were a comely animal, easily kept, more tame and
                        orderly, without any offensive smell, strong enough for labor, although they
                        yield to the other in agility of body; and if their braying be no agreeable
                        sound, it is far preferable to the horrible howlings of the Yahoos. </p>
                    <p>Several others declared their sentiments to the same purpose, when my master
                        proposed an expedient to the assembly, whereof he had indeed borrowed the
                        hint from me. He approved of the tradition mentioned by the honorable member
                        who spoke before, and affirmed that the two Yahoos said to be first seen
                        among them had been driven there over the sea; that coming to land and being
                        forsaken by their companions they retired to the mountains, and degenerating
                        by degrees, became in process of time, much more savage than those of their
                        own species in the country from where these two originals came. The reason
                        of his assertion was that he had now in his possession a certain wonderful
                        Yahoo (meaning myself), which most of them had heard of, and many of them
                        had seen. He then related to them how he first found me; that <pb n="341"/>
                        my body was all covered with an artificial composure of the skins and hairs
                        of other animals; that I spoke in a language of my own, and had thoroughly
                        learned theirs; that I had related to him the accidents which brought me
                        there; that when he saw me without my covering I was an exact Yahoo in every
                        part, only of a whiter color, less hairy, and with shorter claws. He added
                        how I had endeavored to persuade him that in my own and other countries the
                        Yahoos acted as the governing, rational animal, and held the Houyhnhnms in
                        servitude; that he observed in me all the qualities of a Yahoo, only a
                        little more civilized by some tincture of reason, which however was in a
                        degree as far inferior to the Houyhnhnm race as the Yahoos of their country
                        were to me; that among other things I mentioned a custom we had of
                        castrating Houyhnhnms when they were young, in order to render them tame;
                        that the operation was easy and safe; that it was no shame to learn wisdom
                        from brutes, as industry is taught by the ant, and building by the swallow.
                        (For so I translate the word <hi rend="italic">lyhannh</hi>, although it be
                        a much larger fowl.) That this invention might be practiced upon the younger
                        Yahoos here, which, besides rendering them tractable and fitter for use,
                        would in an age put an end to the whole species without destroying life.
                        That in the meantime the Houyhnhnms should be exhorted to cultivate the
                        breed of asses, which, as they are in all respects more valuable brutes, so
                        they have this advantage, to be fit for service at five years old, which the
                        others are not till twelve. <pb n="342"/>
                    </p>
                    <p>This was all my master thought fit to tell me at that time of what passed in
                        the grand council. But he was pleased to conceal one particular, which
                        related personally to myself, whereof I soon felt the unhappy effect, as the
                        reader will know in its proper place, and from which I date all the
                        succeeding misfortunes of my life. </p>
                    <p>The Houyhnhnms have no letters, and consequently their knowledge is all
                        traditional. But there happening few events of any moment among a people so
                        well united, naturally disposed to every virtue, wholly governed by reason,
                        and cut off from all commerce with other nations, the historical part is
                        easily preserved without burdening their memories. I have already observed
                        that they are subject to no diseases, and therefore can have no need of
                        physicians. However, they have excellent medicines composed of herbs, to
                        cure accidental bruises and cuts in the pastern or frog of the foot by sharp
                        stones, as well as other maims and hurts in the several parts of the body. </p>
                    <p>They calculate the year by the revolution of the sun and the moon, but use no
                        subdivisions into weeks. They are well enough acquainted with the motions of
                        those two luminaries, and understand the nature of eclipses; and this is the
                        utmost progress of their astronomy. </p>
                    <p>In poetry they must be allowed to excel all other mortals; wherein the
                        justness of their similes, and the minuteness, as well as exactness of their
                        descriptions, are indeed inimitable. Their verses abound very much in both
                        of these, and usually <pb n="343"/> contain either some exalted notions of
                        friendship and benevolence, or the praises of those who were victors in
                        races and other bodily exercises. Their buildings, although very rude and
                        simple, are not inconvenient, but well contrived to defend them from all
                        injuries of cold and heat. They have a kind of tree, which at forty years
                        old loosens in the root, and falls with the first storm: they grow very
                        straight, and being pointed like stakes with a sharp stone (for the
                        Houyhnhnms know not the use of iron), they stick them erect in the ground
                        about ten inches asunder, and then weave in oat straw, or sometimes wattles
                        betwixt them. The roof is made after the same manner, and so are the doors. </p>
                    <p>The Houyhnhnms use the hollow part between the pastern and the hoof of their
                        fore feet as we do our hands, and this with greater dexterity than I could
                        at first imagine. I have seen a white mare of our family thread a needle
                        (which I lent her on purpose) with that joint. They milk their cows, reap
                        their oats, and do all the work which requires hands, in the same manner.
                        They have a kind of hard flints, which by grinding against other stones,
                        they form into instruments, that serve instead of wedges, axes, and hammers.
                        With tools made of these flints they likewise cut their hay and reap their
                        oats, which there groweth naturally in several fields: the Yahoos draw home
                        the <ref target="sheaves_" corresp="sheaves">sheaves</ref>
                                <note xml:id="sheaves" target="sheaves_">Bundles of crops or wheat. Source:
                                <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> in
                        carriages, and the servants tread them in certain covered huts, to get out
                        the grain, which is kept in <pb n="344"/> stores. They make a rude kind of
                        earthen and wooden vessels, and bake the former in the sun. </p>
                    <p>If they can avoid casualties, they die only of old age, and are buried in the
                        most obscure places that can be found, their friends and relations
                        expressing neither joy nor grief at their departure; nor does the dying
                        person discover the least regret that he is leaving the world, any more than
                        if he were upon returning home from a visit to one of his neighbors. I
                        remember my master having once made an appointment with a friend and his
                        family to come to his house upon some affair of importance, on the day fixed
                        the mistress and her two children came very late; she made two excuses,
                        first for her husband, who, as she said, happened that very morning to <hi rend="italics">shnuwnh</hi>. The word is strongly expressive in their
                        language, but not easily rendered into English; it signifies, to retire to
                        his first mother. Her excuse for not coming sooner was that her husband
                        dying late in the morning, she was a good while consulting her servants
                        about a convenient place where his body should be laid; and I observed she
                        behaved herself at our house as cheerfully as the rest, and died about three
                        months after. </p>
                    <p>They live generally to seventy or seventy-five years, very seldom to <ref target="fourscore_" corresp="fourscore">fourscore</ref>
                                <note xml:id="fourscore" target="fourscore_">Eighty. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>: some weeks before their
                        death they feel a gradual decay, but without pain. During this time they are
                        much visited by their friends, because they cannot go abroad with their
                        usual ease and satisfaction. However, about ten days before their death,
                        which <pb n="345"/> they seldom fail in computing, they return the visits
                        that have been made them by those who are nearest in the neighborhood, being
                        carried in a convenient sledge drawn by Yahoos; which vehicle they use, not
                        only upon this occasion, but when they grow old, upon long journeys, or when
                        they are lamed by any accident. And therefore when the dying Houyhnhnms
                        return those visits, they take a solemn leave of their friends, as if they
                        were going to some remote part of the country, where they designed to pass
                        the rest of their lives. </p>
                    <p>I know not whether it may be worth observing that the Houyhnhnms have no word
                        in their language to express any thing that is evil, except what they borrow
                        from the deformities or ill qualities of the Yahoos. Thus they denote the
                        folly of a servant, an omission of a child, a stone that cuts their feet, a
                        continuance of foul or unseasonable weather, and the like, by adding to each
                        the epithet of Yahoo. For instance, <hi rend="italics">Hhnm </hi>Yahoo, <hi rend="italics">Whnaholm </hi>Yahoo, <hi rend="italics">Ynlhmndwihlma
                        </hi>Yahoo, and an ill-contrived house <hi rend="italics">Ynholmhnmrohlnw
                        </hi>Yahoo. </p>
                    <p>I could with great pleasure enlarge further upon the manners and virtues of
                        this excellent people; but intending in a short time to publish a volume by
                        itself expressly upon that subject, I refer the reader there, and in the
                        meantime, proceed to relate my own sad catastrophe. <pb n="346"/>
                    </p>
                </div>

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                    <head>CHAPTER X</head>

                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italic">The Author's oeconomy, and happy life, among the</hi>
                        Houyhnhnms. <hi rend="italic">His great improvement in virtue by conversing
                            with them. Their conversations. The Author hath notice given him by his
                            master, that he must depart from the country. He falls into a swoon for
                            grief; but submits. He contrives, and finishes a canoo, by the help of a
                            fellow-servant, and puts to sea at a venture.</hi>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
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                                <ref target="Audio37_" corresp="Audio37">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio37" target="Audio37_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_37_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
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                    <p>I had settled my little economy to my own heart's content. My master had
                        ordered a room to be made for me after their manner, about six yards from
                        the house; the sides and floors of which I plastered with clay, and covered
                        with <ref target="rushmats_" corresp="rushmats">rushmats</ref>
                                <note xml:id="rushmats" target="rushmats">Mats woven together out of reeds or
                            rushes.</note> of my own contriving; I had beaten hemp, which there
                        grows wild, and made of it a sort of ticking; this I filled with the
                        feathers of several birds I had taken with springes made of Yahoos' hairs,
                        and were excellent food. I had worked two chairs with my knife, the sorrel
                        nag helping me in the grosser and more laborious part. When my clothes were
                        worn to rags, I made myself others with the skins of rabbits, and of a
                        certain beautiful animal about the same size, called <hi rend="italic">nnuhnoh</hi>, the skin of which is <pb n="347"/> covered with a fine
                        down. Of these I likewise made very tolerable stockings. I soled my shoes
                        with wood which I cut from a tree and fitted to the upper leather, and when
                        this was worn out, I supplied it with the skins of Yahoos dried in the sun.
                        I often got honey out of hollow trees, which I mingled with water, or ate
                        with my bread. No man could more verify the truth of these two maxims, That
                        nature is very easily satisfied; and That necessity is the mother of
                        invention. I enjoyed perfect health of body, and tranquillity of mind; I did
                        not feel the treachery or inconstancy of a friend, nor the injuries of a
                        secret or open enemy. I had no occasion of bribing, flattering, or pimping
                        to procure the favor of any great man or of his minion. I wanted no fence
                        against fraud or oppression; here was neither physician to destroy my body,
                        nor lawyer to ruin my fortune; no informer to watch my words and actions, or
                        forge accusations against me for hire; here were no <ref target="gibers_" corresp="gibers">gibers</ref>
                                <note xml:id="gibers" target="gibers_">Taunters. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                            Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, <ref target="censures_" corresp="censures">censures</ref>
                                <note xml:id="censures" target="censures_">One who blames
                            or condemns others. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, <ref target="backbiters_" corresp="backbiters">backbiters</ref>
                                <note xml:id="backbiters" target="backbiters_">Similar to a backstabber or someone who talks
                            behind your back. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, pickpockets, highwaymen, housebreakers,
                        attorneys, bawds, buffoons, gamesters, politicians, wits, <ref target="splenetics_" corresp="splenetics">splenetics</ref>
                                <note xml:id="splenetics" target="spelenetics">According to the "humours"
                            theory of human personality, in which people's dispositions were
                            determined by the mixture of humours or fluids in their body, a
                            "spenetic" person would be angry, spiteful, ill-tempered.</note>,
                        tedious talkers, controvertists, <ref target="ravishers_" corresp="ravishers">ravishers</ref>
                                <note xml:id="ravishers" target="ravishers_">Rapists</note>, murderers, robbers, virtuosos; no
                        leaders or followers of party and faction; no encouragers to vice, by
                        seducement or examples; no dungeon, axes, gibbets, whipping posts, or <ref target="pillories_" corresp="pillories">pillories</ref>
                                <note xml:id="pillories" target="pillories">Wooden structures in which people
                            sentenced for certain kinds of crimes in this period (such as seditious
                            libel) would have their head and hands immobilized for the sake of
                            public humiliation.</note>; no cheating shopkeepers or mechanics; no
                        pride, vanity, or affectation; no <ref target="fops_" corresp="fops">fops</ref>
                                <note xml:id="fops" target="fops_">Fools. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, bullies,
                        drunkards, strolling whores, or <ref target="poxes_" corresp="poxes">poxes</ref>
                                <note xml:id="poxes" target="poxes_">Diseases, in particular
                            sexually-transmitted diseases like syphilis.</note>; no ranting, lewd,
                        expensive wives; no stupid, proud <ref target="pedants_" corresp="pedants">pedants</ref>
                                <note xml:id="pedants" target="pedants_">boring
                            teachers</note>; no importunate, overbearing, quarrelsome, noisy,
                        roaring, <pb n="348"/> empty, conceited, swearing companions; no scoundrels,
                        raised from the dust for the sake of their vices, or nobility thrown into it
                        on account of their virtues: no lords, fiddlers, judges, or dancing masters. </p>
                    <p>I had the favor of being admitted to several Houyhnhnms, who came to visit or
                        dine with my master; where his Honor graciously suffered me to wait in the
                        room, and listen to their discourse. Both he and his company would often
                        descend to ask me questions, and receive my answers. I had also sometimes
                        the honor of attending my master in his visits to others. I never presumed
                        to speak, except in answer to a question; and then I did it with inward
                        regret, because it was a loss of so much time for improving myself; but I
                        was infinitely delighted with the station of an humble auditor in such
                        conversations, where nothing passed but what was useful, expressed in the
                        fewest and most significant words; where the greatest decency was observed,
                        without the least degree of ceremony; where no person spoke without being
                        pleased himself, and pleasing his companions; where there was no
                        interruption, tediousness, heat, or difference of sentiments. They have a
                        notion that when people are met together, a silence does much improve
                        conversation: this I found to be true; for during those little intermissions
                        of talk, new ideas would arise in their thoughts, which very much enlivened
                        the discourse. Their subjects are generally on friendship and benevolence,
                        or order and economy; sometimes upon the visible operations <pb n="349"/> of
                        nature, or ancient traditions; upon the bounds and limits of virtue; upon
                        the unerring rules of reason, or upon some determinations to be taken at the
                        next great assembly; and often upon the various excellencies of poetry. I
                        may add without vanity that my presence often gave them sufficient matter
                        for discourse, because it afforded my master an occasion of letting his
                        friends into the history of me and my country, upon which they were all
                        pleased to <ref target="descant_" corresp="descant">descant</ref>
                                <note xml:id="descant" target="descant_">To comment on. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> in a manner not
                        very advantageous to human kind; and for that reason I shall not repeat what
                        they said: only I may be allowed to observe that his Honor, to my great
                        admiration, appeared to understand the nature of Yahoos in all countries
                        much better than myself. He went through all our vices and follies, and
                        discovered many which I had never mentioned to him, by only supposing what
                        qualities a Yahoo of their country, with a small proportion of reason, might
                        be capable of exerting; and concluded, with too much probability, how vile
                        as well as miserable such a creature must be. </p>
                    <p>I freely confess that all the little knowledge I have of any value was
                        acquired by the lectures I received from my master, and from hearing the
                        discourses of him and his friends; to which I should be prouder to listen
                        than to dictate to the greatest and wisest assembly in Europe. I admired the
                        strength, comeliness, and speed of the inhabitants; and such a constellation
                        of virtues in such amiable persons produced in me the highest veneration. At
                        first, indeed, I did not feel that natural awe which the Yahoos and all
                        other animals bear towards them; <pb n="350"/> but it grew upon me by
                        degrees, much sooner than I imagined, and was mingled with a respectful love
                        and gratitude, that they would condescend to distinguish me from the rest of
                        my species. </p>
                    <p>When I thought of my family, my friends, my countrymen, or human race in
                        general, I considered them as they really were, Yahoos in shape and
                        disposition, perhaps a little more civilized, and qualified with the gift of
                        speech, but making no other use of reason than to improve and multiply those
                        vices whereof their brethren in this country had only the share that nature
                        allotted them. When I happened to behold the reflection of my own form in a
                        lake or fountain, I turned away my face in horror and detestation of myself,
                        and could better endure the sight of a common Yahoo than of my own person.
                        By conversing with the Houyhnhnms, and looking upon them with delight, I
                        fell to imitate their gait and gesture, which is now grown into an habit,
                        and my friends often tell me in a blunt way, that I trot like a horse;
                        which, however, I take for a great compliment. Neither shall I disown that
                        in speaking I am apt to fall into the voice and manner of the Houyhnhnms,
                        and hear myself ridiculed on that account without the least mortification. </p>
                    <p>In the midst of all this happiness, and when I looked upon myself to be fully
                        settled for life, my master sent for me one morning a little earlier than
                        his usual hour. I observed by his countenance that he was in some
                        perplexity, and at a loss how to begin what he had to speak. After a short
                        silence <pb n="351"/> he told me he did not know how I would take what he
                        was going to say; that in the last general assembly, when the affair of the
                        Yahoos was entered upon, the representatives had taken offense at his
                        keeping a Yahoo (meaning myself) in his family more like a Houyhnhnm than a
                        brute animal. That he was known frequently to converse with me, as if he
                        could receive some advantage or pleasure in my company; that such a practice
                        was not agreeable to reason or nature, nor a thing ever heard of before
                        among them. The assembly did therefore exhort him, either to employ me like
                        the rest of my species, or command me to swim back to the place from where I
                        came. That the first of these expedients was utterly rejected by all the
                        Houyhnhnms who had ever seen me at his house or their own: for they alleged
                        that because I had some rudiments of reason, added to the natural <ref target="pravity_" corresp="pravity">pravity</ref>
                                <note xml:id="pravity" target="pravity_">Perversion. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> of those animals, it was to be feared I might
                        be able to seduce them into the woody and mountainous parts of the country,
                        and bring them in troops by night to destroy the Houyhnhnms cattle, as being
                        naturally of the ravenous kind, and averse from labor. </p>
                    <p>My master added that he was daily pressed by the Houyhnhnms of the
                        neighborhood to have the assembly's exhortation executed, which he could not
                        put off much longer. He doubted it would be impossible for me to swim to
                        another country, and therefore wished I would contrive some sort of vehicle
                        resembling those I had described to him, that might carry me on the sea; in
                        which work I should <pb n="352"/> have the assistance of his own servants,
                        as well as those of his neighbors. He concluded that for his own part he
                        could have been content to keep me in his service as long as I lived;
                        because he found I had cured myself of some bad habits and dispositions, by
                        endeavoring, as far as my inferior nature was capable, to imitate the
                        Houyhnhnms. </p>
                    <p>I should here observe to the reader, that a decree of the general assembly in
                        this country is expressed by the word <hi rend="italic">hnhloayn</hi>, which
                        signifies an exhortation, as near as I can render it; for they have no
                        conception how a rational creature can be compelled, but only advised or
                        exhorted, because no person can disobey reason without giving up his claim
                        to be a rational creature. </p>
                    <p>I was struck with the utmost grief and despair at my master's discourse, and
                        being unable to support the agonies I was under, I fell into a swoon at his
                        feet; when I came to myself he told me that he concluded I had been dead
                        (for these people are subject to no such imbecilities of nature). I answered
                        in a faint voice that death would have been too great a happiness; that
                        although I could not blame the assembly's exhortation, or the urgency of his
                        friends, yet, in my weak and corrupt judgment, I thought it might consist
                        with reason to have been less rigorous. That I could not swim a league, and
                        probably the nearest land to theirs might be distant above a hundred; that
                        many materials necessary for making a small vessel to carry me off, were
                        wholly wanting in this country, which, however, I would attempt in obedience
                            <pb n="353"/> and gratitude to his Honor, although I concluded the thing
                        to be impossible, and therefore looked on myself as already devoted to
                        destruction. That the certain prospect of an unnatural death was the least
                        of my evils; for supposing I should escape with life by some strange
                        adventure, how could I think with temper of passing my days among Yahoos,
                        and relapsing into my old corruptions, for want of examples to lead and keep
                        me within the paths of virtue? That I knew too well upon what solid reasons
                        all the determinations of the wise Houyhnhnms were founded, not to be shaken
                        by arguments of mine, a miserable Yahoo; and therefore, after presenting him
                        with my humble thanks for the offer of his servants' assistance in making a
                        vessel, and desiring a reasonable time for so difficult a work, I told him I
                        would endeavor to preserve a wretched being; and if ever I returned to
                        England, was not without hopes of being useful to my own species by
                        celebrating the praises of the renowned Houyhnhnms, and proposing their
                        virtues to the imitation of mankind. </p>
                    <p>My master in a few words made me a very gracious reply, allowed me the space
                        of two months to finish my boat; and ordered the sorrel nag, my fellow
                        servant (for so this distance I may presume to call him) to follow my
                        instructions, because I told my master that his help would be sufficient,
                        and I knew he had a tenderness for me. </p>
                    <p>In his company my first business was to go to that part of the coast where my
                        rebellious crew had ordered me to be set on shore. I got upon a <pb n="354"/> height, and looking on every side into the sea, fancied I saw a small
                        island towards the northeast: I took out my pocket-glass, and could then
                        clearly distinguish it about <ref target="five_leagues_" corresp="five_leagues">five leagues</ref>
                                <note xml:id="five_leagues" target="five_leagues_">About seventeen miles.</note> off, as I computed;
                        but it appeared to the sorrel nag to be only a blue cloud; for as he had no
                        conception of any country beside his own, so he could not be as expert in
                        distinguishing remote objects at sea as we who so much converse in that
                        element. </p>
                    <p>After I had discovered this island, I considered no farther; but resolved it
                        should, if possible, be the first place of my banishment, leaving the
                        consequence to fortune. </p>
                    <p>I returned home, and consulting with the sorrel nag, we went into a <ref target="copse_" corresp="copse">copse</ref>
                                <note xml:id="copse" target="copse_">A thicket of trees or underbrush. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> at some
                        distance, where I with my knife, and he with a sharp flint fastened very
                        artificially after their manner to a wooden handle, cut down several oak
                        wattles about the thickness of a walking-staff, and some larger pieces. But
                        I shall not trouble the reader with a particular description of my own
                        mechanics; let it suffice to say that in six weeks time, with the help of
                        the sorrel nag, who performed the parts that required most labor, I finished
                        a sort of Indian canoe, but much larger, covering it with the skins of
                        Yahoos well stitched together, with hempen threads of my own making. My sail
                        was likewise composed of the skins of the same animal; but I made use of the
                        youngest I could get, the older being too tough <pb n="355"/> and thick; and
                        I likewise provided myself with four paddles. I laid in a stock of boiled
                        flesh, of rabbits and fowls, and took with me two vessels, one filled with
                        milk and the other with water. </p>
                    <p>I tried my canoe in a large pond near my master's house, and then corrected
                        in it what was amiss; stopping all the chinks with Yahoos' <ref target="tallow_" corresp="tallow">tallow</ref>
                                <note xml:id="tallow" target="tallow_">animal fat</note>, till I found it <ref target="staunch_" corresp="staunch">staunch</ref>
                                <note xml:id="staunch" target="staunch_">Watertight. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English
                                Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, and able to bear me and my freight. And when
                        it was as complete as I could possibly make it, I had it drawn on a carriage
                        very gently by Yahoos to the seaside, under the conduct of the sorrel nag
                        and another servant. </p>
                    <p>When all was ready, and the day came for my departure, I took leave of my
                        master and lady and the whole family, my eyes flowing with tears, and my
                        heart quite sunk with grief. But his Honor, out of curiosity, and perhaps
                        (if I may speak it without vanity) partly out of kindness, was determined to
                        see me in my canoe, and got several of his neighboring friends to accompany
                        him. I was forced to wait above an hour for the tide, and then observing the
                        wind very fortunately bearing towards the island to which I intended to
                        steer my course, I took a second leave of my master; but as I was going to
                        prostrate myself to kiss his hoof, he did me the honor to raise it gently to
                        my mouth. I am not ignorant how much I have been <ref target="censured_" corresp="censured">censured</ref>
                                <note xml:id="censured" target="censured_">Judged harshly.</note> for mentioning this last
                        particular. For my detractors are pleased to think it improbable that so
                        illustrious a person should descend to give so great a mark of distinction
                        to a creature so inferior as I. Neither have I forgot how apt some travelers
                            <pb n="356"/> are to boast of extraordinary favors they have received.
                        But if these censurers were better acquainted with the noble and courteous
                        disposition of the Houyhnhnms, they would soon change their opinion. </p>
                    <p>I paid my respects to the rest of the Houyhnhnms in his Honor's company; then
                        getting into my canoe, I pushed off from shore. </p>
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                    <head>CHAPTER XI</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italic">The Author's dangerous voyage. He arrives at </hi>
                        <ref target="New-Holland_" corresp="New-Holland">New-Holland</ref>
                                <note xml:id="New-Holland" target="New-Holland_">The landmass now known as
                            Australia; in Swift's period, Europeans most often called it "New
                            Holland" after the name given to it by Abel Tasman, a Dutch explorer, in
                            the 1640s. </note>, <hi rend="italic">hoping to settle there. Is wounded
                            with an arrow by one of the natives. Is seized and carried by force into
                            a Portugueze ship</hi>. The great civilities of the captain. The Author
                        arrives at England.</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <ref target="Audio38_" corresp="Audio38">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio38" target="Audio38_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_38_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
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                    <lb/>

                    <p>I began this desperate voyage on February 15, 1714-15, at 9 o'clock in the
                        morning. The wind was very favorable; however, I made use at first only of
                        my paddles; but considering I should soon be weary, and that the wind might
                        chop about, I ventured set up my little sail; and thus with the help of the
                        tide I went at the rate of a league and a half an hour, as near as I could
                        guess. My master and his friends continued on the shore till I was almost
                        out of sight; and I often heard the sorrel nag (who always loved me) crying
                        out, <hi rend="italic">Hnuy illa nyha majah</hi> Yahoo, Take care of
                        thyself, gentle Yahoo. </p>
                    <p>My design was, if possible, to discover some small island uninhabited, yet
                        sufficient by my labor to <pb n="357"/> furnish me with the necessaries of
                        life, which I would have thought a greater happiness than to be first
                        minister in the politest court of Europe; so horrible was the idea I
                        conceived of returning to live in the society and under the government of
                        Yahoos. For in such a solitude as I desired I could at least enjoy my own
                        thoughts, and reflect with delight on the virtues of those inimitable
                        Houyhnhnms, without any opportunity of degenerating into the vices and
                        corruptions of my own species. </p>
                    <p>The reader may remember what I related when my crew conspired against me and
                        confined me to my cabin. How I continued there several weeks without knowing
                        what course we took; and when I was put ashore in the long-boat, how the
                        sailors told me with oaths, whether true or false, that not in what part of
                        the world we were. However, I did then believe us to be about ten degrees
                        southward of the <ref target="Cape_" corresp="Cape">Cape of Good
                            Hope</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Cape" target="Cape_">The Cape of Good Hope is
                            the southern tip of Africa.</note>, or about 45' degrees southern
                        latitude, as I gathered from some general words I overheard among them,
                        being I supposed to the southeast in their intended voyage to Madagascar.
                        And although this were but little better than conjecture, I resolved to
                        steer my course eastward, hoping to reach the south-west coast of New
                        Holland, and perhaps some such island as I desired, lying westward of it.
                        The wind was full west, and by six in the evening I computed I had gone
                        eastward at least eighteen leagues, when I spied a very small island about
                        half a league off, which I soon reached. <pb n="358"/> It was nothing but a
                        rock, with one creek, naturally arched by the force of tempests. Here I put
                        in my canoe, and climbing up a part of the rock, I could plainly discover
                        land to the east, extending from south to north. I lay all night in my
                        canoe; and repeating my voyage early in the morning, I arrived in seven
                        hours to the south-east point of New Holland. This confirmed me in the
                        opinion I have long entertained, that the maps and charts place this country
                        at least three degrees more to the east than it really is; which thought I
                        communicated many years ago to my worthy friend Mr. Herman Moll, and gave
                        him my reasons for it, although he has rather chosen to follow other
                        authors. </p>
                    <p>I saw no inhabitants in the place where I landed, and being unarmed, I was
                        afraid of venturing far into the country. I found some shellfish on the
                        shore, and ate them raw, not daring to kindle a fire, for fear of being
                        discovered by the natives. I continued three days feeding on oysters and
                            <ref target="limpets_" corresp="limpets">limpets</ref>
                                <note xml:id="limpets" target="limpets_">An edible aquatic snail, with a shell
                            like a clam or scallop.</note>, to save my own provisions; and I
                        fortunately found a brook of excellent water, which gave me great relief. </p>
                    <p>On the fourth day, venturing out early a little too far, I saw twenty or
                        thirty natives upon a height, not above five hundred yards from me. They
                        were stark naked, men, women, and children, round a fire, as I could
                        discover by the smoke. One of them spied me, and gave notice to the rest;
                        five of them advanced towards me, leaving the women and children at the
                        fire. I made what haste I could to the shore, and getting into my <pb n="359"/> canoe, shoved off: the savages observing me retreat, ran after
                        me; and before I could get far enough into the sea, discharged an arrow,
                        which wounded me deeply on the inside of my left knee (I shall carry the
                        mark to my grave). I apprehended the arrow might be poisoned, and paddling
                        out of the reach of their darts (being a calm day), I made a shift to suck
                        the wound and dress it as well as I could. </p>
                    <p>I was at a loss what to do, for I durst not return to the same landing-place,
                        but stood to the north, and was forced to paddle; for the wind, though very
                        gentle, was against me, blowing northwest. As I was looking about for a
                        secure landing-place, I saw a sail to the north-northeast, which appearing
                        every minute more visible, I was in some doubt whether I should wait for
                        them or no; but at last my detestation of the Yahoo race prevailed, and
                        turning my canoe, I sailed and paddled together to the south, and got into
                        the same creek from whence I set out in the morning, choosing rather to
                        trust myself among these barbarians, than live with European Yahoos. I drew
                        up my canoe as close as I could to the shore, and hid myself behind a stone
                        by the little brook, which, as I have already said, was excellent water. </p>
                    <p>The ship came within<ref target="league_" corresp="league">half a
                            league</ref>
                                <note xml:id="league" target="league_">Just under two
                            miles.</note> of this creek, and sent her long-boat with vessels to take
                        in fresh water (for the place it seems was very well known), but I did not
                        observe it till the boat was almost on shore, and it was too late to seek
                        another hiding-place. The seamen at their landing <pb n="360"/> observed my
                        canoe, and rummaging it all over, easily conjectured that the owner could
                        not be far off. Four of them well armed searched every cranny and
                        lurking-hole, till at last they found me flat on my face behind the stone.
                        They gazed awhile in admiration at my strange uncouth dress, my coat made of
                        skins, my wooden-soled shoes, and my furred stockings; from whence, however,
                        they concluded I was not a native of the place, who all go naked. One of the
                        seamen in Portuguese bid me rise, and asked who I was. I understood that
                        language very well, and getting upon feet, said I was a poor Yahoo, banished
                        from the Houyhnhnms, and desired they would please to let me depart. They
                        admired to hear me answer them in their own tongue, and saw by my complexion
                        I must be a European, but were at a loss to know what I meant by Yahoos and
                        Houyhnhnms, and at the same time fell a laughing at my strange tone in
                        speaking, which resembled the neighing of a horse. I trembled all the while
                        between fear and hatred: I again desired leave to depart, and was gently
                        moving to my canoe; but they laid hold of me, desiring to know what country
                        I was of, whence I came, with many other questions. I told them I was born
                        in England, from whence I came about five years ago, and then their country
                        and ours were at peace. I therefore hoped they would not treat me as an
                        enemy, since I meant them no harm, but was a poor Yahoo, seeking some
                        desolate place where to pass the remainder of his unfortunate life. <pb n="361"/>
                    </p>
                    <p>When they began to talk, I thought I never heard or saw any thing so
                        unnatural; for it appeared to me as dog or a cow should speak in England, or
                        a Yahoo in Houyhnhnm-land The honest Portuguese were equally amazed at my
                        strange dress, and the odd manner of delivering my words, which however they
                        understood very well. They spoke to me with great humanity, and said they
                        were sure the Captain would carry me <hi rend="italic">gratis </hi>to <ref target="Lisbon_" corresp="Lisbon">Lisbon</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Lisbon" target="Lisbon_">Lisbon is the capital city of Portugal.</note>, from
                        whence I might return to my own country; that two of the seamen would go
                        back to the ship, inform the Captain of what they had seen, and receive his
                        order; in the mean time, unless I would give my solemn oath not to fly, they
                        would secure me by force. I thought it best to comply with their proposal.
                        They were very curious to know my story, but I gave them very little
                        satisfaction; and they all conjectured my misfortunes had impaired my
                        reason. In two hours the boat, which went laden with vessels of water,
                        returned with the Captain's command to fetch me on board. I fell on my knees
                        to preserve my liberty; but all was in vain, and the men having tied me with
                        cords, heaved me into the boat, from whence I was taken into the ship, and
                        from thence into the Captain's cabin. </p>
                    <p>His name was Pedro de Mendez; he was a very courteous and generous person; he
                        entreated me to give some account of myself, and desired to know what I
                        would eat or drink; said I should be used as well as himself, and spoke so
                        many obliging things, that I wondered to find such civilities from <pb n="362"/> a Yahoo. However, I remained silent and sullen; I was ready to
                        faint at the very smell of him and his men. At last I desired something to
                        eat out of my own canoe; but he ordered me a chicken and some excellent
                        wine, and then directed that I should be put to bed in a very clean cabin. I
                        would not undress myself, but lay on the bed-clothes, and in half an hour
                        stole out, when I thought the crew was at dinner, and getting to the side of
                        the ship was going to leap into the sea, and swim for my life, rather than
                        continue among Yahoos. But one of the seamen prevented me, and having
                        informed the Captain, I was chained to my cabin. </p>
                    <p>After dinner Don Pedro came to me, and desired to know my reason for so
                        desperate an attempt, assured me he only meant to do me all the service he
                        was able, and spoke so very movingly, that at last I descended to treat him
                        like an animal which had some little portion of reason. I gave him a very
                        short relation of my voyage, of the conspiracy against me by own men, of the
                        country where they set me on shore, and of my three years residence there.
                        All which he looked upon as if it were a dream or a vision; whereat I took
                        great offense, for I had quite forgotten the faculty of lying, so peculiar
                        to Yahoos in all countries where they preside, and, consequently the
                        disposition of suspecting truth in others of their own I asked him whether
                        it were the custom in his country to say the thing that was not. I assured
                        him I had almost forgotten what he meant by falsehood, and if I had lived a
                        thousand years in Houyhnhnm-land, <pb n="363"/> I should never have heard a
                        lie from the meanest servant, that I was altogether indifferent whether he
                        believed me or not, but however, in return for his favors, I would give so
                        much allowance to the corruption of his nature as to answer any objection he
                        would please to make, and then he might easily discover the truth. </p>
                    <p>The Captain, a wise man, after many endeavors to catch me tripping in some
                        part of my story, at last began to have a better opinion of my <ref target="veracity_" corresp="veracity">veracity</ref>
                                <note xml:id="veracity" target="veracity_">Truthfulness. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note>, and the rather,
                        because he confessed he met with a Dutch skipper, who pretended to have
                        landed with five others of his crew upon a certain island or continent south
                        of New Holland, where they went for fresh water, and observed a horse
                        driving before him several animals exactly resembling those I described
                        under the name of Yahoos, with some other particulars, which the Captain
                        said he had forgotten; because he then concluded them all to be lies. But he
                        added that since I professed so <ref target="inviolable_" corresp="inviolable">inviolable</ref>
                                <note xml:id="inviolable" target="inviolable_">Not subject to corruption or violation. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> an attachment to
                        truth, I must give him my word of honor to bear him company in this voyage,
                        without attempting any thing against my life, or else he would continue me a
                        prisoner till we arrived at Lisbon. I gave him the promise he required, but
                        at the same time protested that I would suffer the greatest hardships rather
                        than return to live among Yahoos. </p>
                    <p>Our voyage passed without any considerable accident. In gratitude to the
                        Captain I sometimes sat with him at his earnest request, and strove to
                        conceal my antipathy to human kind, although it often broke out, which he
                        suffered to pass without observation. But the greatest part of the day I
                        confined myself to my cabin, to avoid seeing any of the crew. The Captain
                        had often entreated me to strip myself of my savage dress, and offered to
                        lend me the best suit of clothes he had. This I would not be prevailed on to
                        accept, abhorring to cover myself with any thing that had been on the back
                        of a Yahoo. I only desired he would lend me <pb n="364"/> two clean shirts,
                        which having been washed since he wore them, I believed would not so much
                        defile me. These I changed every second day, and washed them myself. </p>
                    <p>We arrived at Lisbon, Nov. 5, 1715. At our landing the Captain forced me to
                        cover myself with his cloak, to prevent the rabble from crowding about me. I
                        was conveyed to his own house, and at my earnest request he led me up to the
                        highest room backwards. I conjured him to conceal from all persons what I
                        had told him of the Houyhnhnms, because the least hint of such a story would
                        not only draw numbers of people to see me, but probably put me in danger of
                        being imprisoned, or burned by the Inquisition. The Captain persuaded me to
                        accept a suit of clothes newly made; but I would not suffer the tailor to
                        take my measure; however, Don Pedro being almost of my size, they fitted me
                        well enough. He <ref target="accoutred_" corresp="accoutred">accoutred</ref>
                                <note xml:id="accoutred" target="accoutred_">Equipped.
                            Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictioanry</hi>
                                </note> me with
                        other necessaries all new, which I aired for twenty-four hours before I
                        would use them. </p>
                    <p>The Captain had no wife, nor above three servants, none of which were
                        suffered to attend at meals, and his whole <ref target="deportment_" corresp="deportment">deportment</ref>
                                <note xml:id="deportment" target="deportment_">The way a person carries themselves; their
                            self-presentation to others.</note> was so obliging, added to very good
                        human understanding, that I really began to tolerate his company. He gained
                        so far upon me that I ventured to look out of the back window. By degrees I
                        was brought into another room, from whence I peeped into the street, but
                        drew my head back in a fright. In a week's time he seduced me down to the
                        door. I found my terror gradually lessened, but my hatred and contempt
                        seemed to increase. <pb n="365"/> I was at last bold enough to walk the
                        street in his company, but kept my nose well stopped with <ref target="rue_" corresp="rue">rue</ref>
                                <note xml:id="rue" target="rue_">A common shrub,
                            that can have a strong odor.</note>, or sometimes with tobacco. </p>
                    <p>In ten days Don Pedro, to whom I had given some account of my domestic
                        affairs, put it upon me as a matter of honor and conscience, that I ought to
                        return to my native country, and live at home with my wife and children. He
                        told me there was an English ship in the port just ready to sail, and he
                        would furnish me with all things necessary. It would be tedious to repeat
                        his arguments, and my contradictions. He said it was altogether impossible
                        to find such a solitary island as I had desired to live in; but I might
                        command in my own house, and pass my time in a manner as recluse as I
                        pleased. </p>
                    <p>I complied at last, finding I could not do better. I left Lisbon the 24th day
                        of November, in an English merchantman, but who was the master I never
                        inquired. Don Pedro accompanied me to the ship, and lent me <ref target="twenty_" corresp="twenty">twenty pounds</ref>
                                <note xml:id="twenty" target="twenty">Generally you could live frugally on 30
                            to 40 pounds a year in this period, so Gulliver has been given quite a
                            lot of money.</note>. He took kind leave of me, and embraced me at
                        parting, which I bore as well as I could. During this last voyage I had no
                        commerce with the master or any of his men; but pretending I was sick, kept
                        close in my cabin. On the fifth of December, 1715, we cast anchor in the
                        Downs about nine in the morning, and at three in the afternoon I got safe to
                        my house at Rotherhith. </p>
                    <p>My wife and family received me with great surprise and joy, because they
                        concluded me certainly dead; but I must freely confess the sight of them
                        filled me only with hatred, disgust, and contempt, <pb n="366"/> and the
                        more by reflecting on the near alliance I had to them. For although since my
                        unfortunate exile from the Houyhnhnm country, I had compelled myself to
                        tolerate the sight of Yahoos, and to converse with Don Pedro de Mendez, yet
                        my memory and imagination were perpetually filled with the virtues and ideas
                        of those exalted Houyhnhnms. And when I began to consider that by copulating
                        with one of the Yahoo species I had become a parent of more, it struck me
                        with the utmost shame, confusion, and horror. </p>
                    <p>As soon as I entered the house, my wife took me in her arms and kissed me, at
                        which, having not been used to the touch of that odious animal for so many
                        years, I fell in a swoon for almost an hour. At the time I am writing it is
                        five years since my last return to England: during the first year I could
                        not endure my wife or children in my presence, the very smell of them was
                        intolerable, much less could I suffer them to eat in the same room. To this
                        hour they dare not presume to touch my bread, or drink out of the same cup,
                        neither was I ever able to let one of them take me by the hand. The first
                        money I laid out was to buy two young stone-horses, which I keep in a good
                        stable, and next to them the groom is my greatest favorite; for I feel my
                        spirits revived by the smell he contracts in the stable. My horses
                        understand me tolerably well; I converse with them at least four hours every
                        day. They are strangers to bridle or saddle; they live in great amity with
                        me, and friendship to each other. <pb n="367"/>
                    </p>
                </div>


                <lb/>
                <div type="chapter" n="12">
                    <head>CHAPTER XII</head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <hi rend="italics">The Author's veracity. His design in publishing this
                            work. His censure of those travellers who swerve from the truth. The
                            Author clears himself from any sinister ends in writing. An objection
                            answered. The method of planting colonies. His native country commended
                            The right of the crown to those countries described by the Author, is
                            justified. The difficulty of conquering them. The Author takes his last
                            leave of the reader; proposeth his manner of living for the future;
                            gives good advice and concludeth.</hi>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <head>
                                <ref target="Audio39_" corresp="Audio39">[Audio File]</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Audio39" target="Audio39_">
                                    <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/swift-gulliver/soundFiles/gulliverstravels_39_swift_64kb.mp3"/>Librivox recording, read by Lizzie Driver</note>
                            </head>
                    <lb/>
                    <p>Thus, gentle reader, I have given thee faithful history of my travels for
                        sixteen years and above seven months; wherein I have not been so studious of
                        ornament as truth. I could perhaps like others have astonished you with
                        strange improbable tales; but I rather chose to relate plain matter of fact
                        in the simplest manner and style; because my principal design was to inform,
                        and not to amuse you. </p>
                    <p>It is easy for us who travel into remote countries, which are seldom visited
                        by Englishmen or other Europeans, to form descriptions of wonderful animals
                        both at sea and land. Whereas a traveler's chief aim should be to make men
                        wiser and better, and to improve their minds by the bad as well as good
                        example of what they deliver concerning foreign places. <pb n="368"/>
                    </p>
                    <p>I could heartily wish a law was enacted, that every traveler, before he were
                        permitted to publish his voyages, should be obliged to make oath before the
                        Lord High Chancellor that all he intended to print was absolutely true to
                        the best of his knowledge; for then the world would no longer be deceived as
                        it usually is, while some writers, to make their works pass the better upon
                        the public, impose the grossest falsities on the unwary reader. I have
                        perused several books of travels with great delight in my younger days; but
                        having since gone over most parts of the globe, and been able to contradict
                        many fabulous accounts from my own observation, it has given me a great
                        disgust against this part of reading, and some indignation to see the <ref target="credulity_" corresp="credulity">credulity</ref>
                                <note xml:id="credulity" target="credulity_">willingness to believe
                            something</note> of mankind so impudently abused. Therefore since my
                        acquaintances were pleased to think my poor endeavors might not be
                        unacceptable to my country, I imposed on myself as a maxim, never to be
                        swerved from, that I would strictly adhere to truth; neither indeed can I be
                        ever under the least temptation to vary from it, while I retain in my mind
                        the lectures and example of my noble master, and the other illustrious
                        Houyhnhnms, of whom I had so long the honor to be a humble bearer. <lb/>
                        <lb/>
                                <ref target="Sinonem_" corresp="Sinonem">
                                    <hi rend="italics">Nec si
                                miserum Fortuna Sinonem<lb/> Finxit, vanum etiam, mendacemque
                                improba finget.</hi>
                                </ref>
                                <note xml:id="Sinonem" target="Sinonem">
                            "Nor, if fortune has made Sinon wretched, will she also in her spite
                            make him false and a liar"; Virgil <hi rend="italic">Aeneid</hi>, Book
                            II. The speaker here is Sinon, recounting the notorious incident in the
                            Trojan War where he convinced the Trojans that the giant wooden horse
                            left by the Greeks was a peace offering and that they should bring it
                            into the city of Troy. The famous "Trojan Horse" was actually filled
                            with Greek soldiers, leading to the destruction of the city. Sinon for
                            this reason has long been associated with lying and treachery. Gulliver
                            seems to have misread or misunderstood the point of the story
                            completely, taking Sinon's claim here that he is a truthful person at
                            face value.</note>
                        <lb/>
                        <lb/>
                    </p>
                    <p>I know very well how little reputation is to be gotten by writings which
                        require neither genius nor learning, nor indeed any other talent, except a
                        good <pb n="369"/> memory or an exact journal. I know likewise that writers
                        of travels, like dictionary-makers, are sunk into oblivion by the weight and
                        bulk of those who come after, and therefore lie uppermost. And it is highly
                        probable that such travelers who shall hereafter visit the countries
                        described in this work of mine, may, by detecting my errors (if there be
                        any), and adding many new discoveries of their own, jostle me out of vogue,
                        and stand in my place, making the world forget that I was ever an author.
                        This indeed would be too great a mortification if I wrote for fame: but, as
                        my sole intention was the PUBLIC GOOD, I cannot be altogether disappointed.
                        For who can read of the virtues I have mentioned in the glorious Houyhnhnms,
                        without being ashamed of his own vices, when he considers himself as the
                        reasoning, governing animal of his country? I shall say nothing of those
                        remote nations where Yahoos preside; amongst which the least corrupted are
                        the Brobdingnagians, whose wise maxims in morality and government it would
                        be our happiness to observe. But I forbear descanting farther, and rather
                        leave the judicious reader to own remarks and applications. </p>
                    <p>I am not a little pleased that this work of mine can possibly meet with no
                        censurers: for what objections can be made against a writer who relates only
                        plain facts that happened in such distant countries, where we have not the
                        least interest with respect either to trade or negotiations? I have
                        carefully avoided every fault with which common writers of travels are often
                        too justly charged. <pb n="370"/> Besides, I meddle not the least with any
                        party, but write without passion, prejudice, or ill-will against any man or
                        number of men whatsoever. I write for the noblest end, to inform and
                        instruct mankind, over whom I may, without breach of modesty, pretend to
                        some superiority, from the advantages I received by conversing so long among
                        the most accomplished Houyhnhnms. I write without any view towards profit or
                        praise. I never suffer a word to pass that may look like reflection, or
                        possibly give the least offence even to those who are most ready to take it.
                        So that I hope I may with justice pronounce myself an author perfectly
                        blameless, against whom the tribes of answerers, considerers, observers,
                        reflecters, detecters, remarkers, will never be able to find matter for
                        exercising their talents. </p>
                    <p>I confess it was whispered to me that I was bound in duty as a subject of
                        England to have given in a memorial to a Secretary of State at my first
                        coming over; because whatever lands are discovered by a subject belong to
                        the Crown. But I doubt whether our conquests in the countries I treat of,
                        would be as easy as those of Ferdinando Cortez over the naked Americans. The
                        Lilliputians I think are hardly worth the charge of a fleet and army to
                        reduce them; and I question whether it might be prudent or safe to attempt
                        the Brobdingnagians; or whether an English army would be much at their ease
                        with the Flying Island over their heads. The Houyhnhnms, indeed, appear not
                        to be so well prepared for war, a science to which <pb n="371"/> they are
                        perfect strangers, and especially against <ref target="missive_" corresp="missive">missive weapons.</ref>
                                <note xml:id="missive" target="missive_">Missiles.</note> However, supposing myself to be a
                        minister of state, I could never give my advice for invading them. Their
                        prudence, unanimity, unacquaintedness with fear, and their love of their
                        country, would amply supply all defects in the military art. Imagine twenty
                        thousand of them breaking into the midst of a European army, confounding the
                        confounding the ranks, overturning the carriages, battering the warriors'
                        faces into mummy by terrible <ref target="yerks_" corresp="yerks">yerks</ref>
                                <note xml:id="yerks" target="yerks_">Kicks. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> from their
                        hinder hoofs. For they would well deserve the character given to Augustus:
                            <ref target="recalcitrat_" corresp="recalcitrat">
                                    <hi rend="italic">Recalcitrat unclique tutus</hi>
                                </ref>
                                <note xml:id="recalcitrat" target="recalcitrat_">"He kicks back, at every point on his guard."
                            Horace's <hi rend="italic">Satire</hi> II</note>. But instead of
                        proposals for conquering that <ref target="magnanimous_" corresp="magnanimous">magnanimous</ref>
                                <note xml:id="magnanimous" target="magnanimous_">Great, noble, or brave. Source: <hi rend="italic">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>
                                </note> nation, I rather wish they
                        were in a capacity or disposition to send a number of their inhabitants for
                        civilizing Europe, by teaching us the first principles of honor, truth,
                        temperance, public spirit, fortitude, chastity, benevolence, and fidelity.
                        The names of all which virtues are still retained among us in languages, and
                        are to be met with in modern as well as ancient which I am able to assert
                        from my own small reading. </p>
                    <p>But I had another reason which made me less forward to enlarge his Majesty's
                        dominions by my discoveries. To say the truth, I had conceived a few
                        scruples with relation to the distributive justice of princes upon those
                        occasions. For instance, a crew of pirates are driven by a storm they know
                        not whither, at length a boy discovers land from the topmast, they go on
                        shore to rob and plunder, they see a harmless people, are entertained with
                            <pb n="372"/> kindness, they give the country a new name, they take
                        formal possession of it for their King, they set up a rotten plank or a
                        stone for a memorial, they murder two or three dozen of the natives, bring
                        away a couple more by force for a sample, return home, and get their pardon.
                        Here commences a new dominion acquired with a title by divine right. Ships
                        are sent with the first opportunity, the natives driven out or destroyed,
                        their princes tortured to discover their gold, a free license given to all
                        acts of inhumanity and lust, the earth reeking with the blood of its
                        inhabitants: and this <ref target="execrable_" corresp="execrable">execrable</ref>
                                <note xml:id="execrable" target="execrable_">Cursed,
                            terrible.</note> crew of butchers employed in so pious an expedition, is
                        a modern colony sent to convert and civilize an idolatrous and barbarous
                        people. </p>
                    <p>But this description, I confess, does by no means affect the British nation,
                        who may be an example to the whole world for their wisdom, care, and justice
                        in planting colonies; their liberal endowments for the advancement of
                        religion and learning; their choice of devout and able pastors to propagate
                        Christianity; their caution in stocking their provinces with people of sober
                        lives and conversations from this the mother kingdom; their strict regard to
                        the distribution of justice, in supplying the civil administration through
                        all their colonies with officers of the greatest abilities, utter strangers
                        to corruption; and to crown all, by sending the most vigilant and virtuous
                        governors, who have no other views than the happiness of the people over
                        whom they preside, and the honor of the King their master. <pb n="373"/>
                    </p>
                    <p>But, as those countries which I have described do not appear to have any
                        desire of being conquered, and enslaved, murdered or driven out by colonies,
                        nor abound either in gold, silver, sugar, or tobacco; I did humbly conceive
                        they were by no means proper objects of our zeal, our valor, or our
                        interest. However, if those whom it more concerns think fit to be of another
                        opinion, I am ready to depose, when I shall be lawfully called, that no
                        European did ever visit these countries before me. I mean, if the
                        inhabitants ought to he believed; unless a dispute may arise about the two
                        Yahoos, said to have been seen many ages ago in a mountain in
                        Houyhnhnm-land, from whence the opinion is, that the race of those brutes
                        has descended; and these, for anything I know, may have been English, which
                        indeed I was apt to suspect from the lineaments of their posterity's
                        countenances, although very much defaced. But, how far that will go to make
                        out a title, I leave to the learned in colony-law. </p>
                    <p>But as to the formality of taking possession in my Sovereign's name, it never
                        came once into my thoughts; and if it had, yet as my affairs then stood, I
                        should perhaps in point of prudence and self-preservation have put it off to
                        a better opportunity. </p>
                    <p>Having thus answered the only objection that can ever be raised against me as
                        a traveler, I here take a final leave of all my courteous readers, and
                        return to enjoy my own speculations in my little garden at Redriff, to apply
                        those excellent lessons of virtue which I learned among the Houyhnhnms, to
                        instruct the Yahoos of my own family as far as I shall find them docile
                        animals; to behold my figure often in a glass, and thus if possible
                        habituate myself by time to tolerate the sight of a human creature; to
                        lament the brutality of Houyhnhnms in my own country, but always treat their
                        persons <pb n="374"/> with respect, for the sake of my noble master, his
                        family, his friends, and the whole Houyhnhnm race, whom these ours have the
                        honor to resemble in all their lineaments, however their intellectuals came
                        to degenerate. </p>
                    <p>I began last week to permit my wife to sit at dinner with me, at the farthest
                        end of a long table, and to answer (but with the utmost brevity) the few
                        questions I ask her. Yet the smell of a Yahoo continuing very offensive, I
                        always keep my nose well stopped with rue, lavender, or tobacco leaves. And
                        although it be hard for a man late in life to remove old habits, I am not
                        altogether out of hopes in some time to suffer a neighbor Yahoo in my
                        company, without the apprehensions I am yet under of his teeth or his claws. </p>
                    <p>My reconcilement to the Yahoo-kind in general might not be so difficult, if
                        they would be content with those vices and follies only which nature has
                        entitled them to. I am not in the least provoked at the sight of a lawyer, a
                        pick-pocket, a colonel, a fool, a lord, a gamester, a politician, a
                        whore-master, a physician, an evidence, a <ref target="evidence_" corresp="evidence">suborner</ref>
                                <note xml:id="evidence" target="evidence_">Someone who bribes others to commit crimes. Source:
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                                </note>, an
                        attorney, a traitor, or the like; this is all according to the due course of
                        things: but when I behold a lump of deformity and diseases both in body and
                        mind, smitten with pride, it immediately breaks all the measures of my
                        patience; neither shall I be ever able to comprehend how such an animal and
                        such a vice could tally together. The wise and virtuous Houyhnhnms, who
                        abound in all excellencies that can adorn a rational creature, have no name
                            <pb n="375"/> for this vice in their language, which has no terms to
                        express anything that is evil, except those whereby they describe the
                        detestable qualities of their Yahoos, among which they were not able to
                        distinguish this of pride, for want of thoroughly understanding human
                        nature, as it shows itself in other countries, where that animal presides.
                        But I, who had more experience, could plainly observe some rudiments of it
                        among the wild Yahoos. </p>
                    <p>But the Houyhnhnms, who live under the government of reason, are no more
                        proud of the good qualities they possess, than I should be for not wanting a
                        leg or an arm, which no man in his wits would boast of, although he must be
                        miserable without them. I dwell the longer upon this subject from the desire
                        I have to make the society of an English Yahoo by any means not
                        insupportable; and therefore I here entreat those who have any tincture of
                        this absurd vice, that they will not presume to come in my sight. </p>
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                        <graphic url="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/30/Aphra_Behn_by_Peter_Lely_ca._1670.jpg" style="float:center" width="300px" alt="Portrait of Aphra Behn by Sir Peter Lely, c.1670" source="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Aphra_Behn_by_Peter_Lely_ca._1670.jpg" desc="Lely, Portrait of Aphra Behn (1670)"/>Aphra Behn (c1640-1689) was perhaps the most
                versatile, and was certainly one of the most important writers of the late
                seventeenth century in English. She wrote and translated poetry, translated works of
                science, published long works of fiction, and many authored many plays. It was as a
                playwright that Behn was probably most successful in her own lifetime. Between 1670
                and 1689, a couple dozen of her plays were staged in London; some of them continue
                to be revived even now, most notably <hi rend="italic">The Rover.</hi>
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            <p>We know very little of Aphra Behn’s life before she started her writing career in
                London in the early 1670s. She never wrote a memoir (which is not surprising; people
                did not do that kind of thing in her era), and relatively few letters have survived.
                If she kept any kind of journal or diary, it has long since been lost. The lack of
                public information about her life before the age of about thirty makes it clear,
                though, that she did not come from a wealthy or prominent family. Scholars, working
                largely with parish records and surviving government documents, have pieced together
                some things. But often these are simply informed guesses rather than facts that we
                can know for certain. The best biography is Janet Todd’s <hi rend="italic">The
                    Secret Life of Aphra Behn</hi>, and what I note below relies on Todd’s work.</p>

            <p>
                        <hi rend="italic">When and where was she born? who were her parents?</hi> We cannot
                be sure. The best research we have indicated that was probably the person who is
                recorded in a baptismal record as “Eaffrey” Johnson, born in December 1640 to a
                Bartholomew and Elizabeth Johnson from Bishopsbourne, a town in Kent near
                Canterbury. The Johnsons were not a wealthy family, but they were not desperately
                poor, either; Bartholomew worked as a barber and at one time was in charge of
                supervising the poor in a parish in Canterbury.</p>

            <p>
                        <hi rend="italic">How did she get the name Behn? and how did she pronounce it?</hi>
                Again, we are not sure, though the name seems to have come from a marriage she had
                in the 1650s or 1660s. She may have married a man called Johann Behn, who shows up
                in some business and shipping records of this period. No one has found a marriage
                certificate. The marriage does not seem to have lasted all that long; maybe he died,
                since she seems to be referred to as a widow in a single letter. We are not sure as
                to how she pronounced her last name: like “ben”? like “bean”? like “bane”? opinions
                vary.</p>

            <p>
                        <hi rend="italic">Did she really go to Surinam in the 1660s?</hi> Maybe, though the
                evidence for that is the narrator’s claim in <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi>. Which
                might be true (Janet Todd believes her, and a lot of the circumstantial detail in
                    <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> would be hard to invent if a person had not been
                there), but there is much in <hi rend="italic">Oroonoko</hi> that is obvious
                fabrication, so she might be making her trip there up as well and be relating
                information that she got at second hand. The story purports to be a true, first-hand
                account of events in Surinam. But, in addition to inventing the story of the African
                prince, Behn also seems to have invented the idea that her father was going to be
                the lieutenant governor of the colony, as the narrator of that story claims; there
                is no chance that her father was ever in a position to get such a significant job,
                and he may very well have been dead by the time of her (purported) sojourn in
                Surinam. There is is no independent evidence, like a government report or a ship’s
                manifest, that places her in Surinam, so we cannot be certain one way or
                another.</p>

            <p>
                        <hi rend="italic">Did she really work as a spy? Yes, this we know.</hi> In the 1660s,
                Aphra Behn was sent to Antwerp as a spy on behalf of the English government; her
                mission (which involved trying to turn an English man there against the Dutch) seems
                to have failed. She used the code name “Astrea” (a name associated in mythology with
                the goddess of justice), a name that she continued to use as a poetic name
                throughout her career. Behn may have done some other intelligence work for the
                government at other times in her 20s. We do not know why she stopped her mission,
                but she complained about not being paid, and at least one other person disparaged
                her work. She may have not been cut out to be a spy.</p>

            <p>
                        <hi rend="italic">When do we start to know unambiguous facts about her?</hi> In the
                early 1670s, Behn started working in the theater as a playwright for the Duke’s
                Company, one of the two theater troupes licensed to perform in London. From that
                point on until her death in 1689, we know a lot about her professional life as a
                writer from the plays that she staged, the books that she published, and the things
                that people said about her. In these decades, Behn was one of the two leading
                playwrights on the London stage; the other was John Dryden. In an era when many
                plays were written by amateurs, aristocrats who would not want to be seen as
                exerting themselves for money (Katherine Philips and William Wycherley would be
                examples of this) Behn and Dryden were the professional playwrights, each under
                contract (and therefore under pressure) to produce new works for the repertoire;
                each supporting him or herself on their earnings. Like Dryden, Behn also wrote and
                translated poetry. Behn also published fiction, something that Dryden did not do,
                and her work is an important precursor of the eighteenth-century novel in
                English.</p>

            <p>Trying to make a living as a writer was difficult. It was hard then as it is now, for
                playwrights to follow the movement of audience taste, and hard to know if the many
                hours of effort that go into writing and staging a play would be met with success
                until the moment the production was staged. A hit could make a fair amount of money
                (authors would be paid out of gate receipts and could also get money for selling the
                rights to the print copy of the script), but a flop could be a costly waste of time
                and effort on everyone’s part. The period when Behn was writing was also a
                politically contentious time, and playwrights could be subject to censorship if they
                offended the wrong person. Writers hoped to get support from wealthy patrons, which
                is why almost all works of this period are prefaced by dedications, letters of
                extravagant praise aimed at people who the author is hoping will provide money or at
                least convince their wealthy friends to buy the book or attend the play. Behn was
                very prolific, and successful in the sense that she had many plays staged and many
                works published and read, but she had to keep writing to maintain herself and never
                seems to have made a lot of money.</p>

            <p>It was particularly hard being a professional woman writer, and Behn seems to have
                blazed a trail here; there is probably no other woman writing in English who we
                could call a professional before she started working in the theater in the 1670s. It
                was considered immodest for a woman to put herself forward as a public figure in
                this period, which is why many women who wrote expressed reluctance at their work
                being published; a lot of their work remains in manuscript. Male critics of the
                eighteenth century often contrasted Behn, the public and professional writer, with Katherine Philips, who was cast as a model for genteel amateur woman writer; the contrast between “Astrea” (Behn's nickname) and “Orinda” (a nickname that Philips claimed)
                was usually cast in terms that favored the latter for her gentility and modesty.
                Behn was attacked for being a professional, sometimes compared with prostitutes.
                Here a contrast with John Dryden becomes stark. Dryden was no less a professional, but he was awarded with university
                degrees, became the poet laureate, and was in his later years considered a kind of
                sage. Behn, meanwhile, seems to ahve struggled for income and respectability.</p>

            <p>One final note about Behn. In many ways, her career strikes us modern, and her prose
                works in particular have a lot of features that now seem to pave the way for the
                modern novel. But Behn was also a very conservative, traditional person in many
                ways. She was a staunch supporter of the Stuart monarchy and of the absolutist form
                of government that the Stuart kings Charles I and James II believed in. She was a
                woman of her time, trying to make a career as a writer and public figure in an era
                when this was very challenging for anyone, and especially difficult for a women from
                a modest background. Dramatist, poet, novelist, translator, professional: Aphra Behn
                left us one of the richest bodies of work of any writer of the seventeenth
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                                <hi rend="italic">Ast Alli sex
                        Et plures uno conclamant ore.-- Juv</hi>
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                <p>THE first of our Society is a Gentleman of <ref target="county_" corresp="county">Worcestershire</ref>
                            <note xml:id="county" target="county_">A county in the center of the United Kingdom, about 130 miles from London.</note>, of antient Descent, a <ref target="Baronet_" corresp="Baronet">Baronet</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Baronet" target="Baronet_">A title given to the lowest ranking in the hereditary order: lower than a baron.</note>, his Name <ref target="Roger_" corresp="Roger">Sir ROGER DE COVERLY</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Roger" target="Roger_">Steele took the name from the country dance when he invented this character, claiming that the dance was named after the character's grandfather rather than the other way around. Sir Roger de Coverly became perhaps the most famous and to some extent beloved of the characters of the "Spectator club" outlined in this issue, representing the type of an eccentric but benign country gentleman. </note>. His great Grandfather was Inventor of <ref target="country-dance_" corresp="country-dance">that famous Country-Dance which is call'd after him</ref>
                            <note xml:id="country-dance" target="country-dance_">Roger de Coverly is the name of an English and Scottish country dance. The dance, in title and step, refer to a fox and the process of the fox running in and out of hiding while being hunted. Source: Wikipedia</note>. All who know that <ref target="shire_" corresp="shire">Shire</ref>
                            <note xml:id="shire" target="shire_">County</note> are very well acquainted with the Parts and Merits of Sir ROGER. He is a Gentleman that is very singular in his Behaviour but his Singularities proceed from his good Sense, and are Contradictions to the Manners of the World, only as he thinks the World is in the wrong. However, this Humour creates him no Enemies, for he does nothing with Sourness or Obstinacy; and his being unconfined to Modes and Forms, makes him but the readier and more capable to please and oblige all who know him. When he is in town he lives in <ref target="soho_" corresp="soho">Soho Square</ref>
                            <note xml:id="soho" target="soho_">A garden square built in the late 1670s in Soho, London. Soho Square was considered one of the most fashionable places to stay in London at the time. Source: Wikipedia</note>:  It is said, he keeps himself a Batchelour by reason he was crossed in Love by a <ref target="batchelour_" corresp="batchelour">perverse</ref>
                            <note xml:id="batchelour" target="batchelour_">Irrational, fickle, or illogical.</note> beautiful Widow of the next County to him. Before this Disappointment, Sir ROGER was what you call a fine Gentleman, had often <ref target="supped_" corresp="supped">supped</ref>
                            <note xml:id="supped" target="supped_">dined</note> with my <ref target="Rochester_" corresp="Rochester">Lord Rochester</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Rochester" target="Rochester_" resp="editors.#JOB" type="gloss">John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester, an English poet and courtier of Charles II's Restoration court. Rochester was a notorious libertine, who pursued intellection and sexual freedom with gusto. He was also the author of some remarkable poetry, including his "Satire Upon Reason and Mankind," included in this anthology. By Steele's era, Rochester and the libertine culture that he and other courtiers of Charles II's court represented had come to seem excessive and embarrasing; Steele and other eighteenth-century moralists wanted to reform their culture in the direction of what they thought of as gentility and civility. But Rochester and other libertines of the Restoration era (for which Roger de Coverly is a kind of hold-over, sort of like a 1960s-era hippie hanging on in the 21st century) continued to fascinate.</note>, and <ref target="Etherege_" corresp="Etherege">Sir George Etherege</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Etherege" target="Etherege_">English dramatist most famously known for his 1677 comedy, <hi rend="italic">The Man of Mode</hi>, whose title character Dorimant is a libertine who might have been modeled on Rochester. All of the figures named here had become notorious examples of the kind of licentiousness that people in Steele's era associated with the court culture of a few decades earlier.</note>, fought a duel upon his first coming to Town, and kick'd <ref target="Dawson_" corresp="Dawson">Bully Dawson</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Dawson" target="Dawson_">Bully Dawson was a infamous gambler in London during the time of Charles II. His name became synonymous with a drunkard and a fool. Source: Wikipedia</note> in a publick Coffee-house for calling him Youngster. But being ill used by the above-mentioned Widow, he was very serious for a year and a half; and tho his Temper being naturally jovial, he at last got over it, he grew careless of himself and never dressed afterwards; he continues to wear a Coat and <ref target="doublet_" corresp="doublet">Doublet</ref>
                            <note xml:id="doublet" target="doublet_">A tight-fitting short jacket, which could come with or without sleeves. Fashionable in the 1600s, but very much out of style by Steele's time.</note> of the same Cut that were in Fashion at the Time of his <ref target="repulse_" corresp="repulse">Repulse</ref>
                            <note xml:id="repulse" target="repulse_">Rejection.</note>, which, in his merry Humours, he tells us, has been in and out twelve times since he first wore it. Tis said Sir ROGER grew humble in his Desires after he had forgot this cruel Beauty, insomuch that it is reported he has frequently offended in Point of Chastity with Beggars and Gypsies: but this is look d upon by his Friends rather as Matter of <ref target="raillery_" corresp="raillery">raillery</ref>
                            <note xml:id="raillery" target="raillery_">Good-humored banter. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note> than Truth. He is now in his Fifty-sixth Year, cheerful, gay, and hearty, keeps a good House in both Town and Country; a great Lover of Mankind; but there is such a mirthful Cast in his Behaviour, that he is rather beloved than esteemed. His Tenants grow rich, his Servants look satisfied, all the young Women profess Love to him, and the young Men are glad of his Company: When he comes into a House he calls the Servants by their Names, and talks all the way Up Stairs to a Visit. I must not omit that Sir ROGER is a Justice of the <ref target="quorum_" corresp="quorum">Quorum</ref>
                            <note xml:id="quorum" target="quorum_">Like many such country gentlemen, Sir Roger is a local justice of the peace; a justice of the "quorum" was one considered to be especially experienced and familiar with the law.</note>; that he fills the chair at a <ref target="quarter-session_" corresp="quarter-session">Quarter-Session</ref>
                            <note xml:id="quarter-session" target="quarter-session_">Most courts in England at this time met once per quarter, or four times a year.</note> with great Abilities, and three Months ago, gained universal Applause by explaining a Passage in the <ref target="game-act_" corresp="game-act">Game-Act</ref>
                            <note xml:id="game-act" target="game-act" resp="editors.xml#JOB" type="gloss">The Game Act of 1671 put significant restrictions on hunting, such that hunting of pheasants, rabbits, partridges and other small game could only be hunted by property owners. Up until that point, it had been legal for just about anyone to hunt small game, and was considered something of a right for poor people to supplement their diets by hunting. With the Game Act, that was defined as poaching, and landowners could prosecute people who did not own property who hunted on their land.</note>.</p>
                <p>The Gentleman next in Esteem and Authority among us, is another Batchelour, who is <ref target="temple_" corresp="temple">a Member of the Inner Temple</ref>
                            <note xml:id="temple" target="temple_">That is, he is a lawyer; the Inner Temple is one of the Inns of Court, the headquarters of the legal profession in London.</note>: a Man of great <ref target="probity_" corresp="probity">Probity</ref>
                            <note xml:id="probity" target="probity_">Integrity or honesty. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note>, Wit, and Understanding; but he has chosen his Place of Residence rather to obey the Direction of an old humoursome Father, than in pursuit of his own Inclinations. He was plac'd there to study the Laws of the Land, and is the most learned of any of the House in those of the Stage. Aristotle and Longinus are much better understood by him than <ref target="littleton-coke_" corresp="littleton-coke">Littleton or Cooke</ref>
                            <note xml:id="littleton-coke" target="littleton-coke_">Thomas de Littleton and Sir Edward Coke, two of the most important commentators and theorists of English law. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note>. The Father sends up every Post Questions relating to Marriage-Articles, Leases, and Tenures, in the Neighbourhood; all which Questions he agrees with an Attorney to answer and take care of in the Lump. He is studying the Passions themselves, when he should be inquiring into the Debates among Men which arise from them. He knows the Argument of each of the Orations of <ref target="Demosthenes_" corresp="Demosthenes">
                                <hi rend="italic">Demosthenes</hi>
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                            <note xml:id="Demosthenes" target="Demosthenes_">An ancient Greek orator.</note> and <ref target="Tully_" corresp="Tully">
                                <hi rend="italic">Tully</hi>
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                            <note xml:id="Tully" target="Tully_">The Roman orator Cicero.</note>, but not one Case in the Reports of our own Courts. No one ever took him for a Fool, but none, except his intimate Friends, know he has a great deal of Wit. This Turn makes him at once both disinterested and agreeable : As few of his Thoughts are drawn from Business, they are most of them fit for Conversation. His Taste of Books is a little too just for the Age he lives in; he has read all, but approves of very few. His Familiarity with the Customs, Manners, Actions, and Writings of the Ancients, makes him a very delicate Observer of what occurs to him in the present World. He is an excellent Critick, and the Time of the Play is his Hour of Business exactly at five he passes through New Inn, crosses through <ref target="Russel_" corresp="Russel">
                                <hi rend="italic">Russel Court</hi>
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                            <note xml:id="Russel" target="Russel_">Russell Court is in Covent Garden, in the theater district.</note>; and takes a turn at <ref target="Wills_" corresp="Wills">Will's</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Wills" target="Wills_">A well-known coffee-shop in the Covent-Garden neighborhood.</note> till the play begins; he has his shoes rubb'd and his Perriwig power'd at the Barber's as you go into the <ref target="Rose_" corresp="Rose">Rose</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Rose" target="Rose_">A tavern then located on Brydges Street, next to the Drury Lane Theatre.</note>. It is for the Good of the Audience when he is at a Play, for the Actors have an Ambition to please him.</p>
                <p>The Person of next Consideration is Sir ANDREW FREEPORT, a Merchant of great Eminence in the City of London: A Person of <ref target="indefatigable_" corresp="indefatigable">indefatigable</ref>
                            <note xml:id="indefatigable" target="indefatigable_">Incapable of being tired; tireless. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note> industry, strong Reason, and great Experience, his Notions of Trade are noble and generous, and (as every rich Man has usually some sly Way of Jesting, which would make no great Figure were he not a rich Man) he calls the Sea the <hi rend="italic">British</hi> Common. He is acquainted with Commerce in all its Parts, and will tell you that it is a stupid and barbarous Way to extend Dominion by Arms; for true Power is to be got by Arts and industry. He will often argue, that if this Part of our Trade were well cultivated, we should gain from one Nation; and if another, from another. I have heard him prove that Diligence makes more lasting Acquisition than Valour, and that Sloth has ruin'd more Nations than the Sword. He abounds in several frugal Maxims, amongst which the greatest Favourite is, <hi rend="italic">A Penny saved is a Penny got</hi>. A General Trader of good Sense is pleasanter Company than a general Scholar; and Sir ANDREW having a natural unaffected Eloquence, the <ref target="perspicuity_" corresp="perspicuity">Perspicuity</ref>
                            <note xml:id="perspicuity" target="perspicuity_">clarity</note> of his Discourse gives the same Pleasure that Wit would in another Man. He has made his Fortunes himself; and says that <hi rend="italic">England</hi> may be richer than other Kingdoms, by as plain Methods as he himself is richer than other Men; tho at the same Time I can say this of him, <ref target="ship_" corresp="ship">that there is not a Point in the Compass, but blows home a Ship in which he is an Owner</ref>
                            <note xml:id="ship" target="ship">That is, Sir Andrew is a very succesful trader, who has an ownership stake in ships that are trading aall over the world</note>.</p>
                <p>Next to Sir ANDREW in the Club-room sits Captain SENTRY, a Gentleman of great Courage, good Understanding, but Invincible Modesty. He is one of those that deserve very well, but are very awkward at putting their Talents within the Observation of such as should take notice of them. He was some Years a Captain, and behaved himself with great <ref target="gallantry_" corresp="gallantry">Gallantry</ref>
                            <note xml:id="gallantry" target="gallantry_">Bravery, courage. Source: Oxford English Dictionary. It is worth noting here that Steele had a career as a soldier before he turned to playwriting and journalism</note> in several Engagements, and at several Sieges; but having a small Estate of his own, and being next Heir to Sir ROGER, he has quitted a Way of Life in which no Man can rise suitably to his Merit, who is not something of a Courtier, as well as a Soldier. I have heard him often lament, that in a Profession where Merit is placed in so <ref target="conspicuous_" corresp="conspicuous">conspicuous</ref>
                            <note xml:id="conspicuous" target="conspicuous_">Clearly visible. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note> a View, <ref target="impudence_" corresp="impudence">Impudence</ref>
                            <note xml:id="impudence" target="impudence_">Insolence or Shamelessness. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note> should get the better of Modesty. When he has talked to this Purpose, I never heard him make a sour Expression, but frankly confess that he left the World, because he was not fit for it. A strict Honesty and an even regular Behaviour, are in themselves Obstacles to him that must press through Crowds who endeavour at the same End with himself; the Favour of a Commander. He will, however, in this Way of Talk, excuse Generals, for not disposing according to Men's Desert, or enquiring into it: For, says he, that great Man who has a Mind to help me, has as many to break through to come at me, as I have to come at him : Therefore he will conclude, that the Man who would make a Figure, especially in a military Way, must get over all false Modesty, and assist his Patron against the <ref target="importunity_" corresp="importunity">Importunity</ref>
                            <note xml:id="importunity" target="importunity_">The irritating persistence of demanding or making requests. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note> of other Pretenders, by a proper Assurance in his own Vindication. He says it is a civil Cowardice to be backward in asserting what you ought to expect, as it is a military Fear to be slow in attacking when it is your Duty. With this <ref target="candour_" corresp="candour">Candour</ref>
                            <note xml:id="candour" target="candour_">frankness</note> does the Gentleman speak of himself and others. The same Frankness runs through all his Conversation. The military Part of his Life has furnished him with many Adventures, in the Relation of which he is very agreeable to the Company; for he is never over-bearing, though accustomed to comrnand Men in the utmost Degree below him; nor ever too <ref target="obsequious_" corresp="obsequious">obsequious</ref>
                            <note xml:id="obsequious" target="obsequious_">Submissive. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note>, from an Habit of obeying Men highly above him.</p>
                <p>But that our Society may not appear a Set of <ref target="humorists_" corresp="humorists">Humorists</ref>
                            <note xml:id="humorists" target="humorists_">Steele is referring to the ancient theory of "humours," which imagined that personality was determined by the balance of humours or fluids in the body. Here, the suggestion is that the club so far consists of a series of quirky eccentrics.</note> unacquainted with the Gallantries and Pleasures of the Age, we have among us the gallant Will. HONEYCOMB, a Gentleman who, according to his Years, should be in the Decline of his Life, but having ever been very careful of his Person, and always had a very easy Fortune, Time has made but very little Impression, either by Wrinkles on his Forehead, or Traces in his Brain. His Person is <ref target="well-turned_" corresp="well-turned">well turned</ref>
                            <note xml:id="well-turned" target="well-turned_">Attractive and well formed. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note>, and of a good Height. He is very ready at that sort of Discourse with which Men usually entertain Women. He has all his Life dressed very well, and remembers Habits as others do Men. He can smile when one speaks to him, and laughs easily. He knows the History of every Mode, and can inform you from which of the <hi rend="italic">French</hi> King's Wenches our Wives and Daughters had this Manner of curling their hair, that Way of placing their Hoods; whose Frailty was covered by such a Sort of Petticoat, and whose Vanity to show her Foot made that Part of the Dress so short in such a Year. In a Word, all his Conversation and Knowledge has been in the female World: As other Men of his Age will take Notice to you what such a Minister said upon such and such an Occasion, he will tell you when the Duke of <hi rend="italic">Monmouth</hi> danced at Court such a Woman was then smitten, another was taken with him at the Head of his Troop in the Park. In all these important Relations, he has ever about the same Time received a kind Glance, or a Blow of a Fan, from some celebrated Beauty, Mother of the present Lord such-a-one. If you speak of a young Commoner that said a lively thing in the House, he starts up, He has good Blood in his Veins, Tom <hi rend="italic">Mirabell</hi> <ref target="begot_" corresp="begot">begot</ref>
                            <note xml:id="begot" target="begot_">Produced, gave to. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note> him, the <ref target="rogue_" corresp="rogue">Rogue</ref>
                            <note xml:id="rogue" target="rogue_">A vagrant or scoundrel. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note> cheated me in that Affair; that young Fellow's Mother used me more like a Dog than any Woman I ever made Advances to. This Way of Talking of his, very much enlivens the Conversation among us of a more sedate Turn; and I find there is not one of the Company but myself, who rarely speak at all, but speaks of him as of that Sort of Man, who is usually called a well-bred fine Gentleman. To conclude his Character, where Women are not concerned, he is an honest worthy Man.</p>
                <p>I cannot tell whether I am to account him whom I am next to Speak of, as one of our Company; for he visits us but seldom, but when he does, it adds to every Man else a new Enjoyment of himself. He is a Clergyman, a very philosophick Man, of general Learning, great Sanctity of Life, and the most exact good Breeding. He has the Misfortune to be of a very weak Constitution, and consequently cannot accept of such Cares and Business as <ref target="preferments_" corresp="preferments">Preferements</ref>
                            <note xml:id="preferments" target="preferments_">Preference or advantage. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note> in his Function would Oblige him to: He is therefore among Divines what a <ref target="counsellor_" corresp="counsellor">Chamber-Counsellor</ref>
                            <note xml:id="counsellor" target="counsellor_">A private advisor. Source: Oxford English Dictioanry</note> is among Lawyers. The Probity of his Mind, and the Integrity of his Life, create him Followers, as being eloquent or loud advances others. He seldom introduces the Subject he speaks upon; but we are so far gone in Years, that he observes when he is among us, an Earnestness to have him fall on some divine Topick, which he always treats with much Authority, as one who has no Interests in this World, as one who is hastening to the Object of all his Wishes, and conceives Hope from his Decays and <ref target="infirmities_" corresp="infirmities">Infirmities</ref>
                            <note xml:id="infirmities" target="infirmities_">Weaknesses, lack of power. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note>. These are my ordinary Companions.</p>
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                            <ref target="r_" corresp="r">R.</ref>
                            <note xml:id="r" target="r_">Steele signed many of his contributions with the letter R for Richard.</note>
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                    <ref target="Spectator_" corresp="Spectator">THE SPECTATOR #1 </ref>
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                        <note xml:id="Spectator" target="Spectator_" resp="editors.xml#JOB" type="editorial">
                            <p>
                            <hi rend="italic">The Spectator</hi> is the most famous work of
                            journalism of the eighteenth century in English. It helped define
                            what journalism could be. The series of daily essays, published like a
                            newspaper, set the pattern for a kind of writing that persists to the
                            present day. Comparatively short essays on topics of interest to
                            middle-class readers (politics, fashion, the arts), written in
                            straightforward, unfussy prose without professional jargon: this is a
                            mode of writing that is still standard in print and online journalism. A
                            collaboration between Joseph Addison and Richard Steele, <hi rend="italic">The Spectator</hi> was for a long time after its
                            initial run in 1711 and 1712 held up to English students and readers as
                            a model of prose style, and although to our eyes there are moments where
                            the prose feels a little archaic, Addison and Steele's version of
                            English prose is much closer to the way that we write now than the prose
                            from a hundred, or even fifty years earlier (Elizabathan prose, for
                            example, is far more challenging to most modern readers than that
                            period's poetry, which is a reversal from what we might expect.) Addison
                            and Steele's main influence on writers and readers over the last three
                            hundred years may lie mostly in the way that the two of them developed
                            and popularized a style of English prose that is more or less the one
                            that we still use in much expository writing. </p>
                            <lb/>
                        <p>In modern times, <hi rend="italic">The Spectator</hi>has been credited
                            with being essential to the formation of what the sociologist Jürgen
                            Habermas has influentially dubbed “the bourgeois public sphere.”
                            Habermas describes the bourgeois public sphere as being made up of
                            private individuals coming together to constitute a public, in this case
                            a public that was not affiliated with the government or the church, but
                            an independent body that could discuss important issues on its own.
                            Gathered together in coffee houses, over tea tables, or simply in their
                            homes, readers of <hi rend="italic">The Spectator</hi> were among the
                            first citizens to have a print publication that became a common frame of
                            reference for middle-class English-speaking people. The journal set an
                            agenda and a way of thinking about society and the arts that seemed
                            derived, not from the aristocracy or the church, but from the shared
                            world of the readers themselves.</p>
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                        <p>
                                <hi rend="italic">The Spectator </hi>followed on the heels of <hi rend="italic">The Tatler</hi>, which had run from April 12, 1709 to
                            December 30, 1710. Steele had taken the lead with <hi rend="italic">The
                                Tatler</hi>, asking for help from Addison and others on occasion to
                            fill out the pages. But it was Addison who seems to have been the leader
                            for <hi rend="italic">The Spectator</hi>, supplying the first issue and
                            many others after that. In this case, timing was everything. Addison and
                            his Whig party had just lost a parliamentary election towards the end of
                            1710. Addison was a cabinet member, at the center of government
                            policy-making, so he suddenly found himself kicked out of office with
                            time on his hands; writing in collaboration with his old friend
                            Richard Steele was just the thing to keep his hand in the public
                            conversation. <hi rend="italic">The Spectator</hi> differed in format in
                            significant ways from its immediate predecessor. It was published daily,
                            except for Sunday; <hi rend="italic">The Tatler</hi> had come out three
                            days a week. Where <hi rend="italic">The Tatler</hi> had generally had
                            several items in each issue, most issues of <hi rend="italic">The
                                Spectator</hi> focused on a single topic. The new journal also had a
                            different framing device than the older one. Where Steele had arranged
                            the articles in <hi rend="italic">The Tatler</hi> by the imagined
                            location in London from which various “correspondents” were sending him
                            information (theater news coming from Will's Coffee House, political
                            news from the St. James Coffee House, the whole thing being a parody of
                            the way that official newspapers published correspondence from foreign
                            cities), <hi rend="italic">The Spectator</hi> had a fictional “club”
                            that would come up with ideas. Steele described its members in the
                            second issue: there was a country squire, Sir Roger de Coverly, a
                            lawyer, a businessman (Sir Andrew Freeport), a soldier (Major Sentry),
                            an aging libertine (Will Honeycomb), and a clergyman. Between them, the
                            Club represented many of the important segments of middle-class culture
                            in the eighteenth century. The Spectator Club never worked quite as it
                            seems to have been intended—relatively few issues feature it in any
                            central way—but it was another means by which the journal was projecting
                            itself as giving a voice to a variety of contemporary interests.</p> <lb/>And
                        the journal occasionally referred to the coffee-house culture that
                        middle-class people (well, middle-class men, since women were generally not
                        welcome) had developed in this period, a milieu (depicted here), where men
                        met to socialize, gossip, talk over issues of the day, read from the
                        coffee-shop's stock of newspapers and journals (which were expensive enough
                        that individuals might not subscribe), and get their caffeine fix
                            satisfied.<graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/addison-steele-spectator/London_coffee_shop1700.jpg" alt="Painting of customers in a London coffee house, circa 1710" source="Wikimedia Commons" desc="A London coffee-house, circa 1710 (Wikimedia Commons)"/>
                        <p>Most importantly, <hi rend="italic">The Spectator</hi> introduces a new
                            kind of persona, what critics call an <hi rend="italic">eidolon</hi>, in
                            the figure of “Mr. Spectator,” in whose voice all of the essays were
                            composed, no matter which of the two men was the actual author. <hi rend="italic">The Spectator</hi> did not invent the concept of the
                                <hi rend="italic">eidolon</hi>, but it provided perhaps its most
                            influential model, one imitated over and over again in works such as
                            Benjamin Franklin’s “Silence Dogood” pieces in <hi rend="italic">The New
                                England Courant</hi> (1721), Samuel Johnson’s<hi rend="italic">Rambler</hi> essays (1750-52), and even the Federalist essays
                            composed by Alexander Hamilton, James Madison, and John Jay to defend
                            the U. S. Constitution. Mr. Spectator projected himself as a civilized
                            man of the world, an observer looking on society like a fly on the wall.
                            He is well educated, but not a specialist in anything, which enables him
                            to comment on all sorts of things. In the course of its run, <hi rend="italic">The Spectator</hi> offers essays on fashion, on
                            politics, on religion, on literature. Steele’s essay on Inkle and Yarico
                            (#11) popularized the story to eighteenth-century readers; it would
                            become a cultural phenomenon, with plays, musicals, and poems about the
                            doomed pair of lovers abounding in English-speaking culture over the
                            next few decades. Addison’s essays on John Milton's epic <hi rend="italic">Paradise Lost </hi>and the series generally known as
                            “the pleasures of the imagination” became widely influential works of
                            literary criticism and aesthetic theory that to some extent established
                            a paradigm for what modern criticism could be. To be sure, this is a
                            very male <hi rend="italic">eidolon</hi>, and it is no surprise to
                            discover that <hi rend="italic">The Spectator’s</hi> essays are very
                            frequently condescending towards women readers. In the 1740s, Eliza
                            Haywood published a journal called <hi rend="italic">The Female
                                Spectator</hi> http://www2.scc.rutgers.edu/spectator/haywood/, one
                            that forms a nice counterweight to the bluff masculinity of Addison and
                            Steele’s journal.</p>
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                        <p>
                                <hi rend="italic">The Spectator</hi> ran from March 3, 1711 to December
                            6, 1712, comprising 555 issues in all. (On his own, Addison revived <hi rend="italic">The Spectator</hi> briefly for a few months in 1714,
                            but these essays were generally not as popular.) Of these, about 250
                            issues each were written by Addison and Steele; Addison’s cousin Eustace
                            Budgell contributed a small number, as did the poet John Hughes. Over
                            time, we hope to add more issues of both <hi rend="italic">The
                                Tatler</hi> and <hi rend="italic">The Spectator</hi> to this digital
                            anthology.</p>
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                        <head type="sub">Thursday, March 1, 1711.</head> <lb/>
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                            <ref target="Horace_" corresp="Horace">
                                <hi rend="italic">Non fumum exfulgere,
                            sed ex fumo dare lucem Cogitat, ut speciosa dehinc miracula
                            promat.</hi>--Hor.</ref>
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                <note xml:id="Horace" target="Horace_" resp="editors.xml#JOB" type="editorial">"He intends not smoke from the flame, but
                        fire from the smoke, so as to reveal wonderful things. Horace." Addison is
                        quoting here from "The Art of Poetry," a verse treatise by the Roman poet
                        Horace that was widely read in the eighteenth century. Addison could count
                        on most of his educated readers knowing the allusion, since the poem was so
                        widely taught in secondary schools. The joke here is that Addison is
                        imagining this essay as being read aloud in smoke-filled
                        coffeehouses.</note>
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                <head type="sub">To be Continued every Day.</head>
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                <p>I HAVE observed, that a Reader seldom peruses a Book with Pleasure 'till he knows
                    whether the Writer of it be a <ref target="black_" corresp="black">black or a
                        fair Man</ref>
                            <note xml:id="black" target="black_">This is not a racial category in Addison's day; the distincion is between having dark or light hair and complexion.</note>, of a <ref target="cholerick_" corresp="cholerick">mild or
                        cholerick Disposition</ref>
                            <note xml:id="cholerick" target="cholerick_">A
                        relaxed or angry disposition.</note>, Married or a Batchelor, with other
                    Particulars of the like nature, that <ref target="conduce_" corresp="conduce">conduce</ref>
                            <note xml:id="conduce" target="conduce_">Contribute to.</note>
                    very much to the right Understanding of an Author. To gratify this Curiosity,
                    which is so natural to a Reader, I design this Paper, and my next, as <ref target="prefatory_" corresp="prefatory">Prefatory</ref>
                            <note xml:id="prefatory" target="prefatory_">introductory.</note> Discourses to my
                    following Writings, and shall give some Account in them of the several persons
                    that are engaged in this Work. As the chief trouble of Compiling, Digesting, and
                    Correcting will fall to my Share, I must do myself the Justice to open the Work
                    with my own History.</p>
                <p>I was born to a small Hereditary Estate, which according to the tradition of the
                    village where it lies, was bounded by the same Hedges and Ditches in <ref target="William_" corresp="William">
                                <hi rend="italic">William</hi> the
                        Conqueror's</ref>
                            <note xml:id="William" target="William_">The Norman warlord
                        who defeated the English king Harold at the Battle of Hastings in 1066 and
                        became William I. </note> Time that it is at present, and has been delivered
                    down from Father to Son whole and entire, without the Loss or Acquisition of a
                    single Field or Meadow, during the Space of six hundred Years. There runs a
                    Story in the Family, that when my Mother was gone with Child of me about three
                    Months, she dreamt that she was brought to Bed of a Judge. Whether this might
                    proceed from a Law-suit which was then depending in the Family, or my Fathers
                    being a Justice of the Peace, I cannot determine; for I am not so vain as to
                    think it <ref target="presaged_" corresp="presaged">presaged</ref>
                            <note xml:id="presaged" target="presaged_">Predict or foretell.</note> any Dignity
                    that I should arrive at in my future Life, though that was the Interpretation
                    the Neighbourhood put upon it. The Gravity of my Behaviour at my very first
                    Appearance in the World, and all the Time that I <ref target="sucked_" corresp="sucked">sucked</ref>
                            <note xml:id="sucked" target="sucked_">breastfed</note>, seemed to favour my Mothers Dream: For, as she has often
                    told me, I threw away my Rattle before I was two Months old, and would that was
                    the Interpretation which the Neighbourhood put upon not make use of my <ref target="coral_" corresp="coral">Coral</ref>
                            <note xml:id="coral" target="coral_">That is, his teething ring; these were often made of coral
                        in this period.</note> till they had taken away the Bells from it.</p>
                <p>As for the rest of my Infancy, there being nothing in it remarkable, I shall pass
                    it over in Silence. I find that, during my <ref target="nonage_" corresp="nonage">Nonage</ref>
                            <note xml:id="nonage" target="nonage_">Youth or
                        childhood. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note>, I had the reputation of
                    a very sullen Youth, but was always a Favourite of my School-master, who used to
                    say, that my <ref target="parts_" corresp="parts">parts</ref>
                            <note xml:id="parts" target="parts_">Characteristics or elements of a person.
                    </note> were solid and would wear well. I had not been long at the University,
                    before I distinguished myself by a most profound Silence: For, during the Space
                    of eight Years, excepting in the publick Exercises of the College, I scarce
                    uttered the Quantity of an hundred Words; and indeed do not remember that I ever
                    spoke three Sentences together in my whole Life. Whilst I was in this Learned
                    Body, I applied myself with so much Diligence to my Studies, that there are very
                    few celebrated Books, either in the Learned or the Modern Tongues, which I am
                    not acquainted with.</p>
                <p>Upon the Death of my Father I was resolved to travel into Foreign Countries, and
                    therefore left the University, with the Character of an odd unaccountable
                    Fellow, that had a great deal of Learning, if I would but show it. An insatiable
                    Thirst after Knowledge carried me into all the Countries of Europe, in which
                    there was any thing new or strange to be seen; nay, to such a Degree was my
                    curiosity raised, that having read the controversies of some great Men
                    concerning the Antiquities of <hi rend="italic">Egypt</hi>, I made a Voyage to
                        <hi rend="italic">Grand Cairo</hi>, on purpose to take the Measure of a
                    Pyramid; and, as soon as I had set my self right in that Particular, returned to
                    my Native Country with great Satisfaction.</p>
                <p>I have passed my latter Years in this City, where I am frequently seen in most
                    publick Places, tho there are not above half a dozen of my select Friends that
                    know me; of whom my next Paper shall give a more particular Account. There is no
                    place of general Resort wherein I do not often make my appearance; sometimes I
                    am seen thrusting my Head into a Round of Politicians at <ref target="wills_" corresp="wills">
                                <hi rend="italic">Wills</hi>
                            </ref>
                            <note xml:id="wills" target="wills_">Wills was a popular coffee shop. Coffee-drinking was
                        comparatively new to England, havinug arrived as a practice, probably from
                        Turkey, a few decades before. But coffee shops were everywhere in London in
                        the early eighteenth century, becoming popular places for men (and they were
                        almost-always male dominated domains) to socialize while they satisfied
                        their cravings for caffeine and (since smoking pipes was also popular)
                        nicotine. Over the next few lines, Mr. Spectator names several of the most
                        popular coffee shops in central London at the time.</note>, and listening
                    with great Attention to the Narratives that are made in those little Circular
                    Audiences. Sometimes I smoak a Pipe at <hi rend="italic">Childs</hi>; and, while
                    I seem attentive to nothing but the <ref target="post-man_" corresp="post-man">
                                <hi rend="italic">Post-man</hi>
                            </ref>
                            <note xml:id="post-man" target="post-man_">one of the daily newspapers in London at that
                    time</note>, over-hear the Conversation of every Table in the Room. I appear on
                        <hi rend="italic">Sunday</hi> nights at <hi rend="italic">St. James's
                        Coffee</hi> House, and sometimes join the little Committee of Politicks in
                    the Inner-Room, as one who comes there to hear and improve. My Face is likewise
                    very well known at the <hi rend="italic">Grecian</hi>, the <hi rend="italic">Cocoa-Tree</hi>, and in the <ref target="theatres_" corresp="theatres">Theaters both of <hi rend="italic">Drury Lane and the
                        Hay-Market</hi>
                            </ref>
                            <note xml:id="theatres" target="theatres_">The theaters
                        on Drury Lane and the Hay-Market were the two state-licensed playhouses in
                        central London. As Mr. Spectator implies here, theaters were as much places
                        to be seen by others as to see a play; they were intensely social spaces,
                        where theatergoers enjoyed the spectacle of other audience members almost as
                        much--and sometimes more--than they enjoyed the performances on the
                        stage.</note>. I have been taken for a Merchant <pb n="Verso" facs="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/addison-steele-spectator/1v.jpg"/>upon the <hi rend="italic">Exchange</hi> for above these ten Years, and sometimes pass for a <hi rend="italic">Jew</hi> in the Assembly of <ref target="stock-jobbers_" corresp="stock-jobbers">Stock-Jobbers</ref>
                            <note xml:id="stock-jobbers" target="stock-jobbers_">stockbrokers, but the sense here is more pejorative
                        than the word is today; selling stock in private companies was comparatively
                        new, and looked at with suspicion by some</note> at <hi rend="italic">Jonathans</hi>. In short, where-ever I see a Cluster of People, I always
                    mix with them, tho I never open my Lips but in my own Club.</p>
                <p>Thus I live in the World, rather as a Spectator of Mankind, than as one of the
                    Species; by which means I have made my self a Speculative Statesman, Soldier,
                    Merchant, and Artizan, without ever medling with any Practical Part in Life. I
                    am very well versed in the Theory of an Husband, or a Father, and can discern
                    the Errors in the Oeconomy, Business, and Diversion of others, better than those
                    who are engaged in them; as Standers-by discover <ref target="blots_" corresp="blots">Blots</ref>
                            <note xml:id="blots" target="blots_">Exposed
                        pieces in a game like backgammon, checkers, or chess. Source: Oxford English
                        Dictionary</note>, which are apt to escape those who are in the Game. I
                    never espoused any Party with Violence, and am resolved to observe an exact
                    Neutrality between the <ref target="politics_" corresp="politics">Whigs and
                        Tories</ref>
                            <note xml:id="politics" target="politics_">The Whigs and the
                        Tories were the two main political factions of the day. The <hi rend="italic">Spectator</hi> positioned itself as a neutral journal, and
                        part of the reason why Addison and Steele tried to stay anonymous was to
                        keep up that pretense, since they were both well known to be Whigs.</note>,
                    unless I shall be forcd to declare myself by the Hostilities of either side. In
                    short, I have acted in all the parts of my Life as a Looker-on, which is the
                        <ref target="character_" corresp="character">Character</ref>
                            <note xml:id="character" target="character_">Addison is punning here on the sense
                        of character as personal identity and character as a printed mark on a
                        page.</note> I intend to preserve in this Paper.</p>
                <p>I have given the Reader just so much of my History and Character, as to let him
                    see I am not altogether unqualified for the Business I have undertaken. As for
                    other Particulars in my Life and Adventures, I shall insert them in following
                    Papers, as I shall see occasion. In the mean time, when I consider how much I
                    have seen, read, and heard, I begin to blame my own <ref target="taciturnity_" corresp="taciturnity">Taciturnity</ref>
                            <note xml:id="taciturnity" target="taciturnity_">silence</note>; and since I have neither Time nor
                    Inclination to communicate the Fulness of my Heart in Speech, I am resolved to
                    do it in Writing; and to Print my self out, if possible, before I Die. I have
                    been often told by my Friends that it is Pity so many useful Discoveries which I
                    have made, should be in the possession of a Silent Man. For this Reason
                    therefore, I shall publish a Sheet full of Thoughts every Morning, for the
                    Benefit of my Contemporaries; and if I can any way contribute to the Diversion
                    or Improvement of the Country in which I live, I shall leave it, when I am
                    summoned out of it, with the secret Satisfaction of thinking that I have not
                    Lived in vain.</p>
                <p>There are three very material Points which I have not spoken to in this Paper,
                    and which, for several important Reasons, I must keep to my self; at least for
                    some Time: I mean, an Account of my Name, my Age, and my Lodgings. I must
                    confess I would gratify my Reader in any thing that is reasonable; but as for
                    these three Particulars, though I am sensible they might tend very much to the
                    Embellishment of my Paper, I cannot yet come to a Resolution of communicating
                    them to the Publick. They would indeed draw me out of that Obscurity which I
                    have enjoyed for many Years, and expose me in Publick Places to several Salutes
                    and Civilities, which have been always very disagreeable to me; for the greatest
                    pain I can suffer, is the being talked to, and being stared at. It is for this
                    Reason likewise, that I keep my Complexion and Dress, as very great Secrets; tho
                    it is not impossible, but I may make Discoveries of both in the Progress of the
                    Work I have undertaken.</p>
                <p>After having been thus particular upon my self; I shall in tomorrows Paper give
                    an Account of those Gentlemen who are concerned with me in this Work. For, as I
                    have before <ref target="intimated_" corresp="intimated">intimated</ref>
                            <note xml:id="intimated" target="intimated_">shared confidentially</note>, a Plan
                    of it is laid and <ref target="concerted_" corresp="concerted">concerted</ref>
                            <note xml:id="concerted" target="concerted_">arranged or
                        contrived by two or more people working "in consert"</note> (as all other
                    Matters of Importance are) in a Club. However, as my Friends have engaged me to
                    stand in the Front, those who have a mind to correspond with me, may direct
                    their Letters <hi rend="italic">To the Spectator</hi>, at <ref target="Buckleys_" corresp="Buckleys">Mr. <hi rend="italic">Buckleys</hi>, in <hi rend="italic">Little Britain</hi>
                            </ref>.<note xml:id="Buckleys" target="Buckleys_">Samuel Buckley was the printer and publisher of the new journal. His print-shop was on Little Britain, a street in London where a number of printers congregated at this time.</note> For I must further
                    acquaint the Reader, that tho' our Club meets only on <hi rend="italic">Tuesdays</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Thursdays</hi>, we have appointed a
                    Committee to sit every Night, for the Inspection of all such Papers as may
                    contribute to the Advancement of the Public <ref target="weal_" corresp="weal">Weal</ref>
                            <note xml:id="weal" target="weal_">welfare and happiness
                    </note>.</p>
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                            <ref target="clio_" corresp="clio">C.</ref>
                            <note xml:id="clio" target="clio_" resp="editors.xml#JOB" type="gloss">Addison identified the essays that he wrote with the letters C, L, I, or O,
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                    THE SPECTATOR. <lb/>
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                    Tuesday, March 13, 1711. <lb/>
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                    <ref target="Juvenal_" corresp="Juvenal">
                                <hi rend="italic">Dat veniam corvis, vexat censura columbas.--Juv.</hi>
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                            <note xml:id="Juvenal" target="Juvenal_">"Our censors indulge crows, but harass doves." Juvenal. The line is taken from the first Satire of the Roman poet Juvenal, written in the first century. What is Steele trying to say by including this epigraph? One way of reading it is that Steele is thinking of a gendered allegory, with men in the role of crows and women as doves; thus he is implying that the kind of behavior that women get condemned for is something that men get away with. Like the essay that follows, the epigraph is ambiguous, requiring the reader to put the pieces together and interpret it for him or herself.</note> <lb/>
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                            <hi rend="italic">Arietta</hi> is visited by all Persons of both Sexes, who may have any Pretence to Wit and <ref target="gallantry_" corresp="gallantry">Gallantry</ref>
                            <note xml:id="gallantry" target="gallantry_">Politeness, especially on the part of a man.</note>. She is in that time of Life which is neither affected with the Follies of Youth or <ref target="infirmities_" corresp="infirmities">infirmities</ref>
                            <note xml:id="infirmities" target="infirmities_">Weaknesses. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note> of Age; and her Conversation is so mixed with <ref target="gaiety_" corresp="gaiety">Gaiety</ref>
                            <note xml:id="gaiety" target="gaity_">Cheerfulness. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note> and Prudence, that she is agreeable both to the Young and the Old. Her Behaviour is very frank, without being in the least blameable; and as she is out of the Tract of any amorous or ambitious Pursuits of her own, her Visitants entertain her with Accounts of themselves very freely, whether they concern their Passions or their Interests. I made her a Visit this Afternoon, having been formerly introduced to the Honour of her Acquaintance, by my friend Will. <hi rend="italic">Honeycomb</hi>, who has prevailed upon her to admit me sometimes into her Assembly, as a civil, inoffensive Man. I found her accompanied with one Person only, a <ref target="talker_" corresp="talker">Common-Place Talker</ref>
                            <note xml:id="talker" target="talker_">A bore; someone who utters only common-places or clichés. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note>, who, upon my Entrance, rose, and after a very slight Civility sat down again then turning to <hi rend="italic">Arietta</hi>, pursued his Discourse, which I found was upon the old Topick, of Constancy in Love. He went on with great Facility in repeating what he talks every Day of his Life; and, with the Ornaments of insignificant Laughs and Gestures, enforced his Arguments by Quotations out of Plays and Songs, which allude to the Perjuries of the Fair, the general <ref target="levity_" corresp="levity">Levity</ref>
                            <note xml:id="levity" target="levity_">Lightness; lack of seriousness. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note> of Women. Methought he strove to shine more than ordinarily in his Talkative Way, that he might insult my Silence, and distinguish himself before a Woman of <hi rend="italic">Arietta's</hi> Taste and Understanding. She had often an Inclination to interrupt him, but could find no Opportunity, 'till the <ref target="larum_" corresp="larum">Larum</ref>
                            <note xml:id="larum" target="larum_">Alarm; that is, this talkative man (who is clearly the opposite of the silent Mr. Spectator), rattles on like an alarm bell. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note> ceased of its self; which it did not 'till he had repeated and murdered <ref target="Ephesian_" corresp="Ephesian">the celebrated Story of the <hi rend="italic">Ephesian</hi> Matron</ref>
                            <note xml:id="Ephesian" target="Ephesian">This story, which comes from the <hi rend="italic">Satyricon</hi> by the Roman writer Petronius, would have been so well known to his original readers that Steele did not have tell it. But it is not well known any more, so here is a brief summary. The husband of a woman from Ephesus died, and she was so wracked with grief that she accompanied him to his tomb. She stayed with the body for days, mourning and refusing to eat. The people of Ephesus were concerned for her, but also thought of her as a model of the faithful wife. Meanwhile, the governor of the province ordered the bodies of some robbers to be nailed to crosses near the tomb. A soldier sent to guard the bodies saw the light in the tomb, and, visiting the woman, tried to console her and encouraged her to eat. Eventually, she gave in, and then the soldier seduced her, and they had sex; in fact, they stayed in the tomb together for several days, with everyone around assuming that she had died of grief and hunger. But because the bodies of the robbers had been left unguarded, one of them was taken down by his family, who gave it an appropriate burial. Finally seeing the empty cross, and fearing that the soldier would be blamed and perhaps executed for dereliction of duty, the woman had the corpse of her husband put on the empty cross, since she would rather save a living man than preserve a dead one.</note>.</p>
                
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                            <hi rend="italic">Arietta</hi> seemed to regard this Piece of <ref target="raillery_" corresp="raillery">Raillery</ref>
                            <note xml:id="raillery" target="railley_">Mockery, banter. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note> as an Outrage done to her Sex; as indeed I have always observed that Women, whether out of a nicer Regard to their Honour, or what other Reason I cannot tell, are more sensibly touched with those general <ref target="aspersions_" corresp="aspersions">Aspersions</ref>
                            <note xml:id="aspersions" target="aspersions">Damaging reports or insinuations, often of a slanderous nature. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note>, which are cast upon their Sex, than Men are by what is said of theirs.</p>         
                <p>When she had a little recovered her self from the serious Anger she was in, she replied in the following manner.</p>
                
                <p>Sir, when I consider, how perfectly new all you have said on this Subject is, and that the Story you have given us is not quite two thousand Years Old, I cannot but think it a Piece of <ref target="presumption_" corresp="presumption">Presumption</ref>
                            <note xml:id="presumption" target="presumption_">Arrogance. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note> to dispute with you: But your Quotations put me in Mind of the <ref target="lion_" corresp="lion">Fable of the Lion and the Man</ref>
                            <note xml:id="lion" target="lion_">"The Man and the Lion" is one of Aesop's <hi rend="italic">Fables</hi>, that highlights the need to examine one's evidence before it is presented or accepted. The fable shows a man and a lion disputing over which of them is better. To make his point the man points to a statue of a man that has subdued a lion. Undermining the man, the lion points out that if lions could sculpt they would most certainly create the statue the other way around. Later versions alter the story replacing the sculpture with instead a painting of a man subduing a lion. Source: Wikipedia</note>. The Man walking with that noble Animal, showed him, in the Ostentation of Human Superiority, a Sign of a Man killing a Lion. Upon which the Lion said very justly, <hi rend="italic">We Lions are none of us Painters, else we could show a hundred Men ruled by Lions, for one Lion killed by a Man</hi>. You Men are Writers, and can represent us Women as Unbecoming as you please in your Works, while we are unable to return the Injury. You have twice or thrice observed in your Discourse, that Hypocrisy is the very Foundation of our Education; and that an Ability to dissemble our affections, is a professed Part of our Breeding. These, and such other Reflections, are sprinkled up and down the Writings of all Ages, by Authors, who leave behind them Memorials of their Resentment against the Scorn of particular Women, in <ref target="invectives_" corresp="invectives">Invectives</ref>
                            <note xml:id="invectives" target="invectives_">Violent attacks with words. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note> against the whole Sex. Such a Writer, I doubt not, was the celebrated <ref target="Petronius_" corresp="Petronius">
                                <hi rend="italic">Petronius</hi>
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                            <note xml:id="Petronius" target="Petronius_">The supposed author of the <hi rend="italic">Satyricon</hi>, the work that the story of the Ephesian matron comes from. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note>, who invented the pleasant Aggravations of the Frailty of the <hi rend="italic">Ephesian</hi> Lady; but when we consider this Question between the Sexes, which has been either a Point of Dispute or Raillery ever since there were Men and Women, let us take Facts from plain People, and from such as have not either Ambition or Capacity to embellish their Narrations with any Beauties of Imagination. I was the other Day amusing myself with <ref target="Ligon_" corresp="Ligon">
                                <hi rend="italic">Ligon's</hi> Account of <hi rend="italic">Barbadoes</hi>; and, in Answer to your well-wrought Tale, I will give you (as it dwells upon my Memory) Out of that honest Traveller, in his fifty fifth page, the History of <hi rend="italic">Inkle</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Yarico</hi>
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                                <ref target="https://ecda.northeastern.edu/item/neu:m0410970q/">
                                    <hi rend="italic">A True and Exact History of Barbadoes</hi>
                                </ref>, written by Richard Ligon and published in 1657, is the source for the following story. <graphic url="https://lic-assets-staging.s3.amazonaws.com/addison-steele-spectator/Ligon+title+page.jpg"/>For the most part, Ligon's book is what the title states, a careful description of the island of Barbados for the use of anyone in England who was interested in traveling or investing there. But he does include this (apparently) fictional story of a young man who fell in love with, but then betrayed, a native woman. Here is the original version, from Ligon: <lb/>
                    This Indian dwelling neer the Sea-coast, upon the Main, an English ship put in to a Bay, and sent some of her men a shoar, to try what victualls or water they could finde, for in some distresse they were: But the Indians perceiving them to go up so far into the Country, as they were sure they could not make a safe retreat, intercepted them in their return, and fell upon them, chasing them into a Wood, and being dispersed there, some were taken, and some kill’d: but a young man amongst them stragling from the rest, was met by this Indian Maid, who upon the first sight fell in love with him, and hid him close from her Countrymen (the Indians) in a Cave, and there fed him, till they could safely go down to the shoar, where the ship lay at anchor, expecting the return of their friends. <lb/>
                    But at last, seeing them upon the shoar, sent the long-Boat for them, took them aboard, and brought them away. But the youth, when he came ashoar in the Barbadoes, forgot the kindnesse of the poor maid, that had ventured her life for his safety, and sold her for a slave, who was as free born as he: And so poor Yarico for her love, lost her liberty.</note>.</p>
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                <p>Mr. <hi rend="italic">Thomas Inkle</hi> of <hi rend="italic">London</hi>, aged twenty Years, embarked in the <hi rend="italic">Downs</hi>, on the good Ship called 
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                    the <hi rend="italic">Achilles</hi>, bound for the <hi rend="italic">West Indies</hi>, on the 16th of June 1647, in order to improve his Fortune by Trade and Merchandize. Our Adventurer was the third Son of an eminent Citizen, who had taken particular Care to instill into his Mind an early Love of Gain, by making him a perfect Master of Numbers, and consequently giving him a quick View of Loss and Advantage, and preventing the natural Impulses of his Passions, by <ref target="prepossession_" corresp="prepossession">Prepossession</ref>
                            <note xml:id="prepossession" target="prepossession_">Bias or predisposition. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note> towards his Interests. With a Mind thus turned, young <hi rend="italic">Inkle</hi> had a Person every way agreeable, a ruddy Vigour in his Countenance, Strength in his limbs, with Ringlets of fair Hair loosely flowing on his Shoulders. It happened, in the Course of the Voyage, that the <hi rend="italic">Achilles</hi>, in some Distress, put into a Creek on the Main of <hi rend="italic">America</hi>, in search of Provisions : The Youth, who is the Hero of my Story, among others, went ashore on this Occasion. From their first Landing they were observed by a Party of <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi>, who hid themselves in the Woods for that Purpose. The <hi rend="italic">English</hi> unadvisedly marched a great distance from the Shore into the Country, and were intercepted by the Natives, who slew the greatest Number of them. Our Adventurer escaped among others, by flying into a Forest. Upon his coming into a remote and pathless Part of the Wood, he threw himself tired and breathless on a little <ref target="hillock_" corresp="hillock">Hillock</ref>
                            <note xml:id="hillock" target="hillock_">A small hill. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note>, when an <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> Maid rushed from a Thicket behind him After the first Surprize, they appeared mutually agreeable to each other. If the European was highly charmed with the Limbs, Features, and wild Graces of the Naked <hi rend="italic">American</hi>; the <hi rend="italic">American</hi> was no less taken with the Dress, Complexion, and Shape of an <hi rend="italic">European</hi>, covered from Head to Foot. The <hi rend="italic">Indian</hi> grew immediately enamoured of him, and consequently sollicitous for his Preservation: She therefore conveyed him to a Cave, where she gave him a Delicious <ref target="repast_" corresp="repast">Repast</ref>
                            <note xml:id="repast" target="repast_">Meal. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note> of Fruits, and led him to a Stream to <ref target="slake_" corresp="slake">slake</ref>
                            <note xml:id="slake" target="slake_">to ease or satisfy</note> his Thirst. In the midst of these good Offices, she would sometimes play with his Hair, and delight in the Opposition of its Colour to that of her Fingers: Then open his Bosome, then laugh at him for covering it. She was, it seems, a Person of Distinction, for she every day came to him in a different Dress, of the most beautiful Shells, <ref target="bugles_" corresp="bugles">Bugles</ref>
                            <note xml:id="bugles" target="bugles_">Tube-shaped beads used for jewellery. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note>, and <ref target="bredes_" corresp="bredes">Bredes</ref>
                            <note xml:id="bredes" target="bredes_">Braids or plaits. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note>. She likewise brought him a great many Spoils, which her other Lovers had presented to her; so that his Cave was richly adorned with all the spotted Skins of Beasts, and most Party-coloured Feathers of Fowls, which that World afforded. To make his Confinement more tolerable, she would carry him in the Dusk of the Evening, or by the favour of Moon-light, to unfrequented Groves, and Solitudes, and show him where to lye down in Safety, and sleep amidst the Falls of Waters, and Melody of Nightingales. Her Part was to watch and hurl him in her Arms, for fear of her Country-men, and wake on Occasions to consult his Safety. In this manner did the Lovers pass away their Time, till they had learn'd a Language of their own, in which the Voyager communicated to his Mistress, how happy he should be to have her in his Country, where she should be Cloathed in such Silks as his Wastecoat was made of, and be carried in Houses drawn by Horses, without being exposed to Wind or Weather. All this he promised her the Enjoyment of, without such Fears and Alarms as they were there tormented with. In this tender Correspondence these Lovers lived for several Months, when <hi rend="italic">Yarico</hi>, instructed by her Lover, discovered a Vessel on the Coast, to which she made Signals, and in the Night, with the utmost Joy and Satisfaction accompanied him to a Ships-Crew of his Country-Men, bound for Barbadoes. When a Vessel from the Main arrives in that Island, it seems the Planters come down to the Shoar, where there is an immediate Market of the <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> and other Slaves, as with us of Horses and Oxen.</p>
                <p>To be short, Mr. <hi rend="italic">Thomas Inkle</hi>, now coming into <hi rend="italic">English</hi> Territories, began seriously to reflect upon his loss of Time, and to weigh with himself how many Days Interest of his Mony he had lost during his Stay with <hi rend="italic">Yarico</hi>. This thought made the Young Man very pensive, and careful what Account he should be able to give his Friends of his Voyage. Upon which Considerations, the prudent and frugal young Man sold <hi rend="italic">Yarico</hi> to a <placeName type="tgn" key="7004770">
                                <hi rend="italic">Barbadian</hi> </placeName>Merchant; notwithstanding that the poor Girl, to incline him to <ref target="commiserate_" corresp="commiserate">commiserate</ref>
                            <note xml:id="commiserate" target="commiserate_">Pity or sympathize. Source: Oxford English Dictionary</note> her Condition, told him that she was with Child by him. But he only made use of that Information, to rise in his Demands upon the Purchaser.</p>
                <p>I was so touch'd with this Story, (which I think should be always a Counterpart to the <hi rend="italic">Ephesian</hi> Matron) that I left the Room with Tears in my Eyes; which a Woman of <hi rend="italic">Arietta's</hi> good Sense, did, I am sure, take for greater Applause, than any Compliments I could make her.</p>
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    <titlePart>LETTERS<lb/>
        Of the RIGHT HONOURABLE <lb/>
        Lady M—y W—y M—e:<lb/>
<lb/>Written, during her TRAVELS in 
        <lb/>EUROPE, ASIA AND AFRICA, <lb/>
        TO <lb/>
        Persons of Distinction, Men of Letters. &amp;.<lb/>
        in different PARTS of EUROPE.<lb/>
WHICH CONTAIN, <lb/>Among other CURIOUS Relations, <lb/>
        ACCOUNTS of the POLICY and MANNERS <lb/>of the TURKS;<lb/>
        Drawn from Sources that have been inaccessible to <lb/>other Travellers.<lb/>
THE FOURTH EDITION.</titlePart>
<docImprint>PROVIDENCE, in NEW-ENGLAND: <lb/>
    Printed and sold by SARAH GODDARD, and COMPANY.</docImprint>
<docDate>M,DCC,LXVI</docDate>
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<pb/>
<head>PREFACE, <lb/>BY A <lb/>LADY.</head>
<head>Written in 1724.</head>
<p>
I WAS going, like common editors, to advertise the reader of the beauties and excellencies of the work laid before him: To tell him that the illustrious author had opportunities, that other travellers, whatever their quality or curiosity may have been, cannot obtain; and a genius capable of making the best improvement of every opportunity. But if the reader, after perusing
<hi rend="italic">one</hi> letter only, has not discernment to distinguish that natural elegance, that delicacy of sentiment and observation, that easy gracefulness, and lovely simplicity (which is the perfection of writing) and in which these
<hi rend="italic">Letters</hi>
exceed all that have appeared in
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this kind, or almost in any other, let him lay the book down, and leave it to those who have.
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The noble author had the goodness to lend me her M. S. to satisfy my curiosity in some enquiries I had made concerning her travels; and when I had it in my hands, how was it possible to part with it? I once had the vanity to hope I might acquaint the public, that it owed this invaluable treasure to my importunities. But alas! the most ingenious author has condemned it to obscurity during her life; and conviction, as well as deference, obliges me to yield to her reasons. However, if these
<hi rend="italic">Letters</hi>
appear hereafter when I am in my grave, let this attend them, in testimony to posterity, that among her cotemporaries,
<hi rend="italic">one</hi>
woman, at least, was just to her merit.
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<p>There is not any thing so excellent, but some will carp at it, and the rather, because of its excellency. But to such hypercritics, I shall only say * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *.</p>
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I confess, I am malicious enough to desire, that the world should see, to how much better purpose the LADIES travel than their LORDS; and that,
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whilst it is surfeited with
<hi rend="italic">Male-Travels,</hi> all in the same tone, and stuft with the same trifles; a lady has the skill to strike out a new path, and to embellish a worn-out subject, with variety of fresh and elegant entertainment. For besides the vivacity and spirit which enlivens every part, and that inimitable beauty which spreads through the whole; besides the purity of the style, for which it may be justly accounted the standard of the English tongue; the reader will find a more true and accurate account of the customs and manners of the several nations, with whom this lady conversed, than he can in any other author. But as her ladyship's penetration discovers the inmost follies of the heart, so the candour of her temper passed over them with an air of pity rather than reproach; treating with the politeness of a severity of her judgment could not but condemn.
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In short, let her own sex at least, do her justice, lay aside diabolical Envy, and its
<ref target="Malice_" corresp="Malice">
                                <hi rend="italic">Brother</hi> Malice</ref>
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This fair and elegant prefacer has resolved, that
<hi rend="italic">Malice</hi>
should be of the Masculine Gender: I believe it is both
<hi rend="italic">Masculine</hi>
and
<hi rend="italic">Feminine,</hi>
and I heartily wish it were
    <hi rend="italic">Neuter.</hi> [Author's note]
</note>, with all their accursed
<pb n="viii"/>
company, sly whispering, cruel back-biting, spiteful detraction, and the rest of that hideous crew, which I hope are very falsely said to attend the
<hi rend="italic">Tea-Table,</hi>
being more apt to think they frequent those public places where virtuous women never come. Let the men malign one another, if they think fit, and strive to pull down merit when they cannot equal it. Let us be better natured, than to give way to any unkind or disrespectful thought of so bright an ornament of our sex, merely because she has better sense; for I doubt not but our hearts will tell us, that this is the real and unpardonable offence, whatever may be pretended. Let us be better Christians, than to look upon her with an evil eye, only because the giver of all good gifts has entrusted and adorned her with the most excellent talents. Rather let us freely own the superiority of this sublime genius, as I do in the sincerity of my soul, pleased that a
<hi rend="italic">woman</hi> triumphs, and proud to follow in her train. Let us offer her the palm which is so justly her due: and if we pretend to any laurels, lay them willingly at her feet.
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December 18, 1724.
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                                <ref target="M.A._" corresp="M.A.">M. A.</ref>
                                <lb/>May 31, 1725.<note xml:id="M.A." target="M.A._">"M. A." is Mary Astell, a friend of Lady Mary Wortley Montagu's. Astell is now also known as the author of <hi rend="italic">
                                        <ref target="https://anthologydev.lib.virginia.edu/work/Astell/astell-serious-proposal">A Serious Proposal to the Ladies</ref>
                                    </hi> (1697), an early feminist tract. Astell's preface was written in 1724, at which point Montagu's book of letters was in manuscript circulation among their circle of friends. It was not printed until after Montagu's death in 1762. Astell had died many years earlier, in May 1731; she was sixty-four years old.</note>
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<l>Charm'd into love of what obscures my fame,</l>
<l>If I had wit, I'd celebrate her name,</l>
<l>And all the beauties of her mind proclaim.</l>
<l>Till malice deafen'd with the mighty sound.</l>
<l>It's ill-concerted calumnies confound;</l>
<l>Let fall the mask, and with pale Envy meet,</l>
<l>To ask and find, their pardon, at her feet.</l>
    </lg>
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    <lb/>
                    <div>
    <p>You see, Madam, how I lay every thing at your feet. As the tautology shews the poverty of my genius, it likewise shews the extent of your empire over my imagination.</p>
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THE editor of these Letters, who during his residence at Venice, was honoured with the esteem and friendship of their ingenious and elegant author, presents them to the public, for the two following Reasons.
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<hi rend="italic">First,</hi>
Because it was the manifest intention of the Lady M—y W—y M—e, that this SELECT COLLECTION of her Letters should be communicated to the public: an intention declared, not only to the Editor, but to a few more chosen friends, to whom she gave copies of these incomparable Letters.
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The
<hi>Second</hi>
and principal reason that has engaged the Editor to let this collection see the light, is, that the publication of these letters will be an immortal monument to the memory of Lady M—y W—y; and will shew, as long as the English language endures,
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the sprightliness of her wit, the solidity of her judgment, the extent of her knowledge, the eligance of her taste, and the excellence of her
<hi rend="italic">real</hi>
character.
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<p>
The SELECT COLLECTION, here published, was faithfully transcribed from the original manuscript of her ladyship at Venice.
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<p>
The Letters from
<hi rend="italic">
Ratisbon, Vienna, Dresden, Peterwaradin, Belgrade, Adrianople, Constantinople, Pera, Tunis, Genoa, Lions,
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and
<hi rend="italic">Paris,</hi>
are, certainly, the most curious and interesting part of this publication; and both in point of
<hi rend="italic">matter</hi>
and
<hi rend="italic">form,</hi>
are, to say no more of them, singularly worthy of the curiosity and attention of all
<hi>men of taste,</hi>
and even of all
<hi>women of fashion.</hi>
As to those female readers, who read for improvement, and think their beauty an insipid thing if it is not seasoned by intellectual charms, they will find in these Letters what they seek for, and will behold in their author, an ornament and model to their sex.
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<body>
<div n="1" type="letter">
<pb n="1"/>
<head>LETTER I.</head>
<head>To the Countess of—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Rotterdam,</placeName>
<date>Aug. 3, O. S. 1716.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I FLATTER myself (dear sister) that I shall give you some pleasure in letting you know that I have safely passed the sea, though we had the ill fortune of a storm. We were persuaded by the captain of the yatcht to set out in a calm, and he pretended there was nothing so easy as to tide it over; but, after two days slowly moving, the wind blew so hard, that none of the sailors could keep their feet, and we were all Sunday night tossed very handsomely. I never saw a man more frighted than the captain. For my part, I have been so lucky, neither to suffer from fear nor sea-sickness; tho', I confess, I was so impatient to see myself once more upon dry land, that I would not stay till the yatcht could get to
<hi rend="italic">Rotterdam,</hi>
but went in a long-boat to
<hi rend="italic">Helvoetsluys,</hi>
where we had voitures to carry us to
<hi rend="italic">Briel.</hi>
I was charmed with the neatness of that little town; but my arrival at
<hi rend="italic">Rotterdam,</hi>
presented me a new scene of pleasure. All the streets are paved with broad stones, and before many of the meanest artificers doors are placed seats of various coloured marbles, so neatly kept, that I assure you, I walked almost all over the town yesterday,
<hi rend="italic">incognito,</hi>
in my slippers, without receiving one spot of dirt: and you may see the Dutch maids washing the pavement of the street, with more application than ours do our bed-chambers. The town seems so full of people, with such busy faces, all in
<pb n="2"/>
motion, that I can hardly fancy it is not some celebrated fair; but I see it is every day the same. 'Tis certain no town can be more advantageously situated for commerce. Here are seven large canals, on which the merchants ships come up to the very doors of their houses. The shops and warehouses are of a surprizing neatness and magnificence, filled with an incredible quantity of fine merchandize, and so much cheaper than what we see in England, that I have much ado to persuade myself I am still so near it. Here is neither dirt nor beggary to be seen. One is not shocked with those loathsome cripples, so common in London, nor teized with the importunity of idle fellows and wenches, that choose to be nasty and lazy. The common servants and little shop-women, here, are more nicely clean, than most of our ladies, and the great variety of neat dresses (every woman dressing her head after her own fashion) is an additional pleasure in seeing the town. You see, hitherto, I make no complaints, dear sister, and, if I continue to like travelling as well as I do at present, I shall not repent my project. It will go a great way in making me satisfied with it, if it affords me an opportunity of entertaining you. But it is not from Holland, that you must expect a
<hi rend="italic">disinterested</hi>
offer. I can write enough in the stile of Rotterdam, to tell you plainly, in one word, that I expect returns of all the London news. You see I have already learnt to make a good bargain, and that it is not for nothing I will so much as tell you, I am, Your affectionate sister.
</p>
</div>
<div n="2" type="letter">
<pb n="3"/>
<head>LETTER II.</head>
<head>To Mrs. S.—</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Hague,</placeName>
<date>Aug. 5, O. S. 1716,</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I MAKE haste to tell you, dear Madam, that after all the dreadful fatigues you threatened me with, I am hitherto very well pleased with my journey. We take care to make such short stages every day, that I rather fancy myself upon parties of pleasure, than upon the road, and sure nothing can be more agreeable than travelling in Holland. The whole country appears a large garden; the roads are well paved, shaded on each side with rows of trees, and boarded with large canals, full of boats, passing and repassing. Every twenty paces gives you the prospect of some villa, and every four hours, that of a large town, so surprisingly neat, I am sure you would be charmed with them. The place I am now at, is certainly one of the finest villages in the world. Here are several squares finely built, and, (what I think a particular beauty) the whole set with thick large trees. The
<hi rend="italic">Voor-hout</hi>
is, at the same time, the Hide Park and Mall of the people of quality; for they take the air in it both on foot and in coaches. There are shops for wafers, cool liquors, &amp;cc. I have been to see several of the most celebrated gardens, but I will not teize you with their descriptions. I dare swear you think my letter already long enough. But I must not conclude without begging your pardon, for not obeying your commands, in sending the lace you ordered me. Upon my word I can yet find none, that is not dearer than you may buy in London. If you want any India goods, here are great variety of pennyworths, and I shall follow your orders with great pleasure and exactness, being, Dear Madam, &amp;cc. &amp;cc.
</p>
</div>
<div n="3" type="letter">
<pb n="4"/>
<head>LETTER III.</head>
<head>To Mrs. S. C.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Nimeguen,</placeName>
<date>Aug. 13, O. S. 1716.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I AM extremely sorry, my dear S. that your fears of disobliging your relations, and their fears for your health and safety, have hindered me from enjoying the happiness of your company, and you the pleasure of a diverting journey. I receive some degree of mortification from every agreeable novelty, or pleasing prospect, by the reflection of your having so unluckily missed the delight which I know it would have given you. If you were with me in this town, you would be ready to expect to receive visits from your
<hi rend="italic">Nottingham</hi>
friends. No two places were ever more resembling; one has but to give the
<hi rend="italic">Maese</hi>
the name of the
<hi rend="italic">Trent,</hi>
and there is no distinguishing the prospect. The houses, like those of
<hi rend="italic">Nottingham,</hi>
are built one above another, and are intermixed, in the same manner, with trees and gardens. The Tower, they call
<hi rend="italic">Julius Caesar'</hi>s, has the same situation with
<hi rend="italic">Nottingham</hi>
Castle; and I cannot help fancying I see from it, the
<hi rend="italic">
Trent-field, Adboulton,
</hi>
places so well known to us. 'Tis true, the fortifications make a considerable difference. All the learned in the art of war, bestow great commendations on them; for my part, that know nothing of the matter, I shall content myself with telling you, 'tis a very pretty walk on the ramparts, on which there is a tower, very deservedly called the
<hi rend="italic">Belvidera,</hi>
where people go to drink coffee, tea, &amp;cc. and enjoy one of the finest prospects in the world. The public walks have no great beauty, but the thick shade of the trees, which is solemnly delightful. But I must not forget to take
<pb n="5"/>
notice of the bridge, which appeared very surprising to me. It is large enough to hold hundreds of men, with horses and carriages. They give the value of an English two-pence to get upon it, and then away they go, bridge and all, to the other side of the river, with so slow a motion, one is hardly sensible of any at all. I was yesterday at the French church, and stared very much at the manner of service. The parson clapped on a broad-brimed hat in the first place, which gave him entirely the air of,
<hi rend="italic">what d'ye call him,</hi>
in Bartholomew fair, which he kept up by extraordinary antic gestures, and preaching much such stuff, as t'other talked to the puppets. However the congregation seemed to receive it with great devotion; and I was informed, by some of his flock, that he is a person of particular fame amongst them. I believe by this time, you are as much tired with my account of him, as I was with his sermon; but I am sure your brother will excuse a digression in favour of the church of England. You know, speaking disrespectfully of the Calvinists, is the same thing as speaking honourably of the church. Adieu, my dear S. always remember me, and be assured, I can never forget you, &amp;cc. &amp;cc.
</p>
</div>
<div n="4" type="letter">
<head>LETTER IV.</head>
<head>To the Lady—</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Cologn,</placeName>
<date>Aug. 16, O. S. 1716.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
IF my lady—could have any notion of the fatigues that I have suffered these two last days, I am sure she would own it a great proof of regard, that I now sit down to write to her. We hired horses from Nimeguen hither, not having the conveniency of the
<pb n="6"/>
post, and found but very indifferent accommodations at Reinberg, our first stage; but it was nothing to what I suffered yesterday. We were in hopes to reach Cologn; our horses tired at Stamel, three hours from it, where I was forced to pass the night in my clothes, in a room, not at all better than an hovel; for though I have my bed with me, I had no mind to undress, where the wind came from a thousand places. We left this wretched lodging at day break, and about six, this morning, came safe here, where I got immediately into bed. I slept so well for three hours, that I found myself perfectly recovered, and have had spirits enough to go and see all that is curious in the town, that is to say, the churches, for here is nothing else worth seeing. This is a very large town, but the most part of it is old built. The Jesuits church, which is the neatest, was shewed me, in a very complaisant manner, by a handsome young Jesuit; who, not knowing who I was, took a liberty in his compliments and ralleries, which very much diverted me. Having never before seen any thing of that nature, I could not enough admire the magnificence of the altars, the rich images of the saints (all massy silver) and the
<hi rend="italic">enchasures</hi>
of the relicks, though I could not help murmuring in my heart, at the profusion of pearls, diamonds, and rubies, bestowed on the adornment of rotten teeth and dirty rags. I own that I had wickedness enough to covet
<hi>St. Ursula'</hi>
s pearl necklace; though perhaps this was no wickedness at all, an image not being certainly one's neighbour; but I went yet farther, and wished the wench herself converted into dressing plate. I should also gladly see converted into silver, a great
<hi>St. Christopher,</hi>
which I imagine would look very well in a cistern. These were my pious reflections; though I was very well satisfied to see, piled up to the honour of our nation, the skulls
<pb n="7"/>
of the Eleven Thousand Virgins. I have seen some hundreds of relicks here of no less consequence; but I will not imitate the common stile of travellers so far, as to give you a list of them; being persuaded, that you have no manner of curiosity for the titles given to jaw bones and bits of worm-eaten wood.—Adieu, I am just going to supper, where I shall drink your health in an admirable sort of Lorrain wine, which I am sure is the same you call Burgundy in London, &amp;cc. &amp;cc.
</p>
</div>
<div n="5" type="letter">
<head>LETTER V.</head>
<head>To the Countess of B—</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Nuremberg,</placeName>
<date>Aug. 22, O. S. 1716.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
AFTER five days travelling post, I could not sit down to write on any other occasion than to tell my dear Lady, that I have not forgot her obliging command of sending her some account of my travels. I have already passed a large part of Germany, have seen all that is remarkable in Cologn, Frankfort, Wurtsburg, and this place. 'Tis impossible not to observe the difference between the free towns, and those under the government of absolute princes, as all the little sovereigns of Germany are. In the first there appears an air of commerce and plenty. The streets are well built and full of people, neatly and plainly dressed. The shops are loaded with merchandize, and the commonalty are clean and cheerful. In the other you see a sort of shabby finery, a number of dirty people of quality tawdered out; narrow nasty streets out of repair, wretchedly thin of inhabitants, and above half of the common sort asking alms. I cannot help fancying one, under the figure of a clean Dutch citizen's wife, and the other
<pb n="8"/>
like a poor town lady of pleasure, painted, and ribboned out in her head-dress, with tarnished silver-laced shoes, a ragged under-petticoat, a miserable mixture of vice, and poverty.—They have sumptuary laws in this town, which distinguish their rank by their dress, prevent the excess which ruins so many other cities, and has a more agreeable effect to the eye of a stranger, than our fashions. I need not be ashamed to own, that I wish these laws were in force in other parts of the world. When one considers impartially, the merit of a rich suit of clothes in most places, the respect and the smiles of favour it procures, not to speak of the envy and sighs it occasions (which is very often the principal charm to the wearer) one is forced to confess, that there is need of an uncommon understanding, to resist the temptation of pleasing friends and mortifying rivals; and that it is natural to young people to fall into a folly, which betrays them to that want of money, which is the source of a thousand basenesses. What numbers of men have begun the world with generous inclinations, that have afterwards been the instruments of bringing misery on a whole people, being led by a vain expence into debts that they could clear no other way, but by the forfeit of their honour, and which they never could have contracted, if the respect the multitude pays to habits, was fixed by law, only to a particular colour or cut of plain cloth. These reflections draw after them others that are too melancholy. I will make haste to put them out of your head by the farce of relicks, with which I have been entertained in all Romish churches.
</p>
<p>
The
<hi>Lutherans</hi>
are not quite free from these follies. I have seen here, in the principal church, a large piece of the Cross set in jewels, and the point of the spear, which, they told me, very gravely, was the same that pierced the side of our Saviour. But I was
<pb n="9"/>
particularly diverted in a little Roman catholic church which is permitted here, where the professors of that religion are not very rich, and consequently cannot adorn their images in so rich a manner as their neighbours. For not to be quite destitute of all finery, they have dressed up an image of our Saviour over the altar, in a fair full-bottomed wig, very well powdered. I imagine I see your ladyship stare at this article, of which you very much doubt the veracity; but upon my word, I have not yet made use of the privilege of a traveller, and my whole account is written with the same plain sincerity of heart, with which I assure you that I am, dear Madam, your &amp;cc. &amp;cc.
</p>
</div>
<div n="6" type="letter">
<head>LETTER VI.</head>
<head>To Mrs. P—</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Ratisbon,</placeName>
<date>Aug. 30, O. S. 1716.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I HAD the pleasure of receiving yours, but the day before I left London. I give you a thousand thanks for your good wishes, and have such an opinion of their efficacy, that, I am persuaded, I owe, in part, to them the good luck of having proceeded so far on my long journey without any ill accident. For I don't reckon it any, to have been stopped, a few days, in this town by a cold, since it has not only given me an opportunity of seeing all that is curious in it, but of making some acquaintance with the ladies, who have all been to see me with great civility, particularly
<hi rend="italic">Madame</hi>
—, the wife of our King's envoy from Hanover. She has carried me to all the assemblies, and I have been magnificently entertained at her house, which is one of the finest here. You know that all the nobility of this
<pb n="10"/>
place are Envoys from different States. Here are a great number of them, and they might pass their time agreeably enough, if they were less delicate on the point of ceremony. But instead of joining in the design of making the town as pleasant to one another as they can, and improving their little societies, they amuse themselves no other way, than with perpetual quarrels, which they take care to eternize, by leaving them to their successors; and an envoy to Ratisbon receives, regularly, half a dozen quarrels, among the perquisites of his employment. You may be sure the ladies are not wanting, on their side, in cherishing and improving these important
<hi rend="italic">piques,</hi>
which divide the town almost into as many parties, as there are families. They choose rather to suffer the mortification of sitting almost alone on their assembly nights, than to recede one jot from their pretensions. I have not been here above a week, and yet I have heard from almost every one of them, the whole history of their wrongs, and dreadful complaints of the injustice of their neighbours, in hopes to draw me to their party. But I think it very prudent to remain neuter, though if I was to stay amongst them, there would be no possibility of continuing so, their quarrels running so high, that they will not be civil to those that visit their adversaries. The foundation of these everlasting disputes, turns entirely upon rank, place, and the title of Excellency, which they all pretend to, and what is very hard, will give it to no body. For my part I could not forbear advising them (for the public good) to give the title of Excellency to every body, which would include the receiving it from every body; but the very mention of such a dishonourable peace, was received with as much indignation, as Mrs.
<hi rend="italic">Blackaire</hi>
did the motion of a reference. And indeed, I began to think myself ill-natured, to offer to take from
<pb n="11"/>
them, in a town where there are so few diversions, so entertaining an amusement. I know that my peaceable disposition already gives me a very ill figure, and that 'tis
<hi rend="italic">publicly</hi>
whispered as a piece of impertinent pride in me, that I have hitherto been fancily civil to every body, as if I thought no body good enough to quarrel with. I should be obliged to change my behaviour, if I did not intend to pursue my journey in a few days. I have been to see the churches here, and had the permission of touching the relics, which was never suffered in places where I was not known. I had, by this privilege, the opportunity of making an observation, which I doubt not might have been made in all the other churches, that the emeralds and rubies which they show round their relics and images, are most of them false; though they tell you that many of the
<hi rend="italic">Crosses</hi>
and
<hi rend="italic">
Madonas,
</hi>
set round with these stones, have been the gifts of Emperors and other great Princes. I don't doubt indeed but they were at first jewels of value; but the good fathers have found it convenient to apply them to other uses, and the people are just as well satisfied with bits of glass. Amongst these relics, they shewed me a prodigious claw set in cold, which they called the claw of a Griffin, and I could not forbear asking the Reverend Priest that shewed it, whether the Griffin was a Saint? The question almost put him beside his gravity; but he answered, they only kept it as a curiosity. I was very much scandalized at a large silver image of the
<hi rend="italic">Trinity,</hi>
where the
<hi rend="italic">Father</hi>
is represented under the figure of a decrepit old man, with a beard down to his knees, and triple crown on his head, holding in his arms. the Son, fixed on the Cross, and the
<hi rend="italic">Holy Ghost,</hi>
in the shape of a dove hovering over him. Madam—is come this minute to call me to the assembly, and forces me to tell you very abruptly, that I am ever your, &amp;cc. &amp;cc.
</p>
</div>
<div n="7" type="letter">
<pb n="12"/>
<head>LETTER VII.</head>
<head>To the Countess of—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Vienna,</placeName>
<date>Sept. 8, O. S. 1716.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I AM now, my dear sister, safely arrived at Vienna, and I thank God, have not at all suffered in my health, nor (what is dearer to me) in that of my child, by all our fatigues. We travelled by water from Ratisbon, a journey perfectly agreeable, down the Danube, in one of those little vessels, that they, very properly, call wooden houses, having in them all the conveniencies of a palace, stoves in the chambers, kitchens, &amp;cc. they are rowed by twelve men each, and move with such an incredible swiftness, that in the same day you have the pleasure of a vast variety of prospects, and within the space of a few hours you have the pleasure of seeing a populous city, adorned with magnificent palaces, and the most romantic solitudes, which appear distant from the commerce of mankind, the banks of the Danube being charmingly diversified with woods, rocks, mountains covered with vines, fields of corn, large cities and ruins of antient castles. I saw the great towns of Passau and Lintz, famous for the retreat of the Imperial Court, when Vienna was besieged. This town, which has the honour of being the Emperor's residence, did not at all answer my expectation, nor ideas of it, being much less than I expected to find it; the streets are very close, and so narrow, one cannot observe the fine fronts of the palaces, though many of them very well deserve observation, being truly magnificent. They are all built of fine white stone, and are excessive high. For as the town is too little for the number of the people that desire to live in it, the builders seem to have projected to repair that misfortune, by clapping
<pb n="13"/>
one town on the top of another, most of the houses being of five, and some of them of six stories. You may easily imagine that, the streets being so narrow, the rooms are extremely dark, and what is an inconveniency much more intolerable in my opinion, there is no house has so few as five or six familes in it. The apartments of the greatest ladies, and even of the ministers of state, are divided, but by a partition, from that of a taylor or shoe-maker, and I know no body that has above two floors in any house, one for their own use, and one higher for their servants. Those that have houses of their own, let out the rest of them, to whoever will take them, and thus the great stairs (which are all of stone) are as common and as dirty as the street. 'Tis true, when you have once travelled through them, nothing can be more surprisingly magnificent than the apartments. They are commonly a
<hi rend="italic">suite</hi>
of eight or ten large rooms, all inlaid, the doors and windows richly carved and gilt, and the furniture such as is seldom seen in the palaces of foreign princes in other countries. Their apartments are adorned with hangings of the finest tapestry of Brussels, prodigious large looking-glasses in silver frames, fine japan tables, beds, chairs, canopies and window curtains of the richest Genoa damask or velvet, almost covered with gold lace or embroidery. All this is made gay by pictures and vast jars of japan china, and large lustres of rock crystal. I have already had the honour of being invited to dinner by several of the first people of quality, and I must do them the justice to say, the good taste and magnificence of their tables very well answer to that of their furniture. I have been more than once entertained with fifty dishes of meat, all served in silver, and well dressed; the dessert proportionable, served in the finest china. But the variety and richness of their wines, is
<pb n="14"/>
what appears the most surprising. The constant way is, to lay a list of their names upon the plates of the guests along with the napkins, and I have counted several times, to the number of eighteen different sorts, all exquisite in their kinds. I was yesterday at Count
<hi rend="italic">
Schoonbourn,
</hi>
the vice-chancellor's garden, where I was invited to dinner. I must own, I never saw a place so perfectly delightful as the
<hi rend="italic">Fauxbourg</hi>
of Vienna. It is very large, and almost wholly composed of delicious palaces. If the Emperor found it proper to permit the gates of the town to be laid open, that the Fauxbourgs might be joined to it, he would have one of the largest and best built cities in Europe. Count Schoonbourn's villa is one of the most magnificent; the furniture all rich brocades, so well fancied and fitted up, nothing can look more gay and splendid; not to speak of a gallery, full of rarities of coral, mother of pearl, and throughout the whole house a profusion of gilding, carving, fine paintings, the most beautiful porcelain, statues of alabaster and ivory, and vast orange and lemon trees in gilt pots. The dinner was perfectly fine and well ordered, and made still more agreeable by the good humour of the Count. I have not yet been at court, being forced to stay for my gown, without which there is no waiting on the Empress; though I am not without great impatience to see a beauty that has been the admiration of so many different nations. When I have had that honour, I will not fail to let you know my real thoughts, always taking a particular pleasure in communicating them to my dear sister.
</p>
</div>
<div n="8" type="letter">
<pb n="15"/>
<head>LETTER VIII.</head>
<head>To Mr. P—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
    <placeName>Vienna,</placeName>
<date>Sept. 14,</date>
O. S.
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
PERHAPS you'll laugh at me, for thanking you very gravely for all the obliging concern you express for me. 'Tis certain that I may, if I please, take the fine things you say to me for wit and raillery, and, it may be, it would be taking them right. But I never, in my life, was half so well disposed to take you in earnest, as I am at present, and that distance which makes the continuation of your friendship improbable, has very much increased my faith in it. I find that I have (as well as the rest of my sex) whatever face I set
on't, a strong disposition to believe in miracles. Don't fancy, however, that I am infected by the air of these popish countries; I have, indeed, so far wandered from the discipline of the church of England, as to have been last Sunday at the opera, which was performed in the garden of the
<hi rend="italic">Favorita,</hi>
and I was so much pleased with it, I have not yet repented my seeing it. Nothing of That kind ever was more magnificent; and I can easily believe, what I am told, that the decorations and habits cost the Emperor thirty thousand pounds sterling. The stage was built over a very large canal, and at the beginning of the second act, divided into two parts, discovering the water, on which there immediately came, from different parts, two fleets of little gilded vessels, that gave the representation of a naval fight. It is not easy to imagine the beauty of this scene, which I took particular notice of. But all the rest were perfectly fine in their kinds. The story of the Opera is the Enchantment of
<hi rend="italic">Alcina,</hi>
which gives opportunities for great
<pb n="16"/>
variety of machines and changes of the scenes, which are performed with a surprising swiftness. The theatre is so large that 'tis hard to carry the eye to the end of it, and the habits in the utmost magnificence to the number of one hundred and eight. No house could hold such large decorations; but the ladies all sitting in the open air, exposes them to great inconveniencies; for there is but one canopy for the imperial family; and the first night it was represented, a shower of rain happening, the opera was broke off, and the company crowded away in such confusion, that I was almost squeezed to death.—But if their operas are thus delightful, their comedies are, in as high a degree, ridiculous. They have but one play-house, where I had the curiosity to go to a German comedy, and was very glad it happened to be the story of Amphitrion. As that subject has been already handled by a Latin, French and English poet, I was curious to see what an Austrain author would make of it. I understand enough of that language to comprehend the greatest part of it, and besides I took with me a lady that had the goodness to explain to me every word. The way is to take a box, which holds four, for yourself and company. The fixed price is a gold ducat. I thought the house very low and dark; but I confess the commedy admirably recompensed that defect. I never laughed so much in my life. It begun with
<hi rend="italic">Jupiter'</hi>
s falling in love out of a peep-hole in the clouds, and ended with the birth of
<hi rend="italic">Hercules.</hi>
But what was most pleasant was the use Jupiter made of his metamorphosis, for you no sooner saw him under the figure of
<hi rend="italic">Amphitrion,</hi>
but instead of flying to
<hi rend="italic">
Alcmena,
</hi>
with the raptures Mr.
<hi rend="italic">Dryden</hi>
puts into his mouth, he sends for Amphitrion's taylor, and cheats him of a laced coat, and his banker of a bag of money, a Jew of a diamond ring, and bespeaks a great supper in his name;
<pb n="17"/>
and the greatest part of the comedy turns upon poor Amphitrion's being tormented by these people for their debts.
<hi rend="italic">Mercury</hi>
uses
<hi rend="italic">Sosia</hi>
in the same manner. But I could not easily pardon the liberty the poet has taken of larding his play with, not only indecent expressions, but such gross words as I don't think our mob would suffer from a mountebank. Besides, the two Sosia's very fairly let down their breeches in the direct view of the boxes, which were full of people of the first rank that seemed very well pleased with their entertainment, and assured me this was a celebrated piece. I shall conclude my letter with this remarkable relation, very well worthy the serious consideration of Mr. Collier. I won't trouble you with farewell compliments, which I think generally as impertinent, as courtisies at leaving the room when the visit has been too long already.
</p>
</div>
<div n="9" type="letter">
<head>LETTER IX.</head>
<head>To the Countess of—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Vienna,</placeName>
<date>Sept. 14,</date>
O. S.
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
THOUGH I have so lately troubled you, my dear sister, with a long letter, yet I will keep my promise in giving you an account of my first going to Court. In order to that ceremony, I was squeezed up in a gown, and adorned with a Gorget and the other implements thereunto belonging, a dress very inconvenient, but which certainly shows the neck and shape to great advantage. I cannot forbear giving you some description of the fashions here, which are more monstrous and contrary to all common sense and
<pb n="18"/>
reason, than 'tis possible for you to imagine. They build certain fabrics of gause on their heads, about a yard high, consisting of three or four stories fortified with numberless yards of heavy ribbon. The foundation of this structure is a thing they call a
<hi rend="italic">Bourlé,</hi>
which is exactly of the same shape and kind, but about four times as big as those rolls our prudent milk-maids make use of to fix their pails upon. This machine they cover with their own hair, which they mix with a great deal of false, it being a particular beauty to have their heads too large to go into a moderate tub. Their hair is prodigiously powdered to conceal the mixture, and set out with three or four rows of bodkins (wonderfully large, that stick out two or three inches from their hair) made of diamonds, pearls, red, green and yellow stones, that it certainly requires as much art and experience to carry the load upright, as to dance upon May-day with the garland. Their whalebone petticoats outdo ours by several yards circumference, and cover some acres of ground. You may easily suppose how this extraordinary dress sets off and improves the natural ugliness, with which God Almighty has been pleased to endow them, generally speaking. Even the lovely Empress herself is obliged to comply, in some degree, with these absurd fashions, which they would not quite for all the world. I had a private audience (according to ceremony) of half an hour, and then all the other ladies were permitted to come and make their court. I was perfectly charmed with the Empress; I cannot however tell you that her features are regular; her eyes are not large, but have a lively look full of sweetness; her complexion the finest I ever saw; her nose and forehead well made, but her mouth has ten thousand charms, that touch the soul. When she smiles, 'tis
<pb n="19"/>
with a beauty and sweetness, that forces adoration. She has a vast quantity of fine fair hair; but then her person!—one must speak of it poetically to do it rigid justice; all that the poets have said of the mien of
<hi rend="italic">Juno,</hi>
the air of
<hi rend="italic">Venus,</hi>
come not up to the truth. The
<hi rend="italic">Graces</hi>
move, with her; the famous statue of Medicis was not formed with more delicate proportions; nothing can be added to the beauty of her neck and hands. Till I saw them, I did not believe there were any in nature so perfect, and I was almost sorry that my rank here did not permit me to kiss them; but they are kissed sufficiently, for every body, that waits on her, pays that homage at their entrance, and when they take leave. When the ladies were come in, she sat down to
<hi rend="italic">Quinze.</hi>
I could not play at a game I had never seen before, and she ordered me a seat at her right hand, and had the goodness to talk to me very much, with that grace so natural to her. I expected every moment, when the men were to come in to pay their court; but this drawing-room is very different from that of England; no man enters it but the grand master, who comes in to advertise the Empress of the approach of the Emperor. His Imperial Majesty did me the honour of speaking to me in a very obliging manner, but he never speaks to any of the other ladies, and the whole passes with a gravity and air of ceremony that has something very formal in it. The Empress Amelia, dowager of the late Emperor Joseph, came this evening to wait on the reigning Empress, followed by the two arch-duchesses her daughters, who are very agreeable young princesses. Their Imperial Majesties rose and went to meet her at the door of the room, after which she was seated in an armed chair next the Empress and in the same manner at supper, and there the men had the
<pb n="20"/>
permission of paying their court. The arch-duchesses sat on chairs with backs without arms. The table was entirely served and all the dishes set on by the Empresses maids of honour, which are twelve young ladies of the first quality. They have no salary, but their chamber at court, where they live in a sort of confinement, not being suffered to go to the assemblies or public places in town, except in compliment to the wedding of a sister maid, whom the Empress always presents with her picture set in diamonds. The three first of them are called
<hi rend="italic">Ladies of the Key,</hi>
and wear gold keys by their sides; but what I find most pleasant, is the custom, which obliges them as long as they live, after they have left the Empress's service, to make her some present every year on the day of her feast. Her Majesty is served by no married women but the
<hi rend="italic">Grande Maitresse,</hi>
who is generally a widow of the first quality, always very old, and is at the same time
<hi>groom of the stole</hi>
and mother of the maids. The dresses are not, at all, in the figure they pretend to in England, being looked upon no otherwise than as downright chamber-maids. I had an audience next day of the Empress-mother, a princess of great virtue and goodness, but who piques herself too much on a violent devotion. She is perpetually performing extraordinary acts of pennance, without having ever done any thing to deserve them. She has the same number of maids of honour, whom she suffers to go in colours; but she herself never quits her mourning; and sure nothing can be more dismal than the mourning here; even for a brother, there is not the least bit of linen to be seen; all black crape instead of it. The neck, ears and side of the face are covered with a plated piece of the same stuff, and the face that peeps out in the midst of it, looks as if it
<pb n="21"/>
were pilloried. The widows wear over and above, a crape-forehead cloth, and in this solemn weed, go to all the public places of diversion without scruple. The next day I was to wait on the Empress Amelia, who is now at her palace of retirement, half a mile from the town. I had there the pleasure of seeing a diversion wholly new to me, but which is the common amusement of this court. The Empress herself was seated on a little throne at the end of the fine alley in her garden, and on each side of her were ranged two parties of her ladies of quality, headed by two young arch-duchesses, all dressed in their hair, full of jewels, with fine light guns in their hands, and at proper distances were placed three oval pictures, which were the marks to be shot at. The first was that of a CUPID, filling a bumper of Burgundy, and the motto,
<hi rend="italic">"'Tis easy to be valiant here."</hi>
The second a FORTUNE holding a garland in her hand, the motto,
<hi rend="italic">"For her whom Fortune favours."</hi>
The third was a SWORD with a laurel wreath on the point, the motto,
<hi rend="italic">"Here is no shame to the vanquished."</hi>
—Near the Empress was a gilded trophy wreathed with flowers, and made of little crooks, on which were hung rich Turkish handkerchiefs, tippets, ribbons, laces, &amp;cc. for the small prizes. The Empress gave the first with her own hand, which was a fine ruby ring set round with diamonds in a gold snuff box. There was for a second, a little Cupid set with brilliants, and besides these a set of fine china for the tea table, enchased in gold, japan trunks, fans, and many gallantries of the same nature. All the men of quality at Vienna were spectators; but the ladies only had permission to shoot, and the arch-duchess Amelia carried off the first prize. I was very well pleased with having seen this entertainment, and I do not know but it might make as good
<pb n="22"/>
a figure as the prize shooting in the AEneid, if I could write as well as Virgil. This is the favourite pleasure of the Emperor, and there is rarely a week without some feast of this kind, which makes the young ladies skilful enough to defend a sort. They laughed very much to see me afraid to handle a gun. My dear sister, you will easily pardon an abrupt conclusion. I believe by this time you are ready to think I shall never conclude at all.
</p>
</div>
<div n="10" type="letter">
<head>LETTER X.</head>
<head>To the Lady R—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Vienna,</placeName>
<date>Sept. 20, 1716,</date>
O. S.
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I AM extremely rejoiced, but not at all surprised, at the long, delightful letter, you have had the goodness to send me. I know that you can think of an absent friend even in the midst of a court, and you love to oblige, where you can have no view of a return, and I expect from you that you should love me, and think of me, when you don't see me. I have compassion for the mortifications, that you tell me befal our little, old friend, and I pity her much more, since I know, that they are, only, owing to the barbarous customs of our country. Upon my word, if she were here, she would have no other fault but that of being something too young for the fashion, and she has nothing to do but to transplant herself hither about seven years hence, to be again a young and blooming beauty. I can assure you that wrinkles, or a small stoop in the shoulders, nay even grey hairs,
<pb n="23"/>
are no objection to the making new conquests, I know you cannot easily figure to yourself, a young fellow of five and twenty, ogling my Lady
<hi rend="italic">S—ff—k</hi>
with passion, or pressing to lead the Countess of O—d from an Opera. But such are the sights I see every day, and I don't perceive any body surprised at them but myself. A woman till five and thirty, is only looked upon as a raw girl, and can possibly make no noise in the world till about forty. I don't know what your ladyship may think of this matter, but 'tis a considerable comfort to me to know there is upon earth such a paradise for old women, and I am content to be insignificant at present, in the design of returning when I am fit to appear no where else. I cannot help lamenting on this occasion, the pitiful case of too many English ladies, long since retired to prudery and ratafia, whom if their stars had luckily conducted hither, would still shine in the first rank of beauties. Besides that perplexing word
<hi rend="italic">reputation,</hi>
has quite another meaning here than what you give it at London, and getting a lover, is so far from losing, that 'tis properly getting reputation; ladies being much more respected in regard to the rank of their lovers, than that of their husbands.
</p>
<p>
But what you'll think very odd, the two sects that divide our whole nation of petticoats, are utterly unknown in this place. Here are neither
<hi rend="italic">Coquettes</hi>
nor
<hi rend="italic">Prudes.</hi>
No woman dares appear coquette enough to encourage two lovers at a time. And I have not seen any such prudes, as to pretend fidelity to their husbands, who are certainly the best-natured set of people in the world, and look upon their wives' gallants as favourably, as men do upon their deputies, that take the troublesome part of their business off their hands. They have not however the less to do on that account;
<pb n="24"/>
for they are generally deputies in another place themselves; in one world, 'tis the established custom for every lady to have two husbands, one that bears the name, and another that performs the duties. And the engagements are so well known, that it would be a downright affront, and publicly resented, if you invited a woman of quality to dinner, without, at the same time, inviting her two attendants of lover and husband, between whom she sits in state with great gravity. The
<hi rend="italic">sub-marriages</hi>
generally last twenty years together, and the lady often commands the poor lover's estate, even to the utter ruin of his family. These connections, indeed, are as seldom begun by any real passion, as other matches; for a man makes but an ill figure that is not in some commerce of this nature, and a woman looks out for a lover as soon as she's married, as part of her equipage, without which she could not be genteel, and the first article of the treaty is establishing the pension, which remains to the lady, in case the gallant should prove inconstant. This chargeable point of honour, I look upon as the real foundation of so many wonderful instances of constancy. I really know several women of the first quality, whose pensions are as well known as their annual rents, and yet no body esteems them the less; on the contrary, their discretion would be called in question if they should be suspected to be mistresses for nothing. A great part of their emulation consists in trying who shall get most; and having no intrigue at all is so far a disgrace, that I'll assure you, a lady who is very much my friend here, told me but yesterday, how much I was obliged to her for justifying my conduct in a conversation relating to me, where it was publicly asserted, that I could not possibly have common sense, since I had been in town above a fortnight, and
<pb n="25"/>
had made no steps towards commencing an amount. My friend pleaded for me that my stay was uncertain, and she believed that was the cause of my seeming stupidity, and this was all she could find to say in my justification. But one of the pleasantest adventures I ever met in my life; was last night, and it will give you a just idea, in what a delicate manner the
<hi rend="italic">Belles passions</hi>
are managed in this country. I was at the assembly of the Countess of—, and the young Count of—leading me down stairs, asked me how long I was to stay at Vienna; I made answer that my stay depended on the Emperor, and it was not in my power to determine it. Well, Madam, (said he) whether your time here is to be longer or shorter, I think you ought to pass it agreeably, and to that end you must engage in a
<hi rend="italic">little affair of the heart.</hi>
—My heart (answered I gravely enough) does not engage very easily, and I have no design of parting with it. I see, Madam, (said he sighing) by the ill nature of that answer, I am not to hope for it, which is a great mortification to me that am charmed with you. But, however, I am still devoted to your service, and since I am not worthy of entertaining you myself, do me the honour of letting me know, whom you like best amongst us, and I'll engage to manage the affair entirely to your satisfaction. You may judge in what manner I should have received this compliment in my own country; but I was well enough acquainted with the way of this, to know that he really intended me an obligation, and I thanked him with a very grave courtesy, for his zeal to serve me, and only assured him, I had no occasion to make use of it. Thus you see, my dear, that gallantry and good breeding are as different, in different climates, as morality and religion. Who have the rightest notions of both, we shall never
<pb n="26"/>
know till the Day of Judgment, for which great day of
<hi rend="italic">Eclaircissement,</hi>
I own there is very little impatience in your, &amp;cc. &amp;cc.
</p>
</div>
<div n="11" type="letter">
<head>LETTER XI.</head>
<head>To Mrs. J * * *.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Vienna,</placeName>
<date>Sept. 26, O. S. 1716.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I WAS never more agreeably surprised than by your obliging letter. 'Tis a peculiar mark of my esteem, that I tell you so, and I can assure you, that if I loved you one grain less than I do, I should be very sorry to see it so diverting as it is. The mortal aversion I have to writing makes me tremble at the thoughts of a new correspondent, and I believe I disobliged no less than a dozen of my London acquaintance by refusing to hear from them, though I did verily think they intended to send me very entertaining letters. But I had rather lose the pleasure of reading several witty things, than be forced to write many stupid ones. Yet in spite of these considerations, I am charmed with the proof of your friendship, and beg a continuation of the same goodness, though I fear the dulness of this will make you immediately repent of it. It is not from Austria that one can write with vivacity, and I am already infected with the phlegm of the country. Even their amours and their quarrels are carried on with a surprising temper, and they are never lively, but upon points of ceremony. There, I own, they shew all their passions, and 'tis not long since two coaches meeting in
<pb n="27"/>
a narrow street at night, the ladies in them not being able to adjust the ceremonial of which should go back, sat there with equal gallantry till two in the morning, and were both so fully determined to die upon the spot rather than yield, in a point of that importance, that the street would never have been cleared till their deaths, if the Emperor had not sent his guards to part them, and even then they refused to stir, till the expedient could be found out, of taking them both our in chairs, exactly in the same moment. After the ladies were agreed, it was with some difficulty, that the pass was decided between the two coachmen, no less tenacious of their rank than the ladies. This passion is so omnipotent in the breasts of the women, that even their husbands never die, but they are ready to break their hearts, because that fatal hour puts an end to their rank, no widows having any place at Vienna. The men are not much less touched with this point of honour, and they don't only scorn to marry, but even to make love to any woman of family not as illustrious as their own, and the pedigree is much more considered by them, than either the complexion or features of their mistresses. Happy are the She's that can number amongst their ancestors, Counts of the Empire; they have neither occasion for beauty, money, nor good conduct to get them husbands. 'Tis true as to money, 'tis seldom any advantage to the man they marry; the laws of Austria confine the woman's portion to two thousand florins (about two hundred pounds English) and whatever they have beside, remains in their own possession and disposal. Thus here are many ladies much richer than their husbands, who are however obliged to allow them pin-money agreeable to their quality; and I attribute to this considerable branch of prerogative,
<pb n="28"/>
the liberty that they take upon other occasions. I am sure you, that know my laziness and extreme indifference on this subject, will pity me, intangled amongst all these ceremonies, which are a wonderful burden to me, though I am the envy of the whole town, having by their own customs the pass before them all. They, indeed, so revenge upon the poor Envoys, this great respect shewed to Ambassadors, that (with all my indifference) I should be very uneasy to suffer it. Upon days of ceremony they have no entrance at court, and on other days must content themselves with walking after every soul, and being the very last taken notice of. But I must write a volume to let you know all the ceremonies, and I have already said too much on so dull a subject, which however employs the whole care of the people here. I need not after this, tell you how agreeably time slides away with me, you know as well as I do the taste of,
</p>
<closer>
<signed>Yours, &amp;cc. &amp;cc.</signed>
</closer>
</div>
<div n="12" type="letter">
<head>LETTER XII.</head>
<head>To the Lady X—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Vienna,</placeName>
<date>Oct. 1, O. S. 1716.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
YOU desire me, Madam, to send you some accounts of the customs here, and at the same time a description of Vienna. I am always willing to obey your commands, but you must upon this occasion take the will for the deed. If I should undertake to tell you all the particulars in which the manners
<pb n="29"/>
here differ from ours I must write a whole quire of the dullest stuff that ever was read, or printed without being read. Their dress agrees with the French or English in no one article, but wearing petticoats. They have many fashions peculiar to themselves; they think it indecent for a widow ever to wear green or rose colour, but all the other gayest colours at her own discretion. The assemblies here are the only regular diversion, the opera's being always at court, and commonly on some particular occasion. Madam
<hi rend="italic">Rabutin</hi>
has the assembly constantly every night at her house; and the other ladies, whenever they have a mind to display the magnificence of their apartments, or oblige a friend by complimenting them on the day of their Saint, they declare, that on such a day the assembly shall be at their house in honour to the feast of the Count or Countess—
<hi rend="italic">such a one.</hi>
These days are called days of
<hi rend="italic">Gala,</hi>
and all the friends or relations of the lady, whose Saint it is, are obliged to appear in their best clothes and all their jewels. The mistress of the house takes no particular notice of any body, nor returns any body's visit; and, whoever pleases, may go, without the formality of being presented. The company are entertained with ice in several forms, winter and summer; afterwards they divide into several parties of ombre, piquett, or conversation, all games of hazard being forbid.
</p>
<p>
I saw t'other day the
<hi rend="italic">Gala</hi>
for Count
<hi rend="italic">Altheim,</hi>
the Emperor's favourite, and never in my life saw so many fine clothes ill fancied. They embroider the richest gold stuffs, and provided they can make their cloaths expensive enough, that is all the taste they shew in them. On other days the general dress is a scarf, and what you please under it.
</p>
<p>
<pb n="30"/>
But now I am speaking of Vienna, I am sure you expect I should say something of the convents; they are of all sorts and sizes, but I am best pleased with that of
<hi rend="italic">St. Lawrence,</hi>
where the ease and neatness they seem to live with, appears to me much more edifying than those stricter orders, where perpetual pennance and nastinesses must breed discontent and wretchedness. The nuns are all of quality. I think there are to the number of fifty. They have each of them, a little cell perfectly clean, the walls of which are covered with pictures, more or less fine, according to their quality. A long white stone gallery runs by all of them, furnished with the pictures of exemplary sisters; the chapel is extremely neat and richly adorned. But I could not forbear laughing at their shewing me a wooden head of our Saviour, which they assured me, spoke, during the siege of Vienna; and, as a proof of it, bid me remark his mouth, which had been open ever since. Nothing can be more becoming than the dress of these nuns. It is a white robe, the sleeves of which are turned up with fine white callico, and their head dress the same, excepting a small veil of black crape that falls behind. They have a lower sort of serving nuns, that wait on them as their chamber-maids. They receive all visits of women, and play at ombre in their chambers with permission of their Abbess, which is very easy to be obtained. I never saw an old woman so good-natured; she is near fourscore, and yet shews very little sign of decay, being still lively and cheerful. She caressed me as if I had been her daughter, giving me some pretty things of her own work, and sweetmeats in abundance. The grate is not one of the most rigid; it is not very hard to put a head through; and I don't doubt but a man, a little more slender than
<pb n="31"/>
ordinary, might squeeze in his whole person. The young Count of
<hi rend="italic">Salamis</hi>
came to the grate, while I was there, and the Abbess gave him her hand to kiss. But I was surprised to find here, the only beautiful young woman I have seen at Vienna, and not only beautiful but genteel, witty and agreeable, of a great family and who had been the admiration of the town. I could not forbear shewing my surprise at seeing a nun like her. She made me a thousand obliging compliments, and desired me to come often. It will be an infinite pleasure to me(said she sighing) but I avoid, with the greatest care, seeing any of my former acquaintance, and whenever they come to our convent, I lock myself in my cell. I observed tears come into her eyes, which touched me extremely, and I began to talk to her in that strain of tender pity she inspired me with; but she would not own to me, that she is not perfectly happy. I have since endeavoured to learn the real cause of her retirement, without being able to get any other account, but that every body was surprised at it, and no body guessed the reason. I have been several times to see her; but it gives me too much melancholy to see so ageeable a young creature buried alive. I am not surprised that nuns have so often inspired violent passions; the pity one naturally feels for them, when they seem worthy of another destiny, making an easy way for yet more tender sentiments. I never in my life had so little charity for the Roman. Catholic religion, as since I see the misery it occasions; so many poor unhappy women! and then the gross superstition of the common people, who are some or other of them, day and night, offering bits of candle to the wooden figures, that are set up in almost every street. The processions I see very often are a pageantry, as offensive
<pb n="32"/>
five and apparently contradictory to common sense, as the pagods of China. God knows whether it be the
<hi rend="italic">womanly</hi>
spirit of contradiction that works in me, but there never, before, was such zeal against popery in the heart of,
</p>
<closer>
<salute>Dear Madam, &amp;cc. &amp;cc.</salute>
</closer>
</div>
<div n="13" type="letter">
<head>LETTER XIII.</head>
<head>To Mr.—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Vienna,</placeName>
<date>Oct. 10, O. S. 1716.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I DESERVE not all the reproaches you make me. If I have been some time without answering your letter, it is not, that I don't know how many thanks are due to you for it; or that I am stupid enough to prefer any amusements, to the pleasure of hearing from you; but after the professions of esteem you have so obligingly made me, I cannot help delaying, as long as I can, shewing you, that you are mistaken. If you are sincere, when you say, you expect to be extremely entertained by my letters, I ought to be mortified at the disappointment that I am sure you will receive, when you hear from me; tho' I have done my best endeavours to find out something worth writing to you. I have seen every thing that was to be seen with a very diligent curiosity. Here are some fine villa's, particularly, the late Prince of Lichtenstein's; but the statues are all modern, and the pictures not of the first hands. 'Tis true, the Emperor has some of great value. I was yesterday to see
<pb n="33"/>
the repository, which they call his
<hi rend="italic">Treasure,</hi>
where they seem to have been more diligent in amassing a great quantity of things, than in the choice of them. I spent above five hours there, and yet there were very few things that stopped me long to consider them. But the number is prodigious, being a very long gallery filled, on both sides, and five large rooms. There is a vast quantity of paintings, amongst which are many fine miniatures, but the most valuable pictures are a few of
<hi rend="italic">Corregio,</hi>
those of
<hi rend="italic">Titian</hi>
being at the
<hi rend="italic">Favorita.</hi>
</p>
<p>
The cabinet of jewels did not appear to me so rich as I expected to see it. They shewed me here a cup, about the size of a tea dish, of one entire
<hi rend="italic">emerald,</hi>
which they have so particular a respect for, that only the Emperor has the liberty of touching it. There is a large cabinet full of curiosities of clock-work, only one of which I thought worth observing, that was a craw fish with all the motions so natural, that it was hard to distinguish it from the life.
</p>
<p>
The next cabinet was a large collection of
<hi rend="italic">Agates,</hi>
some of them extremely beautiful and of an uncommon size, and several vases of
<hi rend="italic">Lapis Lazuli.</hi>
I was surprised to see the cabinet of medals so poorly furnished; I did not remark one of any value, and they are kept in a most ridiculous disorder. As to the
<hi rend="italic">Antiques,</hi>
very few of them deserve that name. Upon my saying they were modern, I could not forbear laughing at the answer of the profound antiquary that shewed them, that
<hi rend="italic">they were ancient enough, for to his knowledge they had been there these forty years;</hi>
but the next cabinet diverted me yet better, being nothing else but a parcel of wax babies, and toys in ivory, very well worthy to be presented to children of five years old. Two of the rooms were wholly filled
<pb n="34"/>
with these trifles of all kinds, set in jewels, amongst which I was desired to observe a crucifix, that they assured me had spoke very wisely to the Emperor
<hi rend="italic">Leopold.</hi>
I won't trouble you with a catalogue of the rest of the lumber, but I must not forget to mention, a small piece of loadstone that held up an anchor of steel too heavy for me to lift. This is what I thought most curious in the whole treasure. There are some few heads of ancient statues; but several of them are defaced by modern additions. I foresee that you will be very little satisfied with this letter, and I dare hardly ask you, to be good-natured enough to charge the dulness of it, on the barrenness of the subject, and to overlook the stupidity of
</p>
<closer>
<signed>Your, &amp;cc. &amp;cc.</signed>
</closer>
</div>
<div n="14" type="letter">
<head>LETTER XIV.</head>
<head>To the Countess of—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Prague,</placeName>
<date>Nov. 17, O. S. 1716.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I HOPE my dear sister wants no new proof of my sincere affection for her; but I am sure if you do, I could not give you a stronger than writing at this time, after three days, or, more properly speaking, three nights and days, hard post-travelling.—The kingdom of Bohemia is the most desert of any I have seen in Germany. The villages are so poor, and the post-houses so miserable, that clean straw and fair water are blessings not always to be met with, and better accommodation not to be hoped for.
<pb n="35"/>
Though I carried my own bed with me, I could not sometimes find a place to set it up in; and I rather chose to travel all night, as cold as it is, wrapped up in my furs, than go into the common stoves, which are filled with a mixture of all sorts of ill scents.
</p>
<p>
This town was once the royal feat of the Bohemian King, and is still the capital of the kingdom. There are yet some remains of its former splendour, being one of the largest towns in Germany, but, for the most part, old built and thinly inhabited, which makes the houses very cheap. Those people of quality who cannot easily bear the expence of Vienna, choose to reside here, where they have assemblies, music, and all other diversions, (those of a court excepted) at very moderate rates, all things being here in great abundance, especially, the best wild fowl I ever tasted. I have already been visited by some of the most considerable ladies, whose relations I know at Vienna. They are dressed after the fashions there, after the manner that the people at Exeter imitate those of London; that is, their imitation is more excessive than the original. 'Tis not easy to describe what extraordinary figures they make. The person is so much lost between head-dress and petticoat, that they have as much occasion to write upon their backs,
<hi rend="italic">"This is a Woman,"</hi>
for the information of travellers, as ever sign-post painter had to write,
<hi>This is a Bear.</hi>
I will not forget to write to you again from Dresden and Leipzig, being much more solicitous to content your curiosity, than to indulge my own repose.
</p>
<closer>
<signed>I am, &amp;cc.</signed>
</closer>
</div>
<div n="15" type="letter">
<pb n="36"/>
<head>LETTER XV.</head>
<head>To the Countess of—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Leipzig,</placeName>
<date>Nov. 21, O. S. 1716.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I BELIEVE, dear sister, you will easily forgive my not writing to you from Dresden, as I promised, when I tell you, that I never went out of my chaise from Prague to this place. You may imagine how heartily I was tired with twenty-four hours post-travelling, without sleep or refreshment (for I can never sleep in a coach however fatigued.) We passed by moon-shine, the frightful precipices that divide Bohemia from Saxony, at the bottom of which runs the river Elbe; but I cannot say, that I had reason to fear drowning in it, being perfectly convinced, that in case of a tumble, it was utterly impossible to come alive to the bottom. In many places the road is so narrow, that I could not discern an inch of space between the wheels and the precipice. Yet I was so good a wife not to wake Mr. W—y, who was fast asleep by my side, to make him share in my fears, since the danger was unavoidable, till I perceived by the bright light of the moon, our postillions nodding on horse-back, while the horses were on a full gallop. Then indeed I thought it very convenient to call out to desire them to look where they were going. My calling waked Mr. W—y, and he was much more surprised than myself at the situation we were in, and assured me that he passed the Alps five times in different places, without ever having gone a road so dangerous. I have been told since, that 'tis
<pb n="37"/>
common to find the bodies of travellers in the Elbe, but thank God that was not our destiny, and we came safe to Dresden, so much tired with fear and fatigue, it was not possible for me to compose myself to write. After passing these dreadful rocks, Dresden appeared to me a wonderfully agreeable situation, in a fine large place on the banks of the Elbe. I was very glad to stay there a day to rest myself. The town is the neatest. I have seen in Germany; most of the houses are new built; the Elector's palace is very handsome, and his repository full of curiosities of different kinds, with a collection of medals very much esteemed. Sir—, our King's Envoy, came to see me here, and Madam de L—, whom I knew in London, when her husband was Minister to the King of Poland there. She offered me all things in her power to entertain me, and brought some ladies with her, whom she presented to me. The Saxon ladies resemble the Austrian no more, than the Chinese do those of London; they are very genteely dressed after the English and French modes, and have, generally, pretty faces, but they are the most determined
<hi rend="italic">Minaudieres</hi>
in the whole world. They would think it a mortal sin against good breeding, if they either spoke or moved in a natural manner. They all affect a little soft lisp, and a pretty
<hi rend="italic">pitty pat</hi>
step; which female frailties ought, however, to be forgiven them in favour of their civility and good nature to strangers, which I have a great deal of reason to praise.
</p>
<p>
The Countess of
<hi rend="italic">Cozelle</hi>
is kept prisoner in a melancholy castle, some leagues from hence, and I cannot forbear telling you what I have heard of her, because it seems to me very extraordinary, though I foresee I shall swell my letter to the size of a pacquet.—She was mistress to the King of Poland (Elector of
<pb n="38"/>
Saxony) with so absolute a dominion over him, that never any lady had so much power in that court. They tell a pleasant story of his Majesty's first declaration of love, which he made in a visit to her, bringing in one hand a bag of a hundred thousand crowns, and in the other a horse-shoe, which he snapped asunder before her face, leaving her to draw the consequences of such remarkable proofs of
<hi rend="italic">strength</hi>
and
<hi rend="italic">liberality.</hi>
I know not which charmed her most, but she consented to leave her husband and to give herself up to him intirely, being divorced publicly, in such a manner as by their laws, permits either party to marry again. God knows whether it was at this time, or in some other fond fit, but 'tis certain the king had the weakness to make her a formal contract of marriage; which, though it could signify nothing during the life of the Queen, pleased her so well, that she could not be contented, without telling it to all the people she saw, and giving herself the airs of a Queen. Men endure every thing while they are in love; but when the excess of passion was cooled by long possession, his Majesty begun to reflect on the ill consequences of leaving such a paper in her hands, and desired to have it restored to him. But she rather chose to endure all the most violent effects of his anger than give it up; and though she is one of the richest and most avaritious ladies of her country, she has refused the offer of the continuation of a large pension, and the security of a vast sum of money she has amassed, and has, at last, provoked the King to confine her person to a castle, where she endures all the terrors of a strait imprisonment, and remains still inflexible either to threats or promises. Her violent passions have brought her indeed into fits, which 'tis supposed will soon put an end to her
<pb n="39"/>
life. I cannot forbear having some compassion for a woman, that suffers for a point of honour, however mistaken, especially in a country where points of honour are not over scrupulously observed among ladies.
</p>
<p>I could have wished Mr. W—y's business had permitted him a longer stay at Dresden.</p>
<p>
Perhaps I am partial to a town where they profess the Protestant Religion, but every thing seemed to me with quite another air of politeness, than I have found in other places.
<hi rend="italic">Leipsic,</hi>
where I am at present, is a town very considerable for its trade, and I take this opportunity of buying page's liveries, gold stuffs for myself, &amp;cc. all things of that kind being at least double the price at Vienna, partly because of the excessive customs, and partly through want of genius and industry in the people, who make no one sort of thing there, so that the ladies are obliged to send, even for their shoes, out of Saxony. The fair here is one of the most considerable in Germany, and the resort of all the people of quality, as well as of the merchants. This is also a fortified town, but I avoid ever mentioning fortifications, being sensible that I know not how to speak of them. I am the more easy under my ignorance, when I reflect that I am sure you'll willingly forgive the omission; for if I made you the most exact description of all the ravelins and bastions I see in my travels, I dare swear you would ask me what is a ravelin? and what is a bastion?
</p>
<closer>Adieu, my dear Sister.</closer>
</div>
<div n="16" type="letter">
<pb n="40"/>
<head>LETTER XVI.</head>
<head>To the Countess of—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Brunswick,</placeName>
<date>Nov. 23, O. S. 1716.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I AM just come to Brunswick, a very old town, but which has the advantage of being the capital of the Duke of Wolfenbuttle's dominions, a family (not to speak of its ancient honours) illustrious, by having its younger branch on the throne of England, and having given two Empresses to Germany. I have not forgot to drink your health here in
<hi rend="italic">Mum,</hi>
which I think very well deserves its reputation of being the best in the world. This letter is the third I have writ to you during my journey, and I declare to you, that if you don't send me immediately a full and true account of all the changes and chances amongst our London acquaintance, I will not write you any description of Hanover, (where I hope to be to night) though I know you have more curiosity to hear of that place than any other.
</p>
</div>
<div n="17" type="letter">
<pb n="41"/>
<head>LETTER XVII.</head>
<head>To the Countess of B—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Hanover,</placeName>
<date>Nov. 25, O. S. 1716.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
    I RECEIVED your ladyship's letter but the day before I left Vienna, though, by the date, I ought to have had it much sooner; but nothing was ever worse regulated than the post in most parts of Germany. I can assure you the pacquet at Prague was behind my chaise, and in that manner conveyed to Dresden, so that the secrets of half the country were at my mercy, if I had had any curiosity for them. I would not longer delay my thanks for yours, though the number of my acquaintances here, and my duty of attending at court, leaves me hardly any time to dispose of. I am extremely pleased that I can tell you, without flattery or partiality, that our young <ref target="Prince_" corresp="Prince">Prince</ref>
<note xml:id="Prince" target="Prince_">The father of his present Majesty. [Editor's note.]</note>
has all the accomplishments that 'tis possible to have at his age, with an air of sprightliness and understanding, and something so very engaging and easy in his behaviour, that he needs not the advantage of his rank to appear charming. I had the honour of a long conversation with him last night, before the King came in. His governor retired on purpose (as he told me afterwards) that I might make some judgment of his genius, by hearing him speak without constraint; and I was surprised at the quickness and politeness, that appeared in every thing he said, joined to a person perfectly agreeable, and the fine fair hair of the Princess.
</p>
<p>
<pb n="42"/>
This town is neither large nor handsome; but the palace is capable of holding a much greater court than that of St. James. The King has had the goodness to appoint us a lodging in one part of it, without which we should have been very ill accommodated; for the vast number of English crowds the town so much, 'tis very good luck to get one sorry room in a miserable tavern. I dined to day with the Portuguese Ambassador, who thinks himself very happy to have two wretched parlours in an inn. I have now made the
<hi rend="italic">Tour</hi>
of Germany, and cannot help observing a considerable difference between travelling here and in England. One sees none of those fine seats of noblemen, so common amongst us, nor any thing like a country gentleman's house, though they have many situations perfectly fine. But the whole people are divided into absolute sovereignties, where all the riches and magnificence are at court, or into communities of merchants, such as Nurenburgh and Frankfort, where they live always in town for the convenience of trade. The King's company of French comedians play here every night. They are very well dressed, and some of them not ill actors. His Majesty dines and sups constantly in public. The court is very numerous, and his affability and goodness makes it one of the most agreeable places in the world.
</p>
<closer>
<salute>Dear Madam,</salute>
<signed>Your L. &amp;cc. &amp;cc.</signed>
</closer>
</div>
<div n="18" type="letter">
<pb n="43"/>
<head>LETTER XVIII.</head>
<head>To the Lady R—</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Hanover,</placeName>
<date>Oct. 1, O. S. 1716.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I AM very glad my dear Lady R—, that you have been so well pleased, as you tell me, at the report of my returning to England; though, like other pleasures, I can assure you it has no real foundation. I hope you know me enough to take my word against any report concerning me. 'Tis true, as to distance of place, I am much nearer to London than I was some weeks ago; but as to the thoughts of a return. I never was farther off in my life. I own, I could with great joy indulge the pleasing hopes of seeing you and the very few others that share my esteem; but while Mr. W—is determined to proceed in his design, I am determined to follow him.—I am running on upon my own affairs, that is to say, I am going to write very dully, as most people do, when they write of themselves. I will make haste to change the disagreeable subject, by telling you, that I am now got into the region of beauty. All the women have, literally, rosy cheeks, snowy foreheads and bosoms, jet eyebrows, and scarlet lips, to which they generally add coal-black hair. Those perfections never leave them, till the hour of their deaths, and have a very fine effect by candle light; but I could wish they were handsome with a little more variety. They resemble one another as much as Mrs.
<hi rend="italic">Salmon</hi>'s court of Great-Britain, and are in as much danger of melting away, by too near approaching
<pb n="44"/>
the fire, which they, for that reason, carefully avoid, though 'tis now such excessive cold weather, that I believe they suffer extremely by that piece of self-denial. The snow is already very deep, and the people begin to slide about in their
<hi rend="italic">Traineaus.</hi>
This is a favourite diversion all over Germany. They are little machines fixed upon a sledge, that hold a lady and a gentleman, and are drawn by one horse. The gentleman has the honour of driving, and they move with a prodigious swiftness. The lady, the horse and the Traineau, are all as fine as they can be made, and when there are many of them together, 'tis a very agreeable show. At Vienna, where all pieces of magnificence are carried to excess, there are sometimes machines of this kind, that cost five or six hundred pounds English. The Duke of Wolfenbuttle is now at this court; you know he is nearly related to our King, and uncle to the remaining Empress, who is, I believe, the most beautiful Princess upon earth. She is now with child, which is all the consolation of the Imperial Court for the loss of the Arch-duke. I took my leave of her the day before I left Vienna, and she begun to speak to me, with so much grief and tenderness of the death of that young Prince, I had much ado to with-hold my tears. You know that I am not at all partial to people for their titles; but I own, that I love that charming Princess (if I may use so familiar an expression) and if I had not, I should have been very much moved at the tragical end of an only son, born after being so long desired, and at length killed by want of good management, weaning him in the beginning of the winter. Adieu, dear Lady R—, continue to write to me, and believe none of your goodness is lost upon.
</p>
<closer>
<signed>Your, &amp;cc.</signed>
</closer>
</div>
<div n="19" type="letter">
<pb n="45"/>
<head>LETTER XIX.</head>
<head>To the Countess of—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Blankenburg,</placeName>
<date>Oct. 17, O. S. 1716.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I RECEIVED yours, dear sister, the very day I left Hanover. You may easily imagine I was then in too great a hurry to answer it, but you see I take the first opportunity of doing myself that pleasure. I came here the 15th, very late at night, after a terrible journey, in the worst roads and weather that ever poor traveller suffered. I have taken this little fatigue, merely to oblige the reigning Empress, and carry a message from her Imperial Majesty to the Duchess of Blankenburg, her mother, who is a Princess of great address and good breeding, and may be still called a fine woman. It was so late when I came to this town, I did not think it proper to disturb the Duke and Duchess with the news of my arrival; so I took up my quarters in a miserable inn; but as soon as I had sent my compliments to their Highnesses, they immediately sent me their own coach and six horses, which had however enough to do to draw us up the very high hill on which the castle is situated. The Duchess is extremely obliging to me, and this little court is not without its diversions. The Duke
<hi rend="italic">taillys</hi>
at
<hi rend="italic">Basset</hi>
every night, and the Duchess tells me, she is so well pleased with my company, that it makes her play less than she used to do. I should find it very difficult to steal time to write, if she was not now at church, where I cannot wait on her, not understanding
<pb n="46"/>
the language enough to pay my devotions in it. You will not forgive me, if I do not say something of Hanover; I cannot tell you that the town is either large or magnificent. The opera-house, which was built by the late Elector, is much finer than that of Vienna. I was very sorry that the ill weather did not permit me to see
<hi rend="italic">Hernhausen</hi>
in all its beauty; but in spite of the snow, I thought the gardens very fine. I was particularly surprised, at the vast number of orange trees, much larger than any I have ever seen in England, though this climate is certainly colder. But I had more reason to wonder, that night at the King's table, to see a present from a gentleman of this country, of two large baskets full of ripe oranges and lemons of different sorts, many of which were quite new to me; and what I thought worth all the rest, two ripe
<hi rend="italic">Ananasses,</hi>
which, to my taste, are a fruit perfectly delicious. You know they are naturally the growth of
<hi rend="italic">Brazil,</hi>
and I could not imagine how they came here but by enchantment. Upon enquiry, I learn't that they have brought their stoves to such perfection, they lengthen their summer as long as they please, giving to every plant the degree of heat it would receive from the sun in its native soil. The effect is very near the same; I am surprised we do not practise, in England, so useful an invention. This reflection leads me to consider our obstinacy in shaking with cold five months in the year, rather than make use of stoves, which are certainly one of the greatest conveniencies of life. Besides, they are so far from spoiling the form of a room, that they add very much to the magnificence of it, when they are painted and gilt, as they are at Vienna, or at Dresden, where they are often in the shapes of china
<pb n="47"/>
jars, statues or fine cabinets, so naturally represented, that they are not to be distinguished. If ever I return, in defiance to the fashion, you shall certainly see one in the chamber of,
</p>
<closer>
<salute>Dear sister,</salute>
<signed>Your, &amp;cc.</signed>
                        </closer>
                    </div>
    <closer>

I will write often, since you desire it; but I must beg you to be a little more particular in yours; you fancy me at forty miles distance, and forget, that, after so long an absence, I can't understand hints.
    </closer>
<div n="20" type="letter">
<head>LETTER XX.</head>
<head>To the Lady—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Vienna,</placeName>
<date>Jan. 1, O. S. 1717.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I HAVE just received here at Vienna, your ladyship's compliments on my return to England, sent me from Hanover. You see, Madam, all things that are asserted with confidence, are not absolutely true; and that you have no sort of reason to complain of me for making my designed return a mystery to you, when, you say, all the world are informed of it. You may tell all the world in my name, that they are never so well informed of my affairs as I am myself, that I am very positive I am at this time at Vienna, where the carnival is begun, and all sorts of diversions are carried to the greatest height, except that of masquing, which is never permitted during a war with the Turks. The balls are in public places, where the men pay a gold ducat at entrance, but the ladies nothing. I am told that
<pb n="48"/>
these houses get sometimes a thousand ducats in a night. They are very magnificently furnished, and the music good, if they had not that detestable custom of mixing hunting horns with it, that almost deafen the company. But that noise is so ageeable here, they never make a concert without them. The ball always concludes with English country dances, to the number of thirty or forty couple, and so ill danced, that there is very little pleasure in them. They know but half a dozen, and they have danced them over and over these fifty years. I would fain have taught them some new ones, but I found it would be some months labour to make them comprehend them. Last night there was an Italian comedy acted at court. The scenes were pretty, but the comedy itself such intolerable low farce, without either wit or humour, that I was surprised how all the court could set there attentively for four hours together. No women are suffered to act on the stage, and the men dressed, like them, were such aukward figures, they very much added to the ridicule of the spectacle. What completed the diversion was the excessive cold, which was so great I thought I should have died there. It is now the very extremity of the winter here; the Danube is entirely frozen, and the weather not to be supported without stoves and furs; but, however, the air so clear, almost every body is well, and colds not half so common as in England. I am persuaded there cannot be a purer air, nor more wholesome than that of Vienna. The plenty and excellence of all sorts of provisions are greater here than in any place I ever was before, and 'tis not very expensive to keep a splendid table. 'Tis really a pleasure to pass through the markets, and see the abundance of what we
<pb n="49"/>
should think rarities, of fowls and venison, that are daily brought in from Hungary and Bohemia. They want nothing but shell-fish, and are so fond of oysters, that they have them sent from Venice, and eat them very greedily, stink or not stink. Thus I obey your commands, Madam, in giving you an account of Vienna, though I know you will not be satisfied with it. You chide me for my laziness in not telling you a thousand agreeable and surprising things, that you say you are sure I have seen and heard. Upon my word, Madam, 'tis my regard to truth, and not laziness, that I do not entertain you with as many prodigies as other travellers use to divert their readers with. I might easily pick up wonders in every town I pass through, or tell you a long series of Popish miracles, but I cannot fancy that there is any thing new in letting you know that priests will lie, and the mob believe, all the world over. Then as for news, that you are so inquisitive about, how can it be entertaining to you (that don't know the people) that the Prince of—has forsaken the Countess of—? or that the Princess
<hi rend="italic">such a one,</hi>
has an intrigue with Count
<hi rend="italic">such a one?</hi>
Would you have me write novels like the Countess of D'—, and is it not better to tell you a plain truth,
</p>
<closer>That I am, &amp;cc.</closer>
</div>
<div n="21" type="letter">
<pb n="50"/>
<head>LETTER XXI.</head>
<head>To the Countess of—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Vienna,</placeName>
<date>Jan. 16, O. S. 1717.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I AM now, dear sister, to take leave of you for a long time, and of Vienna for ever, designing, to-morrow, to begin my journey through Hungary in spite of the excessive cold, and deep snows, which is enough to damp a greater courage than I am mistress of. But my principle of
<hi rend="italic">passive obedience,</hi>
carries me through every thing. I have had my audience of leave of the Empress. His Imperial Majesty was pleased to be present when I waited on the reigning Empress, and, after a very obliging conversation, both their Imperial Majesties invited me to take Vienna in my road back; but I have no thoughts, of enduring, over again, so great a fatigue. I delivered a letter from the Duchess of Blankenburg. I staid but a few days at that court, though her Highness pressed me very much to stay; and when I left her, engaged me to write to her. I wrote you a long letter from thence, which I hope you have received, though you don't mention it; but I believe I forgot to tell you one curiosity in all the German courts, which I cannot forbear taking notice of: All the princes keep favourite dwarfs. The Emperor and Empress have two of these little monsters, as ugly as devils, especially the female; but they are all bedawbed with diamonds, and stand at her Majesty's elbow in all public places. The Duke of Wolfenbuttle has one, and the Duchess of Blankenburg
<pb n="51"/>
is not without hers, but indeed the most proportionable I ever saw. I am told the King of Denmark has so far improved upon this fashion, that his dwarf is his chief minister. I can assign no reason for their fondness of these pieces of deformity, but the opinion all the absolute Princes have, that 'tis below them to converse with the rest of mankind; and not to be quite alone, they are forced to seek their companions among the refuse of human nature; these creatures being the only part of their court privileged to to talk freely to them. I am at present confined to my chamber by a sore throat, and am really glad of the excuse to avoid seeing people, that I love well enough to be very much mortified when I think I am going to part with them for ever. 'Tis true, the Austrians, are not commonly the most polite people in the world, nor the most agreeable. But Vienna is inhabited by all nations, and I had formed to myself a little society of such as were perfectly to my own taste. And though the number was not very great, I could never pick up, in any other place, such a number of reasonable, agreeable people. We were almost always together, and you know I have ever been of opinion, that a chosen conversation, composed of a few that one esteems, is the greatest happiness of life. Here are some Spaniards of both sexes, that have all the vivacity and generosity of sentiments antiently ascribed to their nation; and could I believe, that the whole kingdom were like them, I should wish nothing more than to end my days there. The ladies of my acquaintance have so much goodness for me, they cry whenever they see me, since I have determined to undertake this journey. And, indeed, I am not very easy when I reflect on what I am going to suffer. Almost
<pb n="52"/>
every body I see frights me with some new difficulty. Prince
<hi rend="italic">Eugene</hi>
has been so good as to say all the things he could to persuade me to stay till the Danube is thawed, that I may have the conveniency of going by water, assuring me, that the houses in Hungary are such, as are no defence against the weather, and that I shall be obliged to travel three or four days between
<hi rend="italic">Buda</hi>
and
<hi rend="italic">Esseek,</hi>
without finding any house at all, through desart plains covered with snow; where the cold is so violent, many have been killed by it. I own these terrors have made a very deep impression on my mind, because I believe he tells me things truly as they are, and no body can be better informed of them.
</p>
<p>
Now I have named that great man, I am sure you expect, I should say something particular of him, having the advantage of seeing him very often; but I am as unwilling to speak of him at
<hi rend="italic">Vienna,</hi>
as I should be to talk of
<hi rend="italic">Hercules</hi>
in the court of
<hi rend="italic">Omphale,</hi>
if I had seen him there. I don't know what comfort other people find in considering the weakness of great men, (because, perhaps, it brings them nearer to their level) but 'tis always a mortification to me, to observe, that there is no perfection in humanity. The young Prince of Portugal is the admiration of the whole court; he is handsome and polite with a great vivacity. All the officers tell wonders of his gallantry the last campaign. He is lodged at court with all the honours due to his rank.—Adieu, dear sister, this is the last account you will have from me of Vienna. If I survive my journey, you shall hear from me again. I can say with great truth, in the words of
<hi rend="italic">Moneses, I have long learnt to hold myself as nothing;</hi>
but when I think of the fatigue my poor infant must suffer, I have all a mother's fondness
<pb n="53"/>
in my eyes, and all her tender passions in my heart.
</p>
<p>
P. S. I have written a letter to my lady—, that I believe she won't like; and upon cooler reflection, I think I had done better to have let it alone; but I was downright peevish at all her questions, and her ridiculous imagination, that I have certainly seen abundance of wonders which I keep to myself out of meer malice. She is very angry that I won't lie like other travellers. I verily believe she expects I should tell her of the
<hi rend="italic">Anthropophagie,</hi>
men whose heads grow below their shoulders; however, pray say something to pacify her.
</p>
</div>
<div n="22" type="letter">
<head>LETTER XXII.</head>
<head>To Mr Pope.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Vienna,</placeName>
<date>Jan. 16, O. S. 1717.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I HAVE not time to answer your letter, being in all the hurry of preparing for my journey; but, I think, I ought to bid adieu to my friends with the same solemnity, as if I was going to mount a breach, at least, if I am to believe the information of the people here, who denounce all sort of terrors to me; and, indeed, the weather is at present such, as very few ever set out in. I am threatened, at the same time, with being frozen to death, buried in the snow, and taken by the Tartars, who ravage that part of Hungary I am to pass. 'Tis true, we shall have a considerable
<hi>escorte,</hi>
so that, possibly, I
<pb n="54"/>
may be diverted with a new scene, by finding myself in the midst of a battle. How my adventures will conclude, I leave entirely to providence; if comically, you shall hear of them.—Pray be so good as to tell Mr.—I have received his letter. Make him my
<hi rend="italic">adieus;</hi>
if I live, I will answer it. The same compliment to my Lady R—.
</p>
</div>
<div n="23" type="letter">
<head>LETTER XXIII.</head>
<head>To the Countess of—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Peterwaradin,</placeName>
<date>Jan. 30, O. S. 1717.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
AT length, dear sister, I am safely arrived with all my family in good health at
<hi rend="italic">Peterwaradin;</hi>
having suffered so little from the rigour of the season (against which we were well provided by furs) and found such tolerable accommodation every where, by the care of sending before, that I can hardly forbear laughing when I recollect all the frightful ideas that were given me of this journey. These, I see, were wholly owing to the tenderness of my Vienna friends, and their desire of keeping me with them for this winter. Perhaps it will not be disagreeable to you to give a short journal of my journey, being through a country entirely unknown to you, and very little passed, even by the Hungarians themselves, who generally choose to take the conveniency of going down the Danube. We have had the blessing of being favoured with finer weather than is common at this time of the year; though the snow was so deep, we were obliged to have our
<pb n="55"/>
own coaches fixed upon
<hi rend="italic">Traineaus,</hi>
which move so swift and so easily, 'tis by far the most agreeable manner of travelling post, We came to
    <hi rend="italic">Raab</hi>
(the second day from Vienna) on the seventeenth instant, where Mr. W—sending word of our arrival to the governor, the best house in the town was provided for us, the garrison put under arms, a guard ordered at our door, and all other honours paid to us. The governor and all other officers immediately waited on Mr. W—, to know if there was any thing to be done for his service. The bishop of <hi rend="italic">Temeswar</hi> came to visit us, with great civility, earnestly pressing us to dine with him next day; which we refusing, as being resolved to pursue our journey, he sent us several baskets of winter fruit, and a great variety of Hungarian wines, with a young hind just killed. This is a prelate of great power in this country, of the ancient family of
    <hi rend="italic">Nadasti,</hi> so considerable, for many ages, in this kingdom. He is a very polite, agreeable, cheerful old man, wearing the Hungarian habit, with a venerable white beard down to his girdle.—
    <hi rend="italic">Raab</hi>
is a strong own, well garrisoned and fortified, and was a long time the frontier town between the Turkish and German Empires. It has its name from the river
    <hi rend="italic">Rab,</hi>
on which it is situated, just on its meeting with the Danube, in an open champain country. It was first taken by the Turks under the command of Bassa
    <hi rend="italic">Sinan,</hi>
in the reign of Sultan
    <hi rend="italic">Amurath</hi>
III. in the year fifteen hundred ninety-four. The governor being supposed to have betrayed it, was afterwards beheaded by the Emperor's command. The Counts of
    <hi rend="italic">Swartzenburg</hi>
and
    <hi rend="italic">
Palfi
</hi>
retook it by surprise 1598, since which time it has remained in the hands of the Germans, though the Turks once more attempted to gain it by stratagem
<pb n="56"/>
in 1642. The cathedral is large and well built, which is all I saw remarkable in the town. Leaving
    <hi rend="italic">Comora</hi>
on the other side of the river, we went the eighteenth to
    <hi rend="italic">Nosmuhl,</hi>
a small village, where, however, we made shift to find tolerable accommodation. We continued two days travelling between this place and
<hi rend="italic">Buda,</hi>
thro' the finest plains in the world, as even as if they were paved, and extremely fruitful; but for the most part desart and uncultivated, laid waste by the long wars between the Turk and the Emperor; and the more cruel civil war, occasioned by the barbarous persecution of the Protestant religion, by the Emperor Leopold. That Prince has left behind him the character of an extraordinary piety, and was naturally of a mild merciful temper; but, putting his conscience into the hands of a jesuit, he was more cruel and treacherous to his poor Hungarian subjects, than ever the Turk has been to the Christians; breaking, without scruple, his coronation oath, and his faith solemnly given in many public treaties. Indeed nothing can be more melancholy than in travelling through Hungary, to reflect on the former flourishing state of that kingdom, and to see such a noble spot of earth almost uninhabited. Such are also the present circumstances of
    <hi rend="italic">Buda</hi>
(where we arrived very early the twenty second) once the royal seat of the Hungarian kings, whose palace there, was reckoned one of the most beautiful buildings of the age, now wholly destroyed, no part of the town having been repaired since the last siege, but the fortifications and the castle, which is the present residence of the governor general
    <hi rend="italic">Ragule,</hi>
an officer of great merit. He came immediately to see us, and carried us in his coach to his house, where I was received by his lady, with all possible civility,
<pb n="57"/>
and magnificently entertained. This city is situated upon a little hill on the south side of the Danube. The castle is much higher than the town, and from it the prospect is very noble. Without the walls lie a vast number of little houses, or rather huts, that they call the
    <hi rend="italic">Rascian</hi>
town, being altogether inhabited by that people. The governor assured me it would furnish twelve thousand fighting men. These towns look very odd; their houses stand in rows, many thousands of them so close together, that they appear, at a little distance, like old-fashioned thatched tents. They consist, every one of them, of one hovel above, and another under ground; these are their summer and winter apartments. Buda was first taken by
    <hi rend="italic">Solyman</hi> the Magnificent, in 1526, and lost the following year to Ferdinand the first, King of Bohemia.
    <hi rend="italic">Solyman</hi>
regained it by the treachery of the garrison, and voluntarily gave it into the hands of King
    <hi rend="italic">John</hi>
of Hungary, after whose death, his son being an infant,
    <hi rend="italic">Ferdinand</hi>
laid siege to it, and the Queen-mother was forced to call Solyman to her aid. He indeed raised the siege; but left a Turkish garrison in the town, and commanded her to remove her court from thence, which she was forced to submit to in 1541. It resisted afterwards the sieges laid to it, by the Marquis of Brandenburgh, in the year 1542; Count Schwartzenburg, in 1598; General Rosworm, 1602; and the Duke of Lorrain, commander of the Emperor's forces, in 1684, to whom it yielded in 1686, after an obstinate defence,
    <hi rend="italic">Apti Bassa,</hi>
the governor, being killed, fighting in the breach, with a Roman bravery. The loss of this town was so important, and so much resented by the Turks, that it occasioned the deposing of their Emperor
    <hi rend="italic">Mahomet</hi>
the Fourth, the year following.
</p>
<p>
<pb n="58"/>
We did not proceed on our journey till the twentythird, when we passed through
    <hi rend="italic">Adam</hi>
and
    <hi rend="italic">Todowar,</hi>
both considerable towns, when in the hands of the Turks, but now quite ruined. The remains, however, of some Turkish towns, shew something of what they have been. This part of the country is very much over-grown with wood, and little frequented. 'Tis incredible what vast numbers of wild fowl we saw, which often live here to a good old age,—and
    <hi rend="italic">undisturb'd by guns, in quiet sleep.</hi>
—We came the five and twentieth to
    <hi rend="italic">Mohatch,</hi>
and were shewed the field near it, where
    <hi rend="italic">Lewis,</hi>
the young King of Hungary, lost his army and his life, being drowned in a ditch trying to fly from
    <hi rend="italic">Balybeus,</hi>
general of
    <hi rend="italic">Solyman</hi>
the Magnificent. This battle opened the first passage for the Turks into the heart of Hungary.—I don't name to you the little villages, of which I can say nothing remarkable, but I'll assure you, I have always found a warm stove and great plenty, particularly of wild boar, venison and all kinds of
    <hi rend="italic">Gibier.</hi>
The few people that inhabit Hungary, live easily enough; they have no money; but the woods and plains afford them provision in great abundance; they were ordered to give us all things necessary, even what horses we pleased to demand,
    <hi rend="italic">gratis;</hi>
but Mr. W—would not oppress the poor country people, by making use of this order, and always paid them to the full worth of what we had. They were so surprised at this unexpected generosity, which they are very little used to, that they always pressed upon us, at parting, a dozen of fat pheasants, or something of that sort for a present. Their dress is very
<hi>primitive,</hi>
being only a plain sheep's skin, and a cap and boots of the same stuff. You may easily imagine this lasts them many winters;
<pb n="59"/>
and thus they have very little occasion for money. The twenty-sixth, we passed over the frozen Danube, with all our equipage, and carriages. We met, on the other side, general
    <hi rend="italic">Veterani,</hi>
who invited us, with great civility, to pass the night at a little castle of his, a few miles off, assuring us we should have a very hard day's journey to reach
    <hi rend="italic">Essek.</hi>
This we found but too true, the woods being very dangerous, and scarce passable, from the vast quantity of wolves that hoard in them. We came, however, safe, though late, to Essek, where we stayed a day, to dispatch a courier with letters to the
    <hi rend="italic">Bassa</hi>
of Belgrade; and I took that opportunity of seeing the town, which is not very large, but fair built and well fortified. This was a town of great trade, very rich and populous, when in the hands of the Turks. It is situated on the
    <hi rend="italic">Drave,</hi>
which runs into the Danube. The bridge was esteemed one of the most extraordinary in the world, being eight thousand paces long, and all built of oak. It was burnt, and the city laid in ashes by Count
    <hi rend="italic">Lesly</hi>
1685, but was again repaired and fortified by the Turks, who however abandoned it in 1687. General
    <hi rend="italic">Dunnewalt</hi>
then took possession of it for the Emperor, in whose hands it has remained ever since, and is esteemed one of the bulwarks of Hungary. The twenty-eighth we went to Bocorvar, a very large Rascian town, all built after the manner I have described to you. We were met there by Colonel—, who would not suffer us to go any where but to his quarters, where I found his wife, a very agreeable Hungarian lady, and his niece and daughter, two pretty young women, crowded into three or four Rascian houses, cast into one, and made as neat and convenient as those places are capable of being made. The Hungarian ladies are much
<pb n="60"/>
handsomer than those of Austria. All the Vienna beauties are of that country. They are generally very fair and well shaped, and their dress, I think, is extremely becoming. This lady was in a gown of scarlet velvet, lined and faced with sables, made exact to her shape, and the skirt falling to her feet. The sleeves are strait to their arms, and the stays buttoned before, with two rows of little buttons of gold, pearl, or diamonds. On their heads they wear a tassel of gold, that hangs low on one side, lined with sable, or some other fine fur.—They gave us a handsome dinner, and I thought the conversation very polite and agreeable. They would accompany us part of our way.—The twenty-ninth, we arrived here, where we were met by the commanding officer at the head of all the officers at the garrison. We are lodged in the best apartment of the governor's house, and entertained in a very splendid manner, by the Emperor's order. We wait here till all points are adjusted, concerning our reception on the Turkish frontiers. Mr. W—'s courier, which he sent from Essek, returned this morning, with the Bassa's answer in a purse of scarlet sattin, which the Interpreter here has translated. 'Tis to promise him to be honourably received. I desired him to appoint where he would be met, by the Turkish convoy.—He has dispatched the courier back, naming Betsko, a village in the midway between Peterwaradin and Belgrade. We shall stay here till we receive his answer.—Thus, dear sister, I have given you a very particular, and (I am afraid you'll think) a tedious account of this part of my travels. It was not an affectation of shewing my reading that has made me tell you some little scraps of the history of the towns I have passed through. I have always avoided any thing of that
<pb n="61"/>
kind, when I spoke of places that I believe you knew the story of, as well as myself. But Hungary being a part of the world which I believe quite new to you, I thought you might read with some pleasure an account of it, which I have been very solicitous to get from the best hands. However, if you don't like it, 'tis in your power to forbear reading it.
</p>
<closer>I am, Dear sister. </closer>
                    </div>
    
<closer>
    I am promised to have this letter carefully sent to Vienna.</closer>

<div n="24" type="letter">
<head>LETTER XXIV.</head>
<head>To Mr. Pope.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Belgrade,</placeName>
<date>Feb. 12, O. S. 1717.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I DID verily intend to write you a long letter from Peterwaraden, where I expected to stay three or four days, but the Bassa here was in such haste to see us, that he dispatched the courier back (which Mr. W—had sent to know the time he would send the convoy to meet us) without suffering him to pull off his boots. My letters were not thought important enough to stop our journey, and we left Peterwaradin the next day, being waited on by the chief officers of the garrison, and a considerable convoy of Germans and Rascians. The Emperor has several regiments of these people; but, to say the truth, they are rather plunderers than soldiers; having no pay, and being obliged to furnish their own
<pb n="62"/>
arms and horses; they rather look like vagabond gypsies, or stout beggars, than regular troops. I cannot forbear speaking a word of this race of creatures who are very numerous all over Hungary. They have a patriarch of their own at Grand Cairo, and are really of the Greek church, but their extreme ignorance gives their priests occasion to impose several new notions upon them. These fellows letting their hair and beard grow inviolate, make exactly the figure of the Indian Bramins. They are heirs general to all the money of the laiety; for which, in return, they give them formal passports signed and sealed for heaven; and the wives and children only inherit the house and cattle. In most other points they follow the Greek church.—This little digression has interrupted my telling you we passed over the fields of
    <hi rend="italic">Carlowitz,</hi>
where the last great victory was obtained by Prince Eugene over the Turks. The marks of that glorious bloody day are yet recent, the field being yet strewed with the skulls and carcasses of unburied men, horses and camels. I could not look, without horror, on such numbers of mangled human bodies, nor without reflecting on the injustice of war, that makes murder, not only necessary, but meritorious. Nothing seems to be a plainer proof of the
    <hi rend="italic">irrationality</hi>
of mankind (whatever fine claims we pretend to reason) than the rage with which they contest for a small spot of ground, when such vast parts of fruitful earth lie quite uninhabited. 'Tis true, custom has now made it unavoidable; but can there be a greater demonstration of want of reason, than a custom being firmly established, so plainly contrary to the interest of man in general? I am a good deal inclined to believe Mr.
    <hi rend="italic">Hobbs,</hi>
that the
    <hi rend="italic">state of nature,</hi>
is a
    <hi rend="italic">state of war;</hi>
but thence I
<pb n="63"/>
conclude human nature not rational, if the word reason means common sense, as I suppose it does. I have a great many admirable arguments to support this reflexion; I won't however trouble you with them, but return, in a plain stile, to the history of my travels
</p>
<p>
We were met at Betsko (a village in the midway between Belgrade and Peterwaradin) by an Aga of the Janizaries, with a body of Turks, exceeding the the Germans by one hundred men, though the Bassa had engaged to send exactly the same number. You may judge by this of their fears. I am really persuaded, that they hardly thought the odds of one hundred men set them even with the Germans; however, I was very uneasy till they were parted, fearing some quarrel might arise notwithstanding the
    <hi rend="italic">parole</hi>
given. We came late to Belgrade, the deep snows making the ascent to it very difficult. It seems a strong city, fortified, on the east side, by the Danube; and on the south, by the river
    <hi rend="italic">Save,</hi>
and was formerly the barrier of Hungary. It was first taken by Solyman the Magnificent; and since, by the Emperor's forces, led by the Elector of Bavaria. The Emperor held it only two years, it being retaken by the Grand Vizier. It is now fortified with the utmost care and skill the Turks are capable of, and strengthened by a very numerous garrison, of their bravest Janizaries, commanded by a Bassa
    <hi rend="italic">
Seraskier (i. e.</hi>
General;) though this last expression is not very just; for to say truth, the Seraskier, is commanded by the Janizaries. These troops have an absolute authority here, and their conduct carries much more the aspect of rebellion, than the appearance of subordination. You may judge of this by the following story, which at the same time, will
<pb n="64"/>
give you an idea of the
    <hi rend="italic">admirable</hi>
intelligence of the Governor of Peterwardin, though so few hours distant. We were told by him at Peterwaradin, that the garrison and inhabitants of Belgrade were so weary of the war, they had killed their Bassa about two months ago, in a mutiny, because he had suffered himself to be prevailed upon, by a bribe of five purses (five hundred pound sterling) to give permission to the Tartars to ravage the German frontiers. We were very well pleased to hear of such favourable dispositions in the people; but when we came hither, we found the governor had been ill informed, and the real truth of the story to be this. The late Bassa fell under the displeasure of his soldiers, for no other reason, but restraining their incursions on the Germans. They took it into their heads from that mildness, that he had intelligence with the enemy, and sent such information to the Grand Signior at Adrianople; but, redress not coming quick enough from thence, they assembled themselves in a tumultuous manner, and by force dragged their Bassa before the Cadi and Mufti, and there demanded justice in a mutinous way; one crying out, Why he protected the Infidels? Another, Why he squeezed them of their money? The Bassa, easily guessing their purpose, calmly replied to them, that they asked him too many questions, and that he had but one life, which must answer for all. They then immediately fell upon him with their scymitars, (without waiting the sentence of their heads of the law) and in a few moments cut him in pieces. The present Bassa has not dared to punish the murder; on the contrary, he affected to applaud the actors of it, as brave fellows, that knew how to do themselves justice. He takes all pretences of throwing money
<pb n="65"/>
amongst the garrison, and suffers them to make little excursions into Hungary, where they burn some poor Rascian houses.
</p>
<p>
You may imagine, I cannot be very easy in a town which is really under the government of an insolent soldiery.—We expected to be immediately dismissed, after a night's lodging here; but the Bassa detains us till he receives orders from Adrianople, which may, possibly, be a month a coming. In the mean time, we are lodged in one of the best houses, belonging to a very considerable man amongst them, and have a whole chamber of Janizaries to guard us. My only diversion is the conversation of our host
    <hi rend="italic">Achmet-beg,</hi>
a title something like that of Count in Germany. His father was a great Bassa, and he has been educated in the most polite Eastern learning, being perfectly skilled in the Arabic and Persian languages, and an extraordinary scribe, which they call
    <hi rend="italic">Effendi.</hi>
This accomplishment makes way to the greatest preferments; but he has had the good sense to prefer an easy, quiet secure life, to all the dangerous honours of the Porte. He sups with us every night, and drinks wine very freely. You cannot imagine how much he is delighted with the liberty of conversing with me. He has explained to me many pieces of Arabian poetry, which, I observe, are in numbers, not unlike ours, generally of an alternate verse, and of a very musical sound. Their expressions of love are very passionate and lively. I am so much pleased with them, I really believe I should learn to read Arabic, if I was to stay here a few months. He has a very good library of their books of all kinds; and, as he tells me, spends the greatest part of his life there. I pass for a great scholar with him, by relating to him some of the
<pb n="66"/>
Persian tales, which I find are genuine. At first, he believed I understood Persian. I have frequent disputes with him, concerning the difference of our customs, particularly the confinement of women. He assures me, there is nothing at all in it; only, says he, we have the advantage, that when our wives cheat us, no body knows it. He has wit, and is more polite than many Christian men of quality. I am very much entertained with him.—He has had the curiosity to make one of our servants set him an alphabet of our letters, and can already write a good Roman hand. But these amusements do not hinder my wishing heartily to be out of this place; though the weather is colder than I believe it ever was, any where, but in Greenland.—We have a very large stove constantly kept hot, and yet the windows of the room are frozen on the inside.—God knows when I may have an opportunity of sending this letter; but I have written it, for the discharge of my own conscience; and you cannot now reproach me, that one of yours makes ten of mine. Adieu.
</p>
</div>
<div n="25" type="letter">
<pb n="67"/>
<head>LETTER XXV.</head>
<head>
    To his Royal Highness <ref target="Princess_" corresp="Princess">the Princess of Wales</ref>
<note xml:id="Princess" target="Princess_" type="authorial">The late Queen Caroline.</note>
</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Adrianople,</placeName>
<date>April 1, O. S. 1717.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I HAVE now, Madam, finished a journey that has not been undertaken by any Christian, since the time of the Greek Emperors; and I shall not regret all the fatigues I have suffered in it, if it gives me an opportunity of amusing your R. H. by an account of places utterly unknown amongst us; the Emperor's Embassadors, and those few English that have come hither, always going on the Danube to Nicopolis. But the river was now frozen, and Mr. W—was so zealous for the service of his Majesty, that he would not defer his journey to wait for the conveniency of that passage. We crossed the desarts of Servia, almost quite over-grown with wood, though a country naturally fertile. The inhabitants are industrious; but the oppression of the peasants is so great, they are forced to abandon their houses, and neglect their tillage; all they have being a prey to the Janizaries, whenever they please to seize upon it. We had a guard of five hundred of them, and I was almost in tears every day, to see their insolencies in the poor villages through which we passed.—After seven days travelling through thick woods, we came to Nissa, once the capital of Servia, situated in a fine plain on the river
    <hi rend="italic">Nissava,</hi>
in a very good air, and so fruitful a soil, that the great plenty is hardly
<pb n="68"/>
credible. I was certainly assured, that the quantity of wine last vintage was so prodigious, that they were forced to dig holes in the earth to put it in, not having vessels enough in the town to hold it. The happiness of this plenty is scarce perceived by the oppressed people. I saw here a new occasion for my compassion. The wretches that had provided twenty waggons for our baggage from Belgrade hither for a certain hire, being all sent back without payment, some of their horses lamed, and others killed, without any satisfaction made for them. The poor fellows came round the house weeping and tearing their hair and beards in a most pitiful manner, without getting any thing but drubs from the insolent soldiers. I cannot express to your R. H. how much I was moved at this scene. I would have paid them the money, out of my own pocket, with all my heart; but it would only have been giving so much to the Aga, who would have taken it from them without any remorse. After four days journey from this place over the mountains, we came to
    <hi rend="italic">Sophia,</hi>
situated in a large beautiful plain on the river Isca, and surrounded with distant mountains. 'Tis hardly possible to see a more agreeable landskip. The city itself is very large and extremely populous. Here are hot baths, very famous for their medicinal virtues.—Four days journey from hence we arrived at
    <hi rend="italic">Philippopolis,</hi>
after having passed the ridges between the mountains of
    <hi rend="italic">Haemus</hi>
and
    <hi rend="italic">Rhodope,</hi>
which are always covered with snow. This town is situated on a rising ground, near the river Hebrus, and is almost wholly inhabited by Greeks; here are still some antient Christian churches. They have a bishop; and several of the richest Greeks live here; but they are forced to conceal their wealth with great care, the appearance
<pb n="69"/>
of poverty (which includes part of its inconveniencies) being all their security against feeling it in earnest. The country from hence to Adrianople, is the finest in the world. Vines grow wild on all the hills, and the perpetual spring they enjoy, makes every thing gay and flourishing. But this climate, happy as it seems, can never be preferred to England, with all its frosts and snows, while we are blessed with an easy government, under a King, who makes his own happiness consist in the liberty of his people, and chooses rather to be looked upon as their father than their master.—This theme would carry me very far, and I am sensible, I have already tired out your R. H's. patience. But my letter is in your hands, and you may make it as short as you please, by throwing it into the fire, when weary of reading it.
</p>
<closer>I am, Madam, With the greatest respect.</closer>
</div>
<div n="26" type="letter">
<head>LETTER XXVI.</head>
<head>To the Lady—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Adrianople,</placeName>
<date>April 1, O. S. 1717.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I AM now got into a new world, where every thing I see, appears to me a change of scene; and I write to your ladyship with some content of mind, hoping, at least, that you will find the charm of novelty in my letters, and no longer reproach me, that I tell you nothing extraordinary. I won't trouble you with a relation of our tedious journey; but I must not omit what I saw remarkable at
<hi>Sophia,</hi>
one
<pb n="70"/>
of the most beautiful towns in the Turkish Empire, and famous for its hot baths, that are resorted to both for diversion and health. I stop'd here one day, on purpose to see them; and designing to go
    <hi rend="italic">incognito,</hi>
I hired a Turkish coach. These voitures are not at all like ours, but much more convenient for the country, the heat being so great that glasses would be very troublesome. They are made a good deal in the manner of the Dutch stage coaches, having wooden lattices painted and gilded; the inside being also painted with baskets and nosegays of flowers, intermixed commonly with litle poetical mottos. They are covered all over with scarlet cloth, lined with silk, and very often richly embroidered and fringed. This covering entirely hides the persons, in them, but may be thrown back at pleasure, and thus permit the ladies to peep through the lattices. They hold four people very conveniently, seated on cushions, but not raised.
</p>
<p>
In one of these covered waggons, I went to the
    <hi rend="italic">Bagnio</hi>
about ten o'clock. It was already full of women. It is built of stone, in the shape of a dome, with no windows but in the roof, which gives light enough. There were five of these domes joined together, the outmost being less than the rest, and serving only as a hall, where the
    <hi rend="italic">Portress</hi>
stood at the door. Ladies of quality generally give this woman a crown or ten shillings, and I did not forget that ceremony. The next room is a very large one, paved with marble, and all round it are two raised Sofas of marble, one above another. There were four fountains of cold water in this room, falling first into marble basons, and then running on the floor in little channels made for that purpose, which carried the streams into the next room, something less than this,
<pb n="71"/>
with the same sort of marble Sofas, but so hot with steams of sulphur proceeding from the baths joining to it, 'twas impossible to stay there with one's clothes on. The two other domes were the hot baths, one of which had cocks of cold water turning into it, to temper it to what degree of warmth the bathers pleased to have.
</p>
<p>
I was in my travelling habit, which is a riding dress, and certainly appeared very extraordinary to them. Yet there was not one of them that shewed the least surprise or impertinent curiosity, but received me with all the obliging civility possible. I know no European court, where the ladies would have behaved themselves in so polite a manner to such a stranger. I believe, upon the whole, there were two hundred women, and yet none of those disdainful smiles, and satyrical whispers, that never fail in our assemblies, when any body appears that is not dressed exactly in the fashion. They repeated over and over to me. "UZELLE, PEK UZELLE," which is nothing but,
    <hi rend="italic">Charming, very charming."</hi>
—The first Sofas were covered with cushions and rich carpets, on which sat the ladies; and on the second, their slaves behind them, but without any distinction of rank by their dress, all being in the state of nature, that is, in plain English, stark naked, without any beauty or defect concealed. Yet there was not the least wanton smile or immodest gesture amongst them. They walked and moved with the same majestic grace, which Milton describes our General Mother with. There were many among them, as exactly proportioned as every any goddess was drawn by the pencil of a Guido or Titian,—And most of their skins shiningly white, only adorned by their beautiful hair, divided into many tresses, hanging on their shoulders, braided
<pb n="72"/>
either with pearl or ribbon, perfectly representing figures of the graces.
</p>
<p>
I was here convinced of the truth of a reflection I have often made;
<hi>that if it were the fashion to go naked, the face would be hardly observed.</hi>
I perceived that the ladies of the most delicate skins and finest shapes, had the greatest share of my admiration, though their faces were sometimes less beautiful than those of their companions. To tell you the truth, I had wickedness enough, to wish secretly, that Mr.
    <hi rend="italic">Gervais</hi>
could have been there invisible. I fancy it would have very much improved his art, to see so many fine women naked, in different postures, some in conversation, some working, others drinking coffee or sherbet, and many negligently lying on their cushions, while their slaves (generally pretty girls of seventeen, or eighteen) were employ'd in braiding their hair in several pretty fancies. In short, 'tis the woman's coffee-house, where all the news of the town is told, scandal invented, &amp;cc.—They generally take this diversion once a week, and stay there at least four or five hours, without getting cold, by immediate coming out of the hot-bath into the cool room, which was very surprising, to me. The lady, that seemed the most considerable amongst them, entreated me to sit by her, and would fain have undressed me for the bath, I excused myself with some difficulty. They being however all so earnest in persuading me, I was at last forced to open my shirt, and shew them my stays, which satisfied them very well; for, I saw, they believed I was locked up in that machine, and that it was not in my own power to open it, which contrivance they attributed to my husband.—I was charmed with their civility and beauty, and should have been very glad to pass more
<pb n="73"/>
time with them; but Mr. W—resolving to pursue his journey next morning early, I was in haste to see the ruins of Justinian's church, which did not afford me so agreeable a prospect as I had left, being little more than a heap of stones.
</p>
<p>Adieu, Madam, I am sure I have now entertained you, with an account of such a sight, as you never saw in your life, and what no book of travels could inform you of, as 'tis no less than death for a man to be found in one of these places.</p>
</div>
<div n="27" type="letter">
<head>LETTER XXVII.</head>
<head>To the Abbot—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Adrianople,</placeName>
<date>April 1, O. S. 1717.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
YOU see that I am very exact in keeping the promise you engaged me to make. I know not, however, whether your curiosity will be satisfied with the accounts I shall give you, tho' I can assure you, the desire I have to oblige you to the utmost of my power, has made me very diligent in my inquiries and observations. 'Tis certain we have but very imperfect accounts of the manners and religion of these people. This part of the world being seldom visited, but by merchants, who mind little but their own affairs; or travellers, who make too short a stay to be able to report any thing exactly of their own knowledge. The Turks are too proud to converse familiarly with merchants, who can only pick up some confused informations, which are generally false, and can give no better account of the ways here,
<pb n="74"/>
than a French Refugée, lodging in a garret in Greek street, could write of the court of England. The journey we have made from Belgrade hither, cannot possibly be passed by any out of the public character. The desert woods of Servia, are the common refuge of thieves, who rob, fifty in a company, so that we had need of all our guards to secure us; and the villages are so poor, that only force could extort from them necessary provisions. Indeed the Janizaries had no mercy on their poverty, killing all the poultry and sheep they could find, without asking to whom they belonged; while the wretched owners durst not put in their claim for fear of being beaten. Lambs just fallen, geese and turkies big with egg, all massacred without distinction! I fancied I heard the complaints of
    <hi rend="italic">Melibeus,</hi>
for the hope of his flock. When the Bassas travel, 'tis yet worse. Those oppressors are not content, with eating all that is to be eaten belonging to the peasants; after they have crammed themselves and their numerous retinue, they have the impudence to exact what they call
    <hi rend="italic">Teeth money,</hi>
a contribution for their use of their teeth, worn with doing them the honour of devouring their meat. This is literally and exactly true, however extravagant it may seem; and such is the natural corruption of a military government, their religion not allowing of this barbarity, any more than ours does.
</p>
<p>
I had the advantage of lodging three weeks at Belgrade, with a principal Effendi, that is to say, a scholar. This set of men are equally capable of preferments in the law or the church; those two sciences being cast into one, and a lawyer and a priest being the same word in the Turkish language. They are the only men really considerable in the Empire, all the profitable employments and church revenues
<pb n="75"/>
are in their hands. The Grand Signior, though general heir to his people, never presumes to touch their lands or money, which go, in an uninterrupted succession, to their children. 'Tis true, they lose this privilege, by accepting a place at court, or the title of Bassa; but there are few examples of such fools among them. You may easily judge of the power of these men, who have engrossed all the learning, and almost all the wealth of the Empire. 'Tis they that are the real authors, tho' the soldiers are the actors, of revolutions. They deposed the late Sultan
    <hi rend="italic">Mustapha,</hi>
and their power is so well known, that 'tis the Emperor's interest to flatter them.
</p>
<p>
This is a long digression. I was going to tell you, that an intimate, daily conversation with the Effendi
    <hi rend="italic">Achmet-beg,</hi>
gave me an opportunity of knowing their religion and morals in a more particular manner than perhaps any Christian ever did. I explained to him the difference between the religion of England and Rome; and he was pleased to hear there were Christians, that did not worship images, or adore the Virgin
    <hi rend="italic">Mary.</hi>
The ridicule of
    <hi rend="italic">Transubstantiation</hi>
appeared very strong to him.—Upon comparing our creeds together, I am convinced that if our friend Dr.—had free liberty of preaching here, it would be very easy to persuade the generality to Christianity, whose notions are very little different from his. Mr.
    <hi rend="italic">Whiston</hi>
would make a very good Apostle here. I don't doubt but his zeal will be much fired, if you communicate this account to him; but tell him, he must first have the gift of tongues, before he can possibly be of any use.—Mahometism is divided into as many sects as Christianity, and the first institution as much neglected, and obscured by interpretations. I cannot here forbear reflecting
<pb n="76"/>
on the natural inclination of mankind, to make mysteries and novelties.—The
<hi>Zeidi, Kudi, Jabari,</hi>
&amp;cc. put me in mind of the
<hi>
Catholics, Lutherans, and Calvinists,
</hi>
and are equally zealous against one another. But the most prevailing opinion, if you search into the secret of the Effendi's, is plain Deism. This is indeed kept from the people, who are amused with a thousand different notions, according to the different interest of their preachers.—There are very few amongst them (<hi rend="italic">Achmet-beg</hi>
denied there were any) so absurd, as to set up for wit, by declaring they believe no God at all. And Sir <hi rend="italic">Paul Rycaut</hi>
is mistaken (as he commonly is) in calling the sect
    <hi rend="italic">
Muterin
</hi>
(i. e. <hi rend="italic">the secret with us</hi>) Atheists, they being Deists, whose impiety consists in making a jest of their prophet.
    <hi rend="italic">Achmet-beg</hi>
did not own to me, that he was of this opinion, but made no scruple of deviating from some part of Mahomet's law, by drinking wine with the same freedom we did. When I asked him how he came to allow himself that liberty; he made answer, That all the creatures of God are good, and designed for the use of man; however, that the prohibition of wine was a very wise maxim, and meant for the common people, being the source of all disorders amongst them; but that the prophet never designed to confine those that knew how to use it with moderation; nevertheless, he said, that scandal ought to be avoided, and that he never drank it in public. This is the general way of thinking amongst them, and very few forbear drinking wine, that are able to afford it. He assured me, that if I understood Arabic, I should be very well pleased with reading the Alcoran, which is so far from the nonsense we charge it with, that 'tis the purest morality, delivered in the very best language. I have since heard impartial
<pb n="77"/>
Christians speak of it in the same manner; and I don't doubt but that all our translations are from copies got from the Greek priests, who would not fail to falsify it with the extremity of malice. No body of men ever were more ignorant, or more corrupt; yet they differ so little from the Romish Church, that, I confess, nothing gives me a greater abhorrence of the cruelty of your clergy, than the barbarous persecution of them, whenever they have been their masters, for no other reason, than their not acknowledging the Pope. The dissenting in that one article, has got them the titles of Heretics, and Schismatis; and what is worse, the same treatment. I found at Phillippopolis, a sect of Christians that call themselves
    <hi rend="italic">Paulines.</hi>
They shew an old church where, they say, St.
    <hi rend="italic">Paul</hi>
preached, and he is their favourite Saint, after the same manner that St.
    <hi rend="italic">Peter</hi>
is at Rome; neither do they forget to give him the same preference over the rest of the Apostles.
</p>
<p>
But of all the religions I have seen, that of the
    <hi rend="italic">Arnounts</hi>
seems to me the most particular; they are natives of
    <hi rend="italic">Arnountlich,</hi>
the antient
    <hi rend="italic">Macedonia,</hi>
and still retain the courage and hardiness, tho' they have lost the name of Macedonians, being the best militia in the Turkish Empire, and the only check upon the Janizaries. They are foot soldiers; we had a guard of them, relieved in every considerable town we passed; they are clothed and armed at their own expence, dressed in clean white coarse cloth, carrying guns of a prodigious length, which they run with upon their shoulders, as if they did not feel the weight of them, the leader singing a sort of a rude tune, not unpleasant, and the rest making up the chorus. These people living between Christians and Mahometans, and not being skilled in controversy,
<pb n="78"/>
declare that they are utterly unable to judge which religion is best; but to be certain of not entirely rejecting the truth, they very prudently follow both. They go to the mosques on Fridays and to the church on Sunday, saying for their excuse, that at the day of judgment they are sure of protection from the true prophet; but which that is, they are not able to determine in this world. I believe there is no other race of mankind, who have so modest an opinion of their own capacity.
</p>
<p>
These are the remarks I have made, on the diversity of religions I have seen. I don't ask your pardon for the liberty I have taken in speaking of the Roman. I know you equally condemn the quackery of all churches, as much as you revere the sacred truths, in which we both agree.
</p>
<p>
You will expect I should say something to you of the antiquities of this country, but there are few remains of antient Greece. We passed near the piece of an arch which is commonly called
<hi rend="italic">Trajan's gate,</hi>
from a supposition that he made it to shut up the passage over the mountains, between Sophia and Phillippopolis. But I rather believe it the remains of some triumphal arch (though I could not see any inscription;) for if that passage had been shut up, there are many others, that would serve for the march of an army; and notwithstanding the story of
    <hi rend="italic">Baldwin</hi>
Earl of Flanders, being overthrown in these straits, after he won Constantinople, I don't fancy the Germans would find themselves stopped by them at this day. 'Tis true, the road is now made (with great industry) as commodious as possible, for the march of the Turkish army; there is not one ditch or puddle between this place and Belgrade, that has not a large strong bridge of planks built over it; but the precipices
<pb n="79"/>
are not so terrible as I had heard them represented. At these mountains, we lay at the little village Kiskoi, wholly inhabited by Christians, as all the peasants of Bulgaria are. Their houses are nothing but little huts, raised of dirt baked in the sun, and they leave them and fly into the mouutains, some months before the march of the Turkish army, who would else entirely ruin them, by driving away their whole flocks. This precaution secures them in a sort of plenty; for such vast tracts of land lying in common, they have the liberty of sowing what they please and are generally very industrious husbandmen. I drank here several sorts of delicious wine. The women dress themselves in a great variety of coloured glass-beads, and are not ugly, but of tawney complexions. I have now told you all, that is worth telling you, and perhaps more, relating to my journey. When I am at Constantinople, I'll try to pick up some curiosities, and then you shall hear again from.
</p>
<closer>
<signed>Yours, &amp;cc.</signed>
</closer>
</div>
<div n="28" type="letter">
<head>LETTER XXVIII.</head>
<head>To the Countess of B—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Adrianople,</placeName>
<date>April 1, O. S. 1717.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
AS I never can forget the smallest of your ladyship's commands, my first business here, has been to enquire after the stuffs, you ordered me to look for, without being able to find what you would like. The difference of the dress here and at London
<pb n="80"/>
is so great, the same sort of things are not proper for
<hi rend="italic">Caftans</hi>
and
    <hi rend="italic">Manteaus.</hi>
However, I will not give over my search, but renew it again at Constantinople, though I have reason to believe there is nothing finer than what is to be found here, as this place is at present the residence of the court. The Grand Sig

nior's eldest daughter was married some few days before I came hither, and upon that occasion the Turkish Ladies display all their magnificence. The bride was conducted to her husband's house in very great splendor. She is widow of the late Vizier, who was killed at Peterwaradin, though that ought rather to be called a
    <hi rend="italic">contract,</hi>
than a
    <hi rend="italic">marriage,</hi>
since she never has lived with him; however, the greatest part of his wealth is hers. He had the permission of visiting her in the Seraglio; and being one of the handsomest men in the empire, had very much engaged her affections.—When she saw this second husband, who is at least fifty, she could not forbear bursting into tears. He is indeed a man of merit, and the declared favourite of the Sultan, (which they call
    <hi rend="italic">Mosayp</hi>) but that is not enough to make him pleasing in the eyes of a girl of thirteen.
</p>
<p>
The government here is entirely in the hands of the army. The Grand Signior, with all his absolute power, is as much a slave as any of his subjects, and trembles at a Janizary's frown. Here is, indeed, a much greater appearance of subjection than amongst us; a minister of state is not spoke to, but upon the knee; should a reflection on his conduct be dropt in a coffee house, (for they have spies every where) the house would be raz'd to the ground, and perhaps the whole company put to the torture. No
<hi>huzzaing mobs, senseless pamphlets, and tavern disputes about politicks;</hi>
<quote xml:lang="en">
<pb n="81"/>
<l>A consequential ill that freedom draws;</l>
<l>A bad effect,—but from a noble cause.</l>
</quote>
None of our harmless calling names! but when a minister here displeases the people, in three hours time he is dragged even from his master's arms. They cut off his hands, head and feet, and throw them before the palace-gate, with all the respect in the world; while the Sultan (to whom they all profess an unlimited adoration) sits trembling in his apartment, and dare neither defend nor revenge his favourite. This is the blessed condition of the most absolute monarch upon earth, who owns no
    <hi rend="italic">Law</hi>
but his
    <hi rend="italic">Will.</hi>
</p>
<p>
I cannot help wishing, in the loyalty of my heart, that the Parliament would send hither a ship load of your passive obedient men, that they might see arbitrary government in its clearest strongest light, where 'tis hard to judge, whether the Prince, People or Ministers, are most miserable. I could make many reflections on this subject; but I know, Madam, your own good sense, has already furnished you with better than I am capable of.
</p>
<p>
I went yesterday along with the French Ambassadress to see the Grand Signior in his passage to the Mosque. He was preceded by a numerous guard of Janizaries, with vast white feathers on their heads, as also by the
    <hi rend="italic">Spahis</hi>
and
    <hi rend="italic">Bostangees,</hi>
(these are foot and horse guards) and the Royal Gardeners, which are a very considerable body of men, dressed in different habits of fine lively colours, so that, at a distance, they appeared like a parterre of tulips. After them the Aga of the Janizaries, in a robe of purple velvet, lined with silver tissue, his horse led by two slaves richly dressed. Next him the
    <hi rend="italic">Kyzlier-Aga,</hi>
(your ladyship knows, this
<pb n="82"/>
is the chief guardian of the Seraglio Ladies) in a deep yellow cloth (which suited very well to his black face) lined with sables. Last came his
    <hi rend="italic">Sublimity</hi>
himself, arrayed in green, lined with the fur of a black Muscovite fox, which is supposed worth a thousand pounds sterling, and mounted on a fine horse, with furniture embroidered with jewels. Six more horses richly caparisoned were led after him; and two of his principal courtiers bore, one his gold, and the other his silver coffee-pot, on a staff; another carried a silver stool on his head, for him to sit on.—It would be too tedious to tell your ladyship, the various dresses and turbants by which their rank is distinguished; but they are all extremely rich and gay, to the number of some thousands; so that perhaps there cannot be seen a more beautiful procession. The Sultan appeared to us a handsome man of about forty, with something, however, severe in his countenance, and his eyes very full and black. He happened to stop under the window where we stood, and (I suppose being told who we were) looked upon us very attentively, so that we had full leisure to consider him. The French Ambassadress agreed with me as to his good mien. I see that lady very often; she is young, and her conversation would be a great relief to me, if I could persuade her to live without those forms and ceremonies that make life formal and tiresome. But she is so delighted with her guards, her four and twenty footmen, gentlemen-ushers, &amp;cc. that she would rather die than make me a visit without them; not to reckon a coachful of attending damsels yolep'd maids of honour. What vexes me is that as long as she will visit me with a troublesome equipage, I am obliged to do the same; however, our mutual interest makes us much together. I went with her the other day all
<pb n="83"/>
round the town, in an open gilt chariot, with our joint train of attendants, preceded by our guards, who might have summoned the people to see what they had never seen, nor ever perhaps would see again, two young Christian Ambassadresses at the same time. Your ladyship may easily imagine, we drew a vast croud of spectators, but all silent as death. If any of them had taken the liberties of our mobs upon any strange sight, our Janizaries had made no scruple of falling on them with their scymitars, without danger for so doing, being above law. These people however (I mean the Janizaries) have some good qualities; they are very zealous and faithful where they serve, and look upon it as their business to fight for you on all occasions. Of this I had a very pleasant instance in a village on this side Phillippopolis, where we were met by our domestic guards. I happened to bespeak pigeons for supper, upon which one of my Janizaries went immediately to the
    <hi rend="italic">Cadi</hi>
(the chief civil officer of the town) and ordered him to send in some dozens. The poor man answered, that he had already sent about, but could get none. My Janizary, in the height of his zeal for my service, immediately locked him up prisoner in his room, telling him he deserved death for his impudence, in offering to excuse his not obeying my command; but, out of respect to me, he would not punish him but by my order. Accordingly he came very gravely to me, to ask what should be done to him; adding, by way of compliment, that if I pleased he would bring me his head.—This may give you some idea of the unlimited power of these fellows, who are all sworn brothers, and bound to revenge the injuries done to one another, whether at Cairo, Aleppo, or any part of the world. This inviolable league makes them so
<pb n="84"/>
powerful, that the greatest man at court never speaks to them, but in a flattering tone; and in Asia, any man that is rich, is forced to enroll himself a Janizary to secure his estate.—But I have already said enough, and I dare swear, dear Madam, that, by this time, 'tis a very comfortable reflection to you, that there is no possibility of your receiving such a tedious letter, but once in six months; 'tis that consideration has given me the assurance of entertaining you so long, and will, I hope, plead the excuse of, dear Madam,
</p>
<closer>
<signed>Yours, &amp;cc.</signed>
</closer>
</div>
<div n="29" type="letter">
<head>LETTER XXIX.</head>
<head>To the Countess of—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Adrianople,</placeName>
<date>April 1, O. S. 1717.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I WISH to God, dear sister, that you were as regular in letting me know what passes on your side of the globe, as I am careful in endeavouring to amuse you by the account of all I see here, that I think worth your notice, You content yourself with telling me over and over, that the town is very dull; it may, possibly, be dull to you, when every day does not present you with something new; but for me, that am in arrears, at least two months news, all that seems very stale with you, would be very fresh and sweet here. Pray let me into more particulars, and I will try to awaken your gratitude, by giving you a full and true relation of the novelties of this place, none of which would surprise you more than a sight
<pb n="85"/>
of my person, as I am now in my Turkish habit, though I believe you would be of my opinion, that 'tis admirably becoming.—I intend to send you my picture; in the mean time accept of it here.
</p>
<p>
The first part of my dress is a pair of drawers, very full, that reach to my shoes, and conceal the legs more modestly than your petticoats. They are of a thin rose coloured damask, brocaded with silver flowers. My shoes are of white kid leather, embroidered with gold. Over this hangs my smock, of a fine white silk gauze, edged with embroidery. This smock has wide sleeves, hanging half-way down the arm, and is closed at the neck with a diamond button; but the shape and colour of the bosom is very well to be distinguished through it.—The
    <hi rend="italic">Antery</hi>
is a waistcoat, made close to the shape, of white and gold damask, with very long sleeves falling back, and fringed with deep gold fringe, and should have diamond or pearl buttons. My
    <hi rend="italic">Caftan,</hi>
of the same stuff with my drawers, is a robe exactly fitted to my shape and reaching to my feet, with very long strait falling sleeves. Over this is the girdle, of about four fingers broad, which all that can afford it, have entirely of diamonds or other precious stones; those, who will not be at that expence, have it of exquisite embroidery on sattin; but it must be faftened before with a clasp of diamonds.—The
    <hi rend="italic">Curdee</hi>
is a loose robe they throw off, or put on, according to the weather, being of a rich brocade (mine, is green and gold) either lined with ermine or sables; the sleeves reach very little below the shoulders. The head-dress is composed of a cap, called
    <hi rend="italic">Talpock,</hi>
which is, in winter, of fine velvet embroidered with pearls or diamonds, and, in summer, of a light shining silver stuff. This is fixed on one side of the head, hanging a little
<pb n="86"/>
way down with a gold tassel, and bound on, either with a circle of diamonds (as I have seen several) or a rich embroidered handkerchief. On the other side of the head, the hair is laid flat; and here the ladies are at liberty to shew their fancies; some putting flowers, others a plume of heron's feathers, and, in short, what they please; but the most general fashion is, a large
    <hi rend="italic">Bouquet</hi>
of jewels, made like natural flowers, that is, the
    <hi rend="italic">buds</hi>
of pearl; the
    <hi rend="italic">roses</hi>
of different coloured rubies; the
    <hi rend="italic">jessamines</hi>
of diamonds; the
    <hi rend="italic">jonquils</hi>
of topazes, &amp;cc. so well set and enamelled, 'tis hard to imagine any thing of that kind so beautiful. The hair hangs at its full length behind, divided into tresses braided with pearl or ribbon, which is always in great quantity. I never saw in my life, so many fine heads of hair. In one lady's I have counted a hundred and ten of the tresses, all natural; but it must be owned that every kind of beauty is more common here than with us. 'Tis surprising to see a young woman that is not very handsome. They have naturally the most beautiful complexions in the world, and generally large black eyes. I can assure you with great truth, that the court of England (though I believe it the fairest in Christendom) does not contain so many beauties as are under our protection here. They generally shape their eye-brows, and both Greeks and Turks have the custom of putting round their eyes a black tincture, that, at distance, or by candle light, adds very much to the blackness of them. I fancy many of our ladies would be overjoyed to know this secret; but 'tis too visible by day. They dye their nails a rose-colour; but I own, I cannot enough accustom myself to this fashion, to find any beauty in it.
</p>
<p>
<pb n="87"/>
As to their morality or good conduct, I can say, like Harlequin, that 'tis just as 'tis with you; and the Turkish ladies don't commit one sin the less for not being Christians. Now that I am a little acquainted with their ways, I cannot forbear admiring, either the exemplary discretion, or extreme stupidity of all the writers that have given accounts of them. 'Tis very easy to see, they have in reality more liberty than we have. No woman, of what rank soever, is permitted to go into the streets without two
    <hi rend="italic">Murlins,</hi>
one that covers her face, all but her eyes; and another, that hides the whole dress of her head, and hangs half way down her back. Their shapes are also wholly concealed, by a thing they call a
    <hi rend="italic">Ferigee,</hi>
which no woman of any sort appears without; this has strait sleeves, that reach to their fingers ends, and it laps all round them, not unlike a riding-hood. In winter, 'tis of cloth; and in summer, of plain stuff or silk. You may guess then, how effectually this disguises them, so that there is no distinguishing the great lady from her slave. 'Tis impossible for the most jealous husband to know his wife, when he meets her, and no man dare touch or follow a woman in the street.
</p>
<p>
This perpetual masquerade gives them entire liberty of following their inclinations without danger of discovery. The most usual method of intrigue is, to send an appointment to the lover to meet the lady at a Jew's shop, which are as notoriously convenient as our Indian-houses; and yet, even those who don't make use of them, do not scruple to go to buy pennyworths, and tumble over rich goods, which are chiefly to be found amongst that sort of people. The great ladies seldom let their gallants know who they are; and 'tis so difficult to find it out, that they can very
<pb n="88"/>
seldom guess at her name, whom they have corresponded with for above half a year together. You may easily imagine the number of faithful wives very small in a country where they have nothing to fear from a lover's indiscretion, since we see so many have the courage to expose themselves to that in this world, and all the threatened punishment of the next, which is never preached to the Turkish damsels. Neither have they much to apprehend from the resentment of their husbands: those ladies that are rich, having all their money in their own hands. Upon the whole, I look upon the Turkish women, as the only free people in the Empire; the very Divan pays a respect to them, and the Grand Signior himself, when a
    <hi rend="italic">Bassa</hi>
is executed, never violates the privileges of the
    <hi rend="italic">Haram,</hi>
(or womens apartment) which remains unsearched and entire to the widow. They are Queens of their slaves, whom the husband has no permission so much as to look upon, except it be an old woman or two that his lady chooses. 'Tis true, their law permits them four wives, but there is no instance of a man of quality that makes use of this liberty, or of a woman of rank that would suffer it. When a husband happens to be inconstant (as those things will happen) he keeps his mistress in a house apart, and visits her as privately as he can, just as 'tis with you. Amongst all the great men here, I only know the
    <hi rend="italic">Tefterdar</hi>
(i. e. Treasurer) that keeps a number of she-slaves, for his own use, (that is, on his own side of the house, for a slave once given to serve a lady, is entirely at her disposal) and he is spoke of as a libertine, or what we should call a rake; and his wife won't see him, though she continues to live in his house. Thus you see, dear sister, the manners of mankind do not differ so widely, as our
<pb n="89"/>
voyage writers would make us believe. Perhaps, it would be more entertaining to add a few surprising customs of my own invention; but nothing seems to me so agreeable as truth, and I believe nothing so acceptable to you. I conclude therefore, with repeating the great truth of my being,
</p>
<closer>Dear Sister, &amp;cc.</closer>
</div>
<div n="30" type="letter">
<head>LETTER XXX.</head>
<head>To Mr. Pope.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Adrianople,</placeName>
<date>April 1,</date>
O. S.
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I DARE say you expect, at least, something very new in this letter, after I have gone a journey, not undertaken, by any Christian, for some hundred years. The most remarkable accident that happened to me, was my being very near over-turned into the Hebrus; and, if I had much regard for the glories that one's name enjoys after death, I should certainly be sorry for having missed the romantic conclusion of swimming down the same river in which the musical head of
    <hi rend="italic">Orpheus</hi>
repeated verses, so many ages since:
<quote xml:lang="Latin">
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">Caput a cervice revulsum,</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">Gurgite cum medio, portans Oeagrius Hebrus</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">Volveret, Euridicen vox ipsa, et frigida lingua</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">Ah! miseram Euridicen! anima fugiente vocabat,</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">Euridicen toto referebant flumine ripae.</hi>
</l>
</quote>
Who knows but some of your bright wits, might have found it a subject affording many poetical turns, and have told the world, in an heroic Elegy, that,
<quote xml:lang="en">
    <hi rend="italic">As equal were our souls, so equal were our fates.</hi>
</quote>
<pb n="90"/>
I despair of ever hearing so many fine things said of me, as so extraordinary a death would have given occasion for.
</p>
<p>
I am at this present moment writing in a house situated on the banks of the Hebrus, which runs under my chamber window. My garden is full of tall cypress trees, upon the branches of which, several couple of true turtles are saying soft things to one an other from morning till night. How naturally do
    <hi rend="italic">boughs</hi>
and
    <hi rend="italic">vows</hi>
come into my mind, at this minute? And must not you confess, to my praise, that 'tis more than an ordinary discretion, that can resist the wicked suggestions of poetry in a place where truth, for once, furnishes all the ideas of pastoral. The summer is already far advanced, in this part of the world; and for some miles round Adriaanople, the whole ground is laid out in gardens, and the banks of the rivers are set with rows of fruit trees, under which all the most considerable Turks divert themselves every evening, not with walking, that is not one of their pleasures; but a set party of them choose out a green spot, where the shade is very thick, and there they spread a carpet, on which they sit drinking their coffee, and are generally attended by some slave with a fine voice, or that plays on some instrument. Every twenty paces you may see one of these little companies, listening to the dashing of the river; and this taste is so universal, that the very gardeners are not without it. I have often seen them and their children sitting on the banks of the river, and playing on a rural instrument, perfectly answering the description of the ancient
    <hi rend="italic">Fistula,</hi>
being composed of unequal reeds, with a simple but agreeable softness in the sound.
</p>
<p>
<pb n="91"/>
Mr.
    <hi rend="italic">Addison</hi>
might here make the experiment he speaks of in his travels; there not being one instrument of music among the Greek or Roman Statues, that is not to be found in the hands of the people of this country. The young lads generally divert themselves with making garlands for their favourite lambs, which I have often seen painted and adorned with flowers, lying at their feet, while they sung or played. It is not that they ever read Romances. But these are the ancient amusements here, and as natural to them as cudgel-playing and foot-ball to our British swains; the softness and warmth of the climate forbidding all rough exercises, which were never so much as heard of amongst them, and naturally inspiring a laziness and aversion to labour, which the great plenty indulges. These gardeners are the only happy race of country people in Turkey. They furnish all the city with fruits and herbs, and seem to live very easily. They are most of them Greeks, and have little houses in the midst of their gardens, where their wives and daughters, take a liberty, not permitted in the town, I mean to go unveiled. These wenches are very neat and handsome, and pass their time at their looms under the shade of the trees.
</p>
<p>
I no longer look upon
    <hi rend="italic">Theocritus</hi>
as a romantic writer; he has only given a plain image of the way of life amongst the peasants of his country; who, before oppression had reduced them to want, were, I suppose, all employed as the better sort of them are now. I don't doubt had he been born a Briton, but his
    <hi rend="italic">Idylliums</hi>
had been filled with descriptions of threshing and churning, both which are unknown here, the corn being all trod out by oxen; and butter (I speak it with sorrow) unheard of.
</p>
<p>
<pb n="92"/>
I read over your
    <hi rend="italic">Homer</hi>
here, with an infinite pleasure, and find several little passages explained, that I did not before entirely comprehend the beauty of: Many of the customs, and much of the dress then in fashion, being yet retained. I don't wonder to find more remains here, of an age so distant, than is to be found in any other country, the Turks not taking that pains to introduce their own manners, as has been generally practised by other nations, that imagine themselves more polite. It would be too tedious to you to point out all the passages that relate to present customs. But I can assure you, that the Princesses and great ladies pass their time at their looms, embroidering veils and robes, surrounded by their maids, which are always very numerous, in the same manner as we find
    <hi rend="italic">Andromache</hi>
and
    <hi rend="italic">Helen</hi>
described. The description of the belt of
    <hi rend="italic">Menelaus,</hi>
exactly resembles those that are now worn by the great men, fastened before with broad golden clasps, and embroidered round with rich work. The snowy veil, that
    <hi rend="italic">Helen</hi>
throws over her face, is still fashionable; and I never see half a dozen of old Bashaws (as I do very often) with their reverend beards, sitting basking in the sun, but I recollect good King
    <hi rend="italic">Priam</hi>
and his counsellors. Their manner of dancing is certainly the same that
    <hi rend="italic">Diana</hi>
is
    <hi rend="italic">sung</hi>
to have danced on the banks of
    <hi rend="italic">Eurotas.</hi>
The great lady still leads the dance, and is followed by a troop of young girls, who imitate her steps, and, if she sings, make up the chorus. The tunes are extremely gay and lively, yet with something in them wonderfully soft. The steps are varied according to the pleasure of her that leads the dance, but always in exact time, and infinitely more agreeable than any of our dances, at least in my opinion. I sometimes make one in the train,
<pb n="93"/>
but am not skilful enough to lead; these are the Grecian dances, the Turkish being very different.
</p>
<p>
I should have told you, in the first place, that the Eastern manners give a great light into many Scripture passages that appear odd to us, their phrases being commonly what we should call Scripture language. The vulgar Turk is very different from what is spoke at court, or amongst the people of figure; who always mix so much Arabic and Persian in their discourse, that it may very well be called another language. And 'tis as ridiculous to make use of the expressions commonly used, in speaking to a great man or lady, as it would be to speak broad Yorkshire, or Somersetshire, in the drawing-room. Besides this destinction, they have what they call, the
    <hi rend="italic">sublime,</hi>
that is, a style proper for poetry, and which is the exact Scripture style. I believe you would be pleased to see a genuine example of this; and I am very glad I have it in my power to satisfy your curiosity, by sending you a faithful copy of the verses that
    <hi rend="italic">Ibraim Bassa,</hi>
the reigning favourite, has made for the young Princess, his contracted Wife, whom he is not yet permitted to visit without witnesses though she is gone home to his house. He is a man of wit and learning; and whether or no he is capable of writing good verse, you may be sure, that on such an occasion, he would not want the assistance of the best poets in the Empire. Thus the verses may be looked upon as a sample of their finest poetry; and I don't doubt you'll be of my mind, that it is most wonderfully resembling the
    <hi rend="italic">Song of Solomon,</hi>
which also was addressed to a Royal Bride.
</p>

<pb n="94"/>

<floatingText>
<body>
<div type="poem">
<head>TURKISH VERSES addressed to the Sultana, eldest daughter of SULTAN ACHMET III.</head>
<lg type="stanza">
<head>STANZA. I.</head>
<l>
Ver. 1.
    <hi rend="italic">THE Nightingale now wanders in the vines;</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">Her passion is to seek roses.</hi>
</l>
<l>
2.
    <hi rend="italic">I went down to admire the beauty of the vines;</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">The sweetness of your charms has ravished my soul.</hi>
</l>
<l>
3.
    <hi rend="italic">Your eyes are black and lovely</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">But wild and disdainful as those of a stag;</hi>
</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<head>STANZA II.</head>
<l>
1.
    <hi rend="italic">The wished possession is delayed from day to day,</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">The cruel Sultan</hi>
ACHMET
    <hi rend="italic">will not permit me</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">To see those cheeks, more vermilion than roses.</hi>
</l>
<l>
2.
    <hi rend="italic">I dare not snatch one of your kisses,</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">The sweetness of your charms has ravish'd my soul.</hi>
</l>
<l>
3.
    <hi rend="italic">Your eyes are black and lovely,</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">But wild and disdainful as those of a stag.</hi>
</l>
</lg>
<lg type="stanza">
<head>STANZA III.</head>
<l>
1.
    <hi rend="italic">The wretched</hi>
IBRAHIM
    <hi rend="italic">sighs in these verses,</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">One dart from our eyes has pierc'd thro' my heart.</hi>
</l>
<l>
2.
    <hi rend="italic">Ah! when will the hour of possession arrive?</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">Must I yet wait a long time?</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">The sweetness of your charms has ravished my soul.</hi>
</l>
<l>
3.
    <hi rend="italic">Ah!</hi>
SULTANA!
    <hi rend="italic">stag-ey'd—an angel amongst angels!</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">I desire,—and, my desire remains unsatisfied.</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">Can you take delight to prey upon my heart?</hi>
</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<head>STANZA IV.</head>
<l>
1.
    <hi rend="italic">My cries pierce the heavens!</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">My eyes are without sleep!</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">Turn to me,</hi>
SULTANA—
    <hi rend="italic">let me gaze on thy beauty.</hi>
</l>
<l>
<pb n="95"/>
2.
    <hi rend="italic">Adieu—I go down to the grave.</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">
If you call me—I return.
</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">My heart is—hot as sulphur;—sigh and it will flame.</hi>
</l>
<l>
3.
    <hi rend="italic">Crown of my life, fair light of my eyes! My</hi>
SULTANA! my Pincess!
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">I rub my face against the earth;—I am drown'd in scalding tears—I rave!</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">Have you no compassion? will you not turn to look upon me?</hi>
</l>
</lg>
</div>
</body>
</floatingText>
<p>
I have taken abundance of pains to get these verses in a literal translation; and if you were acquainted with my interpreters, I might spare myself the trouble of assuring you, that they have received no poetical touches from their hands. In my opinion, (allowing for the inevitable faults of a prose translation into a language so very different) there is a good deal of beauty in them. The epithet of
    <hi rend="italic">stag-ey'd</hi>
(though the sound is not very agreeable in English) pleases me extremely; and I think it a very lively image of the fire and indifference in his mistresses eyes.—Monsieur
    <hi rend="italic">Boileau</hi>
has very justly observed, that we are never to judge of the elevation of an expression in an antient author, by the sound it carries with us; since it may be extremely fine with them, when, at the same time, it appeals low or uncouth to us. You are so well acquainted with
    <hi rend="italic">Homer,</hi>
you cannot but have observed the same thing, and you must have the same indulgence for all oriental poetry. The repetitions at the end of the two first Stanza's are meant for a sort of
    <hi rend="italic">Chorus,</hi>
and are agreeable to the antient manner of writing. The music of the verses apparently changes in the third Stanza, where the burden is altered; and I think he very artfully seems more passionate at the conclusion, as 'tis natural for people to warm themselves by their
<pb n="96"/>
own discourse, especially on a subject in which one is deeply concerned; 'tis certainly far more touching, than our modern custom of concluding a song of passion, with a turn which is inconsistent with it. The first verse is a description of the season of the year; all the country now being full of Nightingales, whose amours with roses, is an Arabian fable, as well known here, as any part of
    <hi rend="italic">Ovid</hi>
amongst us, and is much the same as if an English poem should begin, by saying,—
    <hi rend="italic">"Now Philomela sings.".</hi>
Or what if I turned the whole into the stile of the English poetry, to see how it would look?
</p>
    <div type="poem">

<lg>
<head>STANZA I.</head>
<l>NOW Philomel renews her tender strain,</l>
<l>Indulging all the night her pleasing pain;</l>
<l>I sought the groves to hear the wanton sing,</l>
<l>There saw a face, more beauteous than the spring;</l>
<l>Your large stag-eyes where thousand glories play,</l>
<l>As bright, as lively, but as wild as they.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<head>STANZA II.</head>
<l>
In vain I'm promis'd such a heavenly prize.
</l>
<l>Ah! cruel SULTAN! who delay'st my joys!</l>
<l>While piercing charms transfix my amorous heart,</l>
<l>I dare not snatch one kiss, to ease the smart.</l>
<l>Those eyes like, &amp;cc.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<head>STANZA III.</head>
<l>Your wretched lover in these lines complains;</l>
<l>From those dear beauties rise his killing pains.</l>
<l>When will the hour of wish'd-for bliss arrive?</l>
<l>Must I wait longer?—Can I wait and live?</l>
<l>
<pb n="97"/>
Ah! bright Sultana! Maid divinely fair!
</l>
<l>Can you, unpitying, see the pains I bear!</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<head>STANZA IV.</head>
<l>The Heavens relenting hear my piercing cries,</l>
<l>I loath the light, and sleep forsakes my eyes,</l>
<l>Turn thee Sultana, ere thy lover dies;</l>
<l>Sinking to earth, I sigh the last adieu,</l>
<l>Call me, my Goddess, and my life renew.</l>
<l>My Queen! my angel! my fond heart's desire!</l>
<l>I rave—my bosom burns with heavenly fire!</l>
<l>Pity that passion, which thy charms inspire.</l>
</lg>
</div>
<p>
I have taken the liberty in the second verse, of following what I suppose the true sense of the author, though not literally expressed. By his saying,
    <hi rend="italic">he went down to admire the beauty of the Vines, and her charms ravished his soul;</hi>
I understand a poetical fiction, of having first seen her in the garden, where he was admiring the beauty of the spring. But I could not forbear retaining the comparison of her eyes with those of a stag, though perhaps the novelty of it may give it a burlesque sound in our language. I cannot determine, upon the whole, how well I have succeeded in the translation, neither do I think our English proper to express such violence of passion, which is very seldom felt amongst us. We want, also, those compound words which are very frequent and strong in the Turkish language.
</p>
<p>You see I am pretty far gone in Oriental learning, and to say truth, I study very hard. I wish my studies may give me an occasion of entertaining your curiosity, which will be the utmost advantage hoped for from them, by,</p>
<closer>
<signed>Yours, &amp;cc.</signed>
</closer>
</div>
<div n="31" type="letter">
<pb n="98"/>
<head>LETTER XXXI.</head>
<head>To Mrs. S. C.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
Adrianople,
<date>April 1,</date>
O. S.
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
IN my opinion, dear S. I ought rather to quarrel with you, for not answering my Nimeguen letter of August, till December, than to excuse my not wriing again till now. I am sure there is on my side a very good excuse for silence, having gone such tiresome land-journies, though I don't find the conclusion of them so bad as you seem to imagine. I am very easy here, and not in the solitude you fancy me. The great number of Greeks, French, English and Italians, that are under our protection, make their court to me from morning till night; and I'll assure you, are, many of them, very fine ladies; for there is no possibility for a Christian to live easily under this government, but by the protection of an Ambassador—and the richer they are, the greater is their danger.
</p>
<p>
Those dreadful stories you have heard of the
    <hi rend="italic">Plague,</hi>
have very little foundation in truth. I own, I have much ado to reconcile myself to the sound of a word, which has always given me such terrible ideas; though I am convinced there is little more in it, than a fever. As a proof this, let me tell you, that we passed through two or three towns most vio

lently infected. In the very next house where we lay, (in one of those places) two persons died of it. Luckily for me, I was so well deceived, that I knew
<pb n="99"/>
nothing of the matter; and I was made believe, that our second cook had only a great cold. However, we left our doctor to take care of him, and yesterday they both arrived here in good health; and I am now let into the secret, that he has had the
<hi rend="italic">Plague.</hi>
There are many that escape it, neither is the air ever infected. I am persuaded that it would be as easy a matter to root it out here, as out of Italy and France; but it does so little mischief they are not very solicitous about it, and are content to suffer this distemper, instead of our variety, which they are utterly unacquainted with.
</p>
<p>
A <hi rend="italic">propos</hi>
of distempers, I am going to tell you a thing, that will make you wish yourself here. The
    <hi rend="italic">small-pox,</hi>
so fatal, and so general amongst us, is here entirely harmless, by the invention of
    <hi rend="italic">engrafting,</hi>
which is the term they give it. There is a set of old women, who make it their business to perform the operation, every autumn, in the month of September, when the great heat is abated. People send to one another to know if any of their family has a mind to have the small-pox; they make parties for this purpose, and when they are met (commonly fifteen or sixteen together) the old women comes with a nut-shell full of the matter of the best sort of smallpox, and asks what veins you please to have opened. She immediately rips open that, you offer to her, with a large needle (which gives you no more pain than a common scratch) and puts into the vein, as much matter as can lie upon the head of her needle, and after that, binds up the little wound with a hollow bit of shell, and in this manner opens four or five veins. The Grecians have commonly the superstition of opening one in the middle of the forehead, one in each arm, and one on the breast, to mark the
<pb n="100"/>
sign of the cross; but this has a very ill effect, all these wounds leaving little scars, and is not done by those that are not superstitious, who choose to have them in the legs, or that part of the arm that is concealed. The children or young patients play together all the rest of the day, and are in perfect health to the eighth. Then the fever begins to seize them, and they keep their beds two days, very seldom three. They have very rarely above twenty or thirty in their faces, which never mark, and in eight days time they are as well as before their illness. Where they are wounded, there remains running sores during the distemper, which I don't doubt is a great relief to it. Every year thousands undergo this operation, and the French Ambassador says pleasantly, that they take the small-pox here by way of diversion, as they take the waters in others countries. There is no example of any one that has died in it, and you may believe I am well satisfied of the safety of this experiment, since I intend to try it on my dear little son. I am patriot enough to take pains to bring this useful invention into fashion in England, and I should not fail to write to some of our Doctors very particularly about it, if I knew any one of them that I thought had virtue enough to destroy such a considerable branch of their revenue, for the good of mankind. But that destemper is too beneficial to them, not to expose to all their resentment, the hardy wight that should undertake to put an end to it. Perhaps, if I live to return, I may, however, have courage to war with them. Upon this occasion, admire the heroism in the heart of,
</p>
<closer>
<signed>Your friend, &amp;cc. &amp;cc.</signed>
</closer>
</div>
<div n="32" type="letter">
<pb n="101"/>
<head>LETTER XXXII.</head>
<head>To Mrs. T.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
Adrianople,
<date>April 1,</date>
O. S. 1718.
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I CAN now tell dear Mrs. T—, that I am safely arrived at the end of my very long journey. I will not tire you with the account of the many fatigues I have suffered. You would rather be informed of the strange things that are to be seen here; and a letter out of Turkey, that has nothing extraordinary in it, would be as great a disappointment as my visitors will receive at London, if I return thither without any rarities to shew them.—What shall I tell you of?—You never saw camels in your life; and perhaps the description of them will appear new to you; I can assure you, the first sight of them was so to me; and though I have seen hundreds of pictures of those animals, I never saw any that was resembling enough, to give a true idea of them. I am going to make a bold observation, and possibly a false one, because no body has ever made it before me; but I do take them to be of the stag-kind; their legs, bodies, and necks, are exactly shaped like them, and their colour very near the same. 'Tis true, they are much larger, being a great deal higher than a horse, and so swift, that, after the defeat of Peterwaradin, they far out-ran the swiftest horses, and brought the first news of the loss of the battle to Belgrade. They are never thoroughly tamed; the drivers take care to tye them one to another with
<pb n="102"/>
strong ropes, fifty in a string, led by an ass, on which the driver rides. I have seen three hundred in one caravan. They carry the third part more than any horse: but 'tis a particular art to load them, because of the bunch on their backs. They seem to me very ugly creatures, their heads being ill formed and disproportioned to their bodies. They carry all the burdens; and the beasts destined to the plough are buffaloes, and animal you are also unacquainted with. They are larger and more clumsy than an ox; they have short thick black horns close to their heads, which grow turning backwards. They say this horn looks very beautiful when 'tis well polished. They are all black, with very short hair on their hides, and have extremely little white eyes, that makes them look like devils. The country people dye their tails, and the hair of their forehead red, by way of ornament. Horses are not put here to any laborious work, nor are they at all fit for it. They are beautiful and full of spirit, but generally little, and not strong, as the breed of colder countries; very gentle, however, with all their vivacity, and also swift and sure-footed. I have a little white favourite, that I would not part with on any terms; he prances under me with so much fire, you would think that I had a great deal of courage to dare mount him; yet I'll assure you, I never rid a horse so much at my command, in my life. My side-saddle is the first that was ever seen in this part of the world, and is gazed at with as much wonder, as the ship of Columbus in the first discovery of America. Here are some little birds, held in a sort of religious reverence, and for that reason multiply prodigiously;
    <hi rend="italic">Turtles,</hi>
on the account of their innocence; and
    <hi rend="italic">Storcks</hi>
because they are supposed to make every winter the pilgrimage
<pb n="103"/>
to Mecca. To say truth, they are the happiest subjects under the Turkish government, and are so sensible of their privileges, that they walk the streets without fear, and generally build in the low parts of houses. Happy are those whose houses are so distinguished, as the vulgar Turks are perfectly persuaded, that they will not be, that year, attacked either by fire or pestilence. I have the happiness of one of their sacred nests under my chamber-window.
</p>
<p>
Now I am talking of my chamber, I remember, the description of the houses here will be as new to you, as any of the birds or beasts. I suppose you have read in most of our accounts of Turkey, that their houses are the most miserable pieces of building in the world. I can speak very learnedly on that subject, having been in so many of them; and I assure you, 'tis no such thing. We are now lodged in a palace, belonging to the Grand Signior. I really think the manner of building here very agreeable, and proper for the country. 'Tis true, they are not at all solicitous to beautify the outsides of their houses, and they are generally built of wood, which, I own, is the cause of many inconveniencies; but this is not to be charged on the ill taste of the people, but on the oppression of the government. Every house, at the death of its master, is at the Grand Signior's disposal, and therefore no man cares to make a great expence, which he is not sure his family will be the better for. All their design is to build a house commodious, and that will last their lives; and they are very indifferent if it falls down the year after. Every house, great and small, is divided into two distinct parts, which only join together by a narrow passage. The first house has a large court before it, and open galleries all round it, which is, to me, a thing very
<pb n="104"/>
agreeable. This gallery leads to all the chambers, which are commonly large, and with two rows of windows, the first being of painted glass; they seldom build above two stories, each of which has galleries. The stairs are broad, and not often above thirty steps. This is the house belonging to the lord, and the adjoining one is called the
    <hi rend="italic">Haram,</hi>
that is, the ladies apartment, (for the name of Seraglio is peculiar to the Grand Signior) it has also a gallery running round it towards the garden, to which all the windows are turned, and the same number of chambers as the other, but more gay and splendid, both in painting and furniture. The second row of windows are very low, with grates like those of convents, the rooms are all spread with Persian carpets, and raised at one end of them (my chambers are raised at both ends) about two foot. This is the
    <hi rend="italic">Sopha,</hi>
which is laid with a richer sort of carpet, and all round it a sort of couch raised half a foot, covered with rich silk, according to the fancy or magnificence of the owner. Mine is of scarlet cloth with a gold fringe; round about this are placed, standing against the wall, two rows of cushions, the first very large, and the next little ones; and here the Turks display their greatest magnificence. They are generally brocade, or embroidery of gold wire upon white sattin—Nothing can look more gay and splendid.—These seats are also so convenient and easy, that I believe I shall never endure chairs as long as I live.—The rooms are low which I think no fault, and the ceiling is always of wood, generally inlaid or painted with flowers. They open in many places, with folding-doors, and serve for cabinets, I think more conveniently than ours. Between the windows are little arches to set pots of perfume or
<pb n="105"/>
baskets of flowers. But what pleases me best, is the fashion of having marble fountains in the lower part of the room, which throw up several spouts of water, giving, at the same time, an agreeable coolness, and a pleasant dashing sound, falling from one bason to another. Some of these are very magnificent. Each house has a bagnio, which consists generally in two or three little rooms leaded on the top, paved with marble, with basons, cocks of water, and all conveniencies for either hot or cold baths.
</p>
<p>
You will perhaps be surprised at an account so different from what you have been entertained with by the common voyage-writers, who are very fond of speaking of what they don't know. It must be under a very particular character, or on some extraordinary occasion, that a Christian is admitted into the house of a man of quality, and their
    <hi rend="italic">Harams</hi>
are always forbidden ground. Thus they can only speak of the outside, which makes no great appearance; and the womens apartments are always built backward, removed from sight, and have no other prospect than the gardens, which are inclosed with very high walls. There is none of our parterres in them; but they are planted with high trees, which give an agreeable shade, and, to my fancy, a pleasing view. In the midst of the garden is the
    <hi rend="italic">Chiosk,</hi>
that is, a large room, commonly beautified with a fine foun

tain in the midst of it. It is raised nine or ten steps, and enclosed with gilded lattices, round which, vines, jessamines, and honey-suckles, make a sort of green wall. Large trees are planted round this place, which is the scene of their greatest pleasures, and where the ladies spend most of their hours, employed by their musick or embroidery.—In the public gardens, there are public
<hi>Chiosks,</hi>
where people go, that are not so
<pb n="106"/>
well accommodated at home, and drink their coffee, sherbet, &amp;cc. Neither are they ignorant of a more durable manner of building; their Mosques are all of free stone, and the public
<hi>Hanns,</hi>
or Inns, extremely magnificent, many of them taking up a large square, built round with shops under stone arches, where poor artificers are lodged
<hi>gratis.</hi>
They have always a Mosque joining to them, and the body of the
<hi>Hann</hi>
is a most noble hall, capable of holding three or four hundred persons, the court extremely spacious, and cloisters round it, that give it the air of our colleges. I own, I think it a more reasonable piece of charity than the founding of convents.—I think I have now told you a great deal for once. If you don't like my choice of subjects, tell me what you would have me write upon; there is nobody more desirous to entertain you than, dear Mrs. T—,
</p>
<closer>
<signed>Yours, &amp;cc. &amp;cc.</signed>
</closer>
</div>
<div n="33" type="letter">
<head>LETTER XXXIII.</head>
<head>To the Countess of—,</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
Adrianople,
<date>April 18, O. S.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I WROTE to you, dear sister, and to all my other English correspondents, by the last ship, and only Heaven can tell, when I shall have another opportunity of sending to you; but I cannot forbear to write again, though perhaps my letter may lye upon my hands this two months. To confess the truth, my head is so full of my entertainment yesterday, that
<pb n="107"/>
'tis absolutely necessary, for my own repose, to give it some vent. Without farther preface I will then begin my story.
</p>
<p>
I was invited to dine with the Grand
    <hi rend="italic">Vizier</hi>
's lady, and it was with a great deal of pleasure I prepared myself for an entertainment, which was never before given to any Christian. I thought, I should very little satisfy her curiosity, (which I did not doubt was a considerable motive to the invitation) by going in a dress she was used to see, and therefore dressed myself in the court habit of Vienna, which is much more magnificent than ours. However, I chose to go
    <hi rend="italic">
incognito,
</hi>
to avoid any disputes about ceremony, and went in a Turkish coach, only attended by my woman, that held up my train, and the Greek lady, who was my interpretess. I was met, at the court-door, by her black Eunuch, who helped me out of the coach with great respect, and conducted me through several rooms, where her she slaves, finely dressed, were ranged on each side. In the innermost, I found the lady sitting on her sofa, in a sable vest. She advanced to meet me, and presented me half a dozen of her friends, with great civility. She seemed a very good woman, near fifty years old. I was surprised to observe so little magnificence in her house, the furniture being all very moderate; and except the habits and number of her slaves, nothing about her appeared expensive. She guessed at my thoughts, and told me, she was no longer of an age to spend either her time or money in superfluities; that her whole expence was in charity, and her whole employment praying to God. There was no affectation in this speech; both she and her husband are entirely given up to devotion. He never looks upon any other woman; and what is much more extraordinary, touches no bribes, notwithstanding the
<pb n="108"/>
example of all his predecessors. He is so scrupulous in this point, he would not accept Mr. W—'s present, till he had been assured over and over, that it was a settled perquisite of his place, at the entrance of every Ambassador. She entertained me with all kind of civility, till dinner came in, which was served, one dish at a time, to a vast number, all finely dressed after their manner, which I don't think so bad as you have perhaps heard it represented. I am a very good judge of their eating, having lived three weeks in the house of an
    <hi rend="italic">Effendi</hi>
at Belgrade, who gave us very magnificent dinners, dressed by his own cooks. The first week they pleased me extremely; but, I own, I soon began to grow weary of their table, and desired our own cook might add a dish or two after our manner. But I attribute this to custom, and am very much inclined to believe that an Indian, who had never tasted of either, would prefer their cookery to ours. Their sauces are very high, all the roast very much done. They use a great deal of very rich spice. The soop is served for the last dish; and they have, at least, as great a variety of ragouts, as we have. I was very sorry I could not eat of as many as the good lady would have had me, who was very earnest in serving me of every thing. The treat concluded with coffee and perfumes, which is a high mark of respect; two slaves kneeling
    <hi rend="italic">censed</hi>
my hair, clothes, and handkerchief. After this ceremony, she commanded her slaves to play and dance, which they did with their guitars in their hands, and she excused to me their want of skill, saying she took no care to accomplish them in that art.
</p>
<p>
I returned her thanks, and soon after took my leave. I was conducted back in the same manner I entered, and would have gone strait to my own house
<pb n="109"/>
but the Greek lady, with me, earnestly solicited me to visit the
    <hi rend="italic">Kahya's</hi>
lady, saying, he was the second officer in the Empire, and ought indeed to be looked upon as the first, the Grand Vizier having only the name, while he exercised the authority. I had found so little diversion in the Vizier's
    <hi rend="italic">Haram,</hi>
that I had no mind to go into another. But her importunity prevailed with me, and I am extremely glad, I was so complaisant. All things here were with quite another air than at the Grand Vizier's; and the very house confessed the difference between an old devotee, and a young beauty. It was nicely clean and magnificent. I was met at the door by two black Eunuchs, who led me through a long gallery, between two ranks of beautiful young girls, with their hair finely plaited, almost hanging to their feet, all dressed in fine light damasks, brocaded with silver. I was sorry that decency did not permit me to stop to consider them nearer. But that thought was lost upon my entrance into a large room, or rather pavillion, built round with gilded sashes, which were most of them thrown up, and the trees planted near them gave an agreeable shade, which hindered the Sun from being troublesome. The jessamines and honey-suckles that twisted round their trunks, shed a soft perfume, increased by a white marble fountain playing sweet water in the lower part of the room, which fell into three or four basons, with a pleasing sound. The roof was painted with all sorts of flowers, falling out of gilded baskets, that seemed tumbling down. On a Sofa, raised three steps, and covered with fine Persian carpets, sat the Kahya's lady, leaning on cushions of white sattin embroidered; and at her feet sat two young girls about twelve years old, lovely as angels, dressed perfectly rich, and almost covered with jewels. But they were
<pb n="110"/>
hardly seen near the fair
    <hi rend="italic">Fatima,</hi>
for that is her name) so much her beauty effaced every thing I have seen, nay, all that has been called lovely either in England or Germany. I must own, that I never saw any thing so gloriously beautiful, nor can I recollect a face that would have been taken notice of near her's. She stood up to receive me, saluting me, after their fashion, putting her hand to her heart, with a sweetness full of majesty, that no court breeding could ever give. She ordered cushions to be given me, and took care to place me in the corner, which is the place of honour. I confess, though the Greek lady had before given me a great opinion of her beauty, I was so struck with admiration, that I could not, for some time, speak to her, being wholly taken up in gazing. That surprising harmony of features! That charming result of the whole! That exact proportion of body! That lovely bloom of complexion unsullied by art! The unutterable enchantment of her smile!—But her eyes!—Large and black, with all the soft languishment of the blue! every turn of her face discovering some new grace.
</p>
<p>
After my first surprise was over, I endeavoured, by nicely examining her face, to find out some imperfection, without any fruit of my search, but my being clearly convinced of the error of that vulgar notion, that a face exactly proportioned, and perfectly beautiful, would not be agreeable; nature having done for her, with more success, what
    <hi rend="italic">Appelles</hi>
is said to have essayed by a collection of the most exact features to form a perfect face. Add to all this, a behaviour so full of grace and sweetness, such easy motions with an air so majestic, yet free from stiffness or affectation, that I am persuaded, could she be suddenly transported upon the most polite throne of Europe, no body would
<pb n="111"/>
think her other than born and bred to be a Queen, though educated in a country we call barbarous. To say all in a word, our most celebrated English beauties would vanish near her.
</p>
<p>
She was dressed in a
    <hi rend="italic">Caftan</hi>
of gold brocade, flowered with silver, very well fitted to her shape, and shewing to advantage the beauty of her bosom, only shaded by the thin gauze of her shift. Her drawers were pale pink, her waistcoat green and silver, her slippers white sattin finely embroidered; her lovely arms adorned with bracelets of diamonds, and her broad girdle set round with diamonds; upon her head a rich Turkish handkerchief of pink and silver, her own fine black hair hanging a great length, in various tresses, and on one side of her head some bodkins of jewels. I am afraid you will accuse me of extravagance in this description. I think I have read somewhere, that women always speak in rapture, when they speak of beauty, and I cannot imagine why they should not be allowed to do so. I rather think it a virtue to be able to admire without any mixture of desire or envy. The gravest writers have spoke with great warmth of some celebrated pictures and statues. The workmanship of Heaven, certainly excels all our weak imitations, and I think, has a much better claim to our praise. For my part, I am not ashamed to own, I took more pleasure in looking on the beauteous
    <hi rend="italic">Fatima</hi>
than the finest piece of sculpture could have given me. She told me the two girls at her feet were her daughters, though she appeared too young to be their mother. Her fair maids were ranged below the Sofa, to the number of twenty, and put me in mind of the pictures of the antient nymphs. I did not think all nature could have furnished such a scene of beauty. She made them a sign to play and dance. Four of
<pb n="112"/>
them immediately begun to play some soft airs on instruments, between a lute and a guitar, which they accompanied with their voices, while the others, danced by turns. This dance was very different from what I had seen before. Nothing could be more artful, or more proper to raise
    <hi rend="italic">certain ideas.</hi>
The tunes so soft!—The motions so languishing! Accompanied with pauses and dying eyes! half-falling back, and then recovering themselves in so artful a manner, that I am very positive, the coldest and most rigid prude upon earth, could not have looked upon them without thinking of
    <hi rend="italic">something not to be spoke of.</hi>
—I suppose you may have read that the Turks have no music, but what is shocking to the ears; but this account is from those who never heard any but what is played in the streets, and is just as reasonable, as if a foreigner should take his ideas of English music, from the
    <hi rend="italic">bladder</hi>
and
    <hi rend="italic">string,</hi>
or the
    <hi rend="italic">marrow bones</hi>
and
    <hi rend="italic">cleavers.
</hi>
I can assure you, that the music is extremely pathetic; 'tis true, I am inclined to prefer the Italian, but perhaps I am partial. I am acquainted with a Greek lady, who sings better than Mrs.
    <hi rend="italic">
Robinson,
</hi>
and is very well skilled in both, who gives the preference to the Turkish. 'Tis certain they have very fine natural voices, these were very agreeable. When the dance was over, four fair slaves came into the room, with silver censors in their hands, and perfumed the air with amber, aloes-wood, and others scents. After this, they served me coffee upon their knees, in the finest japan china, with
    <hi rend="italic">soucoups</hi>
of silver gilt. The lovely
    <hi rend="italic">Fatima</hi>
entertained me, all this while, in the most polite agreeable manner, calling me often
    <hi rend="italic">Uzelle Sultanam,</hi>
or the Beautiful Sultana, and desiring my friendship with the best grace in the world, lamenting that she could not entertain me in my own language.
</p>
<p>
<pb n="113"/>
When I took my leave, two maids brought in a fine silver basket of embroidered handkerchiefs; she beg'd I would wear the richest for her sake, and gave the others to my woman and interpretess.—I retired, thro' the same ceremonies as before, and could not help thinking, I had been some time in Mahomet's paradise, so much I was charmed with what I had seen. I know not how the relation of it appears to you. I wish it may give you part of my pleasure; for I would have my dear sister share in all the diversions of.
</p>
<closer>
<signed>Yours, &amp;cc. &amp;cc.</signed>
</closer>
</div>
<div n="34" type="letter">
<head>LETTER XXXIV.</head>
<head>To the Abbot—</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Adrianople,</placeName>
<date>May 17, O. S.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I AM going to leave Adrianople, and I would not do it, without giving you some account of all that is curious in it, which I have taken a great deal of pains to see. I will not trouble you with wise dissertations, whether or no this is the same city that was antiently called
    <hi rend="italic">Orestesit</hi>
or
    <hi rend="italic">Oreste,</hi>
which you know better than I do. It is now called from the Emperor
    <hi rend="italic">Adrian,</hi>
and was the first European seat of the Turkish Empire, and has been the favourite residence of many Sultans. MAHOMET the fourth, and MUSTAPHA, the Brother of the reigning Emperor, were so fond of it, that they wholly abandoned Constantinople, which humour so far exasperated the Janizaries, that it was a considerable motive to the rebellions that
<pb n="114"/>
deposed them. Yet this man seems to love to keep his court here. I can give you no reason for this partiality. 'Tis true, the situation is fine, and the country all round very beautiful; but the air is extremely bad, and the Seraglio itself is not free from the ill effect of it. The town is said to be eight miles in compass. I suppose they reckon in the gardens. There are some good houses in it, I mean large ones; for the architecture of their palaces never makes any great shew. It is now very full of people; but they are, most of them, such as follow the court, or camp, and when they are removed, I am told 'tis no populous city. The river
    <hi rend="italic">Maritza</hi>
(anciently the
    <hi rend="italic">Hebrus</hi>) on which it is situated, is dried up every summer, which contributes very much to make it unwholesome. It is now a very pleasant stream. There are two noble bridges built over it. I had the curiosity to go to see the Exchange in my Turkish dress, which is disguise sufficient. Yet I own, I was not very easy when I saw it crouded with Janizaries; but they dare not be rude to a woman, and made way for me with as much respect, as if I had been in my own figure. It is half a mile in length, the roof arched, and kept extremely neat. It holds three hundred and sixty-five shops, furnished with all sorts of rich goods, exposed to sale in the same manner as at the New Exchange in London. But the pavement is kept much neater, and the shops are all so clean, they seem just new painted.—Idle people of all sorts walk here for their diversion, or amuse themselves with drinking coffee, or sherbet, which is cried about as oranges and sweetmeats are in our playhouses. I observed most of the rich Tradesmen were Jews. That people are in incredible power in this country. They have many privileges above all the natural Turks themselves, and
<pb n="115"/>
have formed a very considerable common-wealth here, being judged by their own laws. They have drawn the whole trade of the Empire into their hands, partly by the firm union amongst themselves, and partly by the idle temper and want of industry in the Turks. Every Bassa has his Jew, who is his
    <hi rend="italic">"homme d'affaires;"</hi>
he is let into all his secrets, and does all his business. No bargain is made, no bribe received, no merchandise disposed of, but what passes through their hands. They are the physicians, the stewards, and the interpreters of all the great men. You may judge how advantageous this is to a people who never fail to make use of the smallest advantages. They have found the secret of making themselves so necessary, that they are certain of the protection of the court, whatever ministry is in power. Even the English, French, and Italian merchants, who are sensible of their artifices, are, however, forced to trust their affairs to their negotiation, nothing of trade being managed without them, and the meanest amongst them being too important to be disobliged, since the whole body take care of his interests with as much vigour as they would those of the most considerable of their members. There are many of them vastly rich, but they take care to make little public shew of it; though they live in their houses in the utmost luxury and magnificence. This copious subject has drawn me from my description of the exchange, founded by
    <hi rend="italic">Ali Bassa,</hi>
whose name it bears. Near it is the
    <hi rend="italic">Sherski,</hi>
a street of a mile in length, full of shops of all kind of fine merchandise, but excessive dear, nothing being made here. It is covered on the top with boards to keep out the rain, that merchants may meet conveniently in all weathers. The
    <hi rend="italic">Besiten</hi>
near it, is another exchange, built upon pillars, where all
<pb n="116"/>
sorts of horse furniture is sold. Glittering every where with gold, rich embroidery and jewels; it makes a very agreeable shew. From this place I went in my Turkish coach, to the camp, which is to move in a few days to the frontiers. The Sultan is already gone to his tents, and all his court; the appearance of them is, indeed, very magnificent. Those of the great men are rather like palaces than tents, taking up a great compass of ground, and being divided into a vast number of apartments. They are all of green, and the
    <hi rend="italic">Bassa's of three Tails,</hi>
have those ensigns of their power placed in a very conspicuous manner before their tents, which are adorned, on the top, with gilded balls, more or less, according to their different ranks. The ladies go in coaches to see the camp, as eagerly as ours did to that of
    <hi rend="italic">Hyde-Park;</hi>
but 'tis very easy to observe, that the soldiers do not begin the campaign with any great chearfulness. The war is a general grievance upon the people, but particularly hard upon the tradesmen, now that the Grand Signior is resolved to lead his army in person. Every company of them is obliged, upon this occasion, to make a present according to their ability.
</p>
<p>
I took the pains of rising at six in the morning to see the ceremony, which did not however begin till eight. The Grand Signior was at the Seraglio window, to see the procession, which passed thro' the principal streets. It was preceded by an
    <hi rend="italic">Effendi,</hi>
mounted on a camel, richly furnished, reading aloud the
    <hi rend="italic">Alcoran,</hi>
finely bound, laid upon a cushion. He was surrounded by a parcel of boys, in white, singing some verses of it, followed by a man dressed in green boughs, representing a clean husbandman sowing seed. After him several reapers with garlands of ears of corn, as
    <hi rend="italic">Ceres</hi>
is pictured, with scythes in their hands seeming to mow.
<pb n="117"/>
Then a little machine drawn by oxen, in which was a wind-mill, and boys employed in grinding corn, followed by another machine drawn by buffaloes carrying an oven, and two more boys, one employed in kneading the bread, and another in drawing it out of the oven. These Boys threw little cakes on both sides amongst the crowd, and were followed by the whole company of bakers, marching on foot, two by two, in their best cloaths, with cakes, loaves, pasties, and pies of all sorts on their heads, and after them two buffoons, or jackpuddings, with their faces and clothes smeared with meal, who diverted the mob with their antic gestures. In the same manner followed all the companies of trade in the Empire; the nobler sort, such as jewellers, mercers, &amp;cc. finely mounted, and many of the pageants that represent their trades perfectly magnificent; amongst which, that of the Furriers made one of the best figures, being a very large machine set round with the skins of ermins, foxes, &amp;cc. so well stuffed, that the animals seemed to be alive, and followed by music and dancers. I believe they were, upon the whole, twenty thousand men, all ready to follow his Highness if he commanded them. The rear was closed by the volunteers, who came to beg the honour of dying in his service. This part of the shew seemed to me so barborous, that I removed from the window upon the first appearance of it. They were all naked to the middle. Some had their arms pierced thorough with arrows left sticking in them. Others had them sticking in their heads, the blood trickling down their faces. Some slashed their arms with sharp knives, making the blood spring out upon those that stood there; and this is looked upon as an expression of their zeal for glory. I am told, that some make use of it to advance their love;
<pb n="118"/>
and when they are near the window, where their mistress stands (all the women in town being veiled to see this spectacle) they stick another arrow for her sake, who gives some sign of approbation and encouragement to this gallantry. The whole shew lasted for near eight hours, to my great sorrow, who was heartily tired, though I was in the house of the widow of the
    <hi rend="italic">Captain Bassa</hi>
(Admiral) who refreshed me with coffee, sweetmeats, sherbet, &amp;cc. with all possible civility.
</p>
<p>
I went two days after, to see the Mosque of Sultan
    <hi rend="italic">Selim</hi>
I. which is a building very well worth the curiosity of a traveller. I was dressed in my Turkish habit, and admitted without scruple; though I believe they guessed who I was, by the extreme officiousness of the door-keeper, to shew me every part of it. It is situated very advantageously in the midst of the city, and in the highest part of it, making a very noble show. The first court has four gates, and the innermost three. They are both of them surrounded with cloisters, with marble pillars of the Ionic order, finely polished, and of very lively colours; the whole pavement is of white marble, and the roof of the cloisters divided into several cupola's or domes, headed with gilt balls on the top. In the midst of each court are fine fountains of white marble; and before the great gate of the Mosque a portico with green marble pillars, which has five gates, the body of the Mosque being one prodigious dome. I understand so little of architecture, I dare not pretend to speak of the proportions. It seemed to be very regular; this I am sure of, it is vastly high and I thought it the noblest building I ever saw. It has two rows of marble galleries on pillars, with marble balustres; the pavement is also marble covered with Persian carpets. In my opinion, it is a great addition to its beauty, that it is not divided into pews, and encumbered with forms and benches like our churches;
<pb n="119"/>
nor the pillars (which are most of them red and white marble) disfigured by the little tawdry images, and pictures, that give Roman Catholic churches the air of toy-shops. The walls seemed to me inlaid, with such very lively colours, in small flowers, that I could not imagine what stones had been made use of. But going nearer, I saw they were crusted with japan china, which has a very beautiful effect. In the midst hung a vast lamp of silver gilt; besides which, I do verily believe, there were at least two thousand of a lesser size. This must look very glorious when they are all lighted; but being at night, no women are suffered to enter. Under the large lamp is a great pulpit of carved wood gilt, and just by, a fountain to wash, which you know is an essential part of their devotion. In one corner is a little gallery enclosed with gilded lattices, for the Grand Signior. At the upper end a large
    <hi rend="italic">Niche,</hi>
very like an altar, raised two steps, covered with gold brocade, and standing before it two silver gilt candlesticks, the height of a man, and in them white wax candles, as thick as a man's waist. The outside of the Mosque is adorned with towers vastly high, gilt on the top, from whence the
    <hi rend="italic">Imaums</hi>
call the people to prayers. I had the curiosity to go up one of them, which is contrived so artfully, as to give surprize to all that see it. There is but one door, which leads to three different stair-cases, going to the three different stories of the tower, in such a manner, that three priests may ascend, rounding, without ever meeting each other; a contrivance very much admired. Behind the Mosque, is an Exchange full of shops, where poor artificers are lodged gratis. I saw several Dervises at their prayers here. They are dressed in a plain piece of woollen, with their arms bare, and a woollen cap on their heads, like a high crowned hat without brims. I went to
<pb n="120"/>
see some other Mosques, built much after the same manner, but not comparable, in point of magnificence, to this I have described, which is infinitely beyond any church in Germany or England; I won't talk of other countries, I have not seen. The Seraglio does not seem a very magnificent palace. But the gardens are very large, plentifully supplied with water, and full of trees; which is all I know of them, having never been in them.
</p>
<p>
I tell you nothing of the order of Mr. W—'s entry, and his audieuce. These things are always the same, and have been so often described, I won't trouble you with the repetition. The young Prince, about eleven years old, sits near his father, when he gives audience; he is a handsome boy, but, probably, will not immediately succeed the Sultan, there being two sons of Sultan, MUSTAPHA (his eldest brother) remaining; the eldest about twenty years old, on whom the hopes of the people are fixed. This reign has been bloody and avaritious. I am apt to believe they are very impatient to see the end of it. I am, Sir,
</p>
<closer>
<signed>Your, &amp;cc. &amp;cc.</signed>
</closer>
                    </div>
<closer>
P. S. I will write to you again from Constantinople.
</closer>

<div n="35" type="letter">
<pb n="121"/>
<head>LETTER XXXV.</head>
<head>To the Abbot—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
Constantinople,
<date>May 29,</date>
O. S.
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I HAVE had the advantage of very fine weather all my journey, and as the summer is now in its beauty, I enjoyed the pleasure of fine prospects; and the meadows being full of all sorts of garden flowers, and sweet herbs my berlin perfumed the air as it pressed them. The Grand Signior furnished us with thirty covered waggons for our baggage, and five coaches of the country for my women. We found the road full of the great
    <hi rend="italic">Spahis</hi>
and their equipages coming out of Asia to the war. They always travel with tents; but I chose to lie in houses all the way. I will not trouble you with the names of the villages we passed, in which there was nothing remarkable, but at
    <hi rend="italic">Ciorlu</hi>, we were lodged in a 
    <hi rend="italic">Conac,</hi>
or little
    <hi rend="italic">Seraglio,</hi>
built for the use of the Grand Signior, when he goes this road. I had the curiosity to view all the apartments destined for the ladies of his court. They were in the midst of a thick grove of trees, made fresh by fountains; but I was most surprised to see the walls almost covered with little distichs of Turkish verse, writ with pencils. I made my interpreter explain them to me, and I found several of them very well turned; tho' I easily believed him, that they had lost much of their beauty in the translation. One was literally thus in English.
<quote xml:lang="en">
<l>
<hi rend="italic">We come into this world; we lodge, and we depart;</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">He never goes, that's lodg'd within my heart.</hi>
</l>
</quote>
<pb n="122"/>
The rest of our journey was through fine painted meadows, by the side of the sea of
    <hi rend="italic">Marmora,</hi>
the antient Propontis. We lay the next night at
    <hi rend="italic">
Selivrea,
</hi>
antiently a noble town. It is now a good sea port, and neatly built enough, and has a bridge of thirty-two arches. Here is a famous antient Greek church. I had given one of my coaches to a Greek lady, who desired the conveniency of travelling with me; she designed to pay her devotions, and I was glad of the opportunity of going with her. I found it an ill built edifice, set out with the same sort of ornaments, but less rich, as the Roman Catholic churches. They shewed me a saint's body, where I threw a piece of money; and a picture of the Virgin Mary, drawn by the hand of St. LUKE, very little to the credit of his painting; but, however, the finest Madona of Italy, is not more famous for her miracles. The Greeks have a monstrous taste in their pictures, which, for more finery, are always drawn upon a gold ground. You may imagine what a good air this has; but they have no notion either of shade or proportion. They have a bishop here, who officiated in his purple robe, and sent me a candle almost as big as myself for a present, when I was at my lodging. We lay that night at a town called
    <hi rend="italic">Bujuk Cekmege,</hi>
or Great Bridge; and the night following, at
    <hi rend="italic">Kujuk Cekmege,</hi>
or Little Bridge, in a very pleasant lodging, formerly a monastery of Dervises, having before it a large court, encompassed with marble cloisters, with a good fountain in the middle. The prospect from this place, and the gardens round it, is the most agreeable I have seen; and shews, that monks of all religions know how to choose their retirements. 'Tis now belonging to a
    <hi rend="italic">Hogia,</hi>
or School-master, who teaches boys here. I asked him to shew me his own apartment, and was surprised
<pb n="123"/>
to see him point to a tall cypress tree in the garden, on the top of which was a place for a bed for himself, and a little lower one for his wife and two children, who slept there every night. I was so much diverted with the fancy. I resolved to examine his nest nearer; but after going up fifty steps, I found I had still fifty to go up, and then I must climb from branch to branch, with some hazard of my neck. I thought it therefore the best way to come down again.
</p>
<p>We arrived the next day at Constantinople; but I can yet tell you very little of it, all my time having been taken up with receiving visits, which are, at least, a very good entertainment to the eyes, the young women being all beauties, and their beauty highly improved by the high taste of their dress.</p>
<p>
Our palace is in
<hi rend="italic">Pera,</hi>
which is no more a suburb of Constantinople, than Westminster is a suburb to London. All the Ambassadors are lodged very near each other. One part of our house shews us the Port, the City, and the Seraglio, and the distant hills of Asia, perhaps, all together, the most beautiful prospect in the world.
</p>
<p>
A certain French author says,
    <hi rend="italic">Constantinople</hi>
is twice as big as
    <hi rend="italic">Paris.</hi>
Mr. W—y is unwilling to own 'tis bigger than London, though I confess it appears to me to be so; but I don't believe 'tis so populous. The burying fields about it are certainly much larger than the whole city. 'Tis surprising what a vast deal of land is lost this way in Turkey. Sometimes I have seen burying places of several miles, belonging to very inconsiderable villages, which were formerly great towns, and retain no other mark of their antient grandeur, than this dismal one. On no occasion do they ever remove a stone that serves for a monument. Some of them are costly enough,
<pb n="124"/>
for a monument. Some of them are costly enough, being of very fine marble. They set up a pillar with a carved turbant on the top of it, to the memory of a man; and as the turbants, by their different shapes, shew the quality or profession, 'tis in a manner putting up the arms of the deceased. Besides, the pillar commonly bears an inscription in gold letters. The ladies have a simple pillar, without other ornament, except those that die unmarried, who have a rose on the top of their monument. The sepulchres of particular families are railed in, and planted round with trees. Those of the Sultans, and some great men, have lamps constantly burning in them.
</p>
<p>
When I spoke of their religion, I forgot to mention two particularities, one of which I had read of, but it seemed so odd to me, I could not believe it; yet 'tis certainly true; that when a man has divorced his wife, in the most solemn manner, he can take her again upon no other terms, than permitting another man to pass a night with her; and there are some examples of those who have submitted to this law, rather than not have back their beloved. The other point of doctrine is very extraordinary. Any woman that dies unmarried, is looked upon to die in a state of reprobation. To confirm this belief, they reason, that the end of the creation of woman, is to increase and multiply, and that she is only properly employed in the works of her calling, when she is bringing forth children, or taking care of them, which are all the virtues that God expects from her. And indeed, their way of life, which shuts them out of all public commerce, does not permit them any other. Our vulgar notion, that they don't own women to have any souls, is a mistake. 'Tis true they say, they are not of so elevated a kind, and therefore must
<pb n="125"/>
not hope to be admitted into the Paradise appointed for the men, who are to be entertained by celestial beauties. But there is a place of happiness destined for souls of the inferior order, where all good women are to be in eternal bliss. Many of them are very superstitious, and will not remain widows ten days, for fear of dying in the reprobate state of a useless creature. But those, that like their liberty, and are not slaves to their religion, content themselves with marrying when they are afraid of dying. This is a piece of theology, very different from that, which teaches nothing to be more acceptable to God, than a vow of perpetual virginity; which divinity is most rational, I leave you to determine.
</p>
<p>
I have already made some progress in a collection of Greek medals. Here are several professed antiquaries, who are ready to serve any body that desires them. But you cannot imagine how they stare in my face, when I enquire about them, as if no body was permitted to seek after medals, till they were grown a piece of antiquity themselves. I have got some very valuable ones of the Macedonian Kings, particularly one of PERSEUS, so lively, I fancy I can see all his ill qualities in his face. I have a Porphyry head finely cut, of the true Greek sculpture; but who is represents, is to be guessed at by the learned when I return. For you are not to suppose these antiquaries (who are all Greeks) know any thing. Their trade is only to sell; they have correspondents at Aleppo, Grand Cairo, in Arabia and Palestine, who send them all they can find, and very often great heaps, that are only fit to melt into pans and kettles. They get the best price they can for any of them, without knowing those that are valuable, from those that are not. Those that pretend to skill, generally find
<pb n="126"/>
Greek cities. One of them, shewing me the figure of a Pallas, with a victory in her hand on a reverse, assured me it was the Virgin holding a crucifix. The same man offered me the head of a Socrates, on a Sardonix; and to enhance the value, gave him the title of Saint Augustine. I have bespoke a mummy, which, I hope, will come safe to my hands, notwithstanding the misfortune that befel a very fine one, designed for the King of Sweden. He gave a great price for it, and the Turks took it into their heads, that he must have some considerable project depending upon it. They fancied it the body of God knows who, and that the state of their Empire mystically depended on the conservation of it. Some old prophecies were remembered upon this occasion, and the mummy committed prisoner to the Seven Towers, where it has remained under close confinement ever since. I dare not try my interest in so considerable a point, as the release of it; but I hope mine will pass without examination. I can tell you nothing more at present of this famous city. When I have looked a little about me, you shall hear from me again. I am, Sir,
</p>
<closer>
<signed>Yours, &amp;cc. &amp;cc.</signed>
</closer>
</div>
<div n="36" type="letter">
<pb n="127"/>
<head>LETTER XXXVI.</head>
<head>TO Mr. Pope.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Belgrade-Village,</placeName>
<date>June 17,</date>
O. S.
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I HOPE before this time, you have received two or three of my letters. I had yours but yesterday, though dated the third of February, in which you suppose me to be dead and buried. I have already let you know that I am still alive; but to say truth, I look upon my present circumstances to be exactly the same with those of departed spirits. The heats of Constantinople have driven me to this place, which perfectly answers the description of the Elysian fields. I am in the middle of a wood, consisting chiefly of fruit trees, watered by a vast number of fountains, famous for the excellency of their water, and divided into many shady walks, upon short grass, that seems to me artificial; but, I am assured, is the pure work of nature—within view of the Black-sea, from whence we perpetually enjoy the refreshment of cool breezes, that makes us insensible of the heat of the summer. The village is only inhabited by the richest amongst the Christians, who meet every night at a fountain, forty paces from my house, to sing and dance. The beauty and dress of the women, exactly resemble the ideas of the antient nymphs, as they are given us by the representations of the poets and painters. But what persuades me more fully of my decease, is the situation of my own mind, the profound ignorance I am in, of what passes among the living (which only comes to me by chance) and the
<pb n="128"/>
great calmness with which I receive it. Yet I have still a hankering after my friends and acquaintances left in the world, according to the authority of that admirable author,
<quote xml:lang="en">
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">That spirits departed are wonderous kind,</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">To friends and relations left behind,</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">Which no body can deny.</hi>
</l>
</quote>
Of which solemn truth I am a
    <hi rend="italic">dead</hi>
instance. I think
    <hi rend="italic">Virgil</hi>
is of the same opinion, that in human souls there will still be some remains of human passions:
    <quote xml:lang="en">
<l>
—
    <hi rend="italic">Curae non ipsae in morte relinquunt.</hi>
</l>
</quote>
And 'tis very necessary to make a perfect Elysium, that there should be a river
    <hi rend="italic">Lethe,</hi>
which I am not so happy as to find. To say truth, I am sometimes very weary of the singing and dancing, and sunshine, and wish for the smoke and impertinencies in which you toil; though I endeavour to persuade myself that I live in a more agreeable variety than you do; and that
    <hi rend="italic">Monday,</hi>
setting of partridges;
    <hi rend="italic">Tuesday,</hi>
reading English;
    <hi rend="italic">Wednesday,</hi>
studying in the Turkish language, (in which, by the way, I am already very learned;)
    <hi rend="italic">Thursday,</hi>
classical authors;
    <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi>
spent in writing;
    <hi rend="italic">Saturday,</hi>
at my needle, and
    <hi rend="italic">Sunday,</hi>
admitting of visits and hearing of music, is a better way of disposing of the week, than,
    <hi rend="italic">Monday</hi>
at the drawing-room;
    <hi rend="italic">Tuesday,</hi>
Lady Mohun's;
    <hi rend="italic">Wednesday,</hi>
at the opera;
    <hi rend="italic">Thursday,</hi>
the play;
    <hi rend="italic">Friday,</hi>
Mrs. Chetwynd's, &amp;cc. a perpetual round of hearing the same scandal, and seeing the same follies acted over and over, which here affect me no more than they do other dead people. I can now hear of displeasing things with pity and without indignation. The reflection
<pb n="129"/>
on the great gulph between you and me, cools all news that come hither. I can neither be sensibly touched with joy or grief, when I consider that, possibly, the cause of either is removed, before the letter comes to my hands. But (as I said before) this indolence does not extend to my few friendships; I am still warmly sensible of yours and Mr.
    <hi rend="italic">Congreve</hi>'s, and desire to live in your remembrance, though dead to all the world beside.
</p>
<closer>I am. &amp;cc. &amp;cc.</closer>
</div>
<div n="37" type="letter">
<head>LETTER XXXVII.</head>
<head>To the Lady—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Belgrade Village,</placeName>
<date>June 17,</date>
O. S.
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I HEARTILY beg your ladyship's pardon; but I really could nor forbear laughing heartily at your letter, and the commissions you are pleased to honour me with. You desire me to buy you a Greek slave, who is to be mistress of a thousand good qualities. The Greeks are
    <hi rend="italic">subjects</hi>
and not
    <hi rend="italic">slaves.</hi>
Those who are to be bought in that manner, are either such as are taken in war, or stolen by the Tartars, from Russia, Circassia or Georgia, and are such miserable awkward poor wretches, you would not think any of them fit to be your house maids. 'Tis true, that many thousands were taken in the
    <hi rend="italic">Morea;</hi>
but they have been most of them redeemed by the charitable contributions of the Christians, or ransomed by their own relations at Venice. The fine
<pb n="130"/>
slaves that wait upon the great ladies, or serve the pleasures of the great men, are all bought at the age of eight or nine years old, and educated with great care to accomplish them in singing, dancing, embroidery, &amp;cc, they are commonly
    <hi rend="italic">Circassians,</hi>
and their patron never sells them, except it is, as a punishment for some very great fault. If ever they grow weary of them, they either present them to a friend, or give them their freedom. Those that are exposed to sale at the markets, are always either guilty of some crime, or so entirely worthless, that they are of no use at all. I am afraid that you will doubt the truth of this account, which, I own, is very different from our common notions in England; but it is no less truth for all that.—Your whole letter is full of mistakes from one end to the other. I see you have taken your ideas of Turkey from that worthy author
    <hi rend="italic">Dumont,</hi>
who has writ with equal ignorance and confidence. 'Tis a particular pleasure to me here, to read the voyages to the Levant, which are generally so far removed from truth, and so full of absurdities, I am very well diverted with them. They never fail giving you an account of the women, whom, 'tis certain, they never saw; and talking very wisely of the genius of the men, into whose company they are never admittted; and very often describe
    <hi rend="italic">Mosques,</hi>
which they dared not even peep into. The Turks are very proud, and will not converse with a stranger they are not assured is considerable in his own country. I speak of the men of distinction; for, as to the ordinary fellows, you may imagine what ideas their conversation can give of the general genius of the people.
</p>
<p>
As to the balm of
    <hi rend="italic">Mecca,</hi>
I will certainly send you some; but it is not so easily got as you suppose it, and I cannot in conscience advise you to make use of it. I
<pb n="131"/>
know not how it comes to have such universal applause. All the Ladies of my acquaintance at London and Vienna, have begged me to send pots of it to them. I have had a present of a small quantity (which I'll assure you is very valuable) of the best sort, and with great joy applied it to my face, expecting some wonderful effect to my advantage. The next morning the change, indeed, was wonderful; my face was swelled to a very extraordinary size, and all over as red as my Lady H—'s. It remained in this lamentable state three days, during which you may be sure I passed my time very ill. I believed it would never be otherwise; and to add to my mortification, Mr. W—y reproached my indiscretion without ceasing. However my face is since in
    <hi rend="italic">statu quo;</hi>
nay, I am told by the ladies here, that 'tis much mended by the operation, which I confess I cannot perceive in my looking glass. Indeed, if one was to form an opinion of this balm from their faces, one should think very well of it. They all make use of it, and have the loveliest bloom in the world. For my part, I never intend to endure the pain of it again; let my complexion take its natural course, and decay in its own due time. I have very little esteem for medicines of this nature; but do as you please, Madam; only remember, before you use it, that your face will not be such as you will care to shew in the drawing room for some days after. If one was to believe the women in this country, there is a surer way of making one's self beloved, than by becoming handsome, though you know that's our method. But they pretend to the knowledge of secrets, that, by way of enchantment, give them the entire empire over whom they please. For me, who am not very apt to believe in wonders, I cannot find faith for this. I disputed the point last night with a lady, this
<pb n="132"/>
who really talks very sensibly on any other subject: but she was downright angry with me, in that she did not perceive she had persuaded me of the truth of forty stories she told me of this kind; and, at last, mentioned several ridiculous marriages, that there could be no other reason assigned for. I assured her, that in England, where we were entirely ignorant of all magick, where the climate is not half so warm, nor the women half so handsome, we were not without our ridiculous marriages; and that we did not look upon it, as any thing supernatural, when a man played the fool for the sake of a woman. But my arguments could not convince her against (as she said) her certain knowledge. To this she added, that she scrupled making use of
    <hi rend="italic">charms</hi>
herself; but that she could do it whenever she pleased; and staring me in my face, said, (with a very learned air) that no enchantments would have their effects upon me, and that there were some people exempt from their power, but very few. You may imagine how I laughed at this discourse: but all the women are of the same opinion. They don't pretend to any commerce with the devil, but only that there are certain compositions adapted to inspire love. If one could send over a ship-load of them, I fancy it would be a very quick way of raising an estate. What would not some ladies of our acquaintance give for such merchandize? Adieu, my dear lady—I cannot conclude my letter with a subject that affords more delightful scenes to the imagination. I leave you to figure to yourself, the extreme court that will be made to me, at my return, if my travels should furnish me such a useful piece of learning. I am, dear Madam,
</p>
<closer>
<signed>Your, &amp;cc. &amp;cc.</signed>
</closer>
</div>
<div n="38" type="letter">
<pb n="133"/>
<head>LETTER XXXVIII.</head>
<head>To Mrs. T—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Pera of Constantinople,</placeName>
<date>Jan. 4, O. S.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I AM infinitely obliged to you, dear Mrs. T—for your entertaining letter. You are the only one of my correspondents that have judged right enough, to think I would gladly be informed of the news amongst you. All the rest of them tell me (almost in the same words) that they suppose I know every thing. Why they are pleased to suppose in this manner, I can guess no reason, except they are persuaded that the breed of
    <hi rend="italic">Mahomet</hi>
's pigeon still subsists in this country, and that I receive supernatural intelligence. I wish I could return your goodness with some diverting accounts from hence. But I know not what part of the scenes here would gratify your curiosity, or whether you have any curiosity at all, for things so far distant. To say the truth, I am, at this present writing, not very much turned for the recollection of what is diverting, my head being wholly filled with the preparations necessary for the increase of my family, which I expect every day. You may easily guess at my uneasy situation. But I am, however, comforted in some degree, by the glory that accrues to me from it, and a reflection on the contempt I should otherwise fall under. You won't know what to make of this speech: but, in this country, 'tis more despicable to be married and not fruitful, than 'tis with us to be fruitful before marriage. They have a notion, that whenever a woman leaves off bringing forth children,
<pb n="134"/>
'tis because she is too old for that business, whatever her face says to the contrary. This opinion makes the ladies here so ready to make proofs of their youth, (which is as necessary in order to be a
    <hi rend="italic">received beauty,</hi>
as it is to shew the proofs of nobility, to be admitted
    <hi rend="italic">Knights of Malta</hi>) that they do not content themselves with using the natural means, but fly to all sorts of quackeries to avoid the scandal of being past child-bearing, and often kill themselves by them. Without any exaggeration, all the women of my acquaintance have twelve or thirteen children; and the old ones boast of having had five and twenty or thirty a-piece, and are respected according to the number they have produced.—When they are with child, 'tis their common expression to say,
    <hi rend="italic">They hope God will be so merciful as to send them two this time;</hi>
and when I have asked them sometimes, how they expected to provide for such a flock as they desire? They answer, that the plague will certainly kill half of them; which, indeed, generally happens without much concern to the parents, who are satisfied with the vanity of having brought forth so plentifully. The French Ambassadress is forced to comply with this fashion as well as myself. She has not been here much above a year, and has lain in once, and is big again. What is most wonderful, is, the exemption they seem to enjoy from the curse entailed on the sex. They see all company the day of their delivery, and at the fortnight's end, return visits, set out in their jewels and new clothes. I wish I may find the influence of the climate in this particular. But I fear I shall continue an English woman in that affair, as well as I do in my dread of fire and plague, which are two things very little feared here. Most families have had their houses burnt down once or twice, occasioned by their
<pb n="135"/>
extraordinary way of warming themselves, which is neither by chimnies nor stoves, but by a certain machine called a
    <hi rend="italic">Tendour,</hi>
the height of two foot, in the form of a table, covered with a fine carpet or embroidery. This is made only of wood, and they put into it a small quantity of hot ashes, and sit with their legs under the carpet. At this table they work, read, and, very often, sleep; and if they chance to dream, kick down the
    <hi rend="italic">Tendour,</hi>
and the hot ashes commonly set the house on fire. There were five hundred houses burnt in this manner about a fortnight ago, and I have seen several of the owners since, who seem not at all moved at so common a misfortune. They put their goods into a
    <hi rend="italic">Bark,</hi>
and see their houses burn with great philosophy, their persons being very seldom endangered, having no stairs to descend.
</p>
<p>
But having entertained you with things I don't like, 'tis but just I should tell you something what pleases me. The climate is delightful in the extremest degree. I am now sitting, this present fourth of January, with the windows open, enjoying the warm shine of the Sun, while you are freezing over a sad sea-coal fire; and my chamber is set out with carnations, roses, and jonquils, fresh from my garden. I am also charmed with many points of the Turkish law, to our shame be it spoken, better designed, and better executed than ours; particularly, the punishment of convicted liars (triumphant criminals in our country God knows:) They are burnt in the forehead with a hot iron, when they are proved the authors of any notorious falsehoods. How many white foreheads should we see disfigured? How many fine gentlemen would be forced to wear their wigs as low as their eye-brows, were this law in practice with us? I should go on to tell you many other parts of justice, but I must send for my midwife.
</p>
</div>
<div n="39" type="letter">
<pb n="136"/>
<head>LETTER XXXIX.</head>
<head>To the Countess of—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Pera of Constantinople,</placeName>
<date>March 10, O. S.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I HAVE not written to you, dear sister, these many months—a great piece of self-denial. But But I know not where to direct, or what part of the world you are in. I have received no letter from you since that short note of April last, in which you tell me, that you are on the point of leaving England, and promise me a direction for the place you stay in; but I have, in vain, expected it till now, and now I only learn from the Gazette, that you are returned, which induces me to venture this letter to your house at London. I had rather ten of my letters should be lost, than you imagine I don't write; and I think it is hard fortune, if one in ten don't reach you. However, I am resolved to keep the copies, as testimonies of my inclination to give you, to the utmost of my power, all the diverting part of my travels, while you are exempt from all the fatigues and inconveniencies.
</p>
<p>
    In the first place then, I wish you joy of your niece; for I was brought to bed of a <ref target="daughter_" corresp="daughter">daughter</ref>
<note xml:id="daughter" target="daughter_" type="authorial">The present Countess of Bute.</note>
five weeks ago. I don't mention this as one of my diverting adventures; though I must own, that it is not half so mortifying here as in England; there being as much difference, as there is between a little cold in the head, which sometimes happens here, and the consumption coughs so common in London. No
<pb n="137"/>
body keeps their house a month for lying in; and I am not so fond of any of our customs, as to retain them when they are not necessary. I returned my visits at three weeks end, and about four days ago crossed the sea, which divides this place from Constantinople, to make a new one, where I had the good fortune to pick up many curiosities. I went to see the Sultana
    <hi rend="italic">
Hafiten,
</hi>
favourite of the late Emperor Mustapha, who, you know, (or perhaps you don't know) was deposed by his brother, the reigning Sultan, and died a few weeks after, being poisoned, as it was generally believed. This lady was, immediately after his death, saluted with an absolute order to leave the Seraglio, and choose herself a husband among the great men at the Porte. I suppose you may imagine her overjoyed, at this proposal—Quite the contrary.—These women, who are called and esteem themselves Queens, look upon this liberty, as the greatest disgrace and affront that can happen to them. She threw herself at the Sultan's feet, and begged him to poignard her, rather than use her brother's widow with that contempt. She represented to him, in agonies of sorrow, that she was privileged from this misfortune, by having brought five princes into the Ottoman family; but all the boys being dead, and only one girl surviving, this excuse was not received, and she was compelled to make her choice. She chose
    <hi rend="italic">Bekir Effendi,</hi>
then secretary of state, and above four-score years old, to convince the world that she firmly intended to keep the vow she had made, of never suffering a second husband to approach her bed; and since she must honour some subject so far, as to be called his wife, she would choose him, as a mark of her gratitude, since it was he that had presented her at the age of ten
<pb n="138"/>
years to her last lord. But she never permitted him to pay her one visit; though it is now fifteen years she has been in his house, where she passes her time in uninterrupted mourning, with a constancy very little known in Christendom, especially in a widow of one and twenty, for she is now but thirty-six. She has no black Eunuchs for her guard, her husband being obliged to respect her as a Queen, and not to inquire, at all, into what is done in her apartment.
</p>
<p>
I was led into a large room, with a Sofa the whole length of it, adorned with white marble pillars like a
    <hi rend="italic">Ruelle,</hi>
covered with pale blew figured velvet, on a silver ground, with cushions of the same, where I was desired to repose till the Sultana appeared, who had contrived this manner of reception to avoid rising up at my entrance, though she made me an inclination of her head, when I rose up to her. I was very glad to observe a lady that had been distinguished by the favour of an Emperor, to whom beauties were every day, presented from all parts of the world. But she did not seem to me to have ever been half so beautiful as the fair
    <hi rend="italic">Fatima</hi>
I saw at Adrianople; though she had the remains of a fine face, more decayed by sorrow than time. But her dress was something so surprisingly rich, that I cannot forbear describing it to you. She wore a vest called
    <hi rend="italic">Dualma,</hi>
which differs from a Caftan by longer sleeves, and folding over at the bottom. It was of purple cloth, strait to her shape, and thick set, on each side down to her feet and round the sleeves, with pearls of the best water, of the same size as their buttons commonly are. You must not suppose that I mean as large as those of my Lord—, but about the bigness of a pea; and to these buttons, large loops of diamonds, in the form of those gold loops, so common on birthday
<pb n="139"/>
day coats. This habit was tied, at the waist, with two large tassels of smaller pearls, and round the arms embroidered with large diamonds. Her shift was fastned, at the bottom, with a great diamond, shaped like a lozenge; her girdle, as broad as the broadest English ribband, entirely covered with diamonds. Round her neck she wore three chains, which reached to her knees; one of large pearl, at the bottom of which hung a fine coloured emerald as big as a turkey-egg; another, consisting of two hundred emeralds, close joined together, of the most lively green, perfectly matched, every one as large as a half-crown piece, and as thick as three crown pieces, and another of small emeralds perfectly round. But her ear-rings eclipsed all the rest. They were two diamonds shaped exactly like pears, as large as a big hazle-nut. Round her
    <hi rend="italic">Talpoche</hi>
she had four strings of pearl—the whitest and most perfect in the world, at least enough to make four necklaces, every one as large as the Duchess of Marlborough's, and of the same shape, fastened with two roses, consisting of a large ruby for the middle stone, and round them twenty drops of clean diamonds to each. Besides this, her headdress was covered with bodkins of emeralds and diamonds. She wore large diamond bracelets, and had five rings on her fingers (except Mr. Pitt's) the largest I ever saw in my life. 'Tis for jewellers to compute the value of these things; but, according to the common estimation of jewels in our part of the world, her whole dress must be worth a hundred thousand pounds sterling. This I am sure of, that no European Queen has half the quantity, and the Empress's jewels, though very fine, would look very mean near hers. She gave me a dinner of fifty dishes of meat, which (after their fashion) were placed
<pb n="140"/>
on the table but one at a time, and was extremely tedious. But the magnificence of her table answered very well to that of her dress. The knives were of gold, and the hafts set with diamonds. But the piece of luxury which grieved my eyes, was the table-cloth and napkins, which were all tiffany embroidered with silk and gold, in the finest manner, in natural flowers. It was with the utmost regret that I made use of these costly napkins, which were as finely wrought as the finest handkerchiefs that ever came out of this country. You may be sure, that they were entirely spoiled before dinner was over. The
    <hi rend="italic">sherbet</hi>
(which is the liquor they drink at meals) was served in china bowls; but the covers and salvers massy gold. After dinner, water was brought in gold basons, and towels of the same kind with the napkins, which I very unwillingly wiped my hands upon, and coffee was served in china with gold
    <ref target="Soucoups_" corresp="Spoucoups">
                                <hi rend="italic">Soucoups</hi>
                            </ref>
<note xml:id="Soucoups" target="Soucoups_" type="authorial">Saucers.</note>
</p>
<p>
The Sultana seemed in a very good humour, and talked to me with the utmost civility. I did not omit this opportunity of learning all that I possibly could of the
    <hi rend="italic">Seraglio,</hi>
which is so entirely unknown amongst us. She assured me that the story of the Sultan's
    <hi rend="italic">throwing a handkerchief,</hi>
is altogether fabulous; and the manner, upon that occasion, is no other than this: He sends the
    <hi rend="italic">
Kyshir Aga,
</hi>
to signify to the lady the honour he intends her. She is immediately complimented upon it by the others, and led to the bath, where she is perfumed and dressed in the most magnificent and becoming manner. The Emperor precedes his visit by a royal present, and then comes into her apartment: neither is there any such thing
<pb n="141"/>
as her creeping in at the bed's foot. She said, that the first he made choice of, was always after the first in rank, and not the mother of the eldest son, as other writers would make us believe. Sometimes the Sultan diverts himself in the company of all his ladies who stand in a circle round him. And she confessed, they were ready to die with envy and jealousy of the
    <hi rend="italic">happy she,</hi>
that he distingushed by any appearance of preference. But this seemed to me neither better nor worse than the circles in most courts, where the glance of the monarch is watched, and every smile is waited for with impatience, and envied by those who cannot obtain it.
</p>
<p>
She never mentioned the Sultan without tears in her eyes, yet she seemed very fond of the discourse. My past happiness,
<hi rend="italic">said she,</hi>
appears a dream to me. Yet I cannot forget that I was beloved by the greatest and most lovely of mankind. I was chosen from all the rest, to make all his campaigns with him; and I would not survive him, if I was not passionately fond of the Princess my daughter. Yet all my tenderness for her was hardly enough to make me preserve my life. When I left him, I passed a whole twelve-month without seeing the light. Time has softened my despair; yet I now pass some days every week in tears, devoted to the memory of my Sultan.
There was no affectation in these words. It was easy to see she was in a deep melancholy, though her good humour made her willing to divert me.
</p>
<p>
She asked me to walk in her garden, and one of her slaves immediately brought her a
    <hi rend="italic">Pellice</hi>
of rich brocade lined with sables. I waited on her into the garden, which had nothing in it remarkable but the fountains; and from thence, she shewed me all her
<pb n="142"/>
apartments. In her bed-chamber, her toilet was displayed, consisting of two looking glasses, the frames covered with pearls, and her night
    <hi rend="italic">Talpoche</hi>
set with bodkins of jewels, and near it three vests of fine fables, every one of which is at least worth a thousand dollars (two hundred pounds English money.) I don't doubt but these rich habits were purposely placed in sight, though they seemed negligently thrown on the Sofa. When I took my leave of her, I was complimented with perfumes as at the Grand Vizier's, and presented with a very fine embroidered handkerchief. Her slaves were to the number of thirty, besides ten little ones, the eldest not above seven years old. These were the most beautiful girls I ever saw, all richly dressed; and I observed that the Sultana took a great deal of pleasure in these lovely children, which is a vast expence; for there is not a handsome girl of that age, to be bought under a hundred pounds sterling. They wore little garlands of flowers, and their own hair, braided, which was all their head-dress; but their habits were all of gold stuffs. These served her coffee kneeling; brought water when she washed, &amp;cc.—'Tis a great part of the business of the older slaves to take care of these young girls, to learn them to embroider, and to serve them as carefully as if they were children of the family. Now do you imagine I have entertained you, all this while, with a relation that has, at least, received many embellishments from my hand? This, you will say, is but too like the Arabian Tales—These embroidered napkins! and a jewel as large as a turkey's egg?—You forget, dear sister, those very tales were written by an author of this country, and (excepting the enchantments) are a real representation of the manners here. We travellers are in
<pb n="143"/>
very hard circumstances. If we say nothing but what has been said before us,
    <hi rend="italic">we are dull, and we have observed nothing.</hi>
If we tell any thing new, we are laughed at as
    <hi rend="italic">fabulous and romantic,</hi>
not allowing either for the difference of ranks, which afford difference of company, or more curiosity, or the change of customs that happen every twenty years in every country. But the truth is, people judge of travellers, exactly with the same candour, good nature, and impartiality, they judge of their neighbours upon all occasions. For my part, if I live to return amongst you, I am so well acquainted with the morals of all my dear friends and acquaintances, that I am resolved to tell them nothing at all, to avoid the imputation (which their charity would certainly incline them to) of my telling too much. But I depend upon your knowing me enough, to believe whatever I seriously assert for truth; though I give you leave to be surprised at an account so new to you. But what would you say, if I told you, that I have been in a
    <hi rend="italic">Haram,</hi>
where the winter apartment was wainscotted with inlaid work of mother of pearl, ivory of different colours, and olive wood, exactly like the little boxes, you have seen brought out of this country; and in whose rooms designed for summer, the walls are all crusted with Japan china, the roofs gilt, and the floors spread with the finest Persian carpets? Yet there is nothing more true; such is the palace of my lovely friend, the fair
    <hi rend="italic">Fatima,</hi>
whom I was acquainted with at
    <hi rend="italic">Adrianople.</hi>
I went to visit her yesterday; and if possible, she appeared to me handsomer than before. She met me at the door of her chamber, and, giving me her hand with the best grace in the world; You Christian ladies (said she with a smile, that made her as beautiful as an angel) have the reputation
<pb n="144"/>
of inconstancy, and I did not expect, whatever goodness you expressed for me at Adrianople, that I should ever see you again. But I am now convinced that I have really the happiness of pleasing you; and if you knew how I speak of you amongst our ladies, you would be assured, that you do me justice in making me your friend. She placed me in the corner of the Sofa, and I spent the afternoon in her conversation, with the greatest pleasure in the world.—The Sultana
    <hi rend="italic">Hafifien,</hi>
is what one would naturally expect to find a Turkish lady, willing to oblige, but not knowing how to go about it; and 'tis easy to see in her manner, that she has lived excluded from the world. But
    <hi rend="italic">Fatima</hi>
has all the politeness and good breeding of a court, with an air that inspires at once, respect and tenderness; and now that I understand her language, I find her wit as agreeable as her beauty. She is very curious after the manners of other countries, and has not the partiality for her own, so common to little minds. A Greek that I carried with me, who had never seen her before (nor could have been admitted now, if she had not been admitted in my train) shewed that surprise at her beauty and manner, which is unavoidable at the first, sight, and said to me in Italian,—
    <hi rend="italic">"This is no Turkish lady, she is certainly some Christian."—Fatima</hi>
guessed she spoke of her, and asked what she said; I would not have told her, thinking she would have been no better pleased with the compliment, than one of our court beauties to be told, she had the air of a Turk. But the Greek lady told it to her, and she smiled, saying,
    <hi rend="italic">
It is not the first time I have heard so; my mother was a Polozene taken at the siege of Caminiec; and my father used to rally me, saying, he believed his Christian wife had found some
<pb n="145"/>
Christian gallant; for that I had not the air of a Turkish girl.
</hi>
—I assured her, that if all the Turkish ladies were like her, it was absolutely necessary to confine them from public view for the repose of mankind; and proceeded to tell her, what a noise such a face as hers would make in London or Paris.
    <hi rend="italic">I can't believe you,</hi>
replied she agreeably;
    <hi rend="italic">if beauty was so much valued in your country, as you say, they would never have suffered you to leave it.</hi>
—Perhaps, dear sister, you laugh at my vanity in repeating this compliment, but I only do it, as I think it very well turned, and give it you as an instance of the spirit of her conversation. Her house was magnificently furnished, and very well fancied; her winter rooms being furnished with figured velvet on gold grounds, and, those for summer, with fine Indian quilting embroidered with gold. The houses of the great Turkish ladies are kept clean with as much nicety as those in Holland. This was situated in a high part of the town; and from the window of her summer apartment we had the prospect of the sea, the islands and the Asian mountains,—My letter is insensibly grown so long, I am ashamed of it. This is a very bad symptom. 'Tis well if I don't degenerate into a down right story-teller. It may be, our proverb, that
    <hi rend="italic">knowledge is no burden,</hi>
may be true, as to one's self; but knowing too much, is very apt to make us troublesome to other people.
</p>
<closer>I am, &amp;cc. &amp;cc.</closer>
</div>
<div n="40" type="letter">
<pb n="146"/>
<head>LETTER XL.</head>
<head>To the Lady—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Pera,</placeName>
<date>March 16, O. S.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I AM extremely pleased, my dear lady, that you have, at length, found a commission for me, that I can answer without disappointing your expectations; though I must tell you, that it is not so easy as perhaps you think it; and that, if my curiosity had not been more diligent than any other stranger's has ever yet been, I must have answered you with an excuse, as I was forced to do, when you desired me to buy you a Greek slave. I have got for you, as you desire, a Turkish love-letter, which I have put into a little box, and ordered the captain of the
    <hi rend="italic">Smyrniote</hi>
to deliver it to you with this letter. The translation of it is literally as follows: The first piece you should pull out of the purse, is a little Pearl, which is in Turkish called
    <hi rend="italic">Ingi,</hi>
and must be understood in this manner:
</p>
<list>
<item>Ingi,</item>
<item>Sensin Uzellerin gingi</item>
<item>Pearl,</item>
<item>
    <hi rend="italic">Fairest of the young.</hi>
</item>
</list>
<list>
<item>Caremfil,</item>
<item>Caremfilsem cararen yōk</item>
<item>Clove,</item>
</list>
<list>
<item>Congē gulsum timarin yōk</item>
<item>Benseny chok than severim</item>
<item>Senin benden, haberin yōk</item>
<item>
    <hi rend="italic">You are as slender as this clove!</hi>
</item>
<item>
    <hi rend="italic">You are an unblown rose!</hi>
</item>
<item>
<hi>I have long loved you, and you have not known it!</hi>
</item>
</list>
<list>
<item>Pul,</item>
<item>Derdime derman bul</item>
<item>Jonquil,</item>
<item>
<hi>Have pity on my passion!</hi>
</item>
</list>
<list>
<pb n="147"/>
<item>Kihat,</item>
<item>Birlerum sahāt sahāt</item>
<item>Paper,</item>
<item>
    <hi rend="italic">I faint every hour!</hi>
</item>
</list>
<list>
<item>Ermŭ,</item>
<item>Ver bizé bir umut</item>
<item>Pear,</item>
<item>
<hi>Give me some hope.</hi>
</item>
</list>
<list>
<item>Jabun,</item>
<item>
Derdinden oldum zabūn
</item>
<item>Soap,</item>
<item>
<hi>I am sick with love.</hi>
</item>
</list>
<list>
<item>Chemur,</item>
<item>
Ben Oliyim size umur
</item>
<item>Coal,</item>
<item>
<hi>May I die, and all my years be yours!</hi>
</item>
</list>
<list>
<item>Gul,</item>
<item>Ben aglarum sen gul</item>
<item>A rose,</item>
<item>
<hi>May you be pleased, and your sorrows mine!</hi>
</item>
</list>
<list>
<item>Hasir,</item>
<item>Oliim sana yazir</item>
<item>A straw,</item>
<item>
<hi>Suffer me to be your slave.</hi>
</item>
</list>
<list>
<item>Jó hó</item>
<item>Ustunē bulunmāz pahū</item>
<item>Cloth,</item>
<item>
<hi>Your price is not to be found.</hi>
</item>
</list>
<list>
<item>Tartsin,</item>
<item>
Sen ghel ben chekeim senin hargin
</item>
<item>Cinnamon,</item>
<item>
<hi>But my fortune is yours.</hi>
</item>
</list>
<list>
<item>Girō,</item>
<item>Esking-ilen oldum ghirā</item>
<item>A match,</item>
<item>
<hi>I burn, I burn! my flame consumes me!</hi>
</item>
</list>
<list>
<item>Sirma,</item>
<item>Uzunu benden ā yirmā</item>
<item>Goldthread,</item>
<item>
<hi>Don't turn away your face.</hi>
</item>
</list>
<list>
<item>Satch,</item>
<item>Bazmazun tatch</item>
<item>Hair,</item>
<item>
<hi>Crown of my head!</hi>
</item>
</list>
<list>
<item>Uzum,</item>
<item>Benīm iki Cuzum</item>
<item>Grape,</item>
<item>
<hi>My eyes!</hi>
</item>
</list>
<list>
<item>Til,</item>
<item>Ulugorum tez ghel</item>
<item>Gold-wire,</item>
<item>
<hi>I die—come quickly.</hi>
</item>
</list>
<p>And by way of postscript:</p>
<list>
<item>Beber,</item>
<item>Bize bir dogm haber</item>
<item>Pepper,</item>
<item>
<hi>Send me an answer.</hi>
</item>
</list>
<p>
<pb n="148"/>
You see this letter is all in verse, and I can assure you, there is as much fancy shewn in the choice of them, as in the most studied expressions, of our letters; there being, I believe, a million of verses designed for this use. There is no colour, no flower, no weed, no fruit, herb, pebble, or feather, that has not a verse belonging to it; and you may quarrel, reproach, or send letters of passion, friendship, or civility, or even of news, without ever inking your fingers.
</p>
<p>
I fancy you are now wondering at my profound learning; but alas, dear madam, I am almost fallen into the misfortune so common to the ambitious; while they are employed on distant insignificant conquests abroad, a rebellion starts up at home;—I am in great danger of losing my English. I find 'tis not half so easy to me to write in it, as it was a twelvemonth ago. I am forced to study for expressions, and must leave off all other languages, and try to learn my mother tongue.—Human understanding is as much limited as human power, or human strength. The memory can retain but a certain number of images; and 'tis as impossible for one human creature to be perfect master of ten different languages, as to have, in perfect subjection, ten different kingdoms, or to fight against ten men at a time. I am afraid I shall at last know none as I should do. I live in a place, that very well represents the Tower of Babel; in Pera they speak
    <hi rend="italic">
Turkish Greek, Hebrew, Armenian, Arabic, Persian, Russian, Sclavonian, Walachian, German, Dutch, French, English, Italian, Hungarian;
</hi>
and what is worse, there are ten of these languages spoken in my own family. My grooms are
    <hi rend="italic">Arabs,</hi>
my footmen
    <hi rend="italic">French, English,</hi>
and
    <hi rend="italic">Germans;</hi>
my nurse an
    <hi rend="italic">Armenian;</hi>
my house maids
<pb n="149"/>
    <hi rend="italic">Russians;</hi>
half a dozen other servants
    <hi rend="italic">Greeks;</hi>
my steward an
    <hi rend="italic">Italian;</hi>
my Janizaries
    <hi rend="italic">Turks;</hi>
so that I live in perpetual hearing of this medley of sounds, which produces a very extraordinary effect upon the people that are born here; for they learn all these languages at the same time, and without knowing any of them well enough to write or read in it. There are very few men, women, or even children here, that have not the same compass of words in five or six of them. I know, myself, several infants of three or four years old, that speak Italian, French, Greek, Turkish, and Russian, which last they learn of their nurses, who are generally of that country. This seems almost incredible to you, and is, in my mind, one of the most curious things in this country, and takes off very much from the merit of our ladies, who set up for such extraordinary geniuses upon the credit of some superficial knowledge of French and Italian.
</p>
<p>As I prefer English to all the rest, I am extremely mortified at the daily decay of it in my head, where, I'll assure you (with grief of heart) it is reduced to such a small number of words, I cannot recollect any tolerable phrase to conclude my letter with, and am forced to tell your ladyship very bluntly, that I am</p>
<closer>
<signed>Your faithful humble servant.</signed>
</closer>
</div>
<div n="41" type="letter">
<pb n="150"/>
<head>LETTER XLI. To the Countess of B—.</head>
<p>
AT length I have heard from my dear lady B—, for the first time. I am persuaded you have had the goodness to write before, but I have had the ill fortune to lose your letters. Since my last, I have stayed quietly at Constantinople, a city that I ought in conscience to give your ladyship a right notion of, since I know you can have none but what is partial and mistaken from the writings of travellers. 'Tis certain, there are many people that pass years here in
    <hi rend="italic">Pera,</hi>
without having ever seen it, and yet they all pretend to describe it,
    <hi rend="italic">Tophana,</hi>
and
    <hi rend="italic">Galata,</hi>
wholly inhabited by French-Christians (and which, together, make the appearance of a very fine town) are divided from it by the sea, which is not above half so broad as the broadest part of the Thames; but the Christian men are loath to hazard the adventures they sometimes meet with amongst the
    <hi rend="italic">Levents</hi>
or Seamen (worse monsters than our watermen) and the women must cover their faces to go there, which they have á perfect aversion to do. 'Tis true, they wear veils in Pera, but they are such as only serve to shew their beauty to more advantage, and would not be permitted in Constantinople. These reasons deter almost every creature from seeing it; and the French Ambassadress will return to France (I believe) without ever having been there. You'll wonder, madam, to hear me add, that I have been there very often. The
    <hi rend="italic">Asmack,</hi>
or Turkish veil, is become not only very easy, but agreeable to me; and if it was not, I would be content to endure some inconveniency to
<pb n="151"/>
gratify a passion that is become so powerful with me, as curiosity. And indeed, the pleasure of going in a barge to Chelsea, is not comparable to that of rowing upon the canal of the sea here, where for twenty miles together down the
    <hi rend="italic">Bosphorus,</hi>
the most beautiful variety of prospects present themselves. The Asian side is covered with fruit trees, villages, and the most delightful landskips in nature; on the European, stands Constantinople, situated on seven hills.—The unequal heights make it seem as large again as it is (tho' one of the largest cities in the world) shewing an agreeable mixture of gardens, pine and cypress trees, palaces, mosques, and public buildings, raised one above another, with as much beauty and appearance of symmetry as your ladyship ever saw in a cabinet adorned by the most skilful hands, where jars shew themselves above jars, mixed with canisters, babies, and candlesticks. This is a very odd comparison; but it gives me an exact idea of the thing. I have taken care to see as much of the Seraglio as is to be seen. It is on a point of land running into the sea; a palace of prodigious extent, but very irregular. The gardens take in a large compass of ground, full of high cypress trees, which is all I know of them. The buildings are all of white stone, headed on top, with gilded turrets and spires, which look very magnificent; and indeed, I believe there is no Christian King's palace half so large. There are six large courts in it, all built round and set with trees, having galleries of stone; one of those for the guard, another for the slaves, another for the officers of the kitchen, another for the stables, the fifth for the Divan, and the sixth for the apartment destined for audiences. On the ladies side there are, at least, as many more, with
<pb n="152"/>
distinct courts belonging to their eunuchs and attendants, their kitchens, &amp;cc.
</p>
<p>
The next remarkable structure is that of St.
    <hi rend="italic">Sophia,</hi>
which 'tis very difficult to see. I was forced to send three times to the
    <hi rend="italic">Caimaicam,</hi>
(the Governor of the Town) and he assembled the chief
    <hi rend="italic">Effendi'</hi>s or heads of the law, and inquired of the
    <hi rend="italic">Mufti,</hi>
whether it was lawful to permit it. They passed some days in this important debate; but, I insisting on my request, permission was granted. I can't be informed why the Turks are more delicate on the subject of this Mosque, than on any of the others, where, what Christian pleases may enter without scruple. I fancy they imagine that, having been once consecrated, people, on pretence of curiosity, might profane it with prayers, particularly to those Saints, who are still very visible in Mosiaic work, and no other way defaced but by the decays of time; for it is absolutely false tho' so universally asserted, that the Turks defaced all the images that they found in the city. The dome of St.
    <hi rend="italic">Sophia</hi>
is said to be one hundred and thirteen foot diameter, built upon arches, sustained by vast pillars of marble, the pavement and stair-case marble. There are two rows of galleries supported with pillars of parti-coloured marble and the whole roof mosaic work, part of which decays very fast, and drops down. They presented me a handful of it; the composition seems to me a sort of glass, or that paste with which they make counterfeit jewels. They shew here the tomb of the Emperor
    <hi rend="italic">Constantine,</hi>
for which they have a great veneration.
</p>
<p>
This is a dull imperfect description of this celebrated building; but I understand architecture so little, that I am afraid of talking nonsense in endeavouring to speak of it particularly. Perhaps I am in the
<pb n="153"/>
wrong, but some Turkish Mosques please me better. That of Sultan
    <hi rend="italic">Solyman</hi>
is an exact square, with four fine towers in the angles; in the midst is a noble
    <hi rend="italic">Cupola</hi>
supported with beautiful marble pillars; two lesser at the ends, supported in the same manner; the pavement and gallery round the Mosque, of marble; under the great cupola is a fountain adorned with such fine coloured pillars, that I can hardly think them natural marble; on the one side is the pulpit of white marble, and on the other the little gallery for the Grand Signior. A fine stair-case leads to it, and it is built up with gilded lattices. At the upper end is a sort of altar, where the name of God is written; and, before it, stand two candlesticks, as high as a man, with wax candles as thick as three flambeaux. The pavement is spread with fine carpets, and the Mosque illuminated with a vast number of lamps. The court leading to it is very spacious, with galleries of marble of green columns, covered with twenty-eight leaded cupola's on two sides, and a fine fountain of basons in the midst of it.
</p>
<p>
This description may serve for all the Mosques in Constantinople. The model is exactly the same, and they only differ in largeness and richness of materials. That of the Sultana VALIDA is the largest of all, built entirely of marble, the most prodigious, and I think the most beautiful structure I ever saw, be it spoke to the honour of our sex, for it was founded by the mother of MAHOMET the fourth. Between friends,
    <hi rend="italic">Paul's Church</hi>
would make a pitiful figure near it; as any of our squares would do, near the
    <hi rend="italic">Atlerdan,</hi>
    or place of horses, (<hi rend="italic">at</hi>
signifying a horse in Turkish.) This was the
    <hi rend="italic">Hippodrome,</hi>
in the reign of the Greek Emperors. In the midst of it is a brazen column of three serpents twisted together,
<pb n="154"/>
with their mouths gaping. 'Tis impossible to learn why so odd a pillar was erected; the Greeks can tell nothing but fabulous legends when they are asked the meaning of it, and there is no sign of its having ever had any inscription. At the upper end is an obelisk of porphyry, probably brought from Egypt, the hieroglyphicks all very entire, which I look upon as mere antient puns. It is placed on four little brazen pillars, upon a pedestal of square free stone, full of figures in bas-relief on two sides; one square representing a battle, another an assembly. The others having inscriptions in Greek and Latin; the last I took in my pocket-book, and it is as follows.
<quote xml:lang="Latin">
<l>
<hi>Difficilis quondam, Dominis parere Serenis</hi>
</l>
<l>
<hi>Jussus, et extinctis palmam portare Tyrannis</hi>
</l>
<l>
<hi>Omnia Theodosio cedunt, sobolique perenni.</hi>
</l>
</quote>
Your Lord will interpret these lines. Don't fancy they they are a love-letter to him.
</p>
<p>
All the figures have their heads on; and I cannot forbear reflecting again on the impudence of authors, who all say they have not; but I dare swear the greatest part of them never saw them; but took the report from the Greeks, who resist, with incredible fortitude, the conviction of their own eyes, whenever they have invented lies to the dishonour of their enemies. Were you to believe them, there is nothing worth seeing in Constantinople, but
    <hi rend="italic">Sancta Sohpia,</hi>
tho' there are several larger, and in my opinion, more beautiful Mosques in that city. That of Sultan
    <hi rend="italic">Achmet,</hi>
has this particularity, that its gates are of brass. In all these Mosques there are little chapels, where are the tombs of the founders and their families, with wax candles burning before them.
</p>
<p>
<pb n="155"/>
The
    <hi rend="italic">Exchanges</hi>
are all noble buildings, full of fine alleys, the greatest part supported with pillars, and kept wonderfully neat. Every trade has its distinct alley, where the merchandize is disposed in the same order as in the New Exchange at London. The
    <hi rend="italic">Bisisten,</hi>
or jeweller's quarter, shews so much riches, such a vast quantity of diamonds, and all kinds of precious stones, that they dazzle the sight. The embroiderers is also very glittering, and people walk here as much for diversion as business. The markets are most of them handsome squares, and admirably well provided, perhaps better than in any other part of the world.
</p>
<p>
I know you'll expect I should say something particular of the slaves; and you will imagine me half a Turk, when I don't speak of it with the same horror other Christians have done before me. But I cannot forbear applauding the humanity of the Turks to these creatures; they are never ill used, and their slavery is in my opinion, no worse than servitude all over the world. 'Tis true they have no wages; but they give them yearly clothes to a higher value than our salaries to our ordinary servants. But you'll object, that men buy women
    <hi rend="italic">with an eye to evil.</hi>
In my opinion they are bought and sold as publicly and as infamously in all our Christian great cities.
</p>
<p>
I must add to the description of Constantinople, that the
    <hi rend="italic">Historical Pillar</hi>
is no more. It dropped down about two years before I came to this part of the world. I have seen no other footsteps of antiquity except the aquaeducts, which are so vast, that I am apt to believe they are yet more antient than the Greek Empire. The Turks, indeed, have clapped in some stones with Turkish inscriptions, to give their natives the honour of so great a work; but the
<pb n="156"/>
deceit is easily discovered.—The other public buildings are the
    <hi rend="italic">Hans</hi>
and
    <hi rend="italic">Monasteries;</hi>
the first are very large and numerous; the second few in number, and not at all magnificent. I had the curiosity to visit one of them, and to observe the devotions of the
    <hi rend="italic">Dervises,</hi>
which are as whimsical as any at Rome. These fellows have permission to marry, but are confined to an odd habit, which is only a piece of coarse white cloath, wrapped about them, with their legs and arms naked. Their order has few other rules, except that of performing their fantastick rites, every Tuesday and Friday, which is done in this manner: They meet together in a large hall, where they all stand with their eyes fixed on the ground, and their arms across, while the
    <hi rend="italic">Imaum</hi>
or preacher reads part of the
    <hi rend="italic">Alcoran</hi>
from a pulpit, placed in the midst; and when he has done, eight or ten of them make a melancholy concert with their pipes, which are no unmusical instruments. Then he reads again, and makes a short exposition on what he has read; after which they sing and play, till their Superior (the only one of them dressed in green) rises and begins a sort of solemn dance. They all stand about him in a regular figure, and while some play, the others tie their robe (which is very wide) fast round their waist, and begin to turn round with an amazing swiftness, and yet with great regard to the music, moving slower or faster as the tune is played. This lasts above an hour, without any of them shewing the least appearance of giddiness, which is not to be wondered at, when it is considered, they are all used to it from their infancy; most of them being devoted to this way of life from their birth. There turned amongst them some little Dervises of six or seven years old, who seemed no more disordered by that exercise than
<pb n="157"/>
the others. At the end of the ceremony they shout out;
<hi rend="italic">
There is no other God, but God, and Mahomet is his Prophet:
</hi>
after which they kiss the Superor's hand and retire. The whole is performed with the most solemn gravity. Nothing can be more austere than the form of these people; they never raise their eyes, and seem devoted to contemplation. And as ridiculous as this is in description, there is something touching in the air of submission and mortification they assume.—This letter is of a horrible length; but you may burn it when you have read enough, &amp;cc. &amp;cc.
</p>
</div>
<div n="42" type="letter">
<head>LETTER XLII.</head>
<head>To the Countess of—.</head>
<p>
I AM now preparing to leave Constantinople, and perhaps you will accuse me of hypocrisy, when I tell you, 'tis with regret; but as I am used to the air, and have learnt the language, I am easy here; and as much as I love travelling, I tremble at the inconveniencies attending so great a journey, with a numerous family, and a little infant hanging at the breast. However, I endeavour, upon this occasion, to do as I have hitherto done in all the odd turns of my life; turn them, if I can, to my diversion. In order to this, I ramble every day, wrapped up in my
    <hi rend="italic">Ferige</hi>
and
    <hi rend="italic">Asmack,</hi>
about Constantinople, and amuse myself with seeing all that is curious in it. I know you will expect that this declaration should be followed with some account of what I have seen. But I am in no humour to copy what has been writ
<pb n="158"/>
so often over. To what purpose should I tell you, that Constantinople is the antient Bizantium? that 'tis at present the conquest of a race of people, supposed Seythians? that there are five or six thousand mosques in it? that
<hi rend="italic">Sancta Sophia</hi>
was founded by Justinian, &amp;cc. I'll assure you 'tis not for want of learning, that I forbear writing all these bright things. I could also, with very little trouble, turn over
    <hi rend="italic">Knolles</hi>
and Sir
    <hi rend="italic">Paul Rycaut,</hi>
to give you a list of Turkish Emperors; but I will not tell you what you may find in every author that has writ of this country. I am more inclined, out of a true female spirit of contradiction, to tell you the falsehood of a great part of what you find in authors; as for example, in the admirable Mr.
    <hi rend="italic">Hill,</hi>
who so gravely asserts, that he saw in
        <hi rend="italic">Sancta Sophia,</hi>
a sweating pillar, very balsamic for disordered heads. There is not the least tradition of any such matter; and I suppose it was revealed to him in vision, during his wonderful stay in the Egyptian Catacombs; for I am sure he never heard of any such miracle here. 'Tis also very pleasant to observe how tenderly he and all his brethren voyage-writers, lament the miserable confinement of the Turkish ladies, who are perhaps more free than any ladies in the universe, and are the only women in the world, that lead a life of uninterrupted pleasure, exempt from cares, their whole time being spent in visiting, bathing, or the agreeable amusement of spending money and inventing new fashions. A husband would be thought mad that exacted any degree of oeconomy from his wife, whose expences are no way limited but by her own fancy. 'Tis his business to get money, and her's to spend it; and this noble prerogative extends itself to the very meanest of the sex. Here is a fellow that carries embroidered
<pb n="159"/>
handkerchiefs upon his back to sell. And as miserable a figure as you may suppose such a mean dealer; yet I'll assure you, his wife scorns to wear any thing less than cloth of gold; has her ermine furs, and a very handsome set of jewels for her head. 'Tis true, they have no places but the bagnios, and these can only be seen by their own sex; however, that is a diversion they take great pleasure in.
</p>
<p>
I was, three days ago, at one of the finest in the town, and had the opportunity of seeing a Turkish bride received there, and all the ceremony used on that occasion, which made me recollect the
    <hi rend="italic">
Epithalamium
</hi>
of
    <hi rend="italic">Helen,</hi>
by
    <hi rend="italic">Theocritus;</hi>
and it seems to me, that the same customs have continued ever since. All the she friends, relations and acquaintance of the two families, newly allied, meet at the bagnio; several others go, out of curiosity, and I believe there were that day two hundred women. Those that were, or had been married, placed themselves round the rooms, on the marble sofas; but the virgins very hastily threw off their clothes, and appeared without other ornament, or covering, than their own long hair braided with pearl or ribbon. Two of them met the bride at the door, conducted by her mother and another grave relation. She was a beautiful maid of about seventeen, very richly dressed, and shining with jewels, but was presently reduced to the state of nature. Two others filled silver gilt pots with perfume, and begun the procession, the rest following in pairs, to the number of thirty. The leaders sung an
    <hi rend="italic">Epithalamium,</hi>
answered by the others in chorus, and the two last led the fair bride, her eyes fixed on the ground, with a charming affectation of modesty. In this order they marched round the three large rooms of the Bagnio. 'Tis not easy to
<pb n="160"/>
represent to you the beauty of this sight, most of them being well proportioned and white skinn'd; all of them perfectly smooth, and polished by the frequent use of bathing. After having made their
    <hi rend="italic">tour,</hi>
the bride was again led to every matron round the rooms, who saluted her with a compliment and a present, some of jewels, others of pieces of stuff, handkerchiefs, or little gallantries of that nature, which she thanked them for, by kissing their hands. I was very well pleased with having seen this ceremony; and you may believe me, that the Turkish ladies have, at least, as much wit and civility, nay liberty, as among us. 'Tis true, the same customs that give them so many opportunities of gratifying their evil inclinations (if they have any) also put it very fully in the power of their husbands to revenge themselves, if they are discovered; and I do not doubt but they suffer sometimes for their indiscretions in a very severe manner. About two months ago, there was found at day-break, not very far from my house, the bleeding body of a young woman, naked, only wrapp'd in a coarse sheet, with two wounds of a knife, one in her side, and another in her breast. She was not quite cold, and was so surprisingly beautiful, that there was very few men in Pera, that did not go to look upon her; but it was not possible for any body to know her, no woman's face being known. She was supposed to have been brought, in the dead of night, from the Constantinople side, and laid there. Very little inquiry was made about the murderer, and the corpse was privately buried without noise. Murder is never pursued by the King's officers, as with us. 'Tis the business of the next relations to revenge the dead person; and if they like better to compound the matter for money
<pb n="161"/>
(as they generally do) there is no more said of it. One would imagine this defect in their government, should make such tragedies very frequent, yet they are extremely rare; which is enough to prove the people not naturally cruel. Neither do I think, in many other particulars, they deserve the barbarous character we give them. I am well acquainted with a Christian woman of quality, who made it her choice to live with a Turkish husband, and is a very agreeable sensible lady. Her story is so extraordinary, I cannot forbear relating it; but I promise you it shall be in as few words as I can possibly express it.
</p>
<p>
She is a Spaniard, and was at Naples with her family, when that kingdom was part of the Spanish dominion. Coming from thence in a
    <hi rend="italic">Feloucca,</hi>
accompanied by her brother, they were attacked by the Turkish Admiral, boarded and taken.—And now how shall I modestly tell you the rest of her adventure? The same accident happened to her, that happen'd to the fair Lucretia so many years before her. But she was too good a Christian to kill herself, as that Heathenish Roman did. The Admiral was so much charmed with the beauty, and
    <hi rend="italic">long-suffering</hi>
of the fair captive, that, as his first compliment, he gave immediate liberty to her brother and attendants, who made haste to Spain, and in a few months sent the sum of four thousand pound sterling, as a ransom for his sister. The Turk took the money, which he presented to her, and told her she was at liberty. But the lady very discreetly weighed the different treatment she was likely to find in her native country. Her relations (as the kindest thing they could do for her in her present circumstances) would certainly confine her to a nunnery for the rest of her days.—Her Infidel lover was very handsome, very tender,
<pb n="162"/>
very fond of her, and lavished at her feet all the Turkish magnificence. She answered him very resolutely, that her liberty was not so precious to her as her honour, that he could no way restore that but by marrying her, and she therefore desired him to accept the ransom as her portion, and give her the satisfaction of knowing that no man could boast of her favours without being her husband. The admiral was transported at this kind offer, and sent back the money to her relations, saying he was too happy in her possession. He married her, and never took any other wife, and (as she says herself) she never had reason to repent the choice she made. He left her some years after, one of the richest widows in Constantinople. But there is no remaining honourably a single woman, and that consideration has obliged her to marry the present Captain Bassa (i. e. Admiral) his successor.—I am afraid that you will think my friend fell in love with her ravisher; but I am willing to take her word for it, that she acted wholly on principles of honour, tho' I think she might be reasonably touched at his generosity, which is often found amongst the Turks of rank.
</p>
<p>
'Tis a degree of generosity to tell the truth, and 'tis very rare that any Turk will assert a solemn false-hood. I don't speak of the lowest sort; for as there is a great deal of ignoronce, there is very little virtue amongst them; and false witnesses are much cheaper than in Christendom, those wretches not being punished (even when they are publicly detected) with the rigour they ought to be
</p>
<p>
Now I am speaking of their law, I don't know, whether I have ever mentioned to you one custom peculiar to their country, I mean
    <hi rend="italic">adoption,</hi>
very common amongst the Turks, and yet more amongst the
<pb n="163"/>
Greeks and Armenians. Not having it in their power to give their estates to a friend or a distant relation, to avoid its falling into the Grand Signior's treasury, when they are not likely to have any children of their own, they choose some pretty child of either sex, amongst the meanest people, and carry the child and its parents before the
    <hi rend="italic">Cadi,</hi>
and there declare they receive it for their heir. The parents, at the same time, renounce all future claim to it; a writing is drawn and witnessed, and a child thus adopted, cannot be disinherited. Yet I have seen some common beggars, that have refused to part with their children in this manner, to some of the richest among the Greeks; (so powerful is the instinctive affection that is natural to parents!) though the adopting fathers are generally very tender to these
    <hi rend="italic">
children of their souls,
</hi>
as they call them. I own this custom pleases me much better than our absurd one of following our name. Methinks 'tis much more reasonable to make happy and rich, an infant whom I educate after my own manner,
    <hi rend="italic">brought up</hi>
(in the Turkish phrase)
    <hi rend="italic">upon my knees,</hi>
and who has learnt to look upon me with a filial respect, than to give an estate to a creature without other merit or relation to me than that of a few letters. Yet this is an absurdity we see frequently practised.—Now I have mentioned the Armenians, perhaps it will be agreeable to tell you something of that nation, with which I am sure you are utterly unacquainted. I will not trouble you with the geographical account of the situation of their country, which you may see in the maps; or a relation of their antient greatness, which you may read in the Roman History. They are now subject to the Turks; and, being very industrious in trade, and increasing and multiplying, are dispersed
<pb n="164"/>
in great numbers through all the Turkish dominions. They were, as they say, converted to the Christian religion by St.
    <hi rend="italic">Gregory,</hi>
and are perhaps the devoutest Christians in the whole world. The chief precepts of their priests, enjoin the strict keeping of their Lents, which are, at least, seven months in every year, and are not to be dispensed with on the most emergent necessity; no occasion whatever can excuse them if they touch any thing more than mere herbs or roots, (without oil) and plain dry bread. That is their constant diet.—Mr. W—y has one of his interpreters of this nation, and the poor fellow was brought so low by the severity of his fasts, that his life was despaired of. Yet neither his master's commands, nor the doctors intreaties (who declared nothing else could save his life) were powerful enough to prevail with him to take two or three spoonfuls of broth. Excepting this, which may rather be called a custom than an article of faith, I see very little in their religion different from ours. 'Tis true, they seem to incline very much to Mr.
    <hi rend="italic">Whiston'</hi>
s doctrine; neither do I think the Greek church very distant from it, since 'tis certain, the Holy spirit's proceding
    <hi rend="italic">only</hi>
from the father, is making a plain subordination in the Son.—But the Armenians have no notion of
    <hi rend="italic">
Transubstantiation,
</hi>
whatever account Sir
    <hi rend="italic">Paul Rycaut</hi>
gives of them, (which account I am apt to believe was designed to compliment our court in 1679) and they have a great horror for those amongst them that change to the Roman religion. What is most extraordinary in their customs, is their matrimony; a ceremony, I believe, unparallel'd all over the world. They are always promised very young; but the espoused never see one another, till three days after their marriage. The bride is carried to church with
<pb n="165"/>
a cap on her head, in the fashion of a large trencher, and over it a red silken veil, which covers her all over to her feet. The priest asks the bridegroom whether he is contented to marry that woman,
<hi>be she deaf, be she blind?</hi>
These are the literal words; to which having answered
    <hi rend="italic">yes,</hi>
she is led home to his house, accompanied with all the friends and relations on both sides, singing and dancing, and is placed on a cushion in the corner of the sofa; but her veil is never lifted up, not even by her husband. There is something so odd and monstrous in these ways, that I could not believe them till I had inquired of several Armenians myself, who all assured me of the truth of them, particularly one young fellow who wept when he spoke of it, being promised by his mother to a girl that he must marry in this manner, tho' he protested to me, he had rather die than submit to this slavery, having already figured his bride to himself, with all the deformities in nature.—I fancy I see you bless yourself at this terrible relation. I cannot conclude my letter with a more surprising story, yet 'tis as seriously true, as that I am,
</p>
<closer>
<salute>Dear sister</salute>
<signed>Yours, &amp;cc. &amp;cc.</signed>
</closer>
</div>
<div n="43" type="letter">
<pb n="166"/>
<head>LETTER XLIII.</head>
<head>To the Abbot of—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Constantinople,</placeName>
<date>May 19, O. S. 1718.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I AM extremely pleased with hearing from you, and my vanity (the darling frailty of human kind) not a little flattered by the uncommon questions you ask me, tho' I am utterly incapable of answering them. And indeed were I as good Mathematician as
    <hi rend="italic">Euclid</hi>
himself, it requires an age's stay to make just observations on the air and vapours. I have not been yet a full year here, and am on the point of removing. Such is my rambling destiny. This will surprise you, and can surprise nobody so much as myself. Perhaps you will accuse me of laziness or dulness, or both together, that can leave this place without giving you some account of the Turkish court. I can only tell you that if you please to read Sir
    <hi rend="italic">
Paul Rycaut,
</hi>
you will there find a full and true account of the
    <hi rend="italic">Viziers,</hi>
the
    <hi rend="italic">Beglerby'</hi>
s, the civil and spiritual government, the officers of the
    <hi rend="italic">Seraglio,</hi>
&amp;cc. things that 'tis very easy to procure lists of, and therefore may be depended on; tho' other stories, God knows—I say no more—every body is at liberty to write their own remarks; the manners of people may change; or some of them escape the observation of travellers; but 'tis not the same of the government, and for that reason, since I can tell you nothing new, I will tell you nothing of it. In the same silence shall be passed over the arsenal and seven towers, and for Mosques I have already described one of the noblest to you very particularly. But I cannot forbear taking
<pb n="167"/>
notice to you of a mistake of GEMELLI, though I honour him in a much higher degree than any other voyage-writer:) he says that there are no remains of Calcedon; this is certainly a mistake; I was there yesterday and went cross the canal in my galley, the sea being very narrow between that city and Constantinople. 'Tis still a large town, and has several Mosques in it. The Christians still call it Calcedonia, and the Turks gave it a name I forgot, but which is only a corruption of the same word. I suppose this is an error of his guide, which his short stay hindered him from rectifying; for I have, in other matters, a very just esteem for his veracity. Nothing can be pleasanter than the canal, and the Turks are so well acquainted with its beauties, that all their pleasure-seats are built on its banks, where they have, at the same time, the most beautiful prospects in Europe and Asia; there are near one another, some hundreds of magnificent palaces. Human grandeur being here yet more unstable than any where else, 'tis common for the heirs of a great threetail'd Bassa, not to be rich enough to keep in repair, the house he built; thus in a few years they all fall to ruin. I was yesterday to see that of the late Grand Vizier, who was killed at Peterwaradin. It was built to receive his Royal Bride, daughter of the present Sultan, but he did not live to see her there. I have a great mind to describe it to you; but I check that inclination, knowing very well that I cannot give you, with my best description, such an idea of it as I ought. It is situated on one of the most delightful parts of the canal, with a fine wood on the side of a hill behind it. The extent of it is prodigious; the guardian assured me there are eight hundred rooms in it; I will not, however, answer for that number,
<pb n="168"/>
since I did not count them; but 'tis certain the number is very large, and the whole adorned with a profusion of marble, gilding, and the most exquisite painting of fruits and flowers. The windows are all fash'd with the finest chrystaline glass, brought from England, and here is all the expensive magnificence that you can suppose in a palace founded by a vain luxurious young man, with the wealth of a vast empire at his command. But no part of it pleased me better than the apartments destined for the Bagnio's. There are two built exactly in the same manner, answering to one another; the baths, fountains, and pavements all of white marble, the roofs gilt, and the walls covered with Japan china. Adjoining to them are two rooms, the uppermost of which is divided into a sofa; and in the four corners are falls of water from the very roof, from shell to shell of white marble, to the lower end of the room, where it falls into a large bason, surrounded with pipes that throw up the water as high as the room. The walls are in the nature of lattices, and on the outside of them, there are vines and woodbines planted, that form a kind of green tapestry, and give an agreeable obscurity to those delightful chambers. I should go on and let you into some of the other apartments (all worthy your curiosity) but 'tis yet harder to describe a Turkish palace than any other, being built entirely irregular. There is nothing that can be properly called front or wings; and tho' such a confusion is, I think, pleasing to the sight, yet it would be very unintelligible in a letter. I shall only add, that the chamber destined for the Sultan when he visits his daughter, is wainscotted with mother of pearl, fastened with emeralds like nails. There are others of mother of pearl and olive-wood inlaid, and several
<pb n="169"/>
of Japan china. The galleries, which are numerous and very large, are adorned with jars of flowers, and procelain dishes of fruit of all sorts, so well done in plaister, and coloured in so lively a manner, that it has an enchanting effect. The garden is suitable to the house, where arbours, fountains, and walks are thrown together in an agreeable confusion. There is no ornament wanting except that of statues. Thus you see, Sir, these people are not so unpolished as we represent them. 'Tis true, their magnificence is of a different taste from ours, and perhaps of a better. I am almost of opinion they have a right notion of life. They consume it in musick, gardens, wine and delicate eating, while we are tormenting our brains with some scheme of politicks, or studying some science to which we can never attain, or if we do, cannot persuade other people to set that value upon it we do ourselves. 'Tis certain what we feel and see is properly (if any thing is properly) our own; but the good of fame, the folly of praise are hardly purchased, and when obtained, poor recompence for loss of time and health. We die or grow old before we can reap the fruit of our labours. Considering what short liv'd weak animals men are, is there any study so beneficial as the study of present pleasure? I dare not pursue this theme; perhaps I have already said too much, but I depend upon the true knowledge you have of my heart. I don't expect from you the insipid railleries I should suffer from another in answer to this letter. You know how to divide the idea of
    <hi rend="italic">pleasure</hi>
from that of
    <hi rend="italic">vice,</hi>
and they are only mingled in the heads of fools.—But I allow you to laugh at me for the sensual declaration in saying, that I had rather be a rich Effendi with all his ignorance, than Sir Isaac Newton with all his knowledge.
</p>
<closer>I am, Sir, &amp;cc. &amp;cc.</closer>
</div>
<div n="44" type="letter">
<pb n="170"/>
<head>LETTER XLXIV.</head>
<head>To the Abbot of—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Tunis,</placeName>
<date>July 31, O. S. 1718.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>I LEFT Constantinople the sixth of the last month, and this is the first post from whence I could send a letter, tho' I have often wished for the opportunity, that I might impart some of the pleasure I found in this voyage, through the most agreeable part of the world, where every scene presents me some poetical idea.</p>
<lg>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">" Warm'd with poetic transport, I survey</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">" Th' immortal islands and the well known sea.</hi>
</l>
<l>
<hi>" For here so oft the Muse her harp has strung,</hi>
</l>
<l>That not a mountain rears its head unsung.</l>
</lg>
<p>
I beg your pardon for this sally, and will, if I can, continue the rest of my account in plain prose. The second day after we set sail, we passed
    <hi rend="italic">Gallipolis,</hi>
a fair city, situated in the bay of
    <hi rend="italic">Chersonesus,</hi>
and much respected by the Turks, being the first town they took in Europe. At five the next morning, we anchored in the Hellespont, between the castles of
    <hi rend="italic">Sestos</hi>
and
    <hi rend="italic">Abydos</hi>
now called the
    <hi rend="italic">Dardanelli.</hi>
There are now two little ancient castles, but of no strength, being commanded by a rising ground behind them, which I confess I should never have taken notice of, if I had not heard it observ'd by our captain and officers, my imagination being wholly employed by the tragic story that you are well acquainted with:</p>
    <pb n="171"/>
    <p>
<quote xml:lang="en">
<l>
                                    <hi rend="italic">The swimming Lover and the nightly Bride,</hi>
</l>
<l>
<hi rend="italic">How</hi>
HERO
<hi>lov'd, and how</hi>
LEANDER
<hi>died.</hi>
</l>
</quote>
Verse again!—I am certainly infected by the poetical air I have passed through. That of Abydos is undoubtedly very amorous, since that soft passion betrayed the castle into the hands of the Turks, who besieged it in the reign of Orchanes. The Governor's daughter imagining to have seen her future husband in a dream (tho' I don't find she had either slept upon
    <hi rend="italic">Bride-cake</hi>
or kept
    <hi rend="italic">St. Agnes Fast</hi>) fancied she saw the dear figure in the form of one of her besiegers, and, being willing to obey her destiny, tossed a note to him over the wall, with the offer of her person and the delivery of the castle. He shewed it to his general, who consented to try the sincerity of her intentions and withdrew his army, ordering the young man to return with a select body of men at midnight. She admitted him at the appointed hour, he destroyed the garrison, took the father prisoner, and made her his wife. This town is in Asia, first founded by the Milesians.
    <hi rend="italic">Sestos</hi>
is in Europe, and was once the principal city of Chersonesus. Since I have seen this streight, I find nothing improbable in the adventure of
    <hi rend="italic">Leander,</hi>
or very wonderful in the bridge of boats of
    <hi rend="italic">Xerxes.</hi>
'Tis so narrow, 'tis not surprising a young lover should attempt to swim, or an ambitious King try to pass his army over it. But then 'tis so subject to storms, 'tis no wonder the lover perished and the bridge was broken. From hence we had a full view of mount Ida;
<quote xml:lang="en">
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">Where Juno once caress'd her amorous Jove,</hi>
</l>
<l>
<hi>And the world's master lay subdu'd by Love.</hi>
</l>
</quote>
<pb n="172"/>
Not many leagues fail from hence, I saw the point of land where poor old
    <hi rend="italic">Hecuba</hi>
was buried, and about a league from that place is Cape
    <hi rend="italic">Janizary,</hi>
the famous promontory of
    <hi rend="italic">Sigaeum,</hi>
where we anchored. My curiosity supplied me with strength to climb to the top of it, to see the place where
    <hi rend="italic">Achilles</hi>
was buried, and where
    <hi rend="italic">Alexander</hi>
ran naked round his tomb in honour of him, which, no doubt, was a great comfort to his ghost. I saw there, the ruins of a very large city, and found a stone on which Mr. W—y plainly distinguished the words of
    <hi rend="italic">Sigan Polin.</hi>
We ordered this on board the ship; but were shew'd others much more curious by a Greek Priest, tho' a very ignorant fellow that could give no tolerable account of any thing. On each side the door of this little church lie two large stones, about ten feet long each, five in breadth and three in thickness. That on the right is very fine white marble, the side of it beautifully carved in
    <hi rend="italic">Bas relief;</hi>
it represents a woman, who seems to be designed for some Deity, sitting on a chair with a footstool, and before her another woman weeping and presenting to her a young child that she has in her arms, followed by a procession of women with children in the same manner. This is certainly part of a very ancient tomb; but I dare not pretend to give the true explanation of it. On the stone, on the left side, is a very fair inscription, but the Greek is too ancient for Mr. W—y's interpretation. I am very sorry not to have the original in my possession, which might have been purchased of the poor inhabitants for a small sum of money. But our captain assured us, that, without having machines made on purpose, 'twas impossible to bear it to the sea-side, and when it was there, his long-boat would not be large enough to hold it.
</p>
<p>
<pb n="173"/>
The ruins of this great city are now inhabited by poor Greek peasants, who wear the
    <hi rend="italic">Sciote</hi>
habit, the women being in short petticoats fastened by straps round their shoulders, and large smock-sleeves of white linen, with neat shoes and stockings, and on their heads a large piece of muslin, which falls in large folds on their shoulders.—One of my countrymen, Mr.
    <hi rend="italic">Sands,</hi>
(whose book I doubt not you have read as one of the best of its kind) speaking of these ruins supposes them to have been the foundation of a city begun by Constantine, before his building Byzantium; but I see no good reason for that imagination, and am apt to believe them much more ancient.
</p>
<p>
We saw very plainly from this promontory, the river
    <hi rend="italic">Simois</hi>
rolling from mount Ida, and running through a very spacious valley. It is now a considerable river and is called
    <hi rend="italic">Simores;</hi>
it is joined in the vale by the
    <hi rend="italic">Scamander,</hi>
which appeared a small stream half-choaked with mud, but is perhaps large in the winter. This was
    <hi rend="italic">Xanthus</hi>
amongst the Gods, as Homer tells us, and 'tis by that heavenly name, the Nymph
    <hi rend="italic">Oenone</hi>
invokes it, in her Epistle to
    <hi rend="italic">Paris.</hi>
The Trojan Virgins used to offer their first favours to it by the name of Scamander, till the adventure, which
    <hi rend="italic">Monsieur de la Fontaine</hi>
has told so agreeably, abolished that heathenish ceremony. When the stream is mingled with the Simois, they run together to the sea.
</p>
<p>
All that is now left at
    <hi rend="italic">Troy</hi>
is the ground on which it stood; for I am firmly persuaded whatever pieces of antiquity may be found round it, are much more modern, and I think
    <hi rend="italic">Strabo</hi>
says the same thing. However there is some pleasure in seeing the valley where I imagined the famous duel of
    <hi rend="italic">Menelaus</hi>
and
    <hi rend="italic">Paris</hi>
had been fought, and where the greatest city
<pb n="174"/>
in the world was situated. 'Tis certainly the noblest situation that can be found for the head of a great empire, much to be preferred to that of Constantinople, the harbour here being always convenient for ships from all parts of the world, and that of Constantinople inaccessible almost six months in the year, while the north wind reigns.
</p>
<p>
North of the promontory of Sigaeum we saw that of
    <hi rend="italic">Rhateum,</hi>
fam'd for the sepulchre of
    <hi rend="italic">Ajax.</hi>
While I viewed these celebrated fields and rivers I admired the exact geography of
    <hi rend="italic">Homer,</hi>
whom I had in my hand. Almost every epithet he gives to a mountain or plain, is still just for it; and I spent several hours here, in as agreeable
    <hi rend="italic">cogitations</hi>
as ever
    <hi rend="italic">Don Quixote</hi>
had on mount
    <hi rend="italic">Montesinos.</hi>
We failed next night, to the shore where 'tis vulgarly reported
    <hi rend="italic">Troy</hi>
stood, and I took the pains of rising at two in the morning to view coolly those ruins which are commonly shew'd to strangers, and which the Turks call
    <hi rend="italic">
Eski-Stamboul,
</hi>
i. e. Old Constantinople. For that reason as well as some others, I conjecture them to be the remains of that city begun by Constantine. I hired an ass (the only voiture to be had there) that I might go some miles into the country, and take a tour round the ancient walls which are of a vast extent. We found the remains of a castle on a hill, and of another in a valley, several broken pillars and two pedestals, from which I took these Latin inscriptions:
<quote xml:lang="Latin">

DIVI. AUG. COL. ET. COL. IUL. PHILIPENSIS EORUNDEM. ET PRINCIP. AM COL. IUL. PARIANAE. TRIBUN. MILIT. COH. XXXII. VOLUNTAR. TRIB. MILIT. LEG. XIII. GEM.
<pb n="175"/>
PRAEFECTO EQUIT. ALAE. L SCUBULORUM VIC. VIII.
DIVI. IULI. FLAMINI C. ANTONIO M. F VOLT. RUFO, FLAMIN DIV. AUG. COL. CL. APRENS. ET. COL. IUL. PHILIPPENSIS EORUNDEM. ET PRINCIP. ITEM COL. IUL. PARIANAE TRIB. MILIT. COH. XXXII VOLUNTARIOR. TRIB. MILIT. XIII. GEM. PRAEF. EQUIT. ALAE. I. SCUBULORUM VIC. VII
</quote>
I do not doubt but the remains of a temple near this place, are the ruins of one dedicated to Augustus, and I know not why Mr.
    <hi rend="italic">Sands</hi>
calls it a Christian temple, since the Romans certainly built hereabouts. Here are many tombs of fine marble and vast pieces of granate, which are daily lessen'd by the prodigious balls that the Turks make, from them, for their cannon. We passed that evening the isle of
    <hi rend="italic">Tenedos,</hi>
once under the patronage of APOLLO, as he gave it in, himself, in the particulars of his estate, when he courted
    <hi rend="italic">Daphne.</hi>
It is but ten miles in circuit, but in those days very rich and well peopled, still famous for its excellent wine. I say nothing of
    <hi rend="italic">Tenes,</hi>
from whom it was called; but naming
    <hi rend="italic">
Mytilene
</hi>
where we passed next, I cannot forbear mentioning,
    <hi rend="italic">Leshos</hi>
where SAPPHO sung and PITTACUS reigned, famous for the birth of ALCEUS, THEOPHRASTUS and ARION, those masters in Poetry, Philosophy, and Musick. This was one of the last islands that remained in the Christian dominion after the
<pb n="176"/>
conquest of Constantinople by the Turks. But need I talk to you of
    <hi rend="italic">Catucuseno,</hi>
&amp;cc. Princes that you are as well acquainted with as I am. 'Twas with regret I saw us sail from this island into the Egean sea, now the Archipelago, leaving
    <hi rend="italic">Scio</hi>
(the ancient
    <hi rend="italic">Chios</hi>) on the left, which is the richest and most populous of these islands, fruitful in cotton, corn and silk, planted with groves of orange and lemon trees, and the Arvisian mountain still celebrated for the Nectar that VIRGIL mentions. Here is the best manufacture of silks in all Turkey. The town is well built, the women famous for their beauty, and shew their faces as in Christendom. There are many rich families; tho' they confine their magnificence to the inside of their houses, to avoid the jealousy of the Turks, who have a Bassa here; however they enjoy a reasonable liberty, and indulge the genius of their country;
<quote xml:lang="en">
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">And eat and sing and dance away their time,</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">Fresh as their groves and happy as their clime.</hi>
</l>
</quote>
Their chains hang lightly on them, tho' 'tis not long since they were impos'd, not being under the Turk till 1566. But perhaps 'tis as easy to obey the Grand Signior as the state of Genoa, to whom they were sold by the Greek Emperor. But I forgot myself in these historical touches, which are very impertinent when I write to you. Passing the streight between the islands of
    <hi rend="italic">Andros</hi>
and
    <hi rend="italic">Achaia,</hi>
now
    <hi rend="italic">Libadia,</hi>
we saw the promontory of Lunium, now called
    <hi rend="italic">
Cape Colonna,
</hi>
where are yet standing the vast pillars of a temple of MINERVA. This venerable sight made me think with double regret, on a beautiful temple of THESEUS, which I am assured was almost entire at Athens till the last campaign in the
    <hi rend="italic">Morea,</hi>
that the
<pb n="177"/>
Turks filled it with power and it was accidentally blown up. You may believe I had a great mind to land on the fam'd
    <hi rend="italic">Peloponnesus,</hi>
tho' it were only to look on the rivers of
    <hi rend="italic">Asopus, Peneus, Inachus</hi>
and
    <hi rend="italic">Eurotas,</hi>
the fields of
    <hi rend="italic">Arcadia</hi>
and other scenes of ancient Mythology. But instead of Demi-gods and Heroes, I was credibly informed, 'tis now over-run by robbers, and that I should run a great risque of falling into their hands by undertaking such a journey through a desart country, for which however I have so much respect, that I have much ado to hinder myself from troubling you with its whole history, from the foundation of Nycana and Corinth, to the last campaign here; but I check the inclination as I did that of landing. We failed quietly by
    <hi rend="italic">Cape Angelo,</hi>
once
    <hi rend="italic">Malea,</hi>
where I saw no remains of the famous temple of Apollo. We came that evening in sight of Candia: it is very mountainous; we easily distinguish'd that of Ida.—We have Virgil's authority that here were a hundred cities—
<quote xml:lang="latin">
<l>
—
    <hi rend="italic">Centum Urbes habitant Magnas</hi>
—
</l>
</quote>
The chief of them—the scene of monstrous passions.—
    <hi rend="italic">Metellus</hi>
first conquer'd this birth-place of his Jupiter; it fell afterwards into the hands of—I am running on to the very siege of Candia, and I am so angry with myself, that I will pass by all the other islands with this general reflection, that 'tis impossible to imagine any thing more agreeable than this journey would have been two or three thousand years since, when after drinking a dish of tea with SAPHO, I might gave gone, the same evening, to visit the temple of HOMER in
    <hi rend="italic">Chios,</hi>
and passed this voyage in taking plans of magnificent temples, delineating the miracles
<pb n="178"/>
of statuaries, and conversing with the most polite and most gay of mankind. Alas! Art is extinct here, the wonders of nature alone remain, and it was with vast pleasure I observ'd those of mount AEtna, whose flame appears very bright in the night many leagues off at sea, and fills the head with a thousand conjectures. However, I honour Philosophy too much to imagine it could turn that of EMPEDOCLES, and LUCIAN shall never make me believe such a scandal of a man of whom Lucretius says,
<quote xml:lang="latin">
<l>
—
    <hi rend="italic">vix humana videtur stirpe creatus</hi>
—
</l>
</quote>
</p>
<p>
We passed
    <hi rend="italic">Trinacria</hi>
without hearing any of the
    <hi rend="italic">Syrens</hi>
that
    <hi rend="italic">Homer</hi>
describes, and, being thrown on neither
    <hi rend="italic">Sylla</hi>
nor
    <hi rend="italic">Charybdis,</hi>
came safe to
    <hi rend="italic">Malta,</hi>
first called Melita, from the abundance of honey. It is a whole rock cover'd with very little earth. The Grand Master lives here in the state of a sovereign Prince; but his strength at sea now is very small. The fortifications are reckon'd the best in the world, all cut in the solid rock with infinite expence and labour.—Off this island we were tossed by a severe storm, and were very glad, after eight days, to be able to put into
    <hi rend="italic">Porta Farine</hi>
on the African shore, where our ship now rides. At
    <hi rend="italic">Tunis</hi>
we were met by the English consul who resides here. I readily accepted of the offer of his house there for some days, being very curious to see this part of the world, and particularly the ruins of Carthage. I set out in his chaise at nine at night, the moon being at full. I saw the prospect of the country almost as well as I could have done by day light, and the heat of the sun is now so intolerable, 'tis impossible to travel at any other time. The soil is, for the most part, sandy, but every where
<pb n="179"/>
fruitful of date, olive and fig trees, which grow without art, yet afford the most delicious fruit in the world. Their vineyards and melon-fields are enclos'd by hedges of that plant, we call
    <hi rend="italic">Indian fig,</hi>
which is an admirable fence, no wild beast being able to pass it. It grows a great height, very thick, and the spikes or thorns are as long and sharp as bodkins; it bears a fruit much eaten by the peasants, and which has no ill taste.
</p>
<p>
It being now the season of the Turkish
    <hi rend="italic">Ramadan,</hi>
or Lent, and all here professing, at least, the Mahometan religion, they fast till the going down of the sun and spend the night in feasting. We saw under the trees, companies of the country people, eating, singing and dancing to their wild musick. They are not quite black, but all mulattoes, and the most frightful creatures that can appear in a human figure. They are almost naked, only wearing a piece of coarse serge wrapped about them.—But the women have their arms to their very shoulders and their necks and faces adorn'd with flowers, stars, and various sorts of figures impress'd by gun-powder, a considerable addition to their natural deformity, which is, however, esteemed very ornamental amongst them; and I believe they suffer a good deal of pain by it.
</p>
<p>
About six miles from Tunis we saw the remains of that noble aqueduct, which carried the water to Carthage, over several high mountains, the length of forty miles. There are still many arches entire. We spent two hours viewing it with great attention, and Mr. W—y assured me, that of Rome is very much inferior to it. The stones are of a prodigious size, and yet all polish'd and so exactly fitted to each other, very little cement has been made use of to join them. Yet they may probably stand a thousand years
<pb n="180"/>
longer, if art is not made use of to pull them down. Soon after day-break I arrived at Tunis, a town fairly built of very white stone, but quite without gardens, which, they say, were all destroyed when the Turks first took it, none having been planted since. The dry sand gives a very disagreeable prospect to the eye, and the want of shade contributing to the natural heat of the climate, renders it so excessive, that I have much to do to support it. 'Tis true, here is every noon the refreshment of the sea-breeze, without which it would be impossible to live; but no fresh water, but what is preserved in the cisterns, of the rains that fall in the month of September. The women of the town go veiled from head to foot under a black crape, and being mix'd with a breed of renegadoes are said to be many of them fair and handsome. This city was besieg'd in 1270 by LEWIS king of France, who died, under the walls of it, of a pestilential fever. After his death PHILIP, his son, and our prince EDWARD, son of Henry the IIId, raised the siege on honourable terms. It remained under its natural African kings, till betrayed into the hands of BARBAROSSA, admiral of SOLYMAN the Magnificent. The Emperor Charles V. expelled Barbarossa, but it was recovered by the Turk under the conduct of
    <hi rend="italic">Sinan Bassa,</hi>
in the reign of SELIM II. From that time till now, it has remained tributary to the Grand Signior, governed by a Bey, who suffers the name of subject to the Turk, but has renounced the subjection, being absolute and very seldom paying any tribute. The great city of Bagdat is, at this time, in the same circumstances; and the Grand Signior connives at the loss of these dominions for fear of losing even the titles of them.
</p>
<p>
<pb n="181"/>
I went very early yesterday morning (after one night's repose) to see the ruins of
    <hi rend="italic">Carthage.</hi>
—I was however half broiled in the sun, and overjoyed to be led into one of the subterranean apartments, which they called the
    <hi rend="italic">stables of the Elephants,</hi>
but which I cannot believe were ever design'd for that use. I found in many of them broken pieces of columns of fine marble, and some of porphyry. I cannot think any body would take the insignificant pains of carrying them thither, and I cannot imagine such fine pillars were design'd for the use of stables. I am apt to believe they were summer apartments under their palaces, which the heat of the climate render'd necessary. They are now used as granaries by the country people. While I sat here, from the town of
    <hi rend="italic">Tents</hi>
not far off many of the women flocked in to see me, and we were equally entertain'd with viewing one another. Their posture in sitting, the colour of their skin, their lank black hair falling on each side their faces, their features and the shape of their limbs, differ so little from their country-people the baboons, 'tis hard to fancy them a distinct race; I could not help thinking there had been some ancient alliances between them.
</p>
<p>
When I was a little refresh'd by rest, and some milk and exquisite fruit they brought me, I went up the little hill where once stood the castle of
    <hi rend="italic">Byrsa,</hi>
and from thence I had a distinct view of the situation of the famous city of
    <hi rend="italic">Carthage,</hi>
which stood on an isthmus, the sea coming on each side of it. 'Tis now a marshy ground on one side, where there are saltponds. STRABO calls Carthage forty miles in circumference. There are now no remains of it, but what I have describ'd; and the history of it is too well known to want any abridgment of it. You see,
<pb n="182"/>
Sir, that I think you esteem obedience better than compliments. I have answer'd your letter by giving you the accounts you desir'd, and have reserv'd my thanks to the conclusion. I intend to leave this place to-morrow, and continue my journey thro' Italy and France. In one of those places I hope to tell you by word of mouth that I am
</p>
<closer>
<signed>Your humble servant, &amp;cc. &amp;cc.</signed>
</closer>
</div>
<div n="45" type="letter">
<head>LETTER XLV.</head>
<head>To the Countess of—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Genoa,</placeName>
<date>Aug. 28, O. L. 1718.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I BEG your pardon, my dear sister, that I did not write to you from
    <hi rend="italic">Tunis,</hi>
the only opportunity I have had, since I left Constantinople. But the heat there was so excessive, and the light so bad for the sight, I was half blind by writing one letter to the Abbot—, and durst not go to write many others, I had design'd; nor indeed could I have entertained you very well out of that barbarous country. I am now surrounded with subjects of pleasure, and so much charmed with the beauties of Italy, that I should think it a kind of ingratitude not to offer a little praise in return for the diversion I have had here.—I am in the house of Mrs.
    <hi rend="italic">D'Avenant</hi>
at St.
    <hi rend="italic">Pierre d' Arena,</hi>
and should be very unjust not to allow her a share of that praise I speak of, since her good humour and good company have very much contributed to render this place agreeable to me.
</p>
<p>
<pb n="183"/>
    <hi rend="italic">Genoa</hi>
is situated in a very fine bay, and being built on a rising hill intermixed with gardens, and beautified with the most excellent architecture, gives a very fine prospect off at sea; though it lost much of its beauty in my eyes, having been accustomed to that of Constantinople. The Genoese were once masters of several islands in the
    <hi rend="italic">Archipelago,</hi>
and all that part of Constantinople which is now called Galata. Their betraying the Christian cause, by facilitating the taking of Constantinople by the Turk, deserv'd what has since happened to them, even the loss of all their conquests on that side, to those Infidels. They are at present far from rich, and are despised by the French since their Doge was forced by the late King to go in person to Paris, to ask pardon for such a trifle as the arms of France over the house of the Envoy, being spatter'd with dung in the night. This, I suppose, was done by some of the Spanish faction, which still makes up the majority here, though they dare not openly declare it. The ladies affect the French habit, and are more genteel than those they imitate. I do not doubt but the custom of
    <hi rend="italic">Cizisbeis</hi>
has very much improved their airs. I know not whether you ever heard of those animals. Upon my word, nothing but my own eyes could have convinced me there were any such upon earth. The fashion begun here, and is now received all over Italy, where the husbands are not such terrible creatures as we represent them. There are none among them such brutes, as to pretend to find fault with a custom so well established,
and so politically founded, since I am assured that it was an expedient, first found out by the Senate, to put an end to those family hatreds, which tore their state to pieces, and to find employment for those young men, who were forced to cut one another's
<pb n="184"/>
throats,
<hi>pour passer le temps;</hi>
and it has succeeded so well, that since the introduction of
    <hi rend="italic">Cizisbey,</hi>
there has been nothing but peace and good humour amongst them. These are gentlemen who devote themselves to the service of a particular lady (I mean a married one, for the Virgins are all invisible, and confined to Convents:) They are obliged to wait on her to all publick places, such as the plays, opera's and assemblies, (which are called here
    <hi rend="italic">Conversations</hi>) where they wait behind her chair, take care of her fan and gloves, if she plays, have the privilege of whispers. &amp;cc.—When she goes out, they serve her instead of a
<hi>
lacquies</hi> gravely trotting by her chair. 'Tis their business to prepare for her at present against any day of public appearance, not forgetting that of her own name
<note xml:id="*" target="*" resp="authorial">That is, the day of the Saint after whom she is called.</note>; in short, they are to spend all their time and money in her service, who rewards them accordingly (for opportunity they want none) but the husband is not to have the impudence to suppose this any other than pure Platonick friendship. 'Tis true, they endeavour to give her a
    <hi rend="italic">Cizisbei</hi>
of their own choosing; but when the lady happens not to be of the same taste, as that often happens, she never fails to bring it about to have one of her own fancy. In former times, one beauty used to have eight or ten of these humble admirers; but those days of plenty and humility are no more. Men grow more scarce and saucy, and every lady is forced to content herself with one at a time.
</p>
<p>
You may see in this place the
    <hi rend="italic">glorious liberty</hi>
of a Republick, or, more properly, an Aristocracy, the common people being here as arrant slaves as the
<pb n="185"/>
French; but the old nobles pay little respect to the DOGE, who is but two years in his office, and whose wife, at that very time, assumes no rank above another noble lady. 'Tis true, the family of
    <hi rend="italic">Andrea Doria</hi>
(that great man who restor'd them that liberty they enjoy) have some particular privileges. When the Senate found it necessary to put a stop to the luxury of dress, forbidding the wearing of jewels and brocades, they left them at liberty to make what expence they pleased. I look with great pleasure on the statue of that hero, which is in the court belonging to the house of duke
    <hi rend="italic">Doria.</hi>
This puts me in mind of their palaces, which I can never describe as I ought.—Is it not enough that I say, they are most of them, the design of PALLADIO? The street call'd
    <hi rend="italic">Strada Novo,</hi>
is perhaps the most beautiful line of buildings in the world. I must particularly mention the vast palaces of
    <hi rend="italic">Durazzo,</hi>
those of the two
    <hi rend="italic">Balbi,</hi>
joined together by a magnificent colonade, that of the
    <hi rend="italic">Imperiale</hi>
at this village of St.
    <hi rend="italic">Pierred' Arena,</hi>
and another of the Doria. The perfection of architecture, and the utmost profusion of rich furniture are to be seen here, disposed with the most elegant taste, and lavish magnificence. But I am charmed with nothing so much as the collection of pictures by the pencils of
    <hi rend="italic">
Raphael, Paulo Veronese, Titian, Caracci, Michael Angelo, Guido
</hi>
and
    <hi rend="italic">Correggio,</hi>
which two I mention last as my particular favourites. I own, I can find no pleasure in objects of horror; and, in my opinion, the more naturally a crucifix is represented, the more disagreeable it is. These my beloved painters shew nature, and shew it in the most charming light. I was particularly pleased with a
    <hi rend="italic">Lucretia</hi>
in the house of
    <hi rend="italic">Balbi;</hi>
the expressive beauty of that face and bosom; gives all the passion of pity and
<pb n="186"/>
admiration, that could be raised in the soul, by the finest poem on that subject. A
    <hi rend="italic">Cleopatra,</hi>
of the same hand, deserves to be mentioned; and I should say more of her, if Lucretia had not first engaged my eyes.—Here are also some inestimable ancient busto's—The Church of St.
    <hi rend="italic">Lawrence</hi>
is built of black and white marble, where is kept that famous plate of a single emerald, which is not now permitted to be handled, since a plot, which, they say, was discover'd to throw it on the pavement and break it; a childish piece of malice, which they ascribe to the King of Sicily, to be revenged for their refusing to fell it to him. The church of the
    <hi rend="italic">Annunciation</hi>
is finely lined with marble; the pillars are of red and white marble: that of St.
    <hi rend="italic">Ambrose</hi>
has been very much adorn'd by the Jesuits; but I confess all the churches appeared so mean to me, after that of
    <hi rend="italic">Sancta Sophia,</hi>
I can hardly do them the honour of writing down their names. But I hope you will own, I have made good use of my time, in seeing so much, since 'tis not many days that we have been out of the quarantine, from which no body is exempted, coming from the Levant. Ours, indeed, was very much shortened, and very agreeably pass'd in Mrs.
    <hi rend="italic">D' Avenant's</hi>
company, in the village of St.
    <hi rend="italic">Pierre Lárene,</hi>
about a mile from Genoa, in a house built by Palladio, so well designed, and so nobly proportioned, 'twas a pleasure to walk in it. We were visited here only by a few English, in the company of a noble Genoese, commissioned to see we did not touch one another.—I shall stay here some days longer, and could almost wish it were for all my life; but mine, I fear, is not destin'd to so much tranquility.
</p>
<closer>I am, &amp;cc. &amp;cc.</closer>
</div>
<div n="46" type="letter">
<pb n="187"/>
<head>LETTER XLVI.</head>
<head>To the Countess of—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Turin,</placeName>
<date>Sept. 12, O. S. 1718.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I CAME in two days, from Genoa, through fine roads to this place. I have already seen what is shew'd to strangers in the town, which indeed is not worth a very particular description; and I have not respect enough for the holy handkerchief, to speak long of it. The churches are handsome, and so is the King's palace; but I have lately seen such perfection of architecture, I did not give much of my attention to these pieces. The town itself is fairly built, situated in a fine plain on the banks of the
    <hi rend="italic">Po.</hi>
At a little distance from it, we saw the palaces of
    <hi rend="italic">La Venerie,</hi>
and
    <hi rend="italic">La Valentin,</hi>
both very agreeable retreats.—We were lodg'd in the
    <hi rend="italic">Piazza Royale,</hi>
which is one of the noblest squares I ever saw, with a fine portico of white stone quite round it. We were immediately visited by the
    <hi rend="italic">Chevalier</hi>
—, whom you knew in England, who with great civility, begg'd to introduce us at court, which is now kept at
    <hi rend="italic">Rivoli,</hi>
about a league from Turin. I went thither yesterday, and had the honour of waiting on the Queen, being presented to her by her first lady of honour. I found her Majesty in a magnificent apartment, with a train of handsome ladies all dress'd in gowns, amongst which it was easy to distinguish the fair Princess of Carignan. The Queen entertain'd me with a world of sweetness and affability, and seemed mistress of a great share of good sense. She did not forget to put me in mind of her English blood; and added, that
<pb n="188"/>
she always felt in herself a particular inclination to love the English. I returned her civility, by giving her the title of Majesty, as often as I could, which perhaps she will not have the comfort of hearing many months longer.—The King has a great deal of vivacity in his eyes; and the young Prince of Piedmont, is a very handsome young man; but the great devotion, which this court is, at present, fallen into, does not permit any of those entertainments proper for his age. Processions and masses are all the magnificence in fashion here; and gallantry is so criminal, that the poor Count of—, who was our acquaintance at London, is very seriously disgraced, for some small overtures he presum'd to make to a maid of honour. I intend to set out to-morrow, and to pass those dreadful Alps, so much talked of.—If I come to the bottom, you shall hear of me.
</p>
<closer>I am, &amp;cc. &amp;cc.</closer>
</div>
<div n="47" type="letter">
<head>LETTER XLVII.</head>
<head>To Mrs. T—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Lyons,</placeName>
<date>Sept. 25, O. S. 1718.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I REGEIVED, at my arrival here, both your obliging letters, and also letters from many of my other friends, design'd to Constantinople, and sent me from Marseilles hither; our merchant there, knowing we were upon our return. I am surprised to hear my sister—has left England. I suppose
<pb n="189"/>
what I wrote to her from Turin will be lost, and where to direct I know not, having no account of her affairs from her own hand. For my own part, I am confin'd to my chamber, having kept my bed till yesterday, ever since the 17th, that I came to this town, where I have had so terrible a fever, I believ'd for some time, that all my journies were ended here; and I do not at all wonder that such fatigues as I have passed, should have such an effect. The first day's journey from Turin to
    <hi rend="italic">Novalesse,</hi>
is through a very fine country, beautifully planted and enrich'd by art and nature. The next day we began to ascend mount
    <hi rend="italic">Cenis,</hi>
being carried in little seats of twisted offers, fixed upon poles, upon mens shoulders; our chaises taken to pieces and laid upon mules.
</p>
<p>The prodigious prospect of mountains covered with eternal snow, of clouds hanging far below our feet, and of vast cascades tumbling down the rocks with a confused roaring, would have been entertaining to me, if I had suffer'd less from the extreme cold that reigns here. But the misty rain which fall perpetually, penetrated even the thick fur I was wrapped in; and I was half dead with cold before we got to the foot of the mountain, which was not till two hours after dark. This hill has a spacious plain on the top of it, and a fine lake there; but the descent is so steep and slippery, 'tis surprising to see these chairmen go so steadily as they do. Yet I was not half so much afraid of breaking my neck, as I was of falling sick, and the event has shew'd, that I plac'd my fears right.</p>
<p>
The other mountains are now all passable for a chaise, and very fruitful in vines and pastures. Amongst them is a breed of the finest goats in the
<pb n="190"/>
world.
    <hi rend="italic">Acquebellet</hi>
is the last, and soon after we entered
    <hi rend="italic">Pont Beauvoisin,</hi>
the frontier town of France, whose bridge parts this kingdom and the dominions of Savoy. The same night we arrived late at this town, where I have had nothing to do but to take care of my health. I think myself already out of any danger, and am determin'd, that the sore throat, which still remains, shall not confine me long. I am impatient to see the curiosities of this famous city, and more impatient to continue my journey to Paris, from whence I hope to write to you a more diverting letter than 'tis possible for me to do now, with a mind weaken'd by sickness, a head muddled with spleen, from a sorry inn, and a chamber cramm'd with mortifying objects of apothecaries viols and bottles.
</p>
<closer>I am, &amp;cc. &amp;cc.</closer>
</div>
<div n="48" type="letter">
<head>LETTER XLVIII.</head>
<head>To Mr. Pope.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Lyons,</placeName>
<date>Sept. 28, O. S. 1718.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I RECEIVED yours here, and should thank you for the pleasure you seem to enjoy from my return; but I can hardly forbear being angry at you, for rejoicing at what displeases me so much. You will think this but an odd compliment on my side. I'll assure you, 'tis not from insensibility of the joy of seeing my friends; but when I consider that I must, at the same time, see and hear a thousand disagreeable impertinents; that I must receive and pay
<pb n="191"/>
visits, make curtesies, and assist at tea-tables, where I shall be half killed with questions; and, on the other part, that I am a creature, that cannot serve any body but with insignificant good wishes; and that my presence is not a necessary good to any one member of my native country, I think I might much better have stay'd where ease and quiet made up the happiness of my indolent life.—I should certainly be melancholy, if I pursued this theme one line farther. I will rather fill the remainder of this paper, with the inscriptions on the tables of brass, that are placed on each side of the town-house.
</p>

<floatingText>
<body>
<div n="1" type="table">
<head>I. TABLE.</head>
<p>
    <hi rend="italic">
Maererum. nostr:::: sii::::: Eqidem. primam. omnium. illam. cogitationem. hominum. quam. maxime. primam. occursuram. mihi. provideo. deprecor. ne. quasi. novam. istam. rem. introduci. exhorrescatis. sed. illa. potius. cogitetis. quam. multa. in. hac. civitate. novata. sint. et. quidem. statim. ab. origine. urbis. nostrae. in. quod. formus. statusque. res. p. nostra. diducta. sit.
</hi>
</p>
<p>
                                        <hi rend="italic">
Quondam. reges. hanc. tenuere. urbem. ne. tamen. domesticis. successoribus. earn. tradere. contigit. supervenere. alieni. et. quidam. externi. ut. Numa. Romulo. successerit. ex. Sabinis. veniens. vicinus. quidem. sed. tunc. externus. ut. Anco. Marcio. Priscus. Tarquinius. propter. temeratum. sanguinem. quod. patre. de. marato. Corinthio. natus. erat. et. Tarquiniensi. matre. generosa
sed. inopi. ut. quae. tali. marito. necesse. habuerit. succumbre. cum. domi. repelleretur. a. gerendis. honoribus. postquam. Romam. migravit. regnum. adeptus. est. huic. quoque. et. filio. nepotive. ejus. nam. et. hoc. inter. cuctores. discrepat. insertus. Servius. Tullius. si. nostros. sequimur. captiva. natus. ocresia. si. tuscos. caeli. quondam. vivennae. sodalis. fidelissimus. omnisque. ejus. casus. comes. postquam. varia. fortuna. exactus. cum. omnibus. reliquis. caeliani. exercitus. Etruria. excessit. montem. Calium. occupavit. et. a. duce. suo. Caelio. ita. appellitatus.
<pb n="192"/>
mutatoque. nomine. nam. tusce. mastarna. ei. nomen. erat. ita. appellatus. est. ut. dixi. et. regnum. summa. cum. reip. utilitate. optinuit. deinde. postquam. Tarquini. Superbi. mores. invisi. civitati. nostrae. esse. coeperunt. qua. ipsius. qua. filiorum. ejus. nempe. pertaesum. est. mentes. regni. et. ad. consules. annuos. magistratus. administratio. reip. translata. est.
</hi>
                                    </p>
<p>
<hi>
Quid. nune. commemorem. ductaturae. hoc. ipso. consulari. imperium. valentius. repertum. apud. majores. nostros. quo. in. asperioribus. bellis. aut. in. civili. motu. dificiliore. uterentur. aut. in. auxilium. plebis. creatos. tribunos. plebei. quid. a. consulibus. ad. decemviros. translatum. imperium. solutoque. postea. decemvirali. regno. ad. consules. rursus. reditum. quid. im:::: v. ris. distributum. consulare. imperium. tribunosque. militum. consulari. imperio. appellatos. qui. seni. et. octoni. crearentur. quid. communicatos. postremo. cum. plebe. honores. non. imperi. solum. sed. sacerdotorum. quoque. jamsi. narrem. bella. a. quibus. coeperint. majores. nostri. et. quo. prosesserimus. vereor. ne. nimio. insolentior. esse. videar. et. quaesisse. jactationem. gloriae. prolati. imperi. ultra. oceanum. sed. illo. C. Porius. revertar. eivitatem.
</hi>
</p>
</div>
<div n="2" type="table">
<head>II. TABLE.</head>
<p>
    <hi rend="italic">
:::::::::::::::::: sane::::::::::::::::::::: novo::: divus: aug:: no: lus. et. patruus. Ti. Caesar. omnem. florem. ubique. coloniarum. ac. municipiorum. bonorum. scilicet. virorum. et. locupletium. in. hac. curia. esse. voluit. quid. ergo. non. italicus. senator. provinciali. potior. est. jam. vobis. cum. hanc. partem. censurae. meae. approbare. coepero. quid. de. sa. re. sentiam. rebus. ostendam. sed. ne. provinciales. quidem. si. modo. ornare. curiam. poterint. rejiciendos. puto.
</hi>
</p>
<p>
    <hi rend="italic">
Ornatissima. ecce. colonia. valentissimaque. Viennensium. quam. longo. jam. tempore. senatores. hui
c. curiae. confert. ex. qua. colonia. inter. paucos. equestris. ordinis. ornamentum. L. restinum. familiarissime. diligo. et. hodieque. in. rebus. meis. detineo. cujus. liberi. fruantur. quaeso. primo. sacerdotiorum.
<pb n="193"/>
gradu. post. modo. cum. annis. promoturi. dignitatis. suae. incrementa. ut. dirum. nomen. latronis. taceam. et. odi. illud. palestricum. prodiguum. quod. ante. in. domum. consulatum. intulit. quam. colonia. sua. solidum. civitatis. Romanae. benificium. consecuta. est. idem. de. fratre. ejus. possum. dicere. miserabili. quidem. indignissimoque. hoc. casu. ut. vobis. utilis. senator. esse. non. possit.
</hi>
</p>
<p>
    <hi rend="italic">Tempus. est. jam. Ti. Caesar. Germanice. detegere. te. patribus. conseriptis. quo, tendat. oratio. tua. jam. enim. ad. extremos. sines. Galliae. Narbonensis. venisti.</hi>
</p>
<p>
    <hi rend="italic">
Tot. ecce. insignes. juvenes. quot. intueor. non. magis. sunt. paenitendi. senatorib. quam. paenitet. Persicum nobilissimum. virum. amicum. neum. inter. imigines. majorum. suorum. Allobrogioi. nomen. legere. quod. si. haec. ita. esse. consentitis. quid. ultra. desideratis. quam. ut. vobis. digito. demonstrem. solum. ipsum. ultra. fines. provinciae. Narbanensis. jam. vobis. senatores. mittere. quando. ex. Lugduno. habere. nos. nostri. ordinis. viros. non. paenitet. timide. quidem. p. c. egressus. adsuetos. famiiaresque. vobis. provinciarum. terminos. sum. sed. destricte. jam. comatae. Galliae. causa. agenda. est. in. qua. si. quis. hoc. intuetur. quod. bello. per. decem. annos. exercuerunt. divum. julium. idem. opponat. centum. annorum. immobilem. fidem. obsequiumque. multis. trepidis. rebus. nostris. plujquam. expertum. illi. patri. meo. Druso. Germaniam. subigenti. tutam. quiete. sua. securamque. a. tergo. pacem. proestiterunt. et. quidem. cum. ad. census. novo. tum. opere. et. in. adsueto. Galliis. ad. bellum. avocatus. effet. quod. opus. quam. arduum. sit. nobis. nune. cum. maxime. quamvis. nibil. ultra. quam. ut. publice. notae. sint. facultates. nostrae. exquiratur. nimis. magno. experimento. cognoscimus.
</hi>
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</body>
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<p>
I was also shewed, without the gate of St.
    <hi rend="italic">Justinus,</hi>
some remains of a Roman aquaeduct; and behind the monastery of St.
    <hi rend="italic">Mary,</hi>
there are the ruins of the Imperial palace, where the Emperor CLAUDIUS was born, and where SEVERUS lived. The great cathedral of St.
    <hi rend="italic">John</hi>
is a good Gothick building, and its clock much admired by the Germans. In one of
<pb n="194"/>
the most conspicuous parts of the town, is the late king's statue set up, trampling upon mankind. I cannot forbear saying one word here, of the French statues (for I never intend to mention any more of them) with their gilded full-bottomed wigs. If their King had intended to express in one image,
    <hi rend="italic">ignorance, ill taste, and vanity,</hi>
his sculptors could have made no other figures so proper for that purpose, as this statue, which represents the odd mixture of an old
    <hi rend="italic">beau,</hi>
who had a mind to be a
    <hi rend="italic">hero,</hi>
with a bushel of curl'd hair on his head, and a gilt trunchion in his hand.—The French have been so voluminous on the history of this town, I need say nothing of it. The houses are tolerably well built, and the
    <hi rend="italic">Belle cour</hi>
well planted, from whence is seen the celebrated joining of the Soane and Rhone.
<quote xml:lang="latin">
<l>Ubi Rhodanus ingens amne praerapido fluit</l>
<l>Ararque dubitans quo suos fluctus agat.</l>
</quote>
I have had time to see every thing with great leisure, having been confined several days to this town by a swelling in my throat, the remains of a fever, occasioned by a cold I got in the damps of the Alps. The doctors here threaten me with all sorts of distempers, if I dare to leave them; but I, that know the obstinacy of it, think it just as possible to continue my way, to Paris, with it, as to go about the streets of Lyons, and am determin'd to pursue my journey to-morrow, in spite of doctors, apothecaries and sore throats.
</p>
<p>
When you see Lady R—, tell her I have received her letter, and will answer it from Paris, believing that the place that she would most willingly hear of.
</p>
<closer>I am, &amp;cc. &amp;cc.</closer>
</div>
<div n="49" type="letter">
<pb n="195"/>
<head>LETTER XLIX.</head>
<head>To Lady R—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Paris,</placeName>
<date>Oct. 10. O. S. 1718.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I CANNOT give my dear Lady R—, a better proof of the pleasure I have in writing to her, than choosing to do it in this seat of various amusements, where I am,
    <hi rend="italic">accableed</hi>
with visits, and those so full of vivacity and compliments, that 'tis full employment enough to hearken,. whether on answers or not. The French Ambassadress at Constantinople, has a very considerable and numerous family here, who all come to see me, and are never weary of making enquiries. The air of Paris has already had a good effect on me; for I was never in better health, though I have been extreme ill, all the road from Lyons to this place. You may judge how agreeable the journey has been to me; which did not want the addition to make me dislike it. I think nothing so terrible as objects of misery, except one had the God like attribute of being capable to redress them; and all the country villages of France shew nothing else. While the post-horses are changed, the whole town comes out to beg, with such miserable starv'd faces, and thin tattered clothes, they need no other eloquence to persuade one of the wretchedness of their condition. This is all the French magnificence till you come to
    <hi rend="italic">Fontaine-bleau,</hi>
when you are shewed one thousand five hundred rooms in the King's hunting palace. The apartments of the royal family are very large, and richly gilt; but I saw nothing in the architecture or painting worth
<pb n="196"/>
remembring. The long gallery, built by Henry IV. has prospects of all the King's houses. Its walls are design'd after the taste of those times, but appear now very mean. The park is, indeed, finely wooded and watered, the trees well grown and planted, and in the fish-ponds are kept tame carp, said to be, some of them, eighty years of age. The late King passed some months every year at this seat; and all the rocks, round it, by the pious sentences inscribed on them, shew the devotion in fashion at his court, which I believe died with him; at least I see no exterior marks of it at Paris, where all people's thoughts seem to be on present diversion.
</p>
<p>
The fair of St.
    <hi rend="italic">Lawrence</hi>
is now in season. You may be sure I have been carried thither, and think it much better dispos'd than ours of Bartholomew. The shops being all set in rows so regularly, and well lighted, they made up a very agreeable spectacle. But I was not at all satisfied with the
    <hi rend="italic">Grossierte</hi>
of their Harlequin, no more than with their music at the opera, which was abominably grating, after being used to that of Italy. Their house is a booth compared to that of the Hay-Market, and the playhouse not so neat as that of Lincoln's-Inn-fields; but then, it must be own'd, to their praise, their tragedians are much beyond any of ours. I should hardly allow Mrs. O—d a better place than to be confidante to La—. I have seen the Tragedy of BAJAZET so well represented, that I think our best actors can only be said to speak, but these to feel; and 'tis certainly infinitely more moving to see a man appear unhappy than to hear him say that he is so, with a joyful face and a stupid smirk in his countenance.—
    <hi rend="italic">A propos</hi>
of countenances, I must tell you something of the French ladies; I have seen all
<pb n="197"/>
the beauties and such—(I can't help making use of the coarse word) nauseous creatures! so fantastically absurd in their dress! so monstrously unnatural in their paints! their hair cut short, and curled round their faces, and so loaded with powder, that it makes it look like white wool! and on their cheeks to their chins, unmercifully laid on a shining red japan, that glistens in a most flaming manner, so that they seem to have no resemblance to human faces. I am apt to believe that they took the first hint of their dress, from a fair sheep newly ruddled. 'Tis with pleasure I recollect my dear pretty country women; and if I was writing to any body else, I should say, that these grotesque dawbers give me still a higher esteem of the natural charms of dear Lady R—'s auborne hair, and the lively colours of her unsullied complexion.
</p>
<closer>I am, &amp;cc. &amp;cc. </closer>
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<p>P. S. I have met the Abbe here, who desires me to make his compliments to you.</p>


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<pb n="198"/>
<head>LETTER L.</head>
<head>To Mr. T—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Paris,</placeName>
<date>Oct. 16, O. S. 1718.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
YOU see I'm just to my word in writing to you from Paris, where I was very much surprised to meet my sister. I need not add, very much pleased. She as little expected to see me as I her (having not receiv'd my late letters) and this meeting would shine under the hand of
    <hi rend="italic">de Scuderie,</hi>
but I shall not imitate his style so far, as to tell you how often we embrac'd, how she enquir'd by what odd chance I return'd from Constantinople? And I answer'd her by asking, what adventure brought her to Paris? To shorten the story, all questions and answers, and exclamations and compliments being over, we agreed upon running about together, and have seen
    <hi rend="italic">Versailles, Trianon, Marli</hi>
and
    <hi rend="italic">St. Cloud,</hi>
We had an order for the water to play for our diversion, and I was followed thither by all the English at Paris. I own Versailles appeared to me rather vast than beautiful; and, after having seen the exact proportions of the Italian buildings, I thought the irregularity of it shocking.
</p>
<p>
The King's cabinet of antiquities and medals, is, indeed, very richly furnished. Amongst that collection, none pleased so well as the
    <hi rend="italic">Apotheosis</hi>
of
    <hi rend="italic">
Germanicus,
</hi>
on a large agate, which is one of the most delicate pieces of the kind, that I remember to have seen. I observ'd some ancient statues of great value. But the nauseous flattery and tawdry pencil of LEBURN, are equally disgusting in the gallery. I will not pretend to describe to you the great apartment,
<pb n="199"/>
the vast variety of fountains; the theatre, the grove of AEsop's fables, &amp;cc. all which you may read very amply particularized in some of the French authors, that have been paid for these descriptions.
    <hi rend="italic">Trianon,</hi>
in its littleness, pleased me better than Versailles;
    <hi rend="italic">Marli,</hi>
better than either of them, and
    <hi rend="italic">St. Cloud</hi>
best of all, having the advantage of the Seine running at the bottom of the gardens, the great cascade, &amp;cc. You may find information in the aforesaid books, if you have any curiosity to know the exact number of the statues, and how many foot they cast upon the water.
</p>
<p>
We saw the King's picture in the magnificent house of the Duke D'Antin, who has the care of preserving them till his Majesty is of age. There are not many, but of the best hands. I looked with great pleasure on the
    <hi rend="italic">Arch-Angel</hi>
of RAPHAEL, where the sentiments of superior beings are as well expressed as in Milton. You won't forgive me, if I say nothing of the
    <hi rend="italic">Thuilleries,</hi>
much finer than our Mall; and the
    <hi rend="italic">Cour,</hi>
more agreeable than our
    <hi rend="italic">Hide-Park,</hi>
the high trees giving shade in the hottest season. At the
    <hi rend="italic">Louvre,</hi>
I had the opportunity of seeing the King accompanied by the Duke Regent. He is tall and well shap'd, but has not the air of holding the crown so many years as his grandfather. And now I am speaking of the court, I must say I saw nothing in France, that delighted me so much as to see an Englishman (at least a Briton) absolute at Paris; I mean Mr. LAW, who treats their Dukes and Peers extremely
    <hi rend="italic">"de haut en bas,"</hi>
and is treated by them with the utmost submission and respect.—Poor souls!—This reflection on their abject slavery, puts me in mind of the
    <hi rend="italic">place des victoires;</hi>
but I will not take up your time and my own with such descriptions, which are too numerous.
</p>
<p>
<pb n="200"/>
In general, I think Paris has the advantage of London in the neat pavement of the streets, and the regular lighting them at nights, in the proportion of the streets, the houses being all built of stone, and most of those belonging to people of quality being beautified by gardens. But we certainly may boast of a town very near twice as large, and when I have said that, I know nothing else we surpass it in. I shall not continue here look; if you have any thing to command me during my short stay, write soon, and I shall take pleasure in obeying you.
</p>
<closer>I am, &amp;cc. &amp;cc.</closer>
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<div n="51" type="letter">
<head>LETTER LI.</head>
<head>To the Abbot—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Dover,</placeName>
<date>Oct. 31, O. S. 1718.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I AM willing to take your word for it that I shall really oblige you, by letting you know, as soon as possible, my safe passage over the water. I arrived this morning at Dover after being tossed a whole night in the packet boat in so violent a manner, that the master considering the weakness of his vessel, thought it proper to remove the mail, and gave us notice of the danger. We call'd a little fishing boat, which could hardly make up to us; while all the people on board us were crying to heaven. 'Tis hard
to imagine one's self in a scene of greater horror than on such an occasion, and yet shall I own it to you? tho' I was not at all willing
<pb n="201"/>
to be drown'd, I could not forbear being entertain'd at the double distress of a fellow-passenger. She was an English lady that I had met at Calais, who desired me to let her go over with me in my cabin. She had bought a fine point head, which she was contriving to conceal from the custom-house officers. When the wind grew high, and our little vessel crack'd, she fell very heartily to her prayers, and thought wholly of her soul. When it seem'd to abate, she return'd to the worldly care of her headdress, and addressed herself to me—

<hi>
Dear Madam, will you take care of this point? if it should be lost!—Ah Lord we shall all be lost! Lord have mercy on my soul!—Pray Madam, take care of this headdress.
</hi>
This easy transition from her soul to her head-dress, and the alternate agonies that both gave her, made it hard to determine which she thought of greatest value. But however, the scene was not so diverting but I was glad to get rid of it, and be thrown into the little boat, tho' with some hazard of breaking my neck. It brought me safe hither, and I cannot help looking with partial eyes on my native land. That partiality was certainly given us by nature, to prevent rambling, the effect of an ambitious thirst after knowledge, which we are not formed to enjoy. All we get by it is a fruitless desire of mixing the different pleasures and conveniences which are given to the different parts of the world, and cannot meet in any one of them. After having read all that is to be found in the languages I am mistress of, and having decayed my sight by midnight studies, I envy the easy peace of mind of a ruddy milk-maid, who undisturb'd by doubt, hears the sermon, with humility, every Sunday, not having confounded the sentiments of natural duty in her head
<pb n="202"/>
by the vain enquiries of the schools, who may be more learn'd, yet, after all, must remain as ignorant. And after having seen part of Asia and Africa, and almost made the tour of Europe, I think the honest English squire more happy, who verily believes the Greek wines less delicious than March beer, that the African fruits have not so fine a flavour as golden pippens, that the
<hi>Beca figuas</hi>
of Italy are not so well tasted as a rump of beef, and that in short there is no perfect enjoyment of this life out of Old England. I pray God I may think so for the rest of my life; and since I must be contented with out scanty allowance of day-light, that I may forget the enlivening sun of Constantinople.
</p>
<closer>I am, &amp;cc. &amp;cc.</closer>
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<div n="52" type="letter">
<head>LETTER LII.</head>
<head>To Mr. P—.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>
<placeName>Dover,</placeName>
<date>Novr. 1, O. S. 1718.</date>
</dateline>
</opener>
<p>
I HAVE this minute received a letter of yours sent me from Paris. I believe and hope I shall very soon see both you and Mr.
    <hi rend="italic">Congreve;</hi>
but as I am here in an inn, where we stay to regulate our march to London, bag and baggage, I shall employ some of my leisure time in answering that part of yours that seems to require an answer.
</p>
<p>
I must applaud your good nature in supposing that your pastoral lovers, (vulgarly called Haymakers) would have lived in everlasting joy and harmony, if the lightning had not interrupted their scheme of
<pb n="203"/>
happiness. I see no reason to imagine that
    <hi rend="italic">John Hughes</hi>
and
    <hi rend="italic">Sarah Drew</hi>
were either wiser or more virtuous than their neighbours. That a well-set man of twenty-five should have a fancy to marry a brown woman of eighteen, is nothing marvellous; and I cannot help thinking that had they married, their lives would have passed in the common track with their fellow-parishioners. His endeavouring to shield her from a storm was a natural action, and what he would certainly have done for his horse, if he had been in the same situation. Neither am I of opinion that their sudden death was a reward of their mutual virtue. You know the Jews were reprov'd for thinking a village destroyed by fire, more wicked than those that had escaped the thunder. Time and chance happen to all men. Since you desire me to try my skill in an
<hi>epitaph,</hi>
I think the following lines perhaps more just, tho' not so poetical as yours.
<quote>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">Here lies John Hughes and Sarah Drew;</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">Perhaps you'll say, What's that to you?</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">Believe me, friend, much may be said</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">On that poor couple that are dead.</hi>
</l>
<l>
<hi>On Sunday next they should have married!</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">But see how oddly things are carried!</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">On Thursday last it rain'd and lighten'd,</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">These tender lovers sadly frighten'd,</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">Shelter'd beneath the cocking hay</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">In hopes to pass the time away.</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">But the</hi>
BOLD THUNDER
<hi>found them out</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">(Commission'd for that end no doubt)</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">And seizing on their trembling breath,</hi>
</l>
<l>
<hi>Consign'd them to the shades of death.</hi>
</l>
<l>
<hi>Who knows if 'twas not kindly done?</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">For had they seen the next year's sun,</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">A beaten wife and cuckold swain</hi>
</l>
<l>
<hi>Had jointly curs'd the marriage chain;</hi>
</l>
<l>
    <hi rend="italic">Now they are happy in their doom,</hi>
</l>
<bibl>FOR POPE HAS WROTE UPON THEIR TOMB.</bibl>
</quote>
<pb n="204"/>
I confess these sentiments are not altogether so heroic as your's; but I hope you will forgive them in favour of the two last lines. You see how much I esteem the honour you have done them; tho' I am not very impatient to have the same, and had rather continue to be your stupid,
    <hi rend="italic">living,</hi>
humble servant, than be
    <hi rend="italic">celebrated</hi>
by all the pens in Europe.
</p>
<p>I would write to Mr. C—; but suppose you will read this to him if he enquires after me.</p>
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         <titlePage>
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               <titlePart>POEMS <lb/>ON <lb/>VARIOUS SUBJECTS, <lb/>RELIGIOUS AND
                  MORAL.<lb/>
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            <byline>BY</byline>
            <lb/>
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                            <hi rend="italic">PHILLIS WHEATLEY</hi>,</docAuthor>
            <lb/>
            <docAuthor>
               <title>NEGRO SERVANT to Mr. JOHN WHEATLEY, <lb/>of BOSTON, in NEW ENGLAND.</title>
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                                <hi rend="italic">LONDON:</hi>
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               <publisher>Printed for A. BELL, Bookseller, Aldgate; and sold by<lb/> Messrs. COX and
                  BERRY, King-Street, <hi rend="italic">BOSTON.</hi>
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               <lb/>
               <date>M DCC LXXIII.</date>
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         <div type="dedication">
            <head>DEDICATION.</head>
            <salute>To the Right Honourable the<lb/> COUNTESS OF HUNTINGDON,<lb/>
                        </salute>

            <p>THE FOLLOWING<lb/> POEMS<lb/> Are most respectfully<lb/> Inscribed,<lb/> By her much
               obliged,<lb/> Very humble,<lb/> And devoted Servant,<lb/>
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            <signed>Phillis Wheatley.<lb/>
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            <dateline>Boston, June 12,<lb/> 1773.</dateline>
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            <head type="title">PREFACE.</head>
            <p> THE following POEMS were written originally for the Amusement of the Author, as they
               were the Products of her leisure Moments. She had no Intention ever to have published
               them; nor would they now have made their Appearance, but at the Importunity of many
               of her best, and most generous Friends; to whom she considers herself, as under the
               greatest Obligations. </p>
            <p> As her Attempts in Poetry are now sent into the World, it is hoped the Critic will
               not severely censure their Defects; and we presume they have too much Merit <pb n="v" facs="pageImages/v.jpg"/> to be cast aside with Contempt, and worthless and
               trifling Effusions.</p>

            <p> As to the Disadvantages she has laboured under, with Regard to Learning, nothing
               needs to be offered, as her Master's Letter in the following Page will sufficiently
               shew the Difficulties in the Respect she had to encounter. </p>
            <p> With all their Imperfections, the Poems are now humbly submitted to the Perusal of
               the Public. </p>
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                                    <add>Phillis Wheatley, the surprising African Poetess, arrived from England, at
                        Boston, about a fortnight ago.</add>
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                                    <add>Rivington's Gazetteer September 23, 1773. No. 23.__3:2.</add>
                                </p>
                  <p>
                                    <add>Boston, September 20, 1773. In Captains <unclear>[unclear]</unclear> from
                        London, came Passengers. Captain <unclear>[unclear]</unclear> and Lady, Mr.
                        Alring; also Phyllis, the extraordinary poetical genius, Negro Servant to
                        Mr. John Wheatley, of this Town.</add>
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                  <p>
                                    <add>Boston Evening Post, 29 Sep. 1773.3:2:3:2:23 Sept.</add>
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         <div type="letter">
            <head type="title">The following is a Copy of a LETTER sent by the Author's Master to
               the Publisher</head>
            <p> PHILLIS was brought from Africa to America, in the Year 1761, between Seven and
               Eight Years of Age. Without any Assistance from School Education, and by only what
               she was taught in the Family, she, in sixteen Months Time from her Arrival, attained
               the English Language, to which she was an utter Stranger before, the such a Degree,
               as to read any, the most difficult Parts of the Sacred Writings, to the great
               Astonishment of all who heard her. </p>
            <p> As to her WRITING, her own Curiosity led her to it; and this she learnt in so short
               a Time, that in the Year 1765, she wrote <ref target="occom_" corresp="occom">a
                  Letter to the <persName type="lcnaf" key="n85277145">Rev. Mr.
                  OCCOM</persName>
                            </ref>
                            <note xml:id="occom" target="occom_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#MUStudStaff">In Wheatley's letter to Samson Occom, she affirms
                  his "Vindication of their [the enslaved] natural Rights." She concludes with an
                  ellipsis in which she implicitly criticizes the "strange Absurdity" of Christian
                  slavers. To read the letter in its entirety, visit <ref target="https://viva.pressbooks.pub/amlit1/chapter/letter-to-rev-samson-occom-1774-phillis-wheatley/">American Literature I</ref>. <ref target="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samson_Occom">Samson Occom</ref>
                  (1723-1792), a Native American member of the Mohegan Nation, was an author,
                  teacher, judge, and Presbyterian minister. The image here, via Wikimedia Commons,
                  is a mezzotint portrait of the Reverend Occom from 1768.<graphic url="notes/Samson_Occom_by_Jonathan_Spilsbury,_after_Mason_Chamberlin,_1768,_mezzotint_on_paper,_from_the_National_Portrait_Gallery_-_NPG-NPG_71_15Occom1L-000001.jpeg" alt="A mezzotint portrait of a middle-aged Native American man in a cleric's garb pointing at an open book and looking at the viewer. Above him is a small collection of wooden arrows and a spear." source="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samson_Occom"/>
               </note>, the Indian Minister, while in England. </p>
            <p> She has a great Inclination to learn the Latin Tongue, and has made some Progress in
               it. This Relation is given by her Master who bought her, and with whom she now lives. </p>
            <signed>JOHN WHEATLEY.</signed>

            <dateline>Boston, Nov. 14, 1772.</dateline>
         </div>
         <pb n="vii" facs="pageImages/vii.jpg"/>
         <div type="letter">
            <head type="title">To the PUBLICK.</head>
            <p> AS it has been repeatedly suggested to the Publisher, by Persons, who have seen the
               Manuscript, that Numbers would be ready to suspect they were not really the Writings
               of PHILLIS, he has procured the following Attestation, from the most respectable
               Characters in Boston, that none might have the least Ground for disputing their
               Original. </p>
            <p> WE whose Names are under-written, do assure the World, that the POEMS specified in
               the following Page, <ref target="auth1_" corresp="auth1">*</ref>
                            <note xml:id="auth1" target="auth1_" type="authorial">The Words "following Page," allude to the
                  Contents of the Manuscript Copy, which are wrote at the Back of the Above
                  Attestation. [Publisher's note] </note> were (as we verily believe) written by
               PHILLIS, a young Negro Girl, who was but a few Years since, brought an uncultivated
               Barbarian from Africa, and has ever since been, and now is, under the Disadvantage of
               serving as a Slave in a Family in this Town. She has been examined by some of the
               best Judges, and is thought qualified to write them. </p>
            <list>
               <item>
                                <hi rend="italic">His Excellency</hi>
                  <persName type="lcnaf" key="n79054623">THOMAS HUTCHINSON</persName>, <hi rend="italic">Governor,</hi>
                            </item>
               <item>
                                <hi rend="italic">The Hon.</hi>
                  <persName type="lcnaf" key="n88002009">ANDREW OLIVE</persName>R, <hi rend="italic">Lieutenant-Governor.</hi>
                            </item>
            </list>
            <list>
               <item>
                                <hi rend="italic">The Hon.</hi> Thomas Hubbard,</item>
               <item>
                                <hi rend="italic">The Hon.</hi> John Erving,</item>
               <item>
                                <hi rend="italic">The Hon.</hi> James Pitts,</item>
               <item>
                                <hi rend="italic">The Hon.</hi> Harrison Gray,</item>
               <item>
                                <hi rend="italic">The Hon.</hi>
                  <persName type="lcnaf" key="n84024118">James Bowdoin</persName>,</item>
               <item>John Hancock, <hi rend="italic">Esq;</hi>
                            </item>
               <item>Joseph Green, <hi rend="italic">Esq;</hi>
                            </item>
               <item>Richard Carey, <hi rend="italic">Esq;</hi>
                            </item>
               <item>
                                <hi rend="italic">The Rev.</hi> Charles Cheuney, <hi rend="italic">D.D.</hi>
                            </item>
               <item>
                                <hi rend="italic">The Rev.</hi> Mather Byles, <hi rend="italic">D.D.</hi>
                            </item>
               <item>
                                <hi rend="italic">The Rev.</hi> Ed. Pemberton, <hi rend="italic">D.D.</hi>
                            </item>
               <item>
                                <hi rend="italic">The Rev.</hi> Andrew Elliot, <hi rend="italic">D.D.</hi>
                            </item>
               <item>
                                <hi rend="italic">The Rev.</hi> Samuel Cooper, <hi rend="italic">D.D.</hi>
                            </item>
               <item>
                                <hi rend="italic">The Rev. Mr.</hi> Samuel Mather,</item>
               <item>
                                <hi rend="italic">The Rev. Mr.</hi> John Moorhead,</item>
               <item>
                                <hi rend="italic">Mr.</hi> John Wheatley, <hi rend="italic">her
                  Master.</hi>
                            </item>
            </list>
            <p> N. B. The original Attestation, signed by the above Gentlemen, may be seen by
               applying to Archibald Bell, Bookseller, No. 8, Aldgate-Street. </p>
         </div>
         <pb n="viii" facs="pageImages/viii.jpg"/>

      </front>


      <body>
         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="9" facs="pageImages/WP-0009.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">POEMS ON VARIOUS SUBJECTS</head>
            <head type="title">TO MAECENAS.</head>
            <lg>
               <l n="1">
                                <ref target="maecenas_" corresp="maecenas">MAECENAS</ref>
                                <note xml:id="maecenas" target="maecenas_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#TH">
                                    <graphic url="notes/008.JPG" alt="A page image from Wheatley's poems showing the text of her attestation" desc="Wheatley's 'Attestation to the Public'" source="https://blogs.loc.gov/catbird/2018/01/phillis-wheatley-a-first-for-verse-in-america"/>Maecenas was the wealthy patron of classical
                     Roman poets Virgil and Horace, whom Wheatley draws on in complex ways.
                     Wheatley's poem "To Maecenas" opens her collection, which position gives it a
                     powerful significance as she claims the right to speak within this tradition.
                     Like <ref target="http://data.perseus.org/texts/urn:cts:latinLit:phi0893.phi001.perseus-eng1">Horace's Odes to Maecenas</ref>, Wheatley's offers praise to her patron,
                     but does so in ways that are fraught with the equivocalities of being an
                     enslaved African working within the languge and culture of the colonial master.
                     For a deeper reading of "To Maecenas," see Paula Bennett's journal article,
                     "Phillis Wheatley's Vocation and the Paradox of the 'Afric Muse.'" Following
                     other scholars, Bennett identifies Wheatley's poet-patron as Mather Byles, one
                     of the signatories verifying her authorship. The image included here shows the
                     attestation to the public, included in the 1773 edition of Wheatley's poems,
                     certifying that they were indeed written by "PHILLIS, a young Negro Girl, who
                     was but a few Years since, brought an uncultivated Barbarian from <hi rend="italic">Africa</hi>,...and now is, under the Disadvantage of serving
                     as a Slave in a Family in [Boston]." Note Bales' name.</note>, you, beneath the
                  myrtle shade,</l>
               <l n="2">Read o'er what poets sung, and shepherds play'd.</l>
               <l n="3">What felt those poets but you feel the same?</l>
               <l n="4">Does not your soul possess the sacred flame?</l>
               <l n="5">Their noble strains your equal genius shares</l>
               <l n="6">In softer language, and diviner airs.</l>

            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="7">While <ref target="homer_" corresp="homer">
                                    <hi rend="italic">Homer</hi>
                                </ref>
                                <note xml:id="homer" target="homer_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#TH">Homer is the ancient Greek poet of <hi rend="italic">The
                        Oddyssey</hi> and <hi rend="italic">The Illiad</hi>.</note> paints, lo!
                  circumfus'd in air,</l>
               <l n="8">Celestial Gods in mortal forms appear;</l>
               <pb n="10" facs="pageImages/WP-0010.jpg"/>
               <l n="9">Swift as they move hear each recess rebound,</l>
               <l n="10">Heav'n quakes, earth trembles, and the shores resound.</l>
               <l n="11">Great Sire of verse, before my mortal eyes,</l>
               <l n="12">The lightnings blaze across the vaulted skies,</l>
               <l n="13">And, as the thunder shakes the heav'nly plains,</l>
               <l n="14">A deep-felt horror thrills through all my veins.</l>
               <l n="15">When gentler strains demand thy graceful song,</l>
               <l n="16">The length'ning line moves languishing along.</l>
               <l n="17">When <ref target="achilles_" corresp="achilles">great <hi rend="italic">Patroclus</hi> courts <hi rend="italic">Achilles'</hi> aid</ref>
                                <note xml:id="achilles" target="achilles_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#TH">
                                    <graphic url="notes/41768.jpg" alt="Photograph of an oil painting showing Achillies lamenting the death of Patroclus" desc="Gavin Hamilton, 'Achilles Lamenting the Death of Patroclus' (1760-1763)" source="https://www.nationalgalleries.org/art-and-artists/5009/achilles-lamenting-death-patroclus"/>Achilles is the main character of <hi rend="italic">The Illiad</hi>, which tells the story of the Trojan War and,
                     specifically, Achilles' wrath. Achilles and Patroclus are lovers and friends;
                     angered by Agammemnon, Achilles refuses to fight, but allows Patroclus to wear
                     his armor and lead the Myrmidons against the Trojans. When Patroclus is killed
                     by Hector, Achilles is grief-stricken and, enraged, he returns to battle to
                     destroy the Trojans. The image included here, Gavin Hamilton's <hi rend="italic">Achilles Lamenting the Death of Patroclus</hi> (1760-1763), is
                     housed in <ref target="https://www.nationalgalleries.org/art-and-artists/5009/achilles-lamenting-death-patroclus">National Galleries, Scotland</ref>.</note>,</l>
               <l n="18">The grateful tribute of my tears is paid;</l>
               <l n="19">Prone on the shore he feels the pangs of love,</l>
               <l n="20">And <ref target="pelides_" corresp="pelides">stern <hi rend="italic">Pelides</hi>
                                </ref>
                                <note xml:id="pelides" target="pelides_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#TH">Pelides is Achilles' father; therefore, it is also
                     another way of referring to Achilles himself. Achilles is frequently described
                     as "stern" by Homer.</note> tend'rest passions move.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="21">
                                <ref target="maro_" corresp="maro">Great <hi rend="italic">Maro's </hi>strain</ref>
                                <note xml:id="maro" target="maro_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#TH">Publius Vergilius Maro, more commonly known as Virgil,
                     the Augustan Roman poet famed for his Eclogues and the epic poem <hi rend="italic">The Aeneid</hi>.</note> in heav'nly numbers flows,</l>
               <l n="22">
                                <ref target="nine_" corresp="nine">The <hi rend="italic">Nine</hi>
                     inspire</ref>
                                <note xml:id="nine" target="nine_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#TH">The nine muses in Greco-Roman mythology are goddesses,
                     daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne who inspire those in the arts and
                     sciences.</note>, and all the bosom glows.</l>
               <l n="23">O could I rival thine and <hi rend="italic">Virgil</hi>'s page,</l>
               <l n="24">Or claim the <hi rend="italic">Muses</hi> with <ref target="mantua_" corresp="mantua">the <hi rend="italic">Mantuan</hi> Sage</ref>
                                <note xml:id="mantua" target="mantua_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#TH">Mantua
                     is a city in Italy, and the home of Virgil; the Mantuan sage is the poet
                     Virgil.</note>;</l>
               <l n="25">Soon the same beauties should my mind adorn,</l>
               <l n="26">And the same ardors in my soul should burn:</l>
               <l n="27">Then should my song in bolder notes arise,</l>
               <l n="28">And all my numbers pleasingly surprize;</l>
               <pb n="11" facs="pageImages/WP-0011.jpg"/>
               <l n="29">But here I sit, and mourn a grov'ling mind,</l>
               <l n="30">That <ref target="fain_" corresp="fain">fain</ref>
                                <note xml:id="fain" target="fain_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#TH">Meaning "[g]ladly,
                     willingly, with pleasure," according to the OED (fain, adv.B).</note> would
                  mount, and ride upon the wind.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="31">Not you, my friend, these plaintive strains become,</l>
               <l n="32">Not you, whose bosom is the <hi rend="italic">Muses</hi> home;</l>
               <l n="33">When they from <ref target="helicon_" corresp="helicon">tow'ring <hi rend="italic">Helicon</hi>
                                </ref>
                                <note xml:id="helicon" target="helicon_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#TH">Mount Helicon in Greece is a mountain
                     believed to be the home of the muses and hence a place sacred to poetry.</note>
                  retire,</l>
               <l n="34">They fan in you the bright immortal fire,</l>
               <l n="35">But I less happy, cannot raise the song,</l>
               <l n="36">The <ref target="faltering_" corresp="faltering">fault'ring</ref>
                                <note xml:id="faltering" target="faltering_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#TH">An alternate spelling and contraction, for meter, of "faltering," meaning
                     unsteady or staggering.</note> music dies upon my tongue.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="37">The <ref target="terence_" corresp="terence">happier <hi rend="italic">Terence</hi>
                                </ref>
                                <note xml:id="terence" target="terence_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#TH">Publius Terentius Afer, better known as
                     Terence, is a famous Roman comic playwright, born in northern Africa. As the
                        <hi rend="italic">
                                        <ref target="https://www.britannica.com/biography/Terence">Encylopedia Britannica</ref>
                                    </hi>notes, Terence was enslaved and later
                     freed by a Roman senator. Wheatley suggests a connection between herself and
                     Terence, both of African origin; yet, Terence is "happier"--both in his poetic
                     skill, and perhaps also in having been freed.</note>
                                <ref target="auth2_" corresp="auth2">*</ref>
                  <note xml:id="auth2" target="auth2_" type="authorial">An <hi rend="italic">African</hi> by birth. [Wheatley's note.]</note> all the choir
                  inspir'd,</l>
               <l n="38">His soul replenish'd, and his bosom fir'd;</l>
               <l n="39">But say, ye <hi rend="italic">Muses</hi>, why this partial grace,</l>
               <l n="40">To one alone of <hi rend="italic">Afric</hi>'s sable race;</l>
               <l n="41">From age to age transmitting thus his name</l>
               <l n="42">With the first glory in the rolls of fame?</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="43">Thy virtues, great <hi rend="italic">Maecenas!</hi> shall be
                  sung</l>
               <l n="44">In praise of him, from whom those virtues sprung:</l>
               <pb n="12" facs="pageImages/WP-0012.jpg"/>
               <l n="45">While blooming wreaths around thy temples spread,</l>
               <l n="46">I'll snatch a <ref target="laurel_" corresp="laurel">laurel</ref>
                                <note xml:id="laurel" target="laurel_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#TH">
                                    <graphic url="notes/mw05086.jpg" alt="Portrait in oil of the poet Alexander Pope, shown in profile, wearing a crown of laurels" desc="Jonathan Richardson, 'Portrait of Alexander Pope' (1737)" source="https://www.npg.org.uk/collections/search/portrait/mw05086"/>The leaves of the bay laurel tree were a
                     conventional symbol of poetic fame and acheivement originating in the
                     mythological tale of <ref target="https://www.britannica.com/topic/Daphne-Greek-mythology">Daphne and
                        Apollo</ref>. The image included here is a portrait of the 18th century poet
                     Alexander Pope, wearing a crown of laurel. The portrait (c.1737), by Jonathan
                     Richardson, is housed in the <ref target="https://www.npg.org.uk/collections/search/portrait/mw05086">National
                        Portrait Gallery, London</ref>.</note> from thine honour'd head,</l>
               <l n="47">While you indulgent smile upon the deed.</l>
            </lg>



            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="48">As long as <ref target="thames_" corresp="thames">
                                    <hi rend="italic">Thames</hi>
                                </ref>
                                <note xml:id="thames" target="thames_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#TH">The Thames is a major river flowing
                     through southern England and London.</note> in streams majestic flows,</l>
               <l n="49">Or <ref target="naiads_" corresp="naiads">
                                    <hi rend="italic">Naiads</hi>
                                </ref>
                                <note xml:id="naiads" target="naiads_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#TH">
                                    <graphic url="notes/00085101.jpg" alt="Oil painting by Jean-Francois de Troy showing the climax of the story of the satyr Pan and the river nymph Syrinx" desc="Jean-Francois de Troy, 'Pan and Syrinx' (1722-1724)" source="http://www.getty.edu/art/collection/objects/732/jean-francois-de-troy-pan-and-syrinx-french-1722-1724"/>In Greco-Roman
                     mythology, naiads are female freshwater nymphs. The image included here, by
                     Jean-Francois de Troy, shows part of the Ovidian story of Pan and Syrinx
                     (1722-1724). De Troy's <hi rend="italic">Pan and Syrinx</hi> is housed in the
                        <ref target="http://www.getty.edu/art/collection/objects/732/jean-francois-de-troy-pan-and-syrinx-french-1722-1724/">Getty Museum</ref>. </note> in their oozy beds repose</l>
               <l n="50">While <ref target="phoebus_" corresp="phoebus">
                                    <hi rend="italic">Phoebus</hi>
                                </ref>
                                <note xml:id="phoebus" target="phoebus_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#TH">Phoebus Apollo is an important god in the Greco-Roman
                     tradition. He is associated with both the sun and with music and poetry.</note>
                  reigns above the starry train,</l>
               <l n="51">While <ref target="aurora_" corresp="aurora">bright <hi rend="italic">Aurora</hi>
                                </ref>
                                <note xml:id="aurora" target="aurora_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#TH">In Greco-Roman mythology, Aurora (called Eos in the
                     Greek) personifies the dawn.</note> purples o'er the main,</l>
               <l n="52">So long, great Sir, the muse thy praise shall sing,</l>
               <l n="53">So long thy praise shall make <ref target="parnassus_" corresp="parnassus">
                                    <hi rend="italic">Parnassus</hi>
                                </ref>
                                <note xml:id="parnassus" target="parnassus_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#TH">Parnassus is a
                     mountain in Greece that was seen as the home of the gods, particularly Dionysus
                     and Apollo, as well as the Muses. The Muses are also associated with Mount
                     Helicon.</note> ring:</l>
               <l n="54">Then grant, <hi rend="italic">Maecenas</hi>, thy paternal rays,</l>
               <l n="55">Hear me propitious, and defend my lays.</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <head type="title">ON VIRTUE.</head>

            <lg>
               <l n="1">O Thou bright jewel in my aim I strive</l>
               <l n="2">To comprehend thee. Thine own words declare</l>
               <l n="3">Wisdom is higher than a fool can reach.</l>
               <l n="4">I cease to wonder, and no more attempt </l>
               <l n="5">Thine height t' explore, or fathom thy profound. </l>
               <l n="6">But, O my soul, sink not into despair,</l>
               <l n="7">
                                <hi rend="italic">Virtue</hi> is near thee, and with gentle hand</l>
               <l n="8">Would now embrace thee, hovers o'er thine head.</l>
               <l n="9">Fain would the heav'n-born soul with her converse,</l>
               <pb n="13" facs="pageImages/WP-0013.jpg"/>
               <l n="10">Then seek, then court her for her promis'd bliss.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="11">Auspicious queen, thine heav'nly pinions spread,</l>
               <l n="12">And lead celestial <hi rend="italic">Chastity</hi> along;</l>
               <l n="13">Lo! now her sacred retinue descends,</l>
               <l n="14">Array'd in glory from the orbs above.</l>
               <l n="15">Attend me, <hi rend="italic">Virtue</hi>, thro' my youthful years!</l>
               <l n="16">O leave me not to the false joys of time!</l>
               <l n="17">But guide my steps to endless life and bliss.</l>
               <pb n="14" facs="pageImages/WP-0014.jpg"/>
               <l n="18">
                                <hi rend="italic">Greatness</hi>, or <hi rend="italic">Goodness</hi>, say
                  what I shall call thee,</l>
               <l n="19">To give an higher appellation still,</l>
               <l n="20">Teach me a better strain, a nobler lay,</l>
               <l n="21">O thou, enthron'd with Cherubs in the realms of day!</l>
            </lg>

         </div>
         <pb n="15" facs="WP-0015.jpg"/>
         <div type="poem" met="heroic couplets">
            <head type="title">
                            <ref target="cambridge_" corresp="cambridge">TO THE UNIVERSITY OF
                  CAMBRIDGE,</ref>
               <note xml:id="cambridge" target="cambridge_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#JW">
                  <graphic url="notes/revere_harvard_engraving.jpeg" alt="photograph of an engraving by Paul Revere showing Harvard University" source="https://digitalcollections.nypl.org/items/510d47d9-7ad3-a3d9-e040-e00a18064a99" desc="Paul Revere, 'A Westerley View of the Colledges in Cambridge, New England' (1767)"/>After describing her own educational journey, Wheatley
                     advises students at the University of Cambridge in New England to appreciate
                     and "[i]mprove" (21) the privilege of their education by "shunn[ing]" (25) the
                     "transient sweetness" (29) of sin using a variety of religious images. The
                     University of Cambridge in New England is now known as <ref target="https://www.harvard.edu/about-harvard/harvard-glance/history/historical-facts">Harvard University</ref>. <ref target="https://books.google.com/books?id=pyf-VckC5PgC">According to
                        Katherine Clay Bassard</ref>, Wheatley wrote this poem when she was about
                     fourteen years old (41). The engraving included here is by Paul Revere and
                     shows "A Westerly View of The Colledges in Cambridge New England" (1767), via
                     NYPL Digital Collections.</note> IN NEW-ENGLAND.</head>

            <lg>
               <l n="1">WHILE an <ref target="ardor_" corresp="ardor">intrinsic ardor</ref>
                                <note xml:id="ardor" target="ardor_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#JW">
                                    <p>Wheatley works from the premise, commonly used among early women writers
                        and the enslaved who were restricted from intellectual pursuits like
                        writing, that her desire to write is "intrinsic" (1) or God-given, and
                        therefore appropriate. The word "ardor" also connotes physical desire and
                        flame-like passion, according to the OED (n.3). </p>
                                </note> prompts to
                  write,</l>
               <l n="2">
                                <ref target="muses_" corresp="muses">The muses</ref>
                                <note xml:id="muses" target="muses_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#JW">
                                    <p>According to <ref target="http://www.perseus.tufts.edu/hopper/text?doc=Perseus%3Atext%3A1999.04.0104%3Aalphabetic+letter%3DM%3Aentry+group%3D31%3Aentry%3Dmusae-bio-1">
                                            <hi rend="italic">A Dictionary of Greek and Roman Biography and
                              Mythology</hi>
                                        </ref>, the Muses are “inspiring goddesses of song" who
                        “presid[e] over the different kinds of poetry, and over the arts and
                        sciences." The “invocation of the muse” to aid the poet's work is often used
                        by neoclassical authors like those whom Wheatley has clearly read and was
                        influenced by, including <ref target="https://muse.jhu.edu/article/685428">Milton</ref> and <ref target="https://books.google.com/books?id=ZCBgqF1yFXYC">Pope</ref>.
                        However, Hilene Flanzbaum suggests that Wheatley’s notably frequent
                        invocation of the muse is more significant than formulaic or imitative--it
                        is “the very means by which she usurps power for herself and claims a berth
                        for her own thoughts, emotions and desires. And while some may claim that
                        these functions accompany any appearance of the muse, when the muses bestow
                        their power on a black female slave, they transport Wheatley to a domain
                        surprisingly free of restriction and previously forbidden” (<ref target="https://www.jstor.org/stable/468067">“Unprecedented Liberties”
                           75</ref>). <ptr target="#museA"/>
                                    </p>
                                </note> promise to assist my
                  pen;</l>
               <l n="3">'Twas not long since I left my native shore</l>
               <l n="4">The land of errors, and <ref target="egyptian_" corresp="egyptian">
                                    <hi rend="italic">Egyptian</hi> gloom</ref>:<note xml:id="egyptian" target="egyptian_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#JW">
                                    <p>Wheatley here
                        alludes to <ref target="https://www.kingjamesbibleonline.org/Exodus-Chapter-10/">Exodus
                           10:21-22</ref>, wherein the ninth plague of darkness is visited upon
                        Egypt. This reference is also in line with contemporary Orientalist notions
                        about Egypt and Egyptian religiosity, which was believed to be full of
                        occult practices. Early nineteenth-century British historian and scholar
                        Thomas Maurice explores these ideas of idolatry and superstition in <ref target="https://books.google.com/books?id=aItPAAAAYAAJ">Observations on
                           the Remains of Ancient Egyptian Grandeur and Superstition</ref>. A
                        detailed focus on the Egyptian religious practices can be found in the
                        chapter "Strictures on the superstitious rites of the Egyptians,
                        particularly on the Nefarious Worship paid to Beasts, Esteemed Sacred, and
                        called in Scripture the Abominations of Egypt" (74-83). </p>
                                </note>
                            </l>
               <l n="5">Father of mercy, 'twas thy gracious hand</l>
               <l n="6">Brought me in safety from those dark abodes.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent">Students, to you 'tis giv'n to scan the heights</l>
               <l n="7">Above, to traverse the ethereal space,</l>
               <l n="8">And mark the <ref target="systems_" corresp="systems">systems of revolving
                     worlds</ref>.<note xml:id="systems" target="systems_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#JW">
                                    <p>
                                        <graphic url="notes/Wright_of_Derby,_The_Orrery.jpeg" alt="A painting by Joseph Wright depicting several men gathered around a large orrery, via Wikimedia Commons" desc="Joseph Wright, 'Philosopher Lecturing on the Orrery' (1766)" source="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Philosopher_Lecturing_on_the_Orrery"/>The sixteenth- and seventeenth-century
                        development of the microscope and the telescope had made great scientific
                        advancements possible, especially in astronomy; in the painting by Joseph
                        Wright here, you can see an eighteenth-century orrery--a scientific
                        clockwork instrument used to dramatize the motion of the planets in the
                        solar system (via Wikimedia Commons). Possibly an allusion to Alexander
                        Pope's 1733-34 <ref target="https://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poems/essay-man-epistle-i">
                                            <hi rend="italic">Essay on Man</hi> (I.23-28)</ref>, Wheatley here may
                        also be referencing contemporary scientific thought about the <ref target="https://www.wwnorton.com/college/english/nael/18century/topic_3/welcome.htm">plurality of worlds</ref>.</p>
                                </note>
                            </l>
               <l n="9">Still more, ye sons of science ye receive</l>
               <l n="10">The blissful news by messengers from heav'n,</l>
               <l n="11">How <hi rend="italic">Jesus</hi>' blood for your redemption flows.</l>
               <l n="12">See him with hands out-stretcht upon the cross;</l>
               <l n="13">Immese compassion in his bosom glows;</l>
               <l n="14">He hears revilers, nor resents their scorn:</l>
               <l n="15">What matchless mercy in the Son of God!</l>
               <l n="16">When the whole human race by sin had fall'n,</l>
               <pb n="16" facs="pageImages/WP-0016.jpg"/>
               <l n="17">He <ref target="deign_" corresp="deign">deign'd</ref>
                                <note xml:id="deign" target="deign_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#JW">
                                    <p> According to the
                        Oxford English Dictionary <ref target="http://www.oed.com/view/Entry/49189">deign</ref> means "to think it worthy of oneself" or "to think fit"
                        (n.1a). Today, it typically has a negative connotation, though it does not
                        here. <ptr target="#deignA"/>
                                    </p>
                                </note> to die that they might rise
                  again,</l>
               <l n="18">And share with him in the sublimest skies,</l>
               <l n="19">Life without death, and glory without end.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="20">Improve your privileges while they stay,</l>
               <l n="21">Ye pupils, and each hour redeem, that bears</l>
               <l n="22">Or good or bad report of you to heav'n.</l>
               <l n="23">Let sin, that baneful evil to the soul,</l>
               <l n="24">By you be shunn'd, nor once remit your guard;</l>
               <l n="25">Suppress the deadly serpent in its egg.</l>
               <l n="26">Ye blooming plants of human race divine,</l>
               <l n="27">An <ref target="ethiop_" corresp="ethiop">
                                    <hi rend="italic">Ethiop</hi>
                                </ref>
                                <note xml:id="ethiop" target="ethiop_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#JW">
                        <p>
                                        <graphic url="notes/atlas.jpeg" alt="Map of Africa and surrounding oceans from 1666, with a border of images showing people in African garb and other scenes" desc="John Overton, 'A new and most exact map of Africa' (1666)" source="https://exhibits.stanford.edu/maps-of-africa/catalog/hj384dy5623"/>According
                        to the OED, the word <ref target="http://www.oed.com">Ethiop</ref> would
                        have been used during Wheatley's time most often to refer to "[a] black or
                        dark-skinned person; a black African," and only occasionally to the country
                        of Ethiopia, specifically (n.A). Included here, <ref target="https://exhibits.stanford.edu/maps-of-africa/catalog/hj384dy5623">via the Norwich Collection at Stanford University</ref>, is a 1666 map
                        of Africa and the surrounding oceans, embellished with a variety of images.
                     </p>
                                </note> tells you 'tis your greatest foe;</l>
               <l n="28">Its transient sweetness turns to endless pain,</l>
               <l n="29">And in immense <ref target="perdition_" corresp="perdition">perdition</ref>
                                <note xml:id="perdition" target="perdition_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#JW">
                                    <p>In theological discussion, the word <ref target="http://www.oed.com/view/Entry/140642">perdition</ref> means "the
                        state of final spiritual ruin or damnation; the consignment of the
                        unredeemed or wicked and impenitent soul to hell; the fate of those in hell;
                        eternal death" (OED, "perdition" n.2a). In more general terms, it suggests
                        ruin or degradation (n.1a).</p>
                                </note> sinks the soul.</l>
            </lg>
            <pb n="17" facs="pageImages/WP-0017.jpg"/>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="17" facs="pageImages/WP-0017.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">To the KING's Most Excellent Majesty.</head>
            <opener>1768.</opener>

            <lg>
               <l n="1">YOUR subjects hope, dread Sire --</l>
               <l n="2">The crown upon your brows may flourish long,</l>
               <l n="3">And that your arm may in your God be strong!</l>
               <l n="4">O may your sceptre num'rous nations sway,</l>
               <l n="5">And all with love and readiness obey!</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="6">But how shall we the <hi rend="italic">British</hi> king
                  reward!</l>
               <l n="7">Rule thou in peace, our father, and our lord!</l>
               <l n="8">Midst the remembrance of thy favours past,</l>
               <l n="9">The meanest peasants most admire the last.<ref target="auth3_" corresp="auth3">*</ref>
                                <note xml:id="auth3" target="auth3_" type="authorial">The Repeal of the Stamp Act. [Wheatley's note.]</note>
                            </l>
               <l n="10">May <hi rend="italic">George</hi>, belov'd by all the nations round,</l>
               <l n="11">Live with heav'ns choicest constant blessings crown'd!</l>
               <l n="12">Great God, direct, and guard him from on high</l>
               <l n="13">And from his head let ev'ry evil fly!</l>
               <l n="14">And may each clime with equal gladness see</l>
               <l n="15">A monarch's smile can set his subjects free!</l>
            </lg>

         </div>
         <div type="poem" met="heroic couplets">
            <pb n="18" facs="pageImages/WP-0018.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">
               <ref target="brought_" corresp="brought">On being brought from AFRICA to
                  AMERICA.</ref>
                            <note xml:id="brought" target="brought_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#JW">
                                <p>
                                    <graphic url="http://www.bl.uk/learning/timeline/external/brooksslaveship-tl.jpg"/>The title of one Wheatley's most (in)famous poems, "On being brought from
                     AFRICA to AMERICA" alludes to the experiences of many Africans who became
                     subject to the <ref target="http://www.unesco.org/new/en/social-and-human-sciences/themes/slave-route/transatlantic-slave-trade/">transatlantic slave trade</ref>. Wheatley uses biblical references and
                     direct address to appeal to a Christian audience, while also defending the
                     ability of her "sable race" to become "refin'd" through Christian theology.
                     Henry Louis Gates, who in <ref target="https://books.google.com/books?id=vzXnCwAAQBAJ">
                                        <hi rend="italic">Figures in Black: Words, Signs, and the "Racial" Self</hi>
                                    </ref> (1989)
                     situates Wheatley as an important voice in the eighteenth-century debate about
                     natural human rights, summarizes the "recurrent suggestion that Wheatley has
                     remained aloof from matters that were in any sense racial, or more correctly,
                     'positively' racial," as a "misreading" (74-75). Notable for the complexity of
                     its brief discussion of blackness in the Christian slaveholding American
                     republic, this poem in particular is frequently criticized for its apparent
                     rejection of Africa and African-ness. However, Wheatley was working within a
                     non-free context, and her critique of slavery is mediated by Christianity
                     acquired as part of her enslavement. For a fuller exploration of Wheatley’s
                     poem, see <ref target="https://books.google.com/books?id=xjBRKDHdMmsC">
                                        <hi rend="italic">Authority and Female Authorship in Colonial America</hi>,
                        by William Scheick (especially chapter 4)</ref>. The image included here,
                        <ref target="http://www.bl.uk/learning/timeline/item106661.html">via the
                        British Library</ref>, shows a diagram of the Brookes' slave ship
                     (c.1801).</p>
                            </note>
            </head>


            <lg met="heroic couplets">
               <l n="1">'TWAS mercy brought me from my <hi rend="italic">Pagan</hi> land,</l>
               <l n="2">Taught my benighted soul to understand</l>
               <l n="3">That there's a God, that there's a <hi rend="italic">Saviour</hi> too:</l>
               <l n="4">Once I redemption neither sought nor knew.</l>
               <l n="5">
                                <ref target="view_" corresp="view"> Some view</ref>
                                <note xml:id="view" target="view_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#TH">
                                    <p>Wheatley's description
                        of those who "view our sable race with scornful eye" (5) is a clear
                        rejection of what <ref target="https://books.google.com/books?id=pxaTAgAAQBAJ">Lena Hill
                           describes as "ignorant" interpretations of "visual blackness"
                           (37-38)</ref>, as is her attribution of speech in direct discourse:
                        "'Their color is a diabolic die'" (6). Henry Louis Gates argues that
                        Wheatley's very presence as an author complicated assumptions of "natural"
                        inferiority. For more about this topic, see Gates' <hi rend="italic">
                                            <ref target="https://books.google.com/books?id=vzXnCwAAQBAJ">Figures in
                              Black</ref>
                                        </hi> and Walt Nott's discussion of Wheatley's public
                        persona in <ref target="https://www.jstor.org/stable/468063">"From
                           'Uncultivated Barbarian' to 'Poetical Genius': The Public Presence of
                           Phillis Wheatley."</ref>
                     </p>
                  </note> our sable race with scornful eye,</l>
               <l n="6">"Their colour is a diabolic die."</l>
               <l n="7">Remember, <hi rend="italic">Christians</hi>, <hi rend="italic">Negros</hi>,
                     <ref target="cain_" corresp="cain">black as <hi rend="italic">Cain</hi>
                                </ref>,<note xml:id="cain" target="cain_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#JW">
                                    <p>The phrase "black as Cain" is a distortion of the
                        biblical idea of the mark of Cain <ref target="https://www.kingjamesbibleonline.org/Genesis-4-15/">(Genesis
                           4:15)</ref> and was used as justification for the enslavement of people
                        of color. Many scholars point out that this was Wheatley's "most maligned
                        poem," <ref target="https://books.google.com/books?id=pxaTAgAAQBAJ">(Hill
                           37)</ref> which is ultimately about the inclusion of Africans in the
                        "Christian family" and her critique of "ignorant" interpretations of "visual
                        blackness" <ref target="https://books.google.com/books?id=pxaTAgAAQBAJ">(37-38)</ref>. For an interesting contemporary read of the mark of Cain
                        in anti-abolitionist discourse, see Josiah Priest's <ref target="https://books.google.com/books?id=nLgJAAAAIAAJ">
                                            <hi rend="italic">Slavery as it Relates to the Negro</hi> (1843)</ref>, where he
                        rejects the possibility that dark-skinned peoples could be related to Adam
                        by blood <ref target="https://archive.org/details/slaveryasitrela00priegoog">(134-136)</ref>. For a larger reading of Wheatley's use of blackness and
                        the role of blackness in the early American imagination, see Lena Hill's
                        chapter "Witnessing Moral Authority in Pre-Abolition Literature," from <hi rend="italic">
                                            <ref target="https://books.google.com/books?id=nLgJAAAAIAAJ">Visualizing
                              Blackness and the Creation of the African American Literary
                              Tradition</ref>
                                        </hi> (2014)</p>
                  </note>
                            </l>
               <l n="8">May be refin'd, and join th' angelic train. </l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="19" facs="pageImages/WP-0019.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">On the Death of the Rev. DR. SEWELL.</head>
            <opener>1769.</opener>
            <lg>
               <l n="1">ERE yet the morn its lovely blushes spread,</l>
               <l n="2">See <hi rend="italic">Sewell</hi> number'd with the happy dead.</l>
               <l n="3">Hail, holy man, arriv'd th' immortal shore,</l>
               <l n="4">Though we shall hear thy warning voice no more.</l>
               <l n="5">Come, let us all behold with wishful eyes</l>
               <l n="6">The saint ascending to his native skies;</l>
               <l n="7">From hence the prophet wing'd his rapt'rous way</l>
               <l n="8">To the blest mansions in eternal day.</l>
               <l n="9">Then begging for the Spirit of our God,</l>
               <l n="10">And panting eager for the same abode,</l>
               <l n="11">Come, let us all with the same vigour rise,</l>
               <l n="12">And take a prospect of the blissful skies;</l>
               <l n="13">While on our minds <hi rend="italic">Christ's</hi> image is imprest,</l>
               <l n="14">And the dear Saviour glows in ev'ry breast.</l>
               <l n="15">Thrice happy saint! to find thy heav'n at last,</l>
               <l n="16">What compensation for the evils past!</l>
            </lg>
            <pb n="20" facs="pageImages/WP-0020.jpg"/>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="17">Great God, incomprehensible, unknown</l>
               <l n="18">By sense, we bow at thine exalted throne.</l>
               <l n="19">O, while we beg thine excellence to feel,</l>
               <l n="20">Thy sacred Spirit to our hearts reveal,</l>
               <l n="21">And give us of that mercy to partake,</l>
               <l n="22">Which thou hast promis'd for the <hi rend="italic">Saviour</hi>'s sake!</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="23">"<hi rend="italic">Sewell</hi> is dead." Swift-pinion'd <hi rend="italic">Fame</hi> thus cry'd.</l>
               <l n="24">"Is <hi rend="italic">Sewell</hi> dead," my trembling tongue reply'd,</l>
               <l n="25">O what a blessing in his flight deny'd!</l>
               <l n="26">How oft for us the holy prophet pray'd!</l>
               <l n="27">How oft to us the Word of Life convey'd!</l>
               <l n="28">By duty urg'd my mournful verse to close,</l>
               <l n="29">I for his tomb this epitaph compose.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="30">"Lo, here a man, redeem'd by <hi rend="italic">Jesus</hi>'
                  blood,</l>
               <l n="31">"A sinner once, but now a saint with God;</l>
               <l n="32">"Behold ye rich, ye poor, ye fools, ye wise,</l>
               <l n="33">"Nor let his monument your heart surprize;</l>
               <l n="34">"'Twill tell you what this holy man has done,</l>
               <l n="35">"Which gives him brighter lustre than the sun.</l>
               <pb n="21" facs="pageImages/WP-0021.jpg"/>
               <l n="36">"Listen, ye happy, from your seats above.</l>
               <l n="37">"I speak sincerely, while I speak and love,</l>
               <l n="38">"He sought the paths of piety and truth,</l>
               <l n="39">"By these made happy from his early youth!</l>
               <l n="40">"In blooming years that grace divine he felt,</l>
               <l n="41">"Which rescues sinners from the chains of guilt.</l>
               <l n="42">"Mourn him, ye indigent, whom he has fed,</l>
               <l n="43">"And henceforth seek, like him, for living bread;</l>
               <l n="44">"Ev'n <hi rend="italic">Christ</hi>, the bread descending from above,</l>
               <l n="45">"And ask an int'rest in his saving love.</l>
               <l n="46">"Mourn him, ye youth, to whom he oft has told</l>
               <l n="47">"God's gracious wonders from the times of old.</l>
               <l n="48">"I, too have cause this mighty loss to mourn,</l>
               <l n="49">"For he my monitor will not return.</l>
               <l n="50">"O when shall we to his blest state arrive?</l>
               <l n="51">"When the same graces in our bosoms thrive."</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div type="poem" met="heroic couplets">
            <pb n="22" facs="pageImages/WP-0022.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">On the Death of the <ref target="whitfield_" corresp="whitfield">Rev.
                  MR. <persName type="lcnaf" key="n50019884">GEORGE WHITEFIELD</persName>.</ref>
                            <note xml:id="whitfield" target="whitfield_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#JOB">
                                <p>
                     <graphic url="notes/George-Whitefield.jpeg" alt="Close up portrait of George Whitefield in oil on board" desc="John Russell, 'Portrait of George Whitefield' (c.1770)" source="https://www.npg.org.uk/collections/search/portrait/mw06753/"/>
                     George Whitefield (1714-1770; pronounced "wit-field") was one of the most
                     famous people of the eighteenth-century Anglophone world. As a student at
                     Oxford in the early 1730s, he got to know John and Charles Wesley, the founders
                     of the Methodist movement in the church of England. Whitefield joined them in
                     attempting to "methodize" the faith, returning it to the simple principles of
                     the early church. But more than the Wesley brothers, Whitefield made this
                     reformist movement into a public ministry. A famously charismatic public
                     speaker, Whitefield preached to crowds numbering in the thousands in England
                     and the American colonies, becoming a central figure in what was known as the
                     "Great Awakening," a revival of evangelical Protestantism that was influential
                     on both sides of the Atlantic. Benjamin Franklin and Olaudah Equiano were each
                     impressed (though in very different ways) when they saw Whitefield preach in
                     Philadelphia and Savannah, respectively. Whitefield made several visits to the
                     Boston area, and it seems likely that the Wheatleys saw him preach there.
                     Phillis might very well have joined them, but we cannot be sure. Whitefield
                     died unexpectedly in Newburyport, Massachusetts on September 30, 1770, a few
                     days after he left Boston on what turned out to be his last tour of the
                     colonies.</p>
                  <p>Phillis Wheatley's elegy for Whitefield changed her life, transforming her from
                     a young enslaved woman with a small readership among friends of the Wheatley
                     family to an author with an international readership. The poem was published as
                     a broadside on October 11, 1770, and was an immediate success. It was reprinted
                     several times in colonial cities, as well as London, and also appeared in
                     several newspapers. The poem brought Wheatley to the attention of Selina, the
                     Countess of Huntingdon, who is addressed in the poem itself. A fervent
                     Methodist herself, the Countess was Whitefield's patron, supporting him on his
                     evangelical missions. The Countess became Wheatley's patron as well, sponsoring
                     the publication of her only volume of poems, published in London in 1773. The image included here shows a portrait of Whitefield by John Russel, from the National Portrait Gallery, UK.</p>
                  </note>
                        </head>
            <opener>1770.</opener>

            <lg met="heroic couplets">
               <l n="1">HAIL, happy saint, on thine immortal throne,</l>
               <l n="2">Possest of glory, life, and bliss unknown;</l>
               <l n="3">We hear no more the music of thy tongue,</l>
               <l n="4">Thy <ref target="wonted_" corresp="wonted">wonted auditories</ref> cease to
                  throng.</l>
               <l n="5">Thy sermons in <ref target="unequalled_" corresp="unequalled">unequall'd
                     accents</ref> flow'd,</l>
               <l n="6">And ev'ry bosom with devotion glow'd;</l>
               <l n="7">Thou didst in strains of eloquence refin'd</l>
               <l n="8">Inflame the heart, and captivate the mind.</l>
               <l n="9">Unhappy we the setting sun deplore,</l>
               <l n="10">So glorious once, but ah! it shines no more.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg met="heroic couplets">
               <l rend="indent" n="11">Behold the prophet in his tow'ring flight!</l>
               <l n="12">He leaves the earth for heav'n's unmeasur'd height,</l>
               <l n="13">And worlds unknown receive him from our sight.</l>
               <l n="14">There <hi rend="italic">Whitefield</hi> wings with rapid course his
                  way,</l>
               <l n="15">And sails to <ref target="zion_" corresp="zion">
                                    <hi rend="italic">Zion</hi>
                                </ref> through vast seas of day.</l>
               <l n="16">Thy pray'rs, great saint, and thine incessant cries</l>
               <l n="17">Have pierc'd the bosom of thy native skies.</l>
               <pb n="23" facs="pageImages/WP-0023.jpg"/>
               <l n="18">Thou moon hast seen, and all the stars of light,</l>
               <l n="19">How he has wrestled with his God by night.</l>
               <l n="20">He pray'd that grace in ev'ry heart might dwell,</l>
               <l n="21">He long'd to see <hi rend="italic">America</hi> excel;</l>
               <l n="22">He charg'd its youth that ev'ry grace divine</l>
               <l n="23">Should with full lustre in their conduct shine;</l>
               <l n="24">That Saviour, which his soul did first receive,</l>
               <l n="25">The greatest gift that ev'n a God can give,</l>
               <l n="26">He freely offer'd to the num'rous throng,</l>
               <l n="27">That on his lips with list'ning pleasure hung.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg met="heroic couplets">
               <l rend="indent" n="28">"Take him, ye wretched, for your only good,</l>
               <l n="29">"Take him ye starving sinners, for your food;</l>
               <l n="30">"Ye thirsty, come to this life-giving stream,</l>
               <l n="31">"Ye preachers, take him for your joyful theme;</l>
               <l n="32">"Take him my dear <hi rend="italic">Americans</hi>, he said,</l>
               <l n="33">"Be your complaints on his kind bosom laid:</l>
               <l n="34">"Take him, ye <hi rend="italic">Africans</hi>, he longs for you,</l>
               <l n="35">"<hi rend="italic">Impartial Saviour</hi> is his title due:</l>
               <l n="36">"Wash'd in the fountain of redeeming blood,</l>
               <l n="37">"You shall be sons, and kings, and priests to God."</l>
            </lg>
            <lg met="heroic couplets">
               <pb n="24" facs="pageImages/WP-0024.jpg"/>
               <l rend="indent" n="38">Great <ref target="countess_" corresp="countess">
                                    <hi rend="italic">Countess</hi>
                                </ref>, we <hi rend="italic">Americans</hi>
                  revere</l>
               <l n="39">Thy name, and mingle in thy grief sincere;</l>
               <l n="40">
                                <hi rend="italic">New England</hi> deeply feels, the <ref target="orphans_" corresp="orphans">
                                    <hi rend="italic">Orphans</hi>
                                </ref> mourn,</l>
               <l n="41">Their more than father will no more return.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg met="heroic couplets">
               <l rend="indent" n="42">But, though arrested by the hand of death,</l>
               <l n="43">
                                <hi rend="italic">Whitefield</hi> no more exerts his lab'ring breath,</l>
               <l n="44">Yet let us view him in th' eternal skies,</l>
               <l n="45">Let ev'ry heart to this bright vision rise;</l>
               <l n="46">While the tomb safe retains its sacred trust,</l>
               <l n="47">Till life divine re-animates his dust.</l>
            </lg>

            <note xml:id="wonted" target="wonted_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#JOB">wonted:
               "Accustomed, customary, usual." <hi rend="italics">Oxford English Dictionary</hi>;
               auditory: "An assembly of hearers, an audience." <hi rend="italics">Oxford English
                  Dictionary</hi>, hence the meaning here is something like "usual audience."</note>
            <note xml:id="unequalled" target="unequalled_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#JOB">"unequalled accents"; Whitefield was a famously eloquent and compelling public
               speaker; the sense here is that no other speaker could match the "accent" or style of
               his voice.</note>
            <note xml:id="zion" target="zion_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#JOB">Zion is a
               name in the Hebrew bible for Jerusalem, and the term has often been extended to mean
               the entirety of what believers think of as the holy land, or even the
               afterlife.</note>
            <note xml:id="countess" target="countess_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#JOB">
                            <graphic url="notes/Selina-Hastings-Countess-of-Huntingdon.jpeg" alt="Portrait in oil on card of Selina Hastings, an older woman in widow's garb, via the NPG, London." desc="Unknown Artist, 'Portrait of Selina Hastings' (c.1770)" source="https://www.npg.org.uk/collections/search/portrait/mw03325/"/>The Countess of <hi rend="italic">Huntingdon</hi>, to whom Mr. <hi rend="italic">Whitefield</hi> was Chaplain.
               [Wheatley's note]. <persName type="lcnaf" key="n50029705">Selina Hastings, the countess
                  of Huntingdon</persName> (1707-1791), was a major figure in the Methodist movement,
               using her wealth to support the founding of chapels and a training school for
               ministers. Whitefield became her personal chaplain in the 1740s. Wheatley sought and
               recieved her patronage as well, and Wheatley's 1773 volume of poems was published
               with her support. The image here shows a portrait of Selina Hastings by an unknown artist, about 1770, from the National
                  Portrait Gallery, London.</note>
            <note xml:id="orphans" target="orphans_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#JOB">Whitefield first came to the American colonies in 1738, when he travelled to
               Savannah, Georgia, where the colony's trustees had hired him to serve as minister. He
               decided to make his main project in Savannah the establishment of an orphanage, and
               he returned to England after only four months to raise money for the project. The
               Bethesda Orphan House was founded in 1740, and Whitefield continued to raise money
               and to return for visits to the institution throughout his lifetime.</note>

         </div>
         <div type="poem">

            <pb n="25" facs="pageImages/WP-0025.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">On the Death of a young Lady of Five Years of Age.</head>
            <lg>
               <l n="1">FROM dark abodes to fair etherial light</l>
               <l n="2">Th' enraptur'd innocent has wing'd her flight;</l>
               <l n="3">On the kind bosom of eternal love</l>
               <l n="4">She finds unknown beatitude above.</l>
               <l n="5">This know, ye parents, nor her loss deplore,</l>
               <l n="6">She feels the iron hand of pain no more;</l>
               <l n="7">The dispensations of unerring grace,</l>
               <l n="8">Should turn your sorrows into grateful praise;</l>
               <l n="9">Let then no tears for her henceforward flow,</l>
               <l n="10">No more distress'd in our dark vale below.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="11">Her morning sun, which rose divinely bright,</l>
               <l n="12">Was quickly mantled with the gloom of night;</l>
               <l n="13">But hear in heav'n's blest bow'rs your <hi rend="italic">Nancy</hi>
                  fair,</l>
               <l n="14">And learn to imitate her language there.</l>
               <l n="15">"Thou, Lord, whom I behold with glory crown'd,</l>
               <l n="16">"By what sweet name, and in what tuneful sound</l>
               <pb n="26" facs="pageImages/WP-0026.jpg"/>
               <l n="17">"Wilt thou be prais'd? Seraphic pow'rs are faint</l>
               <l n="18">"Infinite love and majesty to paint.</l>
               <l n="19">"To thee let all their graceful voices raise,</l>
               <l n="20">"And saints and angels join their songs of praise."</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="21">Perfect in bliss she from her heav'nly home</l>
               <l n="22">Looks down, and smiling beckons you to come;</l>
               <l n="23">Why then, fond parents, why these fruitless groans?</l>
               <l n="24">Restrain your tears, and cease your plaintive moans.</l>
               <l n="25">Freed from a world of sin, and snares, and pain,</l>
               <l n="26">Why would you wish your daughter back again?</l>
               <l n="27">No -- bow resign'd. Let hope your grief control,</l>
               <l n="28">And check the rising tumult of the soul.</l>
               <l n="29">Calm in the prosperous, and adverse day,</l>
               <l n="30">Adore the God who gives and takes away;</l>
               <l n="31">Eye him in all, his holy name revere,</l>
               <l n="32">Upright your actions, and your hearts sincere,</l>
               <l n="33">Till having sail'd through life's tempestuous sea,</l>
               <l n="34">And from its rocks, and boist'rous billows free,</l>
               <l n="35">Yourselves, safe landed on the blissful shore,</l>
               <l n="36">Shall join your happy babe to part no more.</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="27" facs="pageImages/WP-0027.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">On the Death of a young Gentleman.</head>

            <l n="1">WHO taught thee conflict with the pow'rs of night,</l>
            <l n="2">To vanquish Satan in the fields of fight?</l>
            <l n="3">Who strung thy feeble arms with might unknown,</l>
            <l n="4">How great thy conquest, and how bright thy crown!</l>
            <l n="5">War with each princedom, throne, and pow'r is o'er,</l>
            <l n="6">The scene is ended to return no more.</l>
            <l n="7">O could my muse thy seat on high behold,</l>
            <l n="8">How deckt with laurel, how enrich'd with gold!</l>
            <l n="9">O could she hear what praise thine harp employs,</l>
            <l n="10">How sweet thine anthems, how divine thy joys!</l>
            <l n="11">What heav'nly grandeur should exalt her strain!</l>
            <l n="12">What holy raptures in her numbers reign!</l>
            <l n="13">To sooth the troubles of the mind to peace,</l>
            <l n="14">To still the tumult of life's tossing seas,</l>
            <pb n="28" facs="pageImages/WP-0028.jpg"/>
            <l n="15">To ease the anguish of the parents heart,</l>
            <l n="16">What shall my sympathizing verse impart?</l>
            <l n="17">Where is the balm to heal so deep a wound?</l>
            <l n="18">Where shall a sov'reign remedy be found?</l>
            <l n="19">Look, gracious Spirit, from thine heav'nly bow'r,</l>
            <l n="20">And thy full joys into their bosoms pour;</l>
            <l n="21">The raging tempest of their grief control,</l>
            <l n="22">And spread the dawn of glory through the soul,</l>
            <l n="23">To eye the path the saint departed trod,</l>
            <l n="24">And trace him to the bosom of his God.</l>


         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="29" facs="pageImages/WP-0029.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">To a Lady on the Death of her Husband.</head>

            <lg>
               <l n="1">GRIM monarch! see, depriv'd of vital breath,</l>
               <l n="2">A young physician in the dust of death:</l>
               <l n="3">Dost thou go on incessant to destroy,</l>
               <l n="4">Our griefs to double, and lay waste our joy?</l>
               <l n="5">
                                <hi rend="italic">Enough</hi> thou never yet wast known to say,</l>
               <l n="6">Though millions die, the vassals of thy sway:</l>
               <l n="7">Nor youth, nor science, nor the ties of love,</l>
               <l n="8">Nor aught on earth thy flinty heart can move.</l>
               <l n="9">The friend, the spouse from his dire dart to save,</l>
               <l n="10">In vain we ask the sovereign of the grave.</l>
               <l n="11">Fair mourner, there see thy lov'd <hi rend="italic">Leonard</hi> laid,</l>
               <l n="12">And o'er him spread the deep impervious shade;</l>
               <l n="13">Clos'd are his eyes, and heavy fetters keep</l>
               <l n="14">His senses bound in never-waking sleep,</l>
               <l n="15">Till time shall cease, till many a starry world</l>
               <l n="16">Shall fall from heav'n, in dire confusion hurl'd,</l>
               <l n="17">Till nature in her final wreck shall lie,</l>
               <l n="18">And her last groan shall rend the azure sky:</l>
               <pb n="30" facs="pageImages/WP-0030.jpg"/>
               <l n="19">Not, not till then his active soul shall claim</l>
               <l n="20">His body, a divine immortal frame.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l n="21">But see the softly-stealing tears apace</l>
               <l n="22">Pursue each other down the mourner's face;</l>
               <l n="23">But cease thy tears, bid ev'ry sigh depart,</l>
               <l n="24">And cast the load of anguish from thine heart:</l>
               <l n="25">From the cold shell of his great soul arise,</l>
               <l n="26">And look beyond, thou native of the skies;</l>
               <l n="27">There fix thy view, where fleeter than the wind</l>
               <l n="28">Thy <hi rend="italic">Leonard</hi> mounts, and leaves the earth behind.</l>
               <l n="29">Thyself prepare to pass the vale of night</l>
               <l n="30">To join for ever on the hills of light:</l>
               <l n="31">To thine embrace this joyful spirit moves</l>
               <l n="32">To thee, the partner of his earthly loves;</l>
               <l n="33">He welcomes thee to pleasures more refin'd,</l>
               <l n="34">And better suited to th' immortal mind.</l>
            </lg>

         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="31" facs="pageImages/WP-0031.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">GOLIATH OF GATH.</head>
            <opener>I SAM. Chap. xvii.</opener>



            <lg>
               <l n="1">YE martial pow'rs, and all ye tuneful nine,</l>
               <l n="2">Inspire my song, and aid my high design.</l>
               <l n="3">The dreadful scenes and toils of war I write,</l>
               <l n="4">The ardent warriors, and the fields of fight:</l>
               <l n="5">You best remember, and you best can sing</l>
               <l n="6">The acts of heroes to the vocal string:</l>
               <l n="7">Resume the lays with which your sacred lyre,</l>
               <l n="8">Did then the poet and the sage inspire.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="9">Now front to front the armies were display'd,</l>
               <l n="10">Here <hi rend="italic">Israel</hi> rang'd, and there the foes array'd;</l>
               <l n="11">The hosts on two opposing mountains stood,</l>
               <l n="12">Thick as the foliage of the waving wood;</l>
               <l n="13">Between them an extensive valley lay,</l>
               <l n="14">O'er which the gleaming armour pour'd the day,</l>
               <l n="15">When from the camp of the <hi rend="italic">Philistine</hi> foes,</l>
               <l n="16">Dreadful to view, a mighty warrior rose;</l>
               <l n="17">In the dire deeds of bleeding battle skill'd,</l>
               <l n="18">The monster stalks the terror of the field.</l>
               <pb n="32 [copy 2]" facs="pageImages/WP-0032c3.jpg"/>
               <l n="19">From <hi rend="italic">Gath</hi> he sprung, <hi rend="italic">Goliath</hi>
                  was his name,</l>
               <l n="20">Of fierce deportment, and gigantic frame:</l>
               <l n="21">A brazen helmet on his head was plac'd,</l>
               <l n="22">A coat of mail his form terrific grac'd,</l>
               <l n="23">The greaves his legs, the targe his shoulders prest:</l>
               <l n="24">Dreadful in arms high-tow'ring o'er the rest</l>
               <l n="25">A spear he proudly wav'd, whose iron head,</l>
               <l n="26">Strange to relate, six hundred shekels weigh'd;</l>
               <l n="27">He strode along, and shook the ample field,</l>
               <l n="28">While <hi rend="italic">Phoebus</hi> blaz'd refulgent on his shield:</l>
               <l n="29">Through <hi rend="italic">Jacob's</hi> race a chilling horror ran,</l>
               <l n="30">When thus the huge, enormous chief began:</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="31">"Say, what the cause that in this proud array</l>
               <l n="32">"You set your battle in the face of day?</l>
               <l n="33">"One hero find in all your vaunting train,</l>
               <l n="34">"Then see who loses, and who wins the plain;</l>
               <l n="35">"For he who wins, in triumph may demand</l>
               <l n="36">"Perpetual service from the vanquish'd land:</l>
               <l n="37">"Your armies I defy, your force despise,</l>
               <l n="38">"By far inferior in <hi rend="italic">Philistia's</hi> eyes:</l>
               <pb n="33 [copy 2]" facs="pageImages/WP-0033c3.jpg"/>
               <l n="39">"Produce a man, and let us try the fight,</l>
               <l n="40">"Decide the contest, and the victor's right."</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="41">Thus challeng'd he: all <hi rend="italic">Israel</hi> stood
                  amaz'd,</l>
               <l n="42">And ev'ry chief in consternation gaz'd;</l>
               <l n="43">But <hi rend="italic">Jesse's</hi> son in youthful bloom appears,</l>
               <l n="44">And warlike courage far beyond his years:</l>
               <l n="45">He left the folds, he left the flow'ry meads,</l>
               <l n="46">And soft recesses of the sylvan shades.</l>
               <l n="47">Now <hi rend="italic">Israel's</hi> monarch, and his troops arise,</l>
               <l n="48">With peals of shouts ascending to the skies;</l>
               <l n="49">In <hi rend="italic">Elah's</hi> vale the scene of combat lies.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="50">When the fair morning blush'd with orient red,</l>
               <l n="51">What <hi rend="italic">David's</hi> sire enjoin'd the son obey'd,</l>
               <l n="52">And swift of foot towards the trench he came,</l>
               <l n="53">Where glow'd each bosom with the martial flame.</l>
               <l n="54">He leaves his carriage to another's care,</l>
               <l n="55">And runs to greet his brethren of the war.</l>
               <l n="56">While yet they spake the giant-chief arose,</l>
               <l n="57">Repeats the challenge, and insults his foes:</l>
               <pb n="34 [copy 2]" facs="pageImages/WP-0034c3.jpg"/>
               <l n="58">Struck with the sound, and trembling at the view,</l>
               <l n="59">Affrighted <hi rend="italic">Israel</hi> from its post withdrew.</l>
               <l n="60">"Observe ye this tremendous foe, they cry'd,</l>
               <l n="61">"Who in proud vaunts our armies hath defy'd:</l>
               <l n="62">"Whoever lays him prostrate on the plain,</l>
               <l n="63">"Freedom in <hi rend="italic">Israel</hi> for his house shall gain;</l>
               <l n="64">"And on him wealth unknown the king will pour,</l>
               <l n="65">"And give his royal daughter for his dow'r."</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="66">Then <hi rend="italic">Jesse's</hi> youngest hope: "My
                  brethren say,</l>
               <l n="67">"What shall be done for him who takes away</l>
               <l n="68">"Reproach from <hi rend="italic">Jacob</hi>, who destroys the chief,</l>
               <l n="69">"And puts a period to his country's grief.</l>
               <l n="70">"He vaunts the honours of his arms abroad,</l>
               <l n="71">"And scorns the armies of the living God."</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="72">Thus spoke the youth, th' attentive people ey'd</l>
               <l n="73">The wond'rous hero, and again reply'd:</l>
               <l n="74">"Such the rewards our monarch will bestow,</l>
               <l n="75">"On him who conquers, and destroys his foe."</l>
            </lg>
            <pb n="35 [copy 2]" facs="pageImages/WP-0035c3.jpg"/>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="76">
                                <hi rend="italic">Eliab</hi> heard, and kindled into ire</l>
               <l n="77">To hear his shepherd-brother thus inquire,</l>
               <l n="78">And thus begun? "What errand brought thee? say</l>
               <l n="79">"Who keeps thy flock? or does it go astray?</l>
               <l n="80">"I know the base ambition of thine heart,</l>
               <l n="81">"But back in safety from the field depart."</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="82">
                                <hi rend="italic">Eliab</hi> thus to <hi rend="italic">Jesse's</hi> youngest heir,</l>
               <l n="83">Express'd his wrath in accents most severe.</l>
               <l n="84">When to his brother mildly he reply'd,</l>
               <l n="85">"What have I done? or what the cause to chide?"</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="86">The words were told before the king, who sent</l>
               <l n="87">For the young hero to his royal tent:</l>
               <l n="88">Before the monarch dauntless he began,</l>
               <l n="89">"For this <hi rend="italic">Philistine</hi> fail no heart of man:</l>
               <l n="90">"I'll take the vale, and with the giant fight:</l>
               <l n="91">"I dread not all his boasts, nor all his might."</l>
               <pb n="36 [copy 2]" facs="pageImages/WP-0036c3.jpg"/>
               <l n="92">When thus the king: "Dar'st thou a stripling go,</l>
               <l n="93">"And venture combat with so great a foe?</l>
               <l n="94">"Who all his days has been inur'd to fight,</l>
               <l n="95">"And made its deeds his study and delight:</l>
               <l n="96">"Battles and bloodshed brought the monster forth,</l>
               <l n="97">"And clouds and whirlwinds usher'd in his birth."</l>
               <l n="98">When <hi rend="italic">David</hi> thus: "I kept the fleecy care,</l>
               <l n="99">"And out there rush'd a lion and a bear;</l>
               <l n="100">"A tender lamb the hungry lion took,</l>
               <l n="101">"And with no other weapon than my crook</l>
               <l n="102">"Bold I pursu'd, and chas'd him o'er the field,</l>
               <l n="103">"The prey deliver'd, and the felon kill'd:</l>
               <l n="104">"As thus the lion and the bear I slew,</l>
               <l n="105">"So shall <hi rend="italic">Goliath</hi> fall, and all his crew:</l>
               <l n="106">"The God, who sav'd me from these beasts of prey,</l>
               <l n="107">"By me this monster in the dust shall lay."</l>
               <l n="108">So <hi rend="italic">David</hi> spoke. The wond'ring king reply'd;</l>
               <l n="109">"Go thou with heav'n and victory on thy side:</l>
               <l n="110">"This coat of mail, this sword gird on," he said,</l>
               <l n="111">And plac'd a mighty helmet on his head:</l>
               <pb n="37 [copy 2]" facs="pageImages/WP-0037c3.jpg"/>
               <l n="112">The coat, the sword, the helm he laid aside,</l>
               <l n="113">Nor chose to venture with those arms untry'd,</l>
               <l n="114">Then took his staff, and to the neighb'ring brook</l>
               <l n="115">Instant he ran, and thence five pebbles took.</l>
               <l n="116">Mean time descended to <hi rend="italic">Philistia's</hi> son</l>
               <l n="117">A radiant cherub, and he thus begun:</l>
               <l n="118">"Goliath, well thou know'st thou hast defy'd</l>
               <l n="119">"Yon Hebrew armies, and their God deny'd:</l>
               <l n="120">"Rebellious wretch! audacious worm! forbear,</l>
               <l n="121">"Nor tempt the vengeance of their God too far:</l>
               <l n="122">"Them, who with his omnipotence contend,</l>
               <l n="123">"No eye shall pity, and no arm defend:</l>
               <l n="124">"Proud as thou art, in short liv'd glory great,</l>
               <l n="125">"I come to tell thee thine approaching fate.</l>
               <l n="126">"Regard my words. The judge of all the gods,</l>
               <l n="127">"Beneath whose steps the tow'ring mountain nods,</l>
               <l n="128">"Will give thine armies to the savage brood,</l>
               <l n="129">"That cut the liquid air, or range the wood.</l>
               <l n="130">"Thee too a well-aim'd pebble shall destroy,</l>
               <l n="131">"And thou shalt perish by a beardless boy:</l>
               <pb n="38 [copy 2]" facs="pageImages/WP-0038c3.jpg"/>
               <l n="132">"Such is the mandate from the realms above,</l>
               <l n="133">"And should I try the vengeance to remove,</l>
               <l n="134">"Myself a rebel to my king would prove.</l>
               <l n="135">"<hi rend="italic">Goliath</hi> say, shall grace to him be shown,</l>
               <l n="136">"Who dares heav'ns monarch, and insults his throne?"</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="137">"Your words are lost on me," the giant cries,</l>
               <l n="138">While fear and wrath contended in his eyes,</l>
               <l n="139">When thus the messenger from heav'n replies:</l>
               <l n="140">"Provoke no more <hi rend="italic">Jehovah's</hi> awful hand</l>
               <l n="141">"To hurl its vengeance on thy guilty land:</l>
               <l n="142">"He grasps the thunder, and, he wings the storm,</l>
               <l n="143">"Servants their sov'reign's orders to perform."</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="144">The angel spoke, and turn'd his eyes away,</l>
               <l n="145">Adding new radiance to the rising day.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="146">Now <hi rend="italic">David</hi> comes: the fatal stones
                  demand</l>
               <l n="147">His left, the staff engag'd his better hand</l>
               <pb n="39 [copy 2]" facs="pageImages/WP-0039c3.jpg"/>
               <l n="148">The giant mov'd, and from his tow'ring height</l>
               <l n="149">Survey'd the stripling, and disdain'd the fight,</l>
               <l n="150">And thus began: "Am I a dog with thee?</l>
               <l n="151">"Bring'st thou no armour, but a staff to me?</l>
               <l n="152">"The gods on thee their vollied curses pour,</l>
               <l n="153">"And beasts and birds of prey thy flesh devour."</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="154">
                                <hi rend="italic">David</hi> undaunted thus, "Thy spear and
                  shield</l>
               <l n="155">"Shall no protection to thy body yield:</l>
               <l n="156">"<hi rend="italic">Jehovah's</hi> name -- no other arms I bear,</l>
               <l n="157">"I ask no other in this glorious war.</l>
               <l n="158">"To-day the Lord of Hosts to me will give</l>
               <l n="159">"Vict'ry, to-day thy doom thou shalt receive;</l>
               <l n="160">"The fate you threaten shall your own become,</l>
               <l n="161">"And beasts shall be your animated tomb,</l>
               <l n="162">"That all the earth's inhabitants may know</l>
               <l n="163">"That there's a God, who governs all below</l>
               <l n="164">"This great assembly too shall witness stand,</l>
               <l n="165">"That needs nor sword, nor spear, th' Almighty's hand:</l>
               <pb n="40 [copy 2]" facs="pageImages/WP-0040c3.jpg"/>
               <l n="166">"The battle his, the conquest he bestows,</l>
               <l n="167">"And to our pow'r consigns our hated foes."</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="168">Thus <hi rend="italic">David</hi> spoke; <hi rend="italic">Goliath</hi> heard and came</l>
               <l n="169">To meet the hero in the field of fame.</l>
               <l n="170">Ah! fatal meeting to thy troops and thee,</l>
               <l n="171">But thou wast deaf to the divine decree;</l>
               <l n="172">Young <hi rend="italic">David</hi> meets thee, meets thee not in vain;</l>
               <l n="173">'Tis thine to perish on th' ensanguin'd plain.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="174">And now the youth the forceful pebble slung</l>
               <l n="175">
                                <hi rend="italic">Philistia</hi> trembled as it whizz'd along:</l>
               <l n="176">In his dread forehead, where the helmet ends,</l>
               <l n="177">Just o'er the brows the well-aim'd stone descends,</l>
               <l n="178">It pierc'd the skull, and shatter'd all the brain,</l>
               <l n="179">Prone on his face he tumbled to the plain:</l>
               <l n="180">
                                <hi rend="italic">Goliath's</hi> fall no smaller terror yields</l>
               <l n="181">Than riving thunders in aerial fields:</l>
               <l n="182">The soul still ling'red in its lov'd abode,</l>
               <l n="183">Till conq'ring <hi rend="italic">David</hi> o'er the giant strode:</l>
               <l n="184">
                                <hi rend="italic">Goliath's</hi> sword then laid its master dead,</l>
               <l n="185">And from the body hew'd the ghastly head;</l>
               <pb n="41" facs="pageImages/WP-0041.jpg"/>
               <l n="186">The blood in gushing torrents drench'd the plains,</l>
               <l n="187">The soul found passage through the spouting veins.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="188">And now aloud th' illustrious victor said,</l>
               <l n="189">"Where are your boastings now your champion's dead?"</l>
               <l n="190">Scarce had he spoke, when the <hi rend="italic">Philistines</hi> fled:</l>
               <l n="191">But fled in vain; the conqu'ror swift pursu'd:</l>
               <l n="192">What scenes of slaughter! and what seas of blood!</l>
               <l n="193">There <hi rend="italic">Saul</hi> thy thousands grasp'd th' impurpled
                  sand</l>
               <l n="194">In pangs of death the conquest of thine hand;</l>
               <l n="195">And <hi rend="italic">David</hi> there were thy ten thousands laid:</l>
               <l n="196">Thus <hi rend="italic">Israel's</hi> damsels musically play'd.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="197">Near <hi rend="italic">Gath</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Ekron</hi> many an hero lay,</l>
               <l n="198">Breath'd out their souls, and curs'd the light of day:</l>
               <l n="199">Their fury, quench'd by death, no longer burns,</l>
               <l n="200">And <hi rend="italic">David</hi> with <hi rend="italic">Goliath's</hi>
                  head returns,</l>
               <l n="201">To <hi rend="italic">Salem</hi> brought, but in his tent he plac'd</l>
               <l n="202">The load of armour which the giant grac'd.</l>
               <pb n="42" facs="pageImages/WP-0042.jpg"/>
               <l n="203">His monarch saw him coming from the war,</l>
               <l n="204">And thus demanded of the son of <hi rend="italic">Ner</hi>.</l>
               <l n="205">"Say, who is this amazing youth?" he cry'd,</l>
               <l n="206">When thus the leader of the host reply'd;</l>
               <l n="207">"As lives thy soul I know not whence he sprung,</l>
               <l n="208">"So great in prowess though in years so young:"</l>
               <l n="209">"Inquire whose son is he," the sov'reign said,</l>
               <l n="210">"Before whose conq'ring arm <hi rend="italic">Philistia</hi> fled."</l>
               <l n="211">Before the king behold the stripling stand,</l>
               <l n="212">
                                <hi rend="italic">Goliath</hi>'s head depending from his hand:</l>
               <l n="213">To him the king: "Say of what martial line</l>
               <l n="214">"Art thou, young hero, and what sire was thine?"</l>
               <l n="215">He humbly thus; "the son of <hi rend="italic">Jesse</hi> I:</l>
               <l n="216">"I came the glories of the field to try.</l>
               <l n="217">"Small is my tribe, but valiant in the fight;</l>
               <l n="218">"Small is my city, but thy royal right."</l>
               <l n="219">"Then take the promis'd gifts," the monarch cry'd,</l>
               <l n="220">Conferring riches and the royal bride:</l>
               <l n="221">"Knit to my soul for ever thou remain</l>
               <l n="222">"With me, nor quit my regal roof again."</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="43" facs="pageImages/WP-0043.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">Thoughts on the WORKS of PROVIDENCE.</head>
            <lg>
               <l n="1">ARISE, my soul, on wings enraptur'd, rise</l>
               <l n="2">To praise the monarch of the earth and skies,</l>
               <l n="3">Whose goodness and beneficence appear</l>
               <l n="4">As round its centre moves the rolling year,</l>
               <l n="5">Or when the morning glows with rosy charms,</l>
               <l n="6">Or the sun slumbers in the ocean's arms:</l>
               <l n="7">Of light divine be a rich portion lent</l>
               <l n="8">To guide my soul, and favour my intent.</l>
               <l n="9">Celestial muse, my arduous flight sustain,</l>
               <l n="10">And raise my mind to a seraphic strain!</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="11">Ador'd for ever be the God unseen,</l>
               <l n="12">Which round the sun revolves this vast machine,</l>
               <l n="13">Though to his eye its mass a point appears:</l>
               <l n="14">Ador'd the God that whirls surrounding spheres,</l>
               <l n="15">Which first ordain'd that mighty <hi rend="italic">Sol</hi> should
                  reign</l>
               <l n="16">The peerless monarch of th' ethereal train:</l>
               <pb n="44" facs="pageImages/WP-0044.jpg"/>
               <l n="17">Of miles twice forty millions is his height,</l>
               <l n="18">And yet his radiance dazzles mortal sight</l>
               <l n="19">So far beneath -- from him th' extended earth</l>
               <l n="20">Vigour derives, and ev'ry flow'ry birth:</l>
               <l n="21">Vast through her orb she moves with easy grace</l>
               <l n="22">Around her <hi rend="italic">Phoebus</hi> in unbounded space;</l>
               <l n="23">True to her course th' impetuous storm derides,</l>
               <l n="24">Triumphant o'er the winds, and surging tides.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="25">Almighty, in these wond'rous works of thine,</l>
               <l n="26">What <hi rend="italic">Pow'r</hi>, what <hi rend="italic">Wisdom</hi>, and
                  what <hi rend="italic">Goodnes</hi> shine?</l>
               <l n="27">And are thy wonders, Lord, by men explor'd,</l>
               <l n="28">And yet creating glory unador'd!</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="29">Creation smiles in various beauty gay,</l>
               <l n="30">While day to night, and night succeeds to day:</l>
               <l n="31">That <hi rend="italic">Wisdom</hi>, which attends <hi rend="italic">Jehovah's</hi> ways,</l>
               <l n="32">Shines most conspicuous in the solar rays:</l>
               <l n="33">Without them, destitute of heat and light,</l>
               <l n="34">This world would be the reign of endless night:</l>
               <pb n="45" facs="pageImages/WP-0045.jpg"/>
               <l n="35">In their excess how would our race complain,</l>
               <l n="36">Abhorring life! how hate its length'ned chain!</l>
               <l n="37">From air adust what num'rous ills would rise?</l>
               <l n="38">What dire contagion taint the burning skies?</l>
               <l n="39">What pestilential vapours, fraught with death,</l>
               <l n="40">Would rise, and overspread the lands beneath?</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="41">Hail, smiling morn, that from the orient main</l>
               <l n="42">Ascending dost adorn the heav'nly plain!</l>
               <l n="43">So rich, so various are thy beauteous dies,</l>
               <l n="44">That spread through all the circuit of the skies,</l>
               <l n="45">That, full of thee, my soul in rapture soars,</l>
               <l n="46">And thy great God, the cause of all adores.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="47">O'er beings infinite his love extends,</l>
               <l n="48">His <hi rend="italic">Wisdom</hi> rules them, and his <hi rend="italic">Pow'r</hi> defends.</l>
               <l n="49">When tasks diurnal tire the human frame,</l>
               <l n="50">The spirits faint, and dim the vital flame,</l>
               <l n="51">Then too that ever active bounty shines,</l>
               <l n="52">Which not infinity of space confines.</l>
               <l n="53">The sable veil, that <hi rend="italic">Night</hi> in silence draws,</l>
               <l n="54">Conceals effects, but shews th' <hi rend="italic">Almighty Cause</hi>;</l>
               <pb n="46" facs="pageImages/WP-0046.jpg"/>
               <l n="55">Night seals in sleep the wide creation fair,</l>
               <l n="56">And all is peaceful but the brow of care.</l>
               <l n="57">Again, gay <hi rend="italic">Phoebus</hi>, as the day before,</l>
               <l n="58">Wakes ev'ry eye, but what shall wake no more;</l>
               <l n="59">Again the face of nature is renew'd,</l>
               <l n="60">Which still appears harmonious, fair, and good.</l>
               <l n="61">May grateful strains salute the smiling morn,</l>
               <l n="62">Before its beams the eastern hills adorn!</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="63">Shall day to day and night to night conspire</l>
               <l n="64">To show the goodness of the Almighty Sire?</l>
               <l n="65">This mental voice shall man regardless hear,</l>
               <l n="66">And never, never raise the filial pray'r?</l>
               <l n="67">To-day, O hearken, nor your folly mourn</l>
               <l n="68">For time mispent, that never will return.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="69">But see the sons of vegetation rise,</l>
               <l n="70">And spread their leafy banners to the skies.</l>
               <l n="71">All-wise Almighty Providence we trace</l>
               <l n="72">In trees, and plants, and all the flow'ry race;</l>
               <l n="73">As clear as in the nobler frame of man,</l>
               <l n="74">All lovely copies of the Maker's plan.</l>
               <pb n="47" facs="pageImages/WP-0047.jpg"/>
               <l n="75">The pow'r the same that forms a ray of light,</l>
               <l n="76">That call'd creation from eternal night.</l>
               <l n="77">"Let there be light," he said: from his profound</l>
               <l n="78">Old <hi rend="italic">Chaos</hi> heard, and trembled at the sound:</l>
               <l n="79">Swift as the word, inspir'd by pow'r divine,</l>
               <l n="80">Behold the light around its maker shine,</l>
               <l n="81">The first fair product of th' omnific God,</l>
               <l n="82">And now through all his works diffus'd abroad.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="83">As reason's pow'rs by day our God disclose,</l>
               <l n="84">So we may trace him in the night's repose:</l>
               <l n="85">Say what is sleep? and dreams how passing strange!</l>
               <l n="86">When action ceases, and ideas range</l>
               <l n="87">Licentious and unbounded o'er the plains,</l>
               <l n="88">Where <hi rend="italic">Fancy's</hi> queen in giddy triumph reigns.</l>
               <l n="89">Hear in soft strains the dreaming lover sigh</l>
               <l n="90">To a kind fair, or rave in jealousy;</l>
               <l n="91">On pleasure now, and now on vengeance bent,</l>
               <l n="92">The lab'ring passions struggle for a vent.</l>
               <l n="93">What pow'r, O man! thy <hi rend="italic">reason</hi> then restores,</l>
               <l n="94">So long suspended in nocturnal hours?</l>
               <pb n="48" facs="pageImages/WP-0048.jpg"/>
               <l n="95">What secret hand returns the mental train,</l>
               <l n="96">And gives improv'd thine active pow'rs again?</l>
               <l n="97">From thee, O man, what gratitude should rise!</l>
               <l n="98">And, when from balmy sleep thou op'st thine eyes,</l>
               <l n="99">Let thy first thoughts be praises to the skies.</l>
               <l n="100">How merciful our God who thus imparts</l>
               <l n="101">O'erflowing tides of joy to human hearts,</l>
               <l n="102">When wants and woes might be our righteous lot,</l>
               <l n="103">Our God forgetting, by our God forgot!</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="104">Among the mental pow'rs a question rose,</l>
               <l n="105">"What most the image of th' Eternal shows?"</l>
               <l n="106">When thus to <hi rend="italic">Reason</hi> (so let <hi rend="italic">Fancy</hi> rove)</l>
               <l n="107">Her great companion spoke immortal <hi rend="italic">Love</hi>.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="108">"Say, mighty pow'r, how long shall strife prevail,</l>
               <l n="109">"And with its murmurs load the whisp'ring gale?</l>
               <l n="110">"Refer the cause to <hi rend="italic">Recollection's</hi> shrine,</l>
               <l n="111">"Who loud proclaims my origin divine,</l>
               <pb n="49" facs="pageImages/WP-0049.jpg"/>
               <l n="112">"The cause whence heav'n and earth began to be,</l>
               <l n="113">"And is not man immortaliz'd by me?</l>
               <l n="114">"<hi rend="italic">Reason</hi> let this most causeless strife
                  subside."</l>
               <l n="115">Thus <hi rend="italic">Love</hi> pronounc'd, and <hi rend="italic">Reason</hi> thus reply'd.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="116">"Thy birth, celestial queen! 'tis mine to own,</l>
               <l n="117">"In thee resplendent is the Godhead shown;</l>
               <l n="118">"Thy words persuade, my soul enraptur'd feels</l>
               <l n="119">"Resistless beauty which thy smile reveals."</l>
               <l n="120">Ardent she spoke, and, kindling at her charms,</l>
               <l n="121">She clasp'd the blooming goddess in her arms.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="122">Infinite <hi rend="italic">Love</hi> where'er we turn our
                  eyes</l>
               <l n="123">Appears: this ev'ry creature's wants supplies;</l>
               <l n="124">This most is heard in <hi rend="italic">Nature's</hi> constant voice,</l>
               <l n="125">This makes the morn, and this the eve rejoice;</l>
               <l n="126">This bids the fost'ring rains and dews descend</l>
               <l n="127">To nourish all, to serve one gen'ral end,</l>
               <pb n="50" facs="pageImages/WP-0050.jpg"/>
               <l n="128">The good of man: yet man ungrateful pays</l>
               <l n="129">But little homage, and but little praise.</l>
               <l n="130">To him, whose works array'd with mercy shine</l>
               <l n="131">What songs should rise, how constant, how divine!</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="51" facs="pageImages/WP-0051.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">To a Lady on the Death of Three Relations.</head>

            <lg>
               <l n="1">WE trace the pow'r of Death from tomb to tomb,</l>
               <l n="2">And his are all the ages yet to come.</l>
               <l n="3">'Tis his to call the planets from on high,</l>
               <l n="4">To blacken <hi rend="italic">Phoebus</hi>, and dissolve the sky;</l>
               <l n="5">His too, when all in his dark realms are hurl'd,</l>
               <l n="6">From its firm base to shake the solid world;</l>
               <l n="7">His fatal sceptre rules the spacious whole,</l>
               <l n="8">And trembling nature rocks from pole to pole.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="9">Awful he moves, and wide his wings are spread:</l>
               <l n="10">Behold thy brother number'd with the dead!</l>
               <l n="11">From bondage freed, the exulting spirit flies</l>
               <l n="12">Beyond <hi rend="italic">Olympus</hi>, and these starry skies.</l>
               <l n="13">Lost in our woe for thee, blest shade, we mourn</l>
               <l n="14">In vain; to earth thou never must return.</l>
               <l n="15">Thy sisters too, fair mourner, feel the dart</l>
               <l n="16">Of Death, and with fresh torture rend thine heart.</l>
               <pb n="52" facs="pageImages/WP-0052.jpg"/>
               <l n="17">Weep not for them, who wish thine happy mind</l>
               <l n="18">To rise with them, and leave the world behind.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="19">As a young plant by hurricanes up torn,</l>
               <l n="20">So near its parent lies the newly born --</l>
               <l n="21">But 'midst the bright ethereal train behold</l>
               <l n="22">It shines superior on a throne of gold:</l>
               <l n="23">Then, mourner, cease; let hope thy tears restrain,</l>
               <l n="24">Smile on the tomb, and sooth the raging pain.</l>
               <l n="25">On yon blest regions fix thy longing view,</l>
               <l n="26">Mindless of sublunary scenes below;</l>
               <l n="27">Ascend the sacred mount, in thought arise,</l>
               <l n="28">And seek substantial, and immortal joys;</l>
               <l n="29">Where hope receives, where faith to vision springs,</l>
               <l n="30">And raptur'd seraphs tune th' immortal strings</l>
               <l n="31">To strains extatic. Thou the chorus join,</l>
               <l n="32">And to thy father tune the praise divine.</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="53" facs="pageImages/WP-0053.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">To a Clergyman on the Death of his Lady.</head>

            <lg>
               <l n="1">WHERE contemplation finds her sacred spring,</l>
               <l n="2">Where heav'nly music makes the arches ring,</l>
               <l n="3">Where virtue reigns unsully'd and divine,</l>
               <l n="4">Where wisdom thron'd, and all the graces shine,</l>
               <l n="5">There sits thy spouse amidst the radiant throng,</l>
               <l n="6">While praise eternal warbles from her tongue;</l>
               <l n="7">There choirs angelic shout her welcome round,</l>
               <l n="8">With perfect bliss, and peerless glory crown'd.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="9">While thy dear mate, to flesh no more confin'd,</l>
               <l n="10">Exults a blest, an heav'n-ascended mind,</l>
               <l n="11">Say in thy breast shall floods of sorrow rise?</l>
               <l n="12">Say shall its torrents overwhelm thine eyes?</l>
               <l n="13">Amid the seats of heav'n a place is free,</l>
               <l n="14">And angels ope their bright ranks for thee;</l>
               <l n="15">For thee they wait, and with expectant eye</l>
               <l n="16">Thy spouse leans downward from th' empyreal sky:</l>
               <pb n="54" facs="pageImages/WP-0054.jpg"/>
               <l n="17">"O come away," her longing spirit cries,</l>
               <l n="18">"And share with me the raptures of the skies.</l>
               <l n="19">"Our bliss divine to mortals is unknown;</l>
               <l n="20">"Immortal life and glory are our own.</l>
               <l n="21">"There too may the dear pledges of our love</l>
               <l n="22">"Arrive, and taste with us the joys above;</l>
               <l n="23">"Attune the harp to more than mortal lays,</l>
               <l n="24">"And join with us the tribute of their praise</l>
               <l n="25">"To him, who dy'd stern justice to atone,</l>
               <l n="27">"And make eternal glory all our own.</l>
               <l n="28">"He in his death slew ours, and, as he rose,</l>
               <l n="29">"He crush'd the dire dominion of our foes;</l>
               <l n="30">"Vain were their hopes to put the God to flight,</l>
               <l n="31">"Chain us to hell, and bar the gates of light."</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="32">She spoke, and turn'd from mortal scenes her eyes,</l>
               <l n="33">Which beam'd celestial radiance o'er the skies.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="34">Then thou dear man, no more with grief retire,</l>
               <l n="35">Let grief no longer damp devotion's fire,</l>
               <l n="36">But rise sublime, to equal bliss aspire.</l>
               <pb n="55" facs="pageImages/WP-0055.jpg"/>
               <l n="37">Thy sighs no more be wafted by the wind,</l>
               <l n="38">No more complain, but be to heav'n resign'd.</l>
               <l n="39">'Twas thine t' unfold the oracles divine,</l>
               <l n="40">To sooth our woes the task was also thine;</l>
               <l n="41">Now sorrow is incumbent on thy heart,</l>
               <l n="42">Permit the muse a cordial to impart;</l>
               <l n="43">Who can to thee their tend'rest aid refuse?</l>
               <l n="44">To dry thy tears how longs the heav'nly muse!</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="56" facs="pageImages/WP-0056.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">An HYMN to the MORNING.</head>

            <lg>
               <l n="1">ATTEND my lays, ye ever honour'd nine,</l>
               <l n="2">Assist my labours, and my strains refine;</l>
               <l n="3">In smoothest numbers pour the notes along,</l>
               <l n="4">For bright <hi rend="italic">Aurora</hi> now demands my song.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="5">
                                <hi rend="italic">Aurora</hi> hail, and all the thousands
                  dies,</l>
               <l n="6">Which deck thy progress through the vaulted skies:</l>
               <l n="7">The morn awakes, and wide extends her rays,</l>
               <l n="8">On ev'ry leaf the gentle zephyr plays;</l>
               <l n="9">Harmonious lays the feather'd race resume,</l>
               <l n="10">Dart the bright eye, and shake the painted plume.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="11">Ye shady groves, your verdant gloom display</l>
               <l n="12">To shield your poet from the burning day:</l>
               <l n="13">
                                <hi rend="italic">Calliope</hi> awake the sacred lyre,</l>
               <l n="14">While thy fair sisters fan the pleasing fire:</l>
               <pb n="57" facs="pageImages/WP-0057.jpg"/>
               <l n="15">The bow'rs, the gales, the variegated skies</l>
               <l n="16">In all their pleasures in my bosom rise.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="17">See in the east th' illustrious king of day!</l>
               <l n="18">His rising radiance drives the shades away --</l>
               <l n="19">But Oh! I feel his fervid beams too strong,</l>
               <l n="20">And scarce begun, concludes th' abortive song.</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="58" facs="pageImages/WP-0058.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">An HYMN to the EVENING.</head>

            <lg>
               <l n="1">SOON as the sun forsook the eastern main</l>
               <l n="2">The pealing thunder shook the heav'nly plain;</l>
               <l n="3">Majestic grandeur! From the zephyr's wing,</l>
               <l n="4">Exhales the incense of the blooming spring.</l>
               <l n="5">Soft purl the streams, the birds renew their notes,</l>
               <l n="6">And through the air their mingled music floats.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="7">Through all the heav'ns what beauteous dies are spread!</l>
               <l n="8">But the west glories in the deepest red:</l>
               <l n="9">So may our breasts with ev'ry virtue glow,</l>
               <l n="10">The living temples of our God below!</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="11">Fill'd with the praise of him who gives the light,</l>
               <l n="12">And draws the sable curtains of the night,</l>
               <pb n="59" facs="pageImages/WP-0059.jpg"/>
               <l n="13">Let placid slumbers sooth each weary mind,</l>
               <l n="14">At morn to wake more heav'nly, more refin'd,</l>
               <l n="15">So shall the labours of the day begin</l>
               <l n="16">More pure, more guarded from the snares of sin.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="17">Night's leaden sceptre seals my drowsy eyes,</l>
               <l n="18">Then cease, my song, till fair <hi rend="italic">Aurora</hi> rise.</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="60" facs="pageImages/WP-0060.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">ISAIAH lxiii. I-8.</head>

            <lg>
               <l n="1">SAY, heav'nly muse, what king or mighty God,</l>
               <l n="2">That moves sublime from <hi rend="italic">Idumea's</hi> road?</l>
               <l n="3">In <hi rend="italic">Bozrah's</hi> dies, with martial glories join'd,</l>
               <l n="4">His purple vesture waves upon the wind.</l>
               <l n="5">Why thus enrob'd delights he to appear</l>
               <l n="6">In the dread image of the <hi rend="italic">Pow'r</hi> of war?</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="7">Compress'd in wrath the swelling wine-press groan'd,</l>
               <l n="8">It bled, and pour'd the gushing purple round.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="9">"Mine was the act," th' Almighty Saviour said,</l>
               <l n="10">And shook the dazzling glories of his head,</l>
               <l n="11">"When all forsook I trod the press alone,</l>
               <l n="12">"And conquer'd by omnipotence my own;</l>
               <l n="13">"For man's release sustain'd the pond'rous load,</l>
               <l n="14">"For man the wrath of an immortal God:</l>
               <pb n="61" facs="pageImages/WP-0061.jpg"/>
               <l n="15">"To execute th' Eternal's dread command</l>
               <l n="16">"My soul I sacrific'd with willing hand;</l>
               <l n="17">"Sinless I stood before the avenging frown,</l>
               <l n="18">"Atoning thus for vices not my own."</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="19">His eye the ample field of battle round</l>
               <l n="20">Survey'd, but no created succours found;</l>
               <l n="21">His own omnipotence sustain'd the fight,</l>
               <l n="22">His vengeance sunk the haughty foes in night;</l>
               <l n="23">Beneath his feet the prostrate troops were spread,</l>
               <l n="24">And round him lay the dying, and the dead.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="25">Great God, what light'ning flashes from thine eyes?</l>
               <l n="26">What pow'r withstands if thou indignant rise?</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="27">Against thy <hi rend="italic">Zion</hi> though her foes may
                  rage,</l>
               <l n="28">And all their cunning, all their strength engage,</l>
               <l n="29">Yet she serenely on thy bosom lies,</l>
               <l n="30">Smiles at their arts, and all their force defies.</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="62" facs="pageImages/WP-0062.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">On RECOLLECTION.</head>

            <lg>
               <l n="1">MNEME begin. Inspire, ye sacred nine,</l>
               <l n="2">Your vent'rous <hi rend="italic">Afric</hi> in her great design.</l>
               <l n="3">
                                <hi rend="italic">Mneme</hi>, immortal pow'r, I trace thy spring:</l>
               <l n="4">Assist my strains, while I thy glories sing:</l>
               <l n="5">The acts of long departed years, by thee</l>
               <l n="6">Recover'd, in due order rang'd we see:</l>
               <l n="7">Thy pow'r the long-forgotten calls from night,</l>
               <l n="8">That sweetly plays before the <hi rend="italic">fancy's</hi> sight.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="9">
                                <hi rend="italic">Mneme</hi> in our nocturnal visions
                  pours</l>
               <l n="10">The ample treasure of her secret stores;</l>
               <l n="11">Swift from above she wings her silent flight</l>
               <l n="12">Through <hi rend="italic">Phoebe's</hi> realms, fair regent of the
                  night;</l>
               <l n="13">And, in her pomp of images display'd,</l>
               <l n="14">To the high-raptur'd poet gives her aid,</l>
               <l n="15">Through the unbounded regions of the mind,</l>
               <l n="16">Diffusing light celestial and refin'd.</l>
               <pb n="63" facs="pageImages/WP-0063.jpg"/>
               <l n="17">The heav'nly <hi rend="italic">phantom</hi> paints the actions done</l>
               <l n="18">By ev'ry tribe beneath the rolling sun.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="19">
                                <hi rend="italic">Mneme</hi>, enthron'd within the human
                  breast,</l>
               <l n="20">Has vice condemn'd, and ev'ry virtue blest.</l>
               <l n="21">How sweet the sound when we her plaudit hear?</l>
               <l n="22">Sweeter than music to the ravish'd ear,</l>
               <l n="23">Sweeter than <hi rend="italic">Maro's</hi> entertaining strains</l>
               <l n="24">Resounding through the groves, and hills, and plains.</l>
               <l n="25">But how is <hi rend="italic">Mneme</hi> dreaded by the race,</l>
               <l n="26">Who scorn her warnings, and despise her grace?</l>
               <l n="27">By her unveil'd each horrid crime appears,</l>
               <l n="28">Her awful hand a cup of wormwood bears.</l>
               <l n="29">Days, years mispent, O what a hell of woe!</l>
               <l n="30">Hers the worst tortures that our souls can know.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="31">Now eighteen years their destin'd course have run,</l>
               <l n="32">In fast succession round the central sun.</l>
               <l n="33">How did the follies of that period pass</l>
               <l n="34">Unnotic'd, but behold them writ in brass!</l>
               <pb n="64" facs="pageImages/WP-0064.jpg"/>
               <l n="35">In Recollection see them fresh return,</l>
               <l n="36">And sure 'tis mine to be asham'd, and mourn.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="37">O <hi rend="italic">Virtue</hi>, smiling in immortal
                  green,</l>
               <l n="38">Do thou exert thy pow'r, and change the scene;</l>
               <l n="39">Be thine employ to guide my future days,</l>
               <l n="40">And mine to pay the tribute of my praise.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="41">Of <hi rend="italic">Recollection</hi> such the pow'r
                  enthron'd</l>
               <l n="42">In ev'ry breast, and thus her pow'r is own'd.</l>
               <l n="43">The wretch, who dar'd the vengeance of the skies,</l>
               <l n="44">At last awakes in horror and surprise,</l>
               <l n="45">By her alarm'd, he sees impending fate,</l>
               <l n="46">He howls in anguish, and repents too late.</l>
               <l n="47">But O! what peace, what joys are hers t' impart</l>
               <l n="48">To ev'ry holy, ev'ry upright heart!</l>
               <l n="49">Thrice blest the man, who, in her sacred shrine,</l>
               <l n="50">Feels himself shelter'd from the wrath divine!</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="65" facs="pageImages/WP-0065.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">On IMAGINATION.</head>

            <lg>
               <l n="1">THY various works, imperial queen, we see,</l>
               <l n="2">How bright their forms! how deck'd with pomp by thee!</l>
               <l n="3">Thy wond'rous acts in beauteous order stand,</l>
               <l n="4">And all attest how potent is thine hand.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="5">From <hi rend="italic">Helicon's</hi> refulgent heights
                  attend,</l>
               <l n="6">Ye sacred choir, and my attempts befriend:</l>
               <l n="7">To tell her glories with a faithful tongue,</l>
               <l n="8">Ye blooming graces, triumph in my song.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="9">Now here, now there, the roving <hi rend="italic">Fancy</hi>
                  flies,</l>
               <l n="10">Till some lov'd object strikes her wand'ring eyes,</l>
               <l n="11">Whose silken fetters all the senses bind,</l>
               <l n="12">And soft captivity involves the mind.</l>
            </lg>
            <pb n="66" facs="pageImages/WP-0066.jpg"/>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="13">
                                <hi rend="italic">Imagination!</hi> who can sing thy
                  force?</l>
               <l n="14">Or who describe the swiftness of thy course?</l>
               <l n="15">Soaring through air to find the bright abode,</l>
               <l n="16">Th' empyreal palace of the thund'ring God,</l>
               <l n="17">We on thy pinions can surpass the wind,</l>
               <l n="18">And leave the rolling universe behind:</l>
               <l n="19">From star to star the mental optics rove,</l>
               <l n="20">Measure the skies, and range the realms above.</l>
               <l n="21">There in one view we grasp the mighty whole,</l>
               <l n="22">Or with new worlds amaze th' unbounded soul.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="23">Though <hi rend="italic">Winter</hi> frowns to <hi rend="italic">Fancy's</hi> raptur'd eyes</l>
               <l n="24">The fields may flourish, and gay scenes arise;</l>
               <l n="25">The frozen deeps may break their iron bands,</l>
               <l n="26">And bid their waters murmur o'er the sands.</l>
               <l n="27">Fair <hi rend="italic">Flora</hi> may resume her fragrant reign,</l>
               <l n="28">And with her flow'ry riches deck the plain;</l>
               <l n="29">
                                <hi rend="italic">Sylvanus</hi> may diffuse his honours round,</l>
               <l n="30">And all the forest may with leaves be crown'd:</l>
               <pb n="67" facs="pageImages/WP-0067.jpg"/>
               <l n="31">Show'rs may descend, and dews their gems disclose,</l>
               <l n="32">And nectar sparkle on the blooming rose.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="33">Such is thy pow'r, nor are thine orders vain,</l>
               <l n="34">O thou the leader of the mental train:</l>
               <l n="35">In full perfection all thy works are wrought,</l>
               <l n="36">And thine the sceptre o'er the realms of thought.</l>
               <l n="37">Before thy throne the subject-passions bow,</l>
               <l n="38">Of subject-passions sov'reign ruler Thou;</l>
               <l n="39">At thy command joy rushes on the heart,</l>
               <l n="40">And through the glowing veins the spirits dart.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="41">
                                <hi rend="italic">Fancy</hi> might now her silken pinions
                  try</l>
               <l n="42">To rise from earth, and sweep th' expanse on high;</l>
               <l n="43">From <hi rend="italic">Tithon's</hi> bed now might <hi rend="italic">Aurora</hi> rise,</l>
               <l n="44">Her cheeks all glowing with celestial dies,</l>
               <l n="45">While a pure stream of light o'erflows the skies.</l>
               <l n="46">The monarch of the day I might behold,</l>
               <l n="47">And all the mountains tipt with radiant gold,</l>
               <pb n="68" facs="pageImages/WP-0068.jpg"/>
               <l n="48">But I reluctant leave the pleasing views,</l>
               <l n="49">Which <hi rend="italic">Fancy</hi> dresses to delight the <hi rend="italic">Muse;</hi>
                            </l>
               <l n="50">
                                <hi rend="italic">Winter</hi> austere forbids me to aspire,</l>
               <l n="51">And northern tempests damp the rising fire;</l>
               <l n="52">They chill the tides of <hi rend="italic">Fancy's</hi> flowing sea,</l>
               <l n="53">Cease then, my song, cease the unequal lay.</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="69" facs="pageImages/WP-0069.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">A Funeral POEM on the Death of C. E. an Infant of Twelve
               Months.</head>

            <lg>
               <l n="1">THROUGH airy roads he wings his instant flight</l>
               <l n="2">To purer regions of celestial light;</l>
               <l n="3">Enlarg'd he sees unnumber'd systems roll,</l>
               <l n="4">Beneath him sees the universal whole,</l>
               <l n="5">Planets on planets run their destin'd round,</l>
               <l n="6">And circling wonders fill the vast profound.</l>
               <l n="7">Th' ethereal now, and now th' empyreal skies</l>
               <l n="8">With growing splendors strike his wond'ring eyes:</l>
               <l n="9">The angels view him with delight unknown,</l>
               <l n="10">Press his soft hand, and seat him on his throne;</l>
               <l n="11">Then smiling thus. "To this divine abode,</l>
               <l n="12">"The seat of saints, of seraphs, and of God,</l>
               <l n="13">"Thrice welcome thou." The raptur'd babe replies,</l>
               <l n="14">"Thanks to my God, who snatch'd me to the skies,</l>
               <pb n="70" facs="pageImages/WP-0070.jpg"/>
               <l n="15">"E'er vice triumphant had possess'd my heart,</l>
               <l n="16">"E'er yet the tempter had beguil'd my heart,</l>
               <l n="17">"E'er yet on sin's base actions I was bent,</l>
               <l n="18">"E'er yet I knew temptation's dire intent;</l>
               <l n="19">"E'er yet the lash for horrid crimes I felt,</l>
               <l n="20">"E'er vanity had led my way to guilt,</l>
               <l n="21">"But, soon arriv'd at my celestial goal,</l>
               <l n="22">"Full glories rush on my expanding soul."</l>
               <l n="23">Joyful he spoke: exulting cherubs round</l>
               <l n="24">Clapt their glad wings, the heav'nly vaults resound.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="25">Say, parents, why this unavailing moan?</l>
               <l n="26">Why heave your pensive bosoms with the groan?</l>
               <l n="27">To <hi rend="italic">Charles</hi>, the happy subject of my song,</l>
               <l n="28">A brighter world, and nobler strains belong.</l>
               <l n="29">Say would you tear him from the realms above</l>
               <l n="30">By thoughtless wishes, and prepost'rous love?</l>
               <l n="31">Doth his felicity increase your pain?</l>
               <l n="32">Or could you welcome to this world again</l>
               <l n="33">The heir of bliss? with a superior air</l>
               <l n="34">Methinks he answers with a smile severe,</l>
               <l n="35">"Thrones and dominions cannot tempt me there."</l>
            </lg>
            <pb n="71" facs="pageImages/WP-0071.jpg"/>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="36">But still you cry, "Can we the sigh forbear,</l>
               <l n="37">"And still and still must we not pour the tear?</l>
               <l n="38">"Our only hope, more dear than vital breath,</l>
               <l n="39">"Twelve moons revolv'd, becomes the prey of death;</l>
               <l n="40">"Delightful infant, nightly visions give</l>
               <l n="41">"Thee to our arms, and we with joy receive,</l>
               <l n="42">"We fain would clasp the <hi rend="italic">Phantom</hi> to our breast,</l>
               <l n="43">"The <hi rend="italic">Phantom</hi> flies, and leaves the soul
                  unblest."</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="44">To yon bright regions let your faith ascend,</l>
               <l n="45">Prepare to join your dearest infant friend</l>
               <l n="46">In pleasures without measure, without end.</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="72" facs="pageImages/WP-0072.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">To Captain H----D, of the 65th Regiment.</head>


            <l n="1">SAY, muse divine, can hostile scenes delight</l>
            <l n="2">The warrior's bosom in the fields of fight?</l>
            <l n="3">Lo! here the christian and the hero join</l>
            <l n="4">With mutual grace to form the man divine.</l>
            <l n="5">In H----D see with pleasure and surprize,</l>
            <l n="6">Where <hi rend="italic">valour</hi> kindles, and where <hi rend="italic">virtue</hi> lies:</l>
            <l n="7">Go, hero brave, still grace the post of fame,</l>
            <l n="8">And add new glories to thine honour'd name,</l>
            <l n="9">Still to the field, and still to virtue true:</l>
            <l n="10">
                            <hi rend="italic">Britannia</hi> glories in no son like you.</l>

         </div>
         <div type="poem" met="heroic couplets">
            <pb n="73" facs="pageImages/WP-0073.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">To the Right Honourable WILLLAM, Earl of DARTMOUTH, His Majesty's
               Principal Secretary of State for North America, &amp;c.</head>

            <lg>
               <l n="1">HAIL, happy day, when, smiling like the morn,</l>
               <l n="2">Fair <hi rend="italic">Freedom</hi> rose <hi rend="italic">New-England</hi>
                  to adorn:</l>
               <l n="3">The northern clime beneath her genial ray,</l>
               <l n="4">
                                <hi rend="italic">Dartmouth</hi>, congratulates thy blissful sway:</l>
               <l n="5">Elate with hope her race no longer mourns,</l>
               <l n="6">Each soul expands, each grateful bosom burns,</l>
               <l n="7">While in thine hand with pleasure we behold</l>
               <l n="8">The silken reins, and <hi rend="italic">Freedom's</hi> charms unfold.</l>
               <l n="9">Long lost to realms beneath the northern skies</l>
               <l n="10">She shines supreme, while hated <hi rend="italic">faction</hi> dies:</l>
               <l n="11">Soon as appear'd the <hi rend="italic">Goddess</hi> long desir'd,</l>
               <l n="12">Sick at the view, she languish'd and expir'd;</l>
               <l n="13">Thus from the splendors of the morning light</l>
               <l n="14">The owl in sadness seeks the caves of night.</l>
            </lg>
            <pb n="74" facs="pageImages/WP-0074.jpg"/>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent">No more, <hi rend="italic">America</hi>, in mournful strain</l>
               <l n="15">Of wrongs, and grievance unredress'd complain,</l>
               <l n="16">No longer shall thou dread the iron chain,</l>
               <l n="17">Which wanton <hi rend="italic">Tyranny</hi> with lawless hand</l>
               <l n="18">Had made, and with it meant t' enslave the land.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent">Should you, my lord, while you peruse my song,</l>
               <l n="19">Wonder from whence my love of <hi rend="italic">Freedom</hi> sprung,</l>
               <l n="20">Whence flow these wishes for the common good,</l>
               <l n="21">By feeling hearts alone best understood,</l>
               <l n="22">I, young in life, by seeming cruel fate</l>
               <l n="23">Was snatch'd from <hi rend="italic">Afric's</hi> fancy'd happy seat:</l>
               <l n="24">What pangs excruciating must molest,</l>
               <l n="25">What sorrows labour in my parent's breast?</l>
               <l n="26">Steel'd was that soul and by no misery mov'd</l>
               <l n="27">That from a father seiz'd his babe belov'd:</l>
               <l n="28">Such, such my case. And can I then but pray</l>
               <l n="29">Others may never feel tyrannic sway?</l>
            </lg>
            <pb n="75" facs="pageImages/WP-0075.jpg"/>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent">For favours past, great Sir, our thanks are due,</l>
               <l n="30">And thee we ask thy favours to renew,</l>
               <l n="31">Since in thy pow'r, as in thy will before,</l>
               <l n="32">To sooth the griefs, which thou did'st once deplore.</l>
               <l n="33">May heav'nly grace the sacred sanction give</l>
               <l n="34">To all thy works, and thou for ever live</l>
               <l n="35">Not only on the wings of fleeting <hi rend="italic">Fame</hi>,</l>
               <l n="36">Though praise immortal crowns the patriot's name,</l>
               <l n="37">But to conduct to heav'ns refulgent fane,</l>
               <l n="38">May fiery coursers sweep th' ethereal plain,</l>
               <l n="39">And bear thee upwards to that blest abode,</l>
               <l n="40">Where, like the prophet, thou shalt find thy God.</l>
            </lg>

         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="76" facs="pageImages/WP-0076.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">ODE TO NEPTUNE.</head>
            <opener>On Mrs. W--'s Voyage to England.</opener>

            <lg>
               <head type="verse">I.</head>
               <l n="1">WHILE raging tempests shake the shore,</l>
               <l n="2">While <hi rend="italic">AE'lus'</hi> thunders round us roar,</l>
               <l n="3">And sweep impetuous o'er the plain</l>
               <l n="4">Be still, O tyrant of the main;</l>
               <l n="5">Nor let thy brow contracted frowns betray,</l>
               <l n="6">While my <hi rend="italic">Susannah</hi> skims the wat'ry way.</l>
            </lg>

            <lg>
               <head type="verse">II.</head>
               <l n="7">The <hi rend="italic">Pow'r</hi> propitious hears the lay,</l>
               <l n="8">The blue-ey'd daughters of the sea</l>
               <l n="9">With sweeter cadence glide along,</l>
               <l n="10">And <hi rend="italic">Thames</hi> responsive joins the song.</l>
               <l n="11">Pleas'd with their notes <hi rend="italic">Sol</hi> sheds benign his
                  ray,</l>
               <l n="12">And double radiance decks the face of day.</l>
            </lg>
            <pb n="77" facs="pageImages/WP-0077.jpg"/>
            <lg>
               <head type="verse">III.</head>
               <l n="13">To court thee to <hi rend="italic">Britannia's</hi> arms</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="14">Serene the climes and mild the sky,</l>
               <l n="15">Her region boasts unnumber'd charms,</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="16">Thy welcome smiles in ev'ry eye.</l>
               <l n="17">Thy promise, <hi rend="italic">Neptune</hi> keep, record my pray'r,</l>
               <l n="18">Nor give my wishes to the empty air.</l>
            </lg>
            <closer>
                            <hi rend="italic">Boston, October</hi> 10, 1772.</closer>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">


            <pb n="78" facs="pageImages/WP-0078.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">To a LADY on her coming to North-America with her Son, for the
               Recovery of her Health.</head>

            <lg>
               <l n="1">INdulgent muse! my grov'ling mind inspire,</l>
               <l n="2">And fill my bosom with celestial fire.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="3">See from <hi rend="italic">Jamaica's</hi> fervid shore she
                  moves,</l>
               <l n="4">Like the fair mother of the blooming loves,</l>
               <l n="5">When from above the <hi rend="italic">Goddess</hi> with her hand</l>
               <l n="6">Fans the soft breeze, and lights upon the land;</l>
               <l n="7">Thus she on <hi rend="italic">Neptune's</hi> wat'ry realm reclin'd</l>
               <l n="8">Appear'd, and thus invites the ling'ring wind.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="9">"Arise, ye winds, <hi rend="italic">America</hi> explore,</l>
               <l n="10">"Waft me, ye gales, from this malignant shore;</l>
               <l n="11">"The <hi rend="italic">Northern</hi> milder climes I long to greet,</l>
               <l n="12">"There hope that health will my arrival meet."</l>
               <l n="13">Soon as she spoke in my ideal view</l>
               <l n="14">The winds assented, and the vessel flew.</l>
            </lg>
            <pb n="79" facs="pageImages/WP-0079.jpg"/>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="15">Madam, your spouse bereft of wife and son,</l>
               <l n="16">In the grove's dark recesses pours his moan;</l>
               <l n="17">Each branch, wide-spreading to the ambient sky,</l>
               <l n="18">Forgets its verdure, and submits to die.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="19">From thence I turn, and leave the sultry plain,</l>
               <l n="20">And swift pursue thy passage o'er the main:</l>
               <l n="21">The ship arrives before the fav'ring wind,</l>
               <l n="22">And makes the <hi rend="italic">Philadelphian</hi> port assign'd,</l>
               <l n="23">Thence I attend you to <hi rend="italic">Bostonia's</hi> arms,</l>
               <l n="24">Where gen'rous friendship ev'ry bosom warms:</l>
               <l n="25">Thrice welcome here! may health revive again,</l>
               <l n="26">Bloom on thy cheek, and bound in ev'ry vein!</l>
               <l n="27">Then back return to gladden ev'ry heart,</l>
               <l n="28">And give your spouse his soul's far dearer part,</l>
               <l n="29">Receiv'd again with what a sweet surprize,</l>
               <l n="30">The tear in transport starting from his eyes!</l>
               <l n="31">While his attendant son with blooming grace</l>
               <l n="32">Springs to his father's ever dear embrace.</l>
               <l n="33">With shouts of joy <hi rend="italic">Jamaica's</hi> rocks resound,</l>
               <l n="34">With shouts of joy the country rings around.</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="80" facs="pageImages/WP-0080.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">To a LADY on her remarkable Preservation in an Hurricane in <hi rend="italic">North-Carolina.</hi>
                        </head>

            <lg>
               <l n="1">THOUGH thou did'st hear the tempest from afar,</l>
               <l n="2">And felt'st the horrors of the wat'ry war,</l>
               <l n="3">To me unknown, yet on this peaceful shore</l>
               <l n="4">Methinks I hear the storm tumultuous roar,</l>
               <l n="5">And how stern <hi rend="italic">Boreas</hi> with impetuous hand</l>
               <l n="6">Compell'd the <hi rend="italic">Nereids</hi> to usurp the land.</l>
               <l n="7">Reluctant rose the daughters of the main,</l>
               <l n="8">And slow ascending glided o'er the plain,</l>
               <l n="9">Till <hi rend="italic">AEolus</hi> in his rapid chariot drove</l>
               <l n="10">In gloomy grandeur from the vault above:</l>
               <l n="11">Furious he comes. His winged sons obey</l>
               <l n="12">Their frantic sire, and madden all the sea.</l>
               <l n="13">The billows rave, the wind's fierce tyrant roars,</l>
               <l n="14">And with his thund'ring terrors shakes the shores:</l>
               <l n="15">Broken by waves the vessel's frame is rent,</l>
               <l n="16">And strows with planks the wat'ry element.</l>
            </lg>
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            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="17">But thee, <hi rend="italic">Maria</hi>, a kind <hi rend="italic">Nereid's</hi> shield</l>
               <l n="18">Preserv'd from sinking, and thy form upheld:</l>
               <l n="19">And sure some heav'nly oracle design'd</l>
               <l n="20">At that dread crisis to instruct thy mind</l>
               <l n="21">Things of eternal consequence to weigh,</l>
               <l n="22">And to thine heart just feelings to convey</l>
               <l n="23">Of things above, and of the future doom,</l>
               <l n="24">And what the births of the dread world to come.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="25">From tossing seas I welcome thee to land.</l>
               <l n="26">"Resign her, <hi rend="italic">Nereid</hi>," 'twas thy God's command.</l>
               <l n="27">Thy spouse late buried, as thy fears conceiv'd,</l>
               <l n="28">Again returns, thy fears are all reliev'd:</l>
               <l n="29">Thy daughter blooming with superior grace</l>
               <l n="30">Again thou see'st, again thine arms embrace;</l>
               <l n="31">O come, and joyful show thy spouse his heir,</l>
               <l n="32">And what the blessings of maternal care!</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">

            <pb n="82" facs="pageImages/WP-0082.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">To a LADY and her Children, on the Death of her Son and their
               Brother.</head>

            <lg>
               <l n="1">O'Erwhelming sorrow now demands my song:</l>
               <l n="2">From death the overwhelming sorrow sprung.</l>
               <l n="3">What flowing tears? What hearts with grief opprest?</l>
               <l n="4">What sighs on sighs heave the fond parent's breast?</l>
               <l n="5">The brother weeps, the hapless sisters join</l>
               <l n="6">Th' increasing woe, and swell the crystal brine;</l>
               <l n="7">The poor, who once his gen'rous bounty fed,</l>
               <l n="8">Droop, and bewail their benefactor dead.</l>
               <l n="9">In death the friend, the kind companion lies,</l>
               <l n="10">And in one death what various comfort dies!</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="11">Th' unhappy mother sees the sanguine rill</l>
               <l n="12">Forget to flow, and nature's wheels stand still,</l>
               <l n="13">But see from earth his spirit far remov'd,</l>
               <l n="14">And know no grief recals your best-belov'd:</l>
               <pb n="83" facs="pageImages/WP-0083.jpg"/>
               <l n="15">He, upon pinions swifter than the wind,</l>
               <l n="16">Has left mortality's sad scenes behind</l>
               <l n="17">For joys to this terrestrial state unknown,</l>
               <l n="18">And glories richer than the monarch's crown.</l>
               <l n="19">Of virtue's steady course the prize behold!</l>
               <l n="20">What blissful wonders to his mind unfold!</l>
               <l n="21">But of celestial joys I sing in vain:</l>
               <l n="22">Attempt not, muse, the too advent'rous strain.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="23">No more in briny show'rs, ye friends around,</l>
               <l n="24">Or bathe his clay, or waste them on the ground:</l>
               <l n="25">Still do you weep, still wish for his return?</l>
               <l n="26">How cruel thus to wish, and thus to mourn?</l>
               <l n="27">No more for him the streams of sorrow pour,</l>
               <l n="28">But haste to join him on the heav'nly shore,</l>
               <l n="29">On harps of gold to tune immortal lays,</l>
               <l n="30">And to your God immortal anthems raise.</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="84" facs="pageImages/WP-0084.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">To a GENTLEMAN and LADY on the Death of the Lady's Brother and
               Sister, and a Child of the Name <hi rend="italic">Avis</hi>, aged one Year.</head>

            <lg>
               <l n="1">ON <hi rend="italic">Death's</hi> domain intent I fix my eyes,</l>
               <l n="2">Where human nature in vast ruin lies,</l>
               <l n="3">With pensive mind I search the drear abode,</l>
               <l n="4">Where the great conqu'ror has his spoils bestow'd;</l>
               <l n="5">There there the offspring of six thousand years</l>
               <l n="6">In endless numbers to my view appears:</l>
               <l n="7">Whole kingdoms in his gloomy den are thrust,</l>
               <l n="8">And nations mix with their primeval dust:</l>
               <l n="9">Insatiate still he gluts the ample tomb;</l>
               <l n="10">His is the present, his the age to come</l>
               <l n="11">See here a brother, here a sister spread,</l>
               <l n="12">And a sweet daughter mingled with the dead.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="13">But, <hi rend="italic">Madam</hi>, let your grief be laid
                  aside,</l>
               <l n="14">And let the fountain of your tears be dry'd,</l>
               <l n="15">In vain they flow to wet the dusty plain,</l>
               <l n="16">Your sighs are wafted to the skies in vain,</l>
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               <l n="17">Your pains they witness, but they can no more,</l>
               <l n="18">While <hi rend="italic">Death</hi> reigns tyrant o'er this mortal
                  shore.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent">The glowing stars and silver queen of light</l>
               <l n="19">At last must perish in the gloom of night:</l>
               <l n="20">Resign thy friends to that Almighty hand,</l>
               <l n="21">Which gave them life, and bow to his command;</l>
               <l n="22">Thine <hi rend="italic">Avis</hi> give without a murm'ring heart,</l>
               <l n="23">Though half thy soul be fated to depart.</l>
               <l n="24">To shining guards consign thine infant care</l>
               <l n="25">To waft triumphant through the seas of air:</l>
               <l n="26">Her soul enlarg'd to heav'nly pleasure springs,</l>
               <l n="27">She feeds on truth and uncreated things.</l>
               <l n="28">Methinks I hear her in the realms above,</l>
               <l n="29">And leaning forward with a filial love,</l>
               <l n="30">Invite you there to share immortal bliss</l>
               <l n="31">Unknown, untasted in a state like this.</l>
               <l n="32">With tow'ring hopes, and growing grace arise,</l>
               <l n="33">And seek beatitude beyond the skies.</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div type="poem" met="heroic couplets">

            <pb n="86" facs="pageImages/WP-0086.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">On the Death of Dr. SAMUEL MARSHALL.</head>
            <opener>1771.</opener>

            <lg>
               <l n="1">THROUGH thickest glooms look back, immortal shade,</l>
               <l n="2">On that confusion which thy death has made;</l>
               <l n="3">Or from <hi rend="italic">Olympus'</hi> height look down, and see</l>
               <l n="4">A <hi rend="italic">Town</hi> involv'd in grief bereft of thee.</l>
               <l n="5">Thy <hi rend="italic">Lucy</hi> sees thee mingle with the dead,</l>
               <l n="6">And rends the graceful tresses from her head,</l>
               <l n="7">Wild in her woe, with grief unknown opprest</l>
               <l n="8">Sigh follows sigh deep heaving from her breast.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="9">Too quickly fled, ah! whither art thou gone?</l>
               <l n="10">Ah! lost for ever to thy wife and son!</l>
               <l n="11">The hapless child, thine only hope and heir,</l>
               <l n="12">Clings round his mother's neck, and weeps his sorrows there.</l>
               <l n="13">The loss of thee on <hi rend="italic">Tyler's</hi> soul returns,</l>
               <l n="14">And <hi rend="italic">Boston</hi> for her dear physician mourns.</l>
            </lg>
            <pb n="87" facs="pageImages/WP-0087.jpg"/>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="15">When sickness call'd for <hi rend="italic">Marshall's</hi>
                  healing hand,</l>
               <l n="16">With what compassion did his soul expand?</l>
               <l n="17">In him we found the father and the friend:</l>
               <l n="18">In life how lov'd! how honour'd in his end!</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="19">And must not then our <hi rend="italic">AEsculapius</hi>
                  stay</l>
               <l n="20">To bring his ling'ring infant into day?</l>
               <l n="21">The babe unborn in the dark womb is tost,</l>
               <l n="22">And seems in anguish for its father lost.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="23">Gone is <hi rend="italic">Apollo</hi> from his house of
                  earth,</l>
               <l n="24">But leaves the sweet memorials of his worth:</l>
               <l n="25">The common parent, whom we all deplore,</l>
               <l n="26">From yonder world unseen must come no more,</l>
               <l n="27">Yet 'midst our woes immortal hopes attend</l>
               <l n="28">The spouse, the sire, the universal friend.</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">

            <pb n="88" facs="pageImages/WP-0088.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">To a GENTLEMAN on his Voyage to <hi rend="italic">Great-Britain</hi>
               for the Recovery of his Health.</head>

            <lg>
               <l n="1">WHILE others chant of gay <hi rend="italic">Elysian</hi> scenes,</l>
               <l n="2">Of balmy zephyrs, and of flow'ry plains,</l>
               <l n="3">My song more happy speaks a greater name,</l>
               <l n="4">Feels higher motives and a nobler flame.</l>
               <l n="5">For thee, OR --, the muse attunes her strings,</l>
               <l n="6">And mounts sublime above inferior things.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="7">I sing not now of green embow'ring woods,</l>
               <l n="8">I sing not now the daughters of the floods,</l>
               <l n="9">I sing not of the storms o'er ocean driv'n,</l>
               <l n="10">And how they howl'd along the waste of heav'n.</l>
               <l n="11">But I to R -- would paint the <hi rend="italic">British</hi> shore,</l>
               <l n="12">And vast <hi rend="italic">Atlantic</hi>, not untry'd before:</l>
               <l n="13">Thy life impair'd commands thee to arise,</l>
               <l n="14">Leave these bleak regions and inclement skies,</l>
               <l n="15">Where chilling winds return the winter past,</l>
               <l n="16">And nature shudders at the furious blast.</l>
            </lg>
            <pb n="89" facs="pageImages/WP-0089.jpg"/>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="17">O thou stupendous, earth-enclosing main</l>
               <l n="18">Exert thy wonders to the world again!</l>
               <l n="19">If ere thy pow'r prolong'd the fleeting breath,</l>
               <l n="20">Turn'd back the shafts, and mock'd the gates of death,</l>
               <l n="21">If ere thine air dispens'd an healing pow'r,</l>
               <l n="22">Or snatch'd the victim from the fatal hour,</l>
               <l n="23">This equal case demands thine equal care,</l>
               <l n="24">And equal wonders may this patient share.</l>
               <l n="25">But unavailing, frantic is the dream</l>
               <l n="26">To hope thine aid without the aid of him</l>
               <l n="27">Who gave thee birth, and taught thee where to flow,</l>
               <l n="28">And in thy waves his various blessings show.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="29">May R-- return to view his native shore</l>
               <l n="30">Replete with vigour not his own before,</l>
               <l n="31">Then shall we see with pleasure and surprize,</l>
               <l n="32">And own thy work, great Ruler of the skies!</l>
            </lg>
         </div>

         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="90" facs="pageImages/WP-0090.jpg"/>


            <head type="title">To the Rev. DR. THOMAS AMORY on reading his Sermons on DAILY
               DEVOTION, in which that Duty is recommended and assisted.</head>
            <lg>
               <l n="1">TO cultivate in ev'ry noble mind</l>
               <l n="2">Habitual grace, and sentiments refin'd,</l>
               <l n="2">Thus while you strive to mend the human heart,</l>
               <l n="2">Thus while the heav'nly precepts you impart,</l>
               <l n="2">O may each bosom catch the sacred fire,</l>
               <l n="2">And youthful minds to Virtue's throne aspire!</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="2">When God's eternal ways you set in sight,</l>
               <l n="2">And Virtue shines in all her native light,</l>
               <l n="2">In vain would Vice her works in night conceal,</l>
               <l n="2">For Wisdom's eye pervades the sable veil.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="2">Artists may paint the sun's effulgent rays,</l>
               <l n="2">But Amory's pen the brighter God displays:</l>
               <l n="2">While his great works in Amory's pages shine,</l>
               <l n="2">And while he proves his essence all divine,</l>
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               <l n="2">The Atheist sure no more can boast aloud</l>
               <l n="2">Of chance, or nature, and exclude the God;</l>
               <l n="2">As if the clay without the potter's aid</l>
               <l n="2">Should rise in various forms, and shapes self-made,</l>
               <l n="2">Or worlds above with orb o'er orb profound</l>
               <l n="2">Self-mov'd could run the everlasting round.</l>
               <l n="2">It cannot be unerring Wisdom guides</l>
               <l n="2">With eye propitious, and o'er all presides.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="2">Still prosper, Amory! still may'st thou receive</l>
               <l n="2">The warmest blessings which a muse can give,</l>
               <l n="2">And when this transitory state is o'er,</l>
               <l n="2">When kingdoms fall, and fleeting Fame's no more,</l>
               <l n="2">May Amory triumph in immortal fame,</l>
               <l n="2">A nobler title, and superior name!</l>
            </lg>
         </div>

         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="92" facs="pageImages/WP-0092.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">On the Death of J. C. an Infant.</head>

            <lg>
               <l n="1">NO more the flow'ry scenes of pleasure rise,</l>
               <l n="2">Nor charming prospects greet the mental eyes,</l>
               <l n="3">No more with joy we view that lovely face</l>
               <l n="4">Smiling, disportive, flush'd with ev'ry grace.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="5">The tear of sorrow flows from ev'ry eye,</l>
               <l n="6">Groans answer groans, and sighs to sighs reply;</l>
               <l n="7">What sudden pangs shot thro' each aching heart,</l>
               <l n="8">When, <hi rend="italic">Death</hi>, thy messenger dispatch'd his dart?</l>
               <l n="9">Thy dread attendants, all-destroying <hi rend="italic">Pow'r</hi>,</l>
               <l n="10">Hurried the infant to his mortal hour.</l>
               <l n="11">Could'st thou unpitying close those radiant eyes?</l>
               <l n="12">Or fail'd his artless beauties to surprize?</l>
               <l n="13">Could not his innocence thy stroke controul,</l>
               <l n="14">Thy purpose shake, and soften all thy soul?</l>
            </lg>
            <pb n="93" facs="pageImages/WP-0093.jpg"/>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="15">The blooming babe, with shades of <hi rend="italic">Death</hi> o'erspread,</l>
               <l n="16">No more shall smile, no more shall raise its head,</l>
               <l n="17">But, like a branch that from the tree is torn,</l>
               <l n="18">Falls prostrate, wither'd, languid, and forlorn.</l>
               <l n="19">"Where flies my <hi rend="italic">James</hi>?" 'tis thus I seem to hear</l>
               <l n="20">The parent ask, "Some angel tell me where</l>
               <l n="21">"He wings his passage thro' the yielding air?"</l>
               <l n="22">Methinks a cherub bending from the skies</l>
               <l n="23">Observes the question, and serene replies,</l>
               <l n="24">"In heav'ns high palaces your babe appears:</l>
               <l n="25">"Prepare to meet him, and dismiss your tears."</l>
               <l n="26">Shall not th' intelligence your grief restrain,</l>
               <l n="27">And turn the mournful to the chearful strain?</l>
               <l n="28">Cease your complaints, suspend each rising sigh,</l>
               <l n="29">Cease to accuse the Ruler of the sky.</l>
               <l n="30">Parents, no more indulge the falling tear:</l>
               <l n="31">Let <hi rend="italic">Faith</hi> to heav'n's refulgent domes repair,</l>
               <l n="32">There see your infant, like a seraph glow:</l>
               <l n="33">What charms celestial in his numbers flow</l>
               <pb n="94" facs="pageImages/WP-0094.jpg"/>
               <l n="34">Melodious, while the soul-enchanting strain</l>
               <l n="35">Dwells on his tongue, and fills th' ethereal plain?</l>
               <l n="36">Enough -- for ever cease your murm'ring breath;</l>
               <l n="37">Not as a foe, but friend converse with <hi rend="italic">Death</hi>,</l>
               <l n="38">Since to the port of happiness unknown</l>
               <l n="39">He brought that treasure which you call your own.</l>
               <l n="40">The gift of heav'n intrusted to your hand</l>
               <l n="41">Chearful resign at the divine command:</l>
               <l n="42">Not at your bar must sov'reign <hi rend="italic">Wisdom</hi> stand.</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <head type="title">An HYMN to HUMANITY.</head>
            <opener>To S. P. G. Esq;</opener>

            <lg>
               <head type="verse">I.</head>
               <l n="1">LO! for this dark terrestrial ball</l>
               <l n="2">Forsakes his azure-paved hall</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="3">A prince of heav'nly birth!</l>
               <l n="4">Divine <hi rend="italic">Humanity</hi> behold.</l>
               <l n="5">What wonders rise, what charms unfold</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="6">At his descent to earth!</l>
            </lg>

            <lg>
               <head type="verse">II.</head>
               <l n="7">The bosoms of the great and good</l>
               <l n="8">With wonder and delight he view'd,</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="9">And fix'd his empire there:</l>
               <l n="10">Him, close compressing to his breast,</l>
               <l n="11">The sire of gods and men address'd,</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="12">"My son, my heav'nly fair!</l>
            </lg>
            <pb n="96" facs="pageImages/WP-0096.jpg"/>
            <lg>
               <head type="verse">III.</head>
               <l n="13">"Descend to earth, there place thy throne;</l>
               <l n="14">"To succour man's afflicted son</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="15">"Each human heart inspire:</l>
               <l n="16">"To act in bounties unconfin'd</l>
               <l n="17">"Enlarge the close contracted mind,</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="18">"And fill it with thy fire."</l>
            </lg>

            <lg>
               <head type="verse">IV.</head>
               <l n="19">Quick as the word, with swift career</l>
               <l n="20">He wings his course from star to star,</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="21">And leaves the bright abode.</l>
               <l n="22">The <hi rend="italic">Virtue</hi> did his charms impart;</l>
               <l n="23">Their G--y! then thy raptur'd heart</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="24">Perceiv'd the rushing God:</l>
            </lg>

            <lg>
               <head type="verse">V.</head>
               <l n="25">For when thy pitying eye did see</l>
               <l n="26">The languid muse in low degree,</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="27">Then, then at thy desire</l>
               <l n="28">Descended the celestial nine;</l>
               <l n="29">O'er me methought they deign'd to shine,</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="30">And deign'd to string my lyre.</l>
            </lg>
            <pb n="97" facs="pageImages/WP-0097.jpg"/>
            <lg>
               <head type="verse">VI.</head>
               <l n="31">Can <hi rend="italic">Afric's</hi> muse forgetful prove?</l>
               <l n="32">Or can such friendship fail to move</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="33">A tender human heart?</l>
               <l n="34">Immortal <hi rend="italic">Friendship</hi> laurel-crown'd</l>
               <l n="35">The smiling <hi rend="italic">Graces</hi> all surround</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="36">With ev'ry heav'nly <hi rend="italic">Art</hi>.</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="98" facs="pageImages/WP-0098.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">To the Honourable T. H. Esq; on the Deathof his Daughter.</head>

            <lg>
               <l n="1">WHILE deep you mourn beneath the cypress-shade</l>
               <l n="2">The hand of Death, and your dear daughter laid</l>
               <l n="3">In dust, whose absence gives your tears to flow,</l>
               <l n="4">And racks your bosom with incessant woe,</l>
               <l n="5">Let <hi rend="italic">Recollection</hi> take a tender part,</l>
               <l n="6">Assuage the raging tortures of your heart,</l>
               <l n="7">Still the wild tempest of tumultuous grief,</l>
               <l n="8">And pour the heav'nly nectar of relief:</l>
               <l n="9">Suspend the sigh, dear Sir, and check the groan,</l>
               <l n="10">Divinely bright your daughter's <hi rend="italic">Virtues</hi> shone:</l>
               <l n="11">How free from scornful pride her gentle mind,</l>
               <l n="12">Which ne'er its aid to indigence declin'd!</l>
               <l n="13">Expanding free, it sought the means to prove</l>
               <l n="14">Unfailing charity, unbounded love!</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="15">She unreluctant flies to see no more</l>
               <l n="16">Her dear-lov'd parents on earth's dusky shore:</l>
               <pb n="99" facs="pageImages/WP-0099.jpg"/>
               <l n="17">Impatient heav'n's resplendent goal to gain,</l>
               <l n="18">She with swift progress cuts the azure plain,</l>
               <l n="19">Where grief subsides, where changes are no more,</l>
               <l n="20">And life's tumultuous billows cease to roar;</l>
               <l n="21">She leaves her earthly mansion for the skies,</l>
               <l n="22">Where new creations feast her wond'ring eyes.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="23">To heav'n's high mandate chearfully resign'd</l>
               <l n="24">She mounts, and leaves the rolling globe behind;</l>
               <l n="25">She, who late wish'd that <hi rend="italic">Leonard</hi> might return,</l>
               <l n="26">Has ceas'd to languish, and forgot to mourn;</l>
               <l n="27">To the same high empyreal mansions come,</l>
               <l n="28">She joins her spouse, and smiles upon the tomb:</l>
               <l n="29">And thus I hear her from the realms above:</l>
               <l n="30">"Lo! this the kingdom of celestial love!</l>
               <l n="31">"Could ye, fond parents, see our present bliss,</l>
               <l n="32">"How soon would you each sigh, each fear dismiss?</l>
               <l n="33">"Amidst unutter'd pleasures whilst I play</l>
               <l n="34">"In the fair sunshine of celestial day,</l>
               <l n="35">"As far as grief affects an happy soul</l>
               <l n="36">"So far doth grief my better mind controul,</l>
               <pb n="100" facs="pageImages/WP-0100.jpg"/>
               <l n="37">"To see on earth my aged parents mourn,</l>
               <l n="38">"And secret wish for T--l to return:</l>
               <l n="39">"Let brighter scenes your ev'ning-hours employ:</l>
               <l n="40">"Converse with heav'n, and taste the promis'd joy."</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="101" facs="pageImages/WP-0101.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">NIOBE in Distress for her Children slain by APOLLO, from <hi rend="italic">Ovid's</hi> Metamorphoses, Book VI. and from a view of the Painting
               of Mr. <hi rend="italic">Richard Wilson.</hi>
                        </head>

            <lg>
               <l n="1">APOLLO's wrath to man the dreadful spring</l>
               <l n="2">Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing!</l>
               <l n="3">Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil give,</l>
               <l n="4">And taught'st the painter in his works to live,</l>
               <l n="5">Inspire with glowing energy of thought,</l>
               <l n="6">What <hi rend="italic">Wilson</hi> painted, and what <hi rend="italic">Ovid</hi> wrote.</l>
               <l n="7">Muse! lend thy aid, nor let me sue in vain,</l>
               <l n="8">Tho' last and meanest of the rhyming train!</l>
               <l n="9">O guide my pen in lofty strains to show</l>
               <l n="10">The <hi rend="italic">Phrygian</hi> queen, all beautiful in woe.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="11">'Twas where <hi rend="italic">Maeonia</hi> spreads her wide
                  domain</l>
               <l n="12">
                                <hi rend="italic">Niobe</hi> dwelt, and held her potent reign:</l>
               <l n="13">See in her hand the regal sceptre shine,</l>
               <l n="14">The wealthy heir of <hi rend="italic">Tantalus</hi> divine,</l>
               <pb n="102" facs="pageImages/WP-0102.jpg"/>
               <l n="15">He most distinguish'd by <hi rend="italic">Dodonean Jove</hi>,</l>
               <l n="16">To approach the tables of the gods above:</l>
               <l n="17">Her grandsire <hi rend="italic">Atlas</hi>, who with mighty pains</l>
               <l n="18">Th' ethereal axis on his neck sustains:</l>
               <l n="19">Her other gran sire on the throne on high</l>
               <l n="20">Rolls the loud-pealing thunder thro' the sky.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="21">Her spouse, <hi rend="italic">Amphion</hi>, who from <hi rend="italic">Jove</hi> too springs,</l>
               <l n="22">Divinely taught to sweep the sounding strings.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="23">Seven sprightly sons the royal bed adorn,</l>
               <l n="24">Seven daughters beauteous as the op'ning morn,</l>
               <l n="25">As when <hi rend="italic">Aurora</hi> fills the ravish'd sight,</l>
               <l n="26">And decks the orient realms with rosy light</l>
               <l n="27">From their bright eyes the living splendors play,</l>
               <l n="28">Nor can beholders bear the flashing ray.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="29">Wherever, <hi rend="italic">Niobe</hi>, thou turn'st thine
                  eyes,</l>
               <l n="30">New beauties kindle, and new joys arise!</l>
               <l n="31">But thou had'st far the happier mother prov'd,</l>
               <l n="32">If this fair offspring had been less belov'd:</l>
               <pb n="103" facs="pageImages/WP-0103.jpg"/>
               <l n="33">What if their charms exceed <hi rend="italic">Aurora's</hi> teint,</l>
               <l n="34">No words could tell them, and no pencil paint,</l>
               <l n="35">Thy love too vehement hastens to destroy</l>
               <l n="36">Each blooming maid, and each celestial boy.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="37">Now <hi rend="italic">Manto</hi> comes, endu'd with mighty
                  skill,</l>
               <l n="38">The past to explore, the future to reveal.</l>
               <l n="39">Thro' <hi rend="italic">Thebes'</hi> wide streets <hi rend="italic">Tiresia's</hi> daughter came,</l>
               <l n="40">Divine <hi rend="italic">Latona's</hi> mandate to proclaim:</l>
               <l n="41">The Theban maids to hear the orders ran,</l>
               <l n="42">When thus <hi rend="italic">Maeonia's</hi> prophetess began:</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="43">"Go, <hi rend="italic">Thebans!</hi> great <hi rend="italic">Latona's</hi> will obey,</l>
               <l n="44">"And pious tribute at her altars pay:</l>
               <l n="45">"With rights divine, the goddess be implor'd,</l>
               <l n="46">"Nor be her sacred offspring unador'd."</l>
               <l n="47">Thus <hi rend="italic">Manto</hi> spoke. The <hi rend="italic">Theban</hi>
                  maids obey,</l>
               <l n="48">And pious tribute to the goddess pay.</l>
               <l n="49">The rich perfumes ascend in waving spires,</l>
               <l n="50">And altars blaze with consecrated fires;</l>
               <l n="51">The fair assembly moves with graceful air,</l>
               <l n="52">And leaves of laurel bind the flowing hair.</l>
            </lg>
            <pb n="104" facs="pageImages/WP-0104.jpg"/>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="53">
                                <hi rend="italic">Niobe</hi> comes with all her royal
                  race,</l>
               <l n="54">With charms unnumber'd, and superior grace:</l>
               <l n="55">Her <hi rend="italic">Phrygian</hi> garments of delightful hue,</l>
               <l n="56">Inwove with gold, refulgent to the view,</l>
               <l n="57">Beyond description beautiful she moves</l>
               <l n="58">Like heav'nly Venus, 'midst her smiles and loves:</l>
               <l n="59">She views around the supplicating train,</l>
               <l n="60">And shakes her graceful head with stern disdain,</l>
               <l n="61">Proudly she turns around her lofty eyes,</l>
               <l n="62">And thus reviles celestial deities:</l>
               <l n="63">"What madness drives the <hi rend="italic">Theban</hi> ladies fair</l>
               <l n="64">"To give their incense to surrounding air?</l>
               <l n="65">"Say why this new sprung deity preferr'd?</l>
               <l n="66">"Why vainly fancy your petitions heard?</l>
               <l n="67">"Or say why <hi rend="italic">Coeus'</hi> offspring is obey'd,</l>
               <l n="68">"While to my goddesship no tribute's paid?</l>
               <l n="69">"For me no altars blaze with living fires,</l>
               <l n="70">"No bullock bleeds, no frankincense transpires,</l>
               <l n="71">"Tho' <hi rend="italic">Cadmus'</hi> palace, not unknown to fame,</l>
               <l n="72">"And <hi rend="italic">Phrygian</hi> nations all revere my name.</l>
               <pb n="105" facs="pageImages/WP-0105.jpg"/>
               <l n="73">"Where'er I turn my eyes vast wealth I find.</l>
               <l n="74">"Lo! here an empress with a goddess join'd.</l>
               <l n="75">"What, shall a <hi rend="italic">Titaness</hi> be deify'd,</l>
               <l n="76">"To whom the spacious earth a couch deny'd?</l>
               <l n="77">"Nor heav'n, nor earth, nor sea receiv'd your queen,</l>
               <l n="78">"Till pitying <hi rend="italic">Delos</hi> took the wand'rer in.</l>
               <l n="79">"Round me what a large progeny is spread!</l>
               <l n="80">"No frowns of fortune has my soul to dread.</l>
               <l n="81">"What if indignant she decrease my train</l>
               <l n="82">"More than <hi rend="italic">Latona's</hi> number will remain?</l>
               <l n="83">"Then hence, ye <hi rend="italic">Theban</hi> dames, hence haste away,</l>
               <l n="84">"Nor longer off'rings to <hi rend="italic">Latona</hi> pay?</l>
               <l n="85">"Regard the orders of <hi rend="italic">Amphion's</hi> spouse,</l>
               <l n="86">"And take the leaves of laurel from your brows."</l>
               <l n="87">
                                <hi rend="italic">Niobe</hi> spoke. The <hi rend="italic">Theban</hi> maids
                  obey'd,</l>
               <l n="88">Their brows unbound, and left the rights unpaid.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="89">The angry goddess heard, then silence broke</l>
               <l n="90">On <hi rend="italic">Cynthus'</hi> summit, and indignant spoke;</l>
               <pb n="106" facs="pageImages/WP-0106.jpg"/>
               <l n="91">"<hi rend="italic">Phoebus!</hi> behold, thy mother in disgrace,</l>
               <l n="92">"Who to no goddess yields the prior place</l>
               <l n="93">"Except to <hi rend="italic">Juno's</hi> self, who reigns above,</l>
               <l n="94">"The spouse and sister of the thund'ring <hi rend="italic">Jove</hi>.</l>
               <l n="95">"<hi rend="italic">Niobe</hi>, sprung from <hi rend="italic">Tantalus</hi>,
                  inspires</l>
               <l n="96">"Each <hi rend="italic">Theban</hi> bosom with rebellious fires;</l>
               <l n="97">"No reason her imperious temper quells,</l>
               <l n="98">"But all her father in her tongue rebels;</l>
               <l n="99">"Wrap her own sons for her blaspheming breath,</l>
               <l n="100">"<hi rend="italic">Apollo!</hi> wrap them in the shades of death."</l>
               <l n="101">
                                <hi rend="italic">Latona</hi> ceas'd, and ardent thus replies</l>
               <l n="102">The God, whose glory decks th' expanded skies.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="103">"Cease thy complaints, mine be the task assign'd</l>
               <l n="104">"To punish pride, and scourge the rebel mind."</l>
               <l n="105">This <hi rend="italic">Phoebe</hi> join'd. -- They wing their instant
                  flight;</l>
               <l n="106">
                                <hi rend="italic">Thebes</hi> trembled as th' immortal pow'rs alight.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="107">With clouds incompass'd glorious <hi rend="italic">Phoebus</hi> stands;</l>
               <l n="108">The feather'd vengeance quiv'ring in his hands.</l>
            </lg>
            <pb n="109" facs="pageImages/WP-0107.jpg"/>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="110">Near <hi rend="italic">Cadmus'</hi> walls a plain extended
                  lay,</l>
               <l n="111">Where <hi rend="italic">Thebes'</hi> young princes pass'd in sport the
                  day:</l>
               <l n="112">There the bold coursers bounded o'er the plains,</l>
               <l n="113">While their great masters held the golden reins.</l>
               <l n="114">
                                <hi rend="italic">Ismenus</hi> first the racing pastime led,</l>
               <l n="115">And rul'd the fury of his flying steed.</l>
               <l n="116">"Ah me," he sudden cries, with shrieking breath,</l>
               <l n="117">While in his breast he feels the shaft of death;</l>
               <l n="118">He drops the bridle on his courser's mane,</l>
               <l n="119">Before his eyes in shadows swims the plain,</l>
               <l n="120">He, the first-born of great <hi rend="italic">Amphion's</hi> bed,</l>
               <l n="121">Was struck the first, first mingled with the dead.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="122">Then didst thou, <hi rend="italic">Sipylus</hi>, the
                  language hear</l>
               <l n="123">Of fate portentous whistling in the air:</l>
               <l n="124">As when th' impending storm the sailor sees</l>
               <l n="125">He spreads his canvas to the fav'ring breeze,</l>
               <pb n="108" facs="pageImages/WP-0108.jpg"/>
               <l n="126">So to thine horse thou gav'st the golden reins,</l>
               <l n="127">Gav'st him to rush impetuous o'er the plains:</l>
               <l n="128">But ah! a fatal shaft from <hi rend="italic">Phoebus'</hi> hand</l>
               <l n="129">Smites through thy neck, and sinks thee on the sand.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="130">Two other brothers were at <hi rend="italic">wrestling</hi>
                  found,</l>
               <l n="131">And in their pastime claspt each other round:</l>
               <l n="132">A shaft that instant from <hi rend="italic">Apollo's</hi> hand</l>
               <l n="133">Transfixt them both, and stretcht them on the sand:</l>
               <l n="134">Together they their cruel fate bemoan'd,</l>
               <l n="135">Together languish'd, and together groan'd:</l>
               <l n="136">Together too th' unbodied spirits fled,</l>
               <l n="137">And sought the gloomy mansions of the dead.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="138">
                                <hi rend="italic">Alphenor</hi> saw, and trembling at the
                  view,</l>
               <l n="139">Beat his torn breast, that chang'd its snowy hue.</l>
               <l n="140">He flies to raise them in a kind embrace;</l>
               <l n="141">A brother's fondness triumphs in his face:</l>
               <l n="142">
                                <hi rend="italic">Alphenor</hi> fails in this fraternal deed,</l>
               <l n="143">A dart dispatch'd him (so the fates decreed:)</l>
               <pb n="109" facs="pageImages/WP-0109.jpg"/>
               <l n="144">Soon as the arrow left the deadly wound,</l>
               <l n="145">His issuing entrails smoak'd upon the ground.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="146">What woes on blooming <hi rend="italic">Damasichon</hi>
                  wait!</l>
               <l n="147">His sighs portend his near impending fate.</l>
               <l n="148">Just where the well-made leg begins to be,</l>
               <l n="149">And the soft sinews form the supple knee,</l>
               <l n="150">The youth sore wounded by the <hi rend="italic">Delian</hi> god</l>
               <l n="151">Attempts t' extract the crime-avenging rod,</l>
               <l n="152">But, whilst he strives the will of fate t' avert,</l>
               <l n="153">Divine <hi rend="italic">Apollo</hi> sends a second dart;</l>
               <l n="154">Swift thro' his throat the feather'd mischief flies,</l>
               <l n="155">Bereft of sense, he drops his head, and dies.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="156">Young <hi rend="italic">Ilioneus</hi>, the last, directs his
                  pray'r,</l>
               <l n="157">And cries, "My life, ye gods celestial! spare."</l>
               <l n="158">
                                <hi rend="italic">Apollo</hi> heard, and pity touch'd his heart,</l>
               <l n="159">But ah! too late, for he had sent the dart:</l>
               <l n="160">Thou too, O <hi rend="italic">Ilioneus</hi>, art doom'd to fall,</l>
               <l n="161">The fates refuse that arrow to recal.</l>
            </lg>
            <pb n="110" facs="pageImages/WP-0110.jpg"/>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="162">On the swift wings of ever-flying <hi rend="italic">Fame</hi>
                            </l>
               <l n="163">To <hi rend="italic">Cadmus'</hi> palace soon the tidings came:</l>
               <l n="164">
                                <hi rend="italic">Niobe</hi> heard, and with indignant eyes</l>
               <l n="165">She thus express'd her anger and surprize:</l>
               <l n="166">"Why is such privilege to them allow'd?</l>
               <l n="167">"Why thus insulted by the <hi rend="italic">Delian</hi> god?</l>
               <l n="168">"Dwells there such mischief in the pow'rs above?</l>
               <l n="169">"Why sleeps the vengeance of immortal <hi rend="italic">Jove?</hi>"</l>
               <l n="170">For now <hi rend="italic">Amphion</hi> too, with grief oppress'd,</l>
               <l n="171">Had plung'd the deadly dagger in his breast.</l>
               <l n="172">
                                <hi rend="italic">Niobe</hi> now, less haughty than before,</l>
               <l n="173">With lofty head directs her steps no more.</l>
               <l n="174">She, who late told her pedigree divine,</l>
               <l n="175">And drove the <hi rend="italic">Thebans</hi> from <hi rend="italic">Latona's</hi> shrine,</l>
               <l n="176">How strangely chang'd! -- yet beautiful in woe,</l>
               <l n="177">She weeps, nor weeps unpity'd by the foe.</l>
               <l n="178">On each pale corse the wretched mother spread</l>
               <l n="179">Lay overwhelm'd with grief, and kiss'd her dead,</l>
               <l n="180">Then rais'd her arms, and thus, in accents slow,</l>
               <l n="181">"Be sated cruel <hi rend="italic">Goddess!</hi> with my woe;</l>
               <pb n="111" facs="pageImages/WP-0111.jpg"/>
               <l n="182">"If I've offended, let these streaming eyes,</l>
               <l n="183">"And let this sev'nfold funeral suffice:</l>
               <l n="184">"Ah! take this wretched life you deign'd to save,</l>
               <l n="185">"With them I too am carried to the grave.</l>
               <l n="186">"Rejoice triumphant, my victorious foe,</l>
               <l n="187">"But show the cause from whence your triumphs flow?</l>
               <l n="188">"Tho' I unhappy mourn these children slain,</l>
               <l n="189">"Yet greater numbers to my lot remain."</l>
               <l n="190">She ceas'd, the bow-string twang'd with awful sound,</l>
               <l n="200">Which struck with terror all th' assembly round,</l>
               <l n="201">Except the queen, who stood unmov'd alone,</l>
               <l n="202">By her distresses more presumptuous grown.</l>
               <l n="203">Near the pale corses stood their sisters fair</l>
               <l n="204">In sable vestures and dishevell'd hair;</l>
               <l n="205">One, while she draws the fatal shaft away,</l>
               <l n="206">Faints, falls, and sickens at the light of day.</l>
               <l n="207">To sooth her mother, lo! another flies,</l>
               <l n="208">And blames the fury of inclement skies,</l>
               <l n="209">And, while her words a filial pity show,</l>
               <l n="210">Struck dumb -- indignant seeks the shades below.</l>
               <pb n="112" facs="pageImages/WP-0112.jpg"/>
               <l n="211">Now from the fatal place another flies,</l>
               <l n="212">Falls in her flight, and languishes, and dies.</l>
               <l n="213">Another on her sister drops in death;</l>
               <l n="214">A fifth in trembling terrors yields her breath;</l>
               <l n="215">While the sixth seeks some gloomy cave in vain,</l>
               <l n="216">Struck with the rest, and mingl'd with the slain.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="217">One only daughter lives, and she the least;</l>
               <l n="218">The queen close clasp'd the daughter to her breast:</l>
               <l n="219">"Ye heav'nly pow'rs, ah spare me one," she cry'd,</l>
               <l n="220">"Ah! spare me one," the vocal hills reply'd:</l>
               <l n="221">In vain she begs, the <hi rend="italic">Fates</hi> her suit deny,</l>
               <l n="222">In her embrace she sees her daughter die.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="223">
                                <ref target="auth4_" corresp="auth4">*</ref>
                  <note xml:id="auth4" target="auth4_" type="authorial">
                                    <p>This Verse to the End is
                        ther Work of another Hand. [Wheatley's note.]</p>
                                </note> "The queen of all
                  her family bereft,</l>
               <l n="224">"Without or husband, son, or daughter left,</l>
               <l n="225">"Grew stupid at the shock. The passing air</l>
               <l n="226">"Made no impression on her stiff'ning hair.</l>
               <pb n="113" facs="pageImages/WP-0113.jpg"/>
               <l n="227">"The blood forsook her face: amidst the flood</l>
               <l n="228">"Pour'd from her cheeks, quite fix'd her eye-balls stood.</l>
               <l n="229">"Her tongue, her palate both obdurate grew,</l>
               <l n="230">"Her curdled veins no longer motion knew;</l>
               <l n="231">"The use of neck, and arms, and feet was gone,</l>
               <l n="232">"And ev'n her bowels hard'ned into stone:</l>
               <l n="233">"A marble statue now the queen appears,</l>
               <l n="234">"But from the marble steal the silent tears."</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="114" facs="pageImages/WP-0114.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">To <ref target="sm_" corresp="sm">S. M.</ref>
                            <note xml:id="sm" target="sm_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#TH">
                                <p>According to <hi rend="italic">Africana: The Encyclopedia of the African and African American
                        Experience</hi>, Scipio Moorhead was an enslaved artist, principally known
                     for his painting of Phillis Wheatley, which became the basis for the
                     frontispiece to her 1773 collection of poems. The frontispiece is included in
                     this database. While no signed paintings by Moorhead survive, this poem by
                     Wheatley may describe two of his works. Moorhead was owned by the Presbyterian
                     minister John Moorhead of Boston and was likely tutored by Sarah Moorhead (<ref target="https://books.google.com/books?id=TMZMAgAAQBAJ">Appiah and Gates
                        62</ref>).</p>
                            </note> a young <hi rend="italic">African</hi> Painter, on
               seeing his Works.</head>

            <lg>
               <l n="1">TO show the lab'ring bosom's deep intent,</l>
               <l n="2">And thought in living characters to paint,</l>
               <l n="3">When first thy pencil did those beauties give,</l>
               <l n="4">And breathing figures learnt from thee to live,</l>
               <l n="5">How did those prospects give my soul delight,</l>
               <l n="6">A new creation rushing on my sight?</l>
               <l n="7">Still, wond'rous youth! each noble path pursue,</l>
               <l n="8">On deathless glories fix thine ardent view:</l>
               <l n="9">Still may the painter's and the poet's fire</l>
               <l n="10">To aid thy pencil, and thy verse conspire!</l>
               <l n="11">And may the charms of each seraphic theme</l>
               <l n="12">Conduct thy footsteps to immortal fame!</l>
               <l n="13">High to the blissful wonders of the skies</l>
               <l n="14">Elate thy soul, and raise thy wishful eyes.</l>
               <l n="15">Thrice happy, when exalted to survey</l>
               <l n="16">
                                <ref target="city_" corresp="city">That splendid city</ref>
                                <note xml:id="city" target="city_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#TH">Wheatley
                     refers to the heavenly city of "New Jerusalem," described in Revelation 21. As
                     many scholars have noted, Christianity offered a not uncomplicated narrative of
                     salvation and hope that was particularly resonant for the enslaved. She
                     continues this metaphor of future bliss crowning current woe throughout this
                     and other poems; see, for instance, lines 23-28, below.</note>, crown'd with
                  endless day,</l>
               <l n="17">Whose twice six gates on radiant hinges ring:</l>
               <l n="18">Celestial <hi rend="italic">Salem</hi> blooms in endless spring.</l>
            </lg>
            <pb n="115" facs="pageImages/WP-0115.jpg"/>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="19">Calm and serene thy moments glide along,</l>
               <l n="20">And may the muse inspire each future song!</l>
               <l n="21">Still, with the sweets of contemplation bless'd,</l>
               <l n="22">May peace with balmy wings your soul invest!</l>
               <l n="23">But when these shades of time are chas'd away,</l>
               <l n="24">And darkness ends in everlasting day,</l>
               <l n="25">On what seraphic pinions shall we move,</l>
               <l n="26">And view the landscapes in the realms above?</l>
               <l n="27">There shall thy tongue in heav'nly murmurs flow,</l>
               <l n="28">And there my muse with heav'nly transport glow:</l>
               <l n="29">No more to tell of <ref target="damon_" corresp="damon">
                                    <hi rend="italic">Damon's</hi> tender sighs</ref>
                                <note xml:id="damon" target="damon_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#TH">Damon is a typical name for a male lover
                     in pastoral poetry, poetry that imagines romantic conflicts in bucolic or
                     country settings. Wheatley frequently both references and draws on classical
                     pastoral poetry throughout her <hi rend="italic">Poems</hi>. For a deeper
                     reading of Wheatley's use of the pastoral, see <ref target="https://www.jstor.org/stable/2739444">John C. Shield's scholarly
                        essay, "Phillis Wheatley's Subversive Pastoral."</ref>
                                </note>,</l>
               <l n="30">Or rising radiance of <ref target="Aurora_" corresp="Aurora">
                                    <hi rend="italic">Aurora's</hi> eyes</ref>
                                <note xml:id="Aurora" target="Aurora_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#TH">In Greco-Roman mythology, Aurora (called
                     Eos in the Greek) personifies the dawn.</note>,</l>
               <l n="31">For nobler themes demand a nobler strain,</l>
               <l n="32">And purer language on th' ethereal plain.</l>
               <l n="33">Cease, gentle muse! the solemn gloom of night</l>
               <l n="34">Now seals the fair creation from my sight.</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="116" facs="pageImages/WP-0116.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">To His Honour the Lieutenant-Governor, on the Death of his
               Lady.</head>
            <opener>
                            <hi rend="italic">March</hi> 24, 1773.</opener>
            <lg>
               <l n="1">ALL-conquering Death! by thy resistless pow'r,</l>
               <l n="2">Hope's tow'ring plumage falls to rise no more!</l>
               <l n="3">Of scenes terrestrial how the glories fly,</l>
               <l n="4">Forget their splendors, and submit to die!</l>
               <l n="5">Who ere escap'd thee, but the saint <ref target="auth5_" corresp="auth5">*</ref>
                  <note xml:id="auth5" target="auth5_" type="authorial">
                                    <p>Enoch. [Wheatley's
                        note.]</p>
                                </note> of old</l>
               <l n="6">Beyond the flood in sacred annals told,</l>
               <l n="7">And the great sage, <ref target="auth6_" corresp="auth6">+</ref>
                  <note xml:id="auth6" target="auth6_" type="authorial">
                                    <p>Elijah. [Wheatley's
                        note.]</p>
                                </note> whom fiery courses drew</l>
               <l n="8">To heav'n's bright portals from <hi rend="italic">Elisha's</hi> view;</l>
               <l n="9">Wond'ring he gaz'd at the refulgent car,</l>
               <l n="10">Then snatch'd the mantle floating on the air.</l>
               <l n="11">From <hi rend="italic">Death</hi> these only could exemption boast,</l>
               <l n="12">And without dying gain'd th' immortal coast.</l>
               <l n="13">Not falling millions sate the tyrant's mind,</l>
               <l n="14">Nor can the victor's progress be confin'd.</l>
               <l n="15">But cease thy strife with <hi rend="italic">Death</hi>, fond <hi rend="italic">Nature,</hi> cease:</l>
               <l n="16">He leads the <hi rend="italic">virtuous</hi> to the realms of peace;</l>
               <pb n="117" facs="pageImages/WP-0117.jpg"/>
               <l n="17">His to conduct to the immortal plains,</l>
               <l n="18">Where heav'n's Supreme in bliss and glory reigns.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="19">There sits, illustrious Sir, thy beauteous spouse;</l>
               <l n="20">A gem-blaz'd circle beaming on her brows.</l>
               <l n="21">Hail'd with acclaim among the heav'nly choirs,</l>
               <l n="22">Her soul new-kindling with seraphic fires,</l>
               <l n="23">To notes divine she tunes the vocal strings,</l>
               <l n="24">While heav'n's high concave with the music rings.</l>
               <l n="25">
                                <hi rend="italic">Virtue's</hi> rewards can mortal pencil paint?</l>
               <l n="26">No -- all descriptive arts, and eloquence are faint;</l>
               <l n="27">Nor canst thou, <hi rend="italic">Oliver</hi>, assent refuse</l>
               <l n="28">To heav'nly tidings from the <hi rend="italic">Afric</hi> muse.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="29">As soon may change thy laws, eternal <hi rend="italic">fate</hi>,</l>
               <l n="30">As the saint miss the glories I relate;</l>
               <l n="31">Or her <hi rend="italic">Benevolence</hi> forgotten lie,</l>
               <l n="32">Which wip'd the trick'ling tear from <hi rend="italic">Mis'ry's</hi>
                  eye.</l>
               <l n="33">Whene'er the adverse winds were known to blow,</l>
               <l n="34">When loss to loss <ref target="auth7_" corresp="auth7">*</ref>
                                <note xml:id="auth7" corresp="auth7_" type="authorial">Three amiable Daughters who
                     died when just arrived to Womens Estate. [Wheatley's note.]</note> ensu'd, and
                  woe to woe,</l>
               <pb n="118" facs="pageImages/WP-0118.jpg"/>
               <l n="35">Calm and serene beneath her father's hand</l>
               <l n="36">She sat resign'd to the divine command.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l rend="indent" n="37">No longer then, great Sir, her death deplore,</l>
               <l n="38">And let us hear the mournful sigh no more,</l>
               <l n="39">Restrain the sorrow streaming from thine eye,</l>
               <l n="40">Be all thy future moments crown'd with joy!</l>
               <l n="41">Nor let thy wishes be to earth confin'd,</l>
               <l n="42">But soaring high pursue th' unbodied mind.</l>
               <l n="43">Forgive the muse, forgive th' advent'rous lays,</l>
               <l n="44">That fain thy soul to heav'nly scenes would raise.</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div type="poem" met="common meter">

            <pb n="119" facs="pageImages/WP-0119.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">A Farewel to AMERICA.</head>
            <opener>To Mrs. S. W.</opener>
            <lg met="common meter">
               <head type="verse">I.</head>
               <l n="1">ADIEU, <hi rend="italic">New-England's</hi> smiling meads,</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="2">Adieu, the flow'ry plain:</l>
               <l n="3">I leave thine op'ning charms, O spring,</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="4">And tempt the roaring main.</l>
            </lg>

            <lg met="common meter">
               <head type="verse">II.</head>
               <l n="5">In vain for me the flow'rets rise,</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="6">And boast their gaudy pride,</l>
               <l n="7">While here beneath the northern skies</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="8">I mourn for <hi rend="italic">health</hi> deny'd.</l>
            </lg>

            <lg met="common meter">
               <head type="verse">III.</head>
               <l n="9">Celestial maid of rosy hue,</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="10">O let me feel thy reign!</l>
               <l n="11">I languish till thy face I view,</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="12">Thy vanish'd joys regain.</l>
            </lg>
            <pb n="120" facs="pageImages/WP-0120.jpg"/>
            <lg met="common meter">
               <head type="verse">IV.</head>
               <l n="13">
                                <hi rend="italic">Susannah</hi> mourns, nor can I bear</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="14">To see the crystal show'r,</l>
               <l n="15">Or mark the tender falling tear</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="16">At sad departure's hour;</l>
            </lg>

            <lg met="common meter">
               <head type="verse">V.</head>
               <l n="17">Not unregarding can I see</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="18">Her soul with grief opprest:</l>
               <l n="19">But let no sighs, no groans for me,</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="20">Steal from her pensive breast.</l>
            </lg>

            <lg met="common meter">
               <head type="verse">VI.</head>
               <l n="21">In vain the feather'd warblers sing,</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="22">In vain the garden blooms,</l>
               <l n="23">And on the bosom of the spring</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="24">Breathes out her sweet perfumes</l>
            </lg>

            <lg met="common meter">
               <head type="verse">VII.</head>
               <l n="25">While for <hi rend="italic">Britannia's</hi> distant shore</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="26">We sweep the liquid plain,</l>
               <l n="27">And with astonish'd eyes explore</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="28">The wide-extended main.</l>
            </lg>
            <pb n="121" facs="pageImages/WP-0121.jpg"/>
            <lg met="common meter">
               <head type="verse">VIII.</head>
               <l n="29">Lo! <hi rend="italic">Health</hi> appears! celestial dame!</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="30">Complacent and serene,</l>
               <l n="31">With <hi rend="italic">Hebe's</hi> mantle o'er her Frame,</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="32">With soul-delighting mein.</l>
            </lg>

            <lg met="common meter">
               <head type="verse">IX.</head>
               <l n="33">To mark the vale where <hi rend="italic">London</hi> lies</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="34">With misty vapours crown'd,</l>
               <l n="35">Which cloud <hi rend="italic">Aurora's</hi> thousand dyes,</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="36">And veil her charms around,</l>
            </lg>

            <lg met="common meter">
               <head type="verse">X.</head>
               <l n="37">Why, Phoebus, moves thy car so slow?</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="38">So slow thy rising ray?</l>
               <l n="39">Give us the famous town to view,</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="40">Thou glorious king of day!</l>
            </lg>

            <lg met="common meter">
               <head type="verse">XI.</head>
               <l n="41">For thee, <hi rend="italic">Britannia</hi>, I resign</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="42">
                                <hi rend="italic">New-England's</hi> smiling fields;</l>
               <l n="43">To view again her charms divine,</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="44">What joy the prospect yields!</l>
            </lg>

            <pb n="122" facs="pageImages/WP-0122.jpg"/>
            <lg met="common meter">
               <head type="verse">XII.</head>
               <l n="45">But thou! Temptation hence away,</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="46">With all thy fatal train</l>
               <l n="47">Nor once seduce my soul away,</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="48">By thine enchanting strain.</l>
            </lg>

            <lg met="common meter">
               <head type="verse">XIII.</head>
               <l n="49">Thrice happy they, whose heav'nly shield</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="50">Secures their souls from harms,</l>
               <l n="51">And fell <hi rend="italic">Temptation</hi> on the field</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="52">Of all its pow'r disarms!</l>
            </lg>
            <closer>
                            <hi rend="italic">Boston, May </hi>7, 1773.</closer>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">

            <pb n="123" facs="pageImages/WP-0123.jpg"/>
            <head>A REBUS, by <hi rend="italic">
                                <ref target="jb_" corresp="jb">I.
               B.</ref>
                            </hi>
                        </head>
            <note xml:id="jb" target="jb_" type="editorial" resp="editors.xml#TH">Editors of <ref target="https://books.google.com/books?id=l5dURZWZ-iQC">the Penguin edition of
                  Wheatley's poems</ref> reference research that identifies J. B. as James Bowdoin,
               the future Governor of Massachusetts (185), depicted in this portrait from the <ref target="https://www.masshist.org/database/viewer.php?item_id=3454">Massachusetts
                  Historical Society</ref>. Bowdoin was one of the authenticators of Wheatley's
               collection, his name inscribed in the front matter, as you can see in the image here,
               taken from the same edition in the Library of Congress. <graphic url="notes/008.JPG" alt="Photograph of a page from Wheatley's text showing an inscription of James Bowdoin's signature."/>
                            <graphic url="notes/bowdoinMHS.png" alt="Portrait in oil on canvas of a white man in a wig, James Bowdoin, in profile facing right" desc="Oil portrait of James Bowdoin, after John Singleton Copley (19th century)" source="https://www.masshist.org/database/viewer.php?item_id=3454"/>
                        </note>

            <lg>
               <head type="verse">I.</head>
               <l n="1">A BIRD delicious to the taste,</l>
               <l n="2">On which an army once did feast,</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="3">Sent by an hand unseen;</l>
               <l n="4">A creature of the horned race,</l>
               <l n="5">Which <hi rend="italic">Britain's</hi> royal standards grace;</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="6">A gem of vivid green;</l>
            </lg>

            <lg>
               <head type="verse">II.</head>
               <l n="7">A town of gaiety and sport,</l>
               <l n="8">Where beaux and beauteous nymphs resort,</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="9">And gallantry doth reign;</l>
               <l n="10">A <hi rend="italic">Dardan</hi> hero fam'd of old</l>
               <l n="11">For youth and beauty, as we're told,</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="12">And by a monarch slain;</l>
            </lg>

            <lg>
               <head type="verse">III.</head>
               <l n="13">A peer of popular applause,</l>
               <l n="14">Who doth our violated laws,</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="15">And grievances proclaim.</l>
               <l n="16">Th' initials show a vanquish'd town,</l>
               <l n="17">That adds fresh glory and renown</l>
               <l rend="indent" n="18">To old <hi rend="italic">Britannia's</hi> fame.</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
         <div type="poem">
            <pb n="124" facs="pageImages/WP-0124.jpg"/>
            <head type="title">AN ANSWER to the <hi rend="italic">Rebus</hi>, by the Author of these
               POEMS,</head>


            <l n="1">THE poet asks, and <hi rend="italic">Phillis</hi> can't refuse</l>
            <l n="2">To shew th'obedience of the Infant muse.</l>
            <l n="3">She knows the <hi rend="italic">Quail</hi> of most inviting taste</l>
            <l n="4">Fed <hi rend="italic">Israel's</hi> army in the dreary waste;</l>
            <l n="5">And what's on <hi rend="italic">Britain's</hi> royal standard borne,</l>
            <l n="6">But the tall, graceful, rampant <hi rend="italic">Unicorn</hi>?</l>
            <l n="7">The <hi rend="italic">Emerald</hi> with a vivid verdure glows</l>
            <l n="8">Among the gems which regal crowns compose;</l>
            <l n="9">
                            <hi rend="italic">Boston's</hi> a town, polite and debonair,</l>
            <l n="10">To which the beaux and beauteous nymphs repair,</l>
            <l n="11">Each <hi rend="italic">Helen</hi> strikes the mind with sweet surprise,</l>
            <l n="12">While living lightning flashes from her eyes,</l>
            <l n="13">See young <hi rend="italic">Euphorbus</hi> of the <hi rend="italic">Dardan</hi> line</l>
            <l n="14">By <hi rend="italic">Menelaus'</hi> hand to death resign:</l>
            <l n="15">The well known peer of popular applause</l>
            <l n="16">Is <hi rend="italic">C--m</hi> zealous to support our laws.</l>
            <l rend="indent" n="17">
                            <hi rend="italic">Quebec</hi> now vanquish'd must obey,</l>
            <l rend="indent" n="18">She too must annual tribute pay</l>
            <l rend="indent" n="19">To <hi rend="italic">Britain</hi> of immortal fame,</l>
            <l rend="indent" n="20">And add new glory to her name.</l>



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            <pb n="[125]" facs="images/WP-0125.jpg"/>
            <head>CONTENTS.</head>
            <list>
               <item>To Maecenas <ref>9</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>On Virtue <ref>13</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>To the University of Cambridge, in New-England <ref>15</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>To the King's Most Excellent Majesty. 1768. <ref>17</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>On Being Brought from Africa<ref>18</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>On the Death of the Rev. Dr. Sewell. 1769.<ref>19</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>On the Rev. Mr. George Whitefield <ref>22</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>On the Death of a young Lady of five Years of Age <ref>25</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>On the Death of a young Gentleman <ref>27</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>To a Lady on the Death of her Husband <ref>29</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>Goliath of Gath <ref>31</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>Thoughts on the Works of Providence <ref>43</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>To a Lady on the Death of three Relations <ref>51</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>To a Clergyman on the Death of his Lady <ref>53</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>An Hymn to the Morning <ref>56</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>An Hymn to the Evening <ref>58</ref>
                            </item>
               <pb n="[126]" facs="images/WP-0126.jpg"/>
               <item>On Isaiah LXIII. 1-8 <ref>60</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>On Recollection <ref>62</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>On Imagination <ref>65</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>A Funeral Poem on the Death of an Infant aged twelve Months
                  <ref>69</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>To Captain H.D., of the 65th Regiment <ref>72</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>To the Rt. Hon. William, Earl of Dartmouth<ref>73</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>Ode to Neptune<ref>76</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>To a Lady on her coming to North America with her Son, for the Recovery of her
                  Health <ref>78</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>To a Lady on her remarkable Preservation in a Hurricane in North Carolina
                     <ref>80</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>To a Lady and her Children on the Death of her Son, and their Brother
                     <ref>82</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>To a Gentleman and Lady on the Death of the Lady's Brother and Sister, and a
                  Child of the Name of <hi rend="italic">Avis</hi>, aged one Year
                  <ref>84</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>On the Death of Dr. Samuel Marshall <ref>86</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>To a Gentleman on his Voyage to Great-Britain, for the Recovery of his Health
                     <ref>88</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>To the Rev. Dr. Thomas Amory on reading his Sermons on Daily Devotion, in which
                  that Duty is recommended and assisted <ref>90</ref>
                            </item>
               <pb n="[127]" facs="images/WP-0127.jpg"/>
               <item>On the Death of J. C. an Infant <ref>92</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>An Hymn to Humanity <ref>95</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>To the Hon. T. H. Esq; on the Death of his Daughter <ref>98</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>Niobe in Distress for her Children slain by Apollo, from <hi rend="italic">Ovid's</hi> Metamorphoses, Book VI. and from a View of the Painting of Mr. <hi rend="italic">Richard Wilson</hi>
                  <ref>101</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>To S. M. a young African Painter, on seeing his Works <ref>114</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>To his Honour the Lieutenant-Governor, on the Death of his Lady
                  <ref>116</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>A Farewel to America <ref>119</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>A Rebus by I. B. <ref>123</ref>
                            </item>
               <item>An Answer to ditto, by <hi rend="italic">Phillis Wheatley</hi>
                  <ref>124</ref>
                            </item>
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