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as white as ivory. After he had slept about half-an-hour, he awaked again, and came running to me in the enclosure just by, where I had been milking my goats; then falling down again, he laid his head flat upon the ground, and set my other foot upon it, as before; and after this made all possible signs of thankfulness, subjection, and submission. I began to speak to him, and to teach him to speak to me; and first I made him know that his name should be Friday, which was the day whereon I saved his life. I taught him to say Master, and let him know that was to be my name. The next day I gave him clothes, at which he seemed pleased.
Having now more courage, and consequently more curiosity, I took my man Friday with me, giving him the sword in his hand, with his bow and arrow at his back, which I found he could use very dexterously. I also gave him a gun to carry; and taking two for myself, away we marched to the place where his enemies had been. When I came there my blood ran cold in my veins; the place was covered with human bones, and the ground dyed with blood; great pieces of flesh were left here and there, half eateu, mangled, and scorched. I saw three skulls, five hands, and the bones of three or four legs and feet; and Friday, by his signs, made me understand that they brought over four prisoners to feast upon; that three of them were eaten up, and he, pointing to himself, was the fourth; and that they had been conquered, and taken prisoners in war. The next day I made a little tent on the outside of my fortification, and at night took in my ladder, that he might not be able to get at me while I slept. But there was no need of this precaution, for never man had a more faithful servant; he had the same affection for me as a child has for a father: and I dare say he would have sacrificed his life to save mine.
I took him out with me one morning to the woods, in order to take a kid from my herd; but as I was going, I saw a she-goat lying down in the shade, and two young kids sitting by her: when making signs to Friday not to stir, I shot one of the kids. Poor Friday, who had at a distance seen me kill the savage his enemy, but did not see how it was done, trembled, and looked so amazed, that I thought he would have sunk down: he did not see the kid I had shot, but ripped up his waiscoat to feel if he was not wounded, and thought I was resolved to kill him. But taking him by the hand, I laughed at him; and pointing to the kid I had killed, beckoned him to run and fetch it, which he did.
The next day I sent him to beat out some corn, and sift it; and in a little time Friday was able to do all the work for me, as well as I could do it myself. In short, this was the
