The life and adventures of Alexander Selkirk, the real Robinson Crusoe : $b A narrative founded on facts. History of the wanderings of Tom Starboard. — John Shaqi
The life and adventures of Alexander Selkirk, the real Robinson Crusoe : $b A narrative founded on facts. History of the wanderings of Tom Starboard.Howell, John
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The life and adventures of Alexander Selkirk, the real Robinson Crusoe : $b A narrative founded on facts. History of the wanderings of Tom Starboard.
“I cannot describe to you the forlorn state of my feelings, after the
terrible wreck. My own situation, however, and the altered mode of my
existence, I did not consider till I was made to feel it severely, by
the coarse treatment I met with from those who saved my life. I was
made to work my way—that I expected, and could not complain of—but I
felt sadly the difference in the manners of the captain and his crew,
compared with those of the “Speedwell.”
“I thanked the captain for saving my life, and told him I intended
to leave the ship. This, to my surprise, he said I should not do. I
replied that he had no control over me; that I was an Englishman, and
could not be compelled to serve in a foreign vessel. Then, said he,
pay me for your passage from Juan Fernandez, and you may leave the
ship. I told him this was impossible, as I had lost every thing in
the fatal wreck. At this he only laughed in my face, and said; ‘That
is not my look out; you shall pay me or stay where you are;’ and with
an oath, turned on his heel, and left me to my own sad feelings.”
Tom determined, at once, to embrace the first opportunity to escape.
But they had dropped anchor two or three miles from the shore, and
how could he effect it? Besides he was closely watched. But the
vessel was soon to sail on a long voyage, and being called to take
his turn, one night in the watch, with two or three others, he
determined to make the attempt.
“This night, or never—said I to myself, as I took my station. While
I was walking the deck, one of my shipmates at the mast-head, and
the other astern, the ship suddenly quivered, as if she were in an
ague fit!—down slipped the fellow from on high, and fell flat on his
face; the other rushed forward, and kneeled beside him, both crossing
themselves and saying prayers to their saints. I lost no time, but
seizing a board, I hastily lashed it to my back with a rope (that
when I became fatigued with swimming, I might turn and float,) and
slipping astern, let myself down into the water. The noise of the
splash I feared would betray me, and I gave up all for lost, though
the next minute, I found they were all praying, and took courage and
quietly struck off. I made but little headway, however, owing to the
board on my back.
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