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Adventures of Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe chapter Five Build the House The Journal September 30, 1659 i, poor, miserable Robinson Crusoe, being shipwrecked during a dreadful storm in the offing, came on shore on this dismal unfortunate island, which I called The Island of Despair.

All the rest of the ship's company being drowned, and myself almost dead.

All the rest of the day I spent in afflicting myself at the dismal circumstances I was brought to.

I had neither food, house, clothes, weapon nor place to fly to, and in despair of any relief, I saw nothing but death before me, either that I should be devoured by wild beasts, murdered by savages, or starved to death for want of food.

At the approach of night I slept in a tree for fear of wild creatures, but slept soundly, though it rained all night.

October 1 in the morning I saw, to my great surprise, the ship had floated with the high tide and was driven on shorrigan much nearer the island, which as it was, some comfort on one hand for seeing her set up right and not broken to pieces.

I hoped 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 renewed my grief at the loss of my comrades, who, I imagined, if we had all stayed on board, might have saved the ship.

Or at least that they would not have been all drowned as they were.

And that had the men been saved, we might perhaps have built up the boat out of the ruins of the ship to have carried us to some other part of the world.

I spent great part of this day in perplexing myself on these things, but at length, seeing the ship almost dry, I went upon the sand as near I could, and then swim on board.

This day also it continued raining, though with no wind at all, from the 1.

October 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 the days, though with some intervals of fair weather, but it seems this was the rainy season.

October 20 I overset my raft and all the goods I had got upon it but being in shoal water and the things being chiefly heavy, I recovered many of them when the tide was out.

October 25 it rained 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 saved, that the rain might not spoil them.

October 26.

I walked about the shore almost all day to find out a place to fix my habitation.

Greatly concerned to secure myself from any attack in the night, either from wild beasts or men.

Towards night, I fixed upon a proper place under a rock, and marked out a semicircle for my encampment, which I resolved to strengthen with a work wall or fortification made of double piles, lined within with cables and without with turf.

From the 26th to the 30th, I worked very hard in carrying all my goods to my new habitation, though some part of the time it rained exceedingly hard.

The 31st.

In the morning I went out into the island with my gun to seek for some food and discover the country, when I killed a she goat and her kid followed me home, which I afterwards killed also because it would not feed.

November 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 November 2, I set up all my chests and boards, and the pieces of timber which made my rafts, and with them formed a fence round me a little within the place I had marked out for my fortification.

November 3.

I went out with my gun and killed two fowls like ducks which were very good food in the afternoon went to work to make me a table.

November 4.

This morning I began to order my times of work, of going out with my gun, time of sleep, and time of diversion.

Every morning I walked out with my gun for two or 3 hours if it did not rain, then employed myself to work till about 11:00, then eat what I had to live on, and from twelve to two I lay down to sleep, the weather being excessively hot, and then in the evening to work again.

The working part of this day and of the next were wholly employed in making my table, for I was yet but a very sorry workman, though time and necessity made me a complete natural mechanic soon after, as I believe they would do anyone else.

November 5.

This day went abroad with my gun and my dog, and killed a wild cat, her skin pretty soft, but her flesh good for nothing.

Every creature that I killed I took of the skins and preserved them.

Coming back by the seashore, I saw many sorts of sea fowls, which I did not understand, but was surprised and almost frightened with two or three seals, which, while I was gazing at not well knowing what they were, got into the sea and escaped me for that time.

November 6.

After my morning walk I went to work with my table again, and finished it, though not to my liking, nor was it long before I learned to mend it.

November 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 Holy 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 pulled it in pieces several times.

Note I soon neglected my keeping Sundays, for omitting my mark for them on my post I forgot which was which.

November 13.

This day it rained, which refreshed me exceedingly and cooled the earth, but it was accompanied with terrible thunder and lightning, which frightened me dreadfully for fear of my powder.

As soon as it was over, I resolved to separate my stock of powder into as many little parcels as possible, that it might not be in danger.

November 14, 15th, 16th these three days I spent in making little square chests or boxes, which might hold about a pound or two pounds at most of powder, and so, putting the powder in, I stowed it in places as secure and remote from one another as possible.

On one of these three days I killed a large bird that was good to eat, but I knew not what to call it.

November 17.

This day I began to dig behind my tent into the rock to make room for my further conveniency.

Note three things I wanted exceedingly for this work a pickaxe, a shovel and a wheelbarrow or basket.

So I desisted from my work and began to consider how to supply that want and make me some tools.

As for the pickaxe, I made use of the iron crows, which were proper enough, though 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.

November 18.

The next day, in searching the woods, I found a tree of that wood, or like it, which in the Brazils they call the iron tree, for its exceeding hardness.

Of this, with great labor, and almost spoiling my axe, I cut a piece and brought it home too, with difficulty enough, for it was exceeding heavy.

The excessive hardness of the wood and my having no other way made me a long while upon this machine.

For I worked it effectually by little and little into the form of a shovel or spade, the handle exactly shaped like ours in England, only that the board part having no iron shot upon it, at bottom it would not last me so long.

However, it served well enough for the uses which I had occasioned to put it to.

But never was a shovel, I believe, made after that fashion, or so long in making, I was still deficient, for I wanted a basket or wheelbarrow.

A basket I could not make by any means, having no such things as twigs that would bend to make wickerware, at least none yet found out.

And as to a wheelbarrow, I fancied 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 gudgeons for the spindle or access 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 HOD, which the laborers carry mortar in when they serve the bricklayers.

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 wheelbarrow, took me up no less than four days.

I mean always exempting my morning walk with my gun, which I seldom failed, and very seldom failed also bringing home something fit to eat.

November 23.

My other work having now stood still because of my making these tools, when they were finished, I went on and working every day as my strength and time allowed, I spent 18 days entirely in widening and deepening my cave that it might hold my goods.

commodiously note during all this time I worked to make this room or cave spacious enough to accommodate me as a warehouse or magazine, a kitchen, a dining room and a cellar.

As for my lodging, I kept to the tent.

Except that sometimes in the wet season of the year, it rained so hard that I could not keep myself dry, which caused me afterwards to cover all my place within.

My pail with long poles in the form of rafters leaning against the rock and load them with flags and large leaves of trees like a thatch.

December 10.

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 on one side so much that, in short, it frightened me, and not without reason too.

For if I had been under it, I had never wanted a grave digger.

I had now 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 ceiling to prop up so that I might be sure no more would come down.

December 11.

This day I went to work with it accordingly and got two shores or posts pitched up right to the top, with two pieces of boards across over each post.

This I finished the next day and setting more posts up with boards in about a week more I had the roof secured, and the posts standing in rows served me for partitions to part off the house.

December 17.

From this day to the 20th, I placed shelves and knocked up nails on the posts to hang everything up that could be hung up.

And now I began to be in some order within doors.

December 20.

Now I carried everything 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.

December 24 much rain all night and day, no stirring out.

December 25 rain all day.

December 26 no rain, and the earth much cooler than before and pleasanter.

December 27.

Killed a young goat and lamed another, so that I caught it and let it home in a string.

When I had it home, I bound and splintered up its leg, which was broke.

NB.

I took such care of it that it lived, 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 entertained a thought of breeding up some tame creatures that I might have food when my powder and shot was all spent.

December 20, 829 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 with indoors.

January 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 further into the valleys which lay towards the center of the island, I found there were plenty of goats, though exceedingly shy and hard to come at.

However, I resolved to try, if I could not bring my dog, to hunt them down.

January 2.

Accordingly, the next day I went out with my dog and set him upon the goats.

But I was mistaken, for they all faced about upon the dog and he knew his danger too well, for he would not come near them.

January 3.

I began my fence or wall, which, being still jealous of my being attacked by somebody, I resolved to make very thick and strong.

NB this wall being described before, I purposely omit what was said in the journal.

It is sufficient to observe that I was no less time from the 2 January to the 14 April working, finishing and perfecting this wall.

Though it was no more than about 24 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.

All this time I worked 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 finished.

And it is scarce credible what inexpressible labor everything 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 needed to have done.

When this wall was finished and the outside double fenced with a turf wall raised up close to it, I perceived myself that if any people were to come on shore there, they would not perceive anything like a habitation.

And it was very well I did so, as may be observed hereafter upon a very remarkable occasion.

During this time, I made my rounds in the woods for game every day when the rain permitted me and made frequent discoveries in these walks of something or other to my advantage.

Particularly I found a kind of wild pigeons, which build not as wood pigeons in a tree, but rather as house pigeons in the holes of the rocks.

And taking some young ones, I endeavored to breed them obtain and did so.

But when they grew older they flew 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 meats.

And now, in the managing my household affairs, I found myself wanting in many things which I thought at first it was impossible for me to make, as indeed with some of them it was.

For instance, I could never make a cask to be hooped.

I had a small run lit or two, as I observed before, but I could never arrive at the capacity of making one by them, though I spent many weeks about it.

I could neither put in the heads or join the staves so true to one another as to make them hold water, so I gave that also over.

In the next place.

I was at a great loss for candles, so that as soon as ever it was dark, which was generally by 07:00, I was obliged to go to bed.

I remembered the lump of beeswax with which I made candles in my African adventure, but I had none of that now.

The only remedy I had was that when I had killed a goat, I saved the tallow, and with the little dish made of clay, which I baked in the sun, to which I added a wick of some oakham, I made me a lamp, and this gave me light, though not a clear, steady light, like a candle.

In the middle of all my labors it happened that rummaging my things I found a little bag, which, as I hinted before, had been filled with corn for the feeding of poultry.

Not for this voyage, but before, as I supposed, when the ship came from Lisbon.

The little remainder of corn that had been in the bag was all devoured by 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.

It was a little before the great rains just now mentioned that I threw this stuff away, taking no notice, and not so much as remembering that I had thrown anything there.

When about a month after thereabouts, I saw some few stalks of something green shooting out of the ground, which I fancied might be some plant I had not seen.

But I was surprised and perfectly astonished 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 European nay, our English barley.

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, nor had entertained any sense of anything that had befallen me otherwise than as chance, or as we lightly say, what pleases God without so much as inquiring into the end of Providence in these things, or his order in governing events for the world.

But after I saw barley grow there in a climate which I knew was not proper for corn, and especially that I knew not how it came there, it startled me strangely, and I began to suggest that God had miraculously caused his grain to grow without any help of seed sown.

And that it was so directed purely for my sustenance on that wild, miserable place.

This touched my heart a little, and brought tears out of my eyes, and I began to bless myself 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 proved to be stalks of rice, and which I knew because I had seen it grow in Africa when I was ashore there.

I not only thought these the pure productions of Providence for my support, but not doubting that there was more in the place, I went all over that part of the island where I'd been before, peering in every corner and under every rock to seem for more of it, but I could not find any.

At last it occurred to my thoughts that I shook a bag of chickens meat 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 common, though I ought to have been as thankful for so strange and unforeseen a Providence as if it had been miraculous.

For it was really the work of Providence to me that should order or appoint that ten or twelve grains of corn should remain unspoiled when the rats destroyed all the rest, as if it had been dropped 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'd thrown it anywhere else at that time it had been burned up and destroyed.

I carefully saved the ears of this corn, you may be sure, in their season, which was about the end of June.

In laying up every corn, I resolved to sew them all again, hoping in time to have some quantity sufficient to supply me with bread.

But it was not till the fourth year that I could allow myself 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 sowed the first season by not observing the proper time.

For I sowed it just before the dry season, so that it never came up at all.

At least not as it would have done.

Of which in its place, besides this barley, there were as above 20 or 30 stalks of rice, which I preserved with the same care, and for the same use, or to the same purpose, to make me bread, or rather food, for I found ways to cook it without baking, though I did that also after some time.

But to return to my journal I worked excessive hard these three or four months to get my wall done.

And the 14 April, I closed it up, contriving to go into it, not by a door, but over the wall by a ladder that there might be no sign on the outside of my habitation.

April 16.

I finished the ladder, so I went up the ladder to the top and then pulled it up after me and let it down in the inside.

This was a complete enclosure to me, for within I had room enough, and nothing could come at me from without unless it could first mount my wall.

The very next day, after this wall was finished, I had almost had all my labor overthrown at once and myself killed.

The case was thus as I was busy in the inside behind my tent, just at the entrance into my cave, I was terribly frightened with the 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 cracked in a frightful manner.

I was heartily scared, but thought nothing of what was really the cause, only thinking that the top of my cave was fallen in.

Some of it had done before, and for fear I should be buried in it, I ran forward to my ladder and not thinking myself 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 had no sooner stepped down upon the firm ground than I plainly thought 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 overturned the strongest building that could be supposed 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 perceived also the very sea was put into violent motion by it, and I believe the shocks were stronger under the water than on the island.

I was so much amazed with the thing itself, having never felt alike nor discoursed with anyone that had, that I was like one dead or stupefied, and the motion of the earth made my stomach sick, like one that was tossed at sea.

But the noise of the falling of the rock awakened me, as it were, and rousing me from the stupefied condition I was in, filled me with horror.

And I thought of nothing then but the hill falling upon my tent and all my household goods and burying it all at once.

And this sunk my very soul within me a second time.

After the third shock was over and I felt no more for some time, I began to take courage.

And yet I had not hard enough to go over my wall again for fear of being buried alive, but sat still upon the ground, greatly cast down in disconsolate, not knowing what to do.

All this while I had not the least serious religious thought, nothing but the common Lord have mercy upon me.

And when it was over, that went away too.

While I sat thus, I found the air overcast and grow cloudy as if it would rain.

Soon after that, the wind arose 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 covered over with foam and froth.

The shore was covered with the breech of the water, the trees were torn up by the roots, and a terrible storm it was.

This held about 3 hours and then began to abate, and in 2 hours more it was quite calm and began to rain very hard.

All this while I sat upon the ground, very much terrified and dejected, when on a sudden it came into my thoughts that these winds and rain being the consequences of the earthquake, the earthquake itself 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 persuade 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 forced to go into my cave, though very much afraid and uneasy for fear it should fall on my head.

This violent rain forced me to a new work, to cut a hole through my new fortification like a sink, to let the water go out which would else have flooded my cave.

After I'd been in my cave for some time and found still no more shocks of the earthquake follow, I began to be more composed.

And now, to support my spirits, which indeed wanted it very much, I went to my little store and took a small supper of rum, which however, I did then, and always very sparingly, knowing I could have no more.

When that was gone, it continued raining all that night and great part of the next day, so that I could not stir abroad.

But my mind being more composed, 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 a little hut in an open place which I might surround with a wall, as I had done here, and so make myself secure from wild beasts or men.

For I concluded if I stayed where I was, I should certainly one time or other be buried alive.

With these thoughts I resolved 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 days, being the 19th and 20 April, in contriving where and how to remove my habitation.

The fear of being swallowed up alive made me that I never slept in quiet, and yet the apprehension of lying abroad without any fence was almost equal to it.

But still when I looked about and saw how everything was put in order, how pleasantly concealed I was, and how safe from danger, it made me very loathe to remove.

In the meantime, it occurred to me that it would require a vast deal of time for me to do this, and that I must be contented to venture where I was till I had formed a camp for myself, and had secured it so as to remove to it.

So with this resolution, I composed myself for a time and resolved that I would go to work with all speed to build me a wall with piles and cables in a circle as before and set my tent up in it when it was finished, but that I would venture to stay where I was till it was finished and fit to remove.

This was the 21st.

April 22.

The next morning I began to consider of means to put this resolve into 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 traffic with the Indians, but with much chopping and cutting, naughty hard wood, they were all full of notches and dull, and though I had a grindstone, I could not turn it, and grind my tolls too.

This cost me as much thought as a statesman would have bestowed upon a grand point of politics, or a judge upon the life and death of a man.

At length I contrived a wheel with a string, to turn it with my foot, that I might have both my hands at liberty.

Note I had never seen any such thing in England, or at least not to take notice how it was done, though since I had observed it is very common there.

Besides that my grindstone is very large and heavy.

This machine cost me a full week's work to bring it to perfection.

April 28, 29th these two whole days I took up in grinding my tools, my machine for turning my grindstone, performing very well.

April 30.

Having perceived my bread had been low a great while now, I took a survey of it and reduced myself to one biscuit cake a day, which made my heart very heavy.

May 1.

In the morning, looking towards the seaside, the tide being low, I saw something lie on the shore, bigger than ordinary, and it looked 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 seemed to lie higher out of the water than it used to do.

I examined 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 caked as hard as a stone.

However, I rolled it farther on shore for the present and went on upon the sands as near I could to the wreck of the ship to look for more.

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