I concluded then that the unhappy man had been cast away upon this ice
whilst it was under bleaker heights than these parallels, and that he
had crawled into a hollow, and perished in that melancholic sitting
posture. But in what year had his fate come upon him? I had made
several voyages into distant places in my time and seen a great variety
of people; but I had never met any man habited as that body. He had the
appearance of a Spanish or French cut-throat of the middle of last
century, and of earlier times yet; for it may be known to you that the
buccaneers of the Spanish Main and the South Sea were great lovers of
finery; they had a strange theatric taste in their choice of costumes,
which, as you will suppose, they had abundant opportunities for
gratifying out of the many rich and glittering wardrobes that fell into
their hands; and this man, I say, with his large fine hat, handsome
cloak and boots, coupled with the villainous cast of his countenance and
the frightful appearance his long hair gave him, rendered him to my
notions the completest figure that could be imagined of one of those
rogues who earned their living as pirates.
Thinking I might find something on his person to acquaint me with his
story or that would furnish me with some idea of the date of his being
cast away, I pulled his cloak aside and searched his pockets. His legs
were thickly cased in two or three pairs of breeches, the outer pair
being of a dark green cloth. He also wore a handsome red waistcoat,
laced, and a stout coat of a kind of frieze. In his coat pocket I found
a silver tobacco-box, a small glass flask fitted with a silver band and
half full of an amber-coloured liquor, hard froze; and in his waistcoat
pocket a gold watch, shaped like an apple, the back curiously chased and
inlaid with jewels of several kinds, forming a small letter M. The
hands pointed to twenty minutes after three. A key of a strange shape
and a number of seals, trinkets, and the like, were attached to the
watch.
These things, together with a knife, a key, a thick plain silver ring,
and some Spanish pieces in gold and silver were what I found on this
man. There was nothing to tell me who he was nor how long he had been on
the island.
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