THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF ROBINSON CRUSOE
   CHAPTER I--REVISITS ISLAND
   That homely proverb, used on so many occasions in England, viz.
   "That what is bred in the bone will not go out of the flesh," was
   never more verified than in the story of my Life.  Any one would
   think that after thirty-five years' affliction, and a variety of
   unhappy circumstances, which few men, if any, ever went through
   before, and after near seven years of peace and enjoyment in the
   fulness of all things; grown old, and when, if ever, it might be
   allowed me to have had experience of every state of middle life,
   and to know which was most adapted to make a man completely happy;
   I say, after all this, any one would have thought that the native
   propensity to rambling which I gave an account of in my first
   setting out in the world to have been so predominant in my
   thoughts, should be worn out, and I might, at sixty one years of
   age, have been a little inclined to stay at home, and have done
   venturing life and fortune any more.
   Nay, farther, the common motive of foreign adventures was taken
   away in me, for I had no fortune to make; I had nothing to seek:
   if I had gained ten thousand pounds I had been no richer; for I had
   already sufficient for me, and for those I had to leave it to; and
   what I had was visibly increasing; for, having no great family, I
   could not spend the income of what I had unless I would set up for
   an expensive way of living, such as a great family, servants,
   equipage, gaiety, and the like, which were things I had no notion
   of, or inclination to; so that I had nothing, indeed, to do but to
   sit still, and fully enjoy what I had got, and see it increase
   daily upon my hands.  Yet all these things had no effect upon me,
   or at least not enough to resist the strong inclination I had to go
   abroad again, which hung about me like a chronic distemper.  In
   particular, the desire of seeing my new plantation in the island,
   and the colony I left there, ran in my head continually.  I dreamed
   of it all night, and my imagination ran upon it all day:  it was
   uppermost in all my thoughts, and my fancy worked so steadily and
   strongly upon it that I talked of it in my sleep; in short, nothing
   could remove it out of my mind:  it even broke so violently into
   all my discourses that it made my conversation tiresome, for I
   could talk of nothing else; all my discourse ran into it, even to
   impertinence; and I saw it myself.
   I have often heard persons of good judgment say that all the stir
   that people make in the world about ghosts and apparitions is owing
   to the strength of imagination, and the powerful operation of fancy
   in their minds; that there is no such thing as a spirit appearing,
   or a ghost walking; that people's poring affectionately upon the
   past conversation of their deceased friends so realises it to them
   that they are capable of fancying, upon some extraordinary
   circumstances, that they see them, talk to them, and are answered
   by them, when, in truth, there is nothing but shadow and vapour in
   the thing, and they really know nothing of the matter.
   For my part, I know not to this hour whether there are any such
   things as real apparitions, spectres, or walking of people after
   they are dead; or whether there is anything in the stories they
   tell us of that kind more than the product of vapours, sick minds,
   and wandering fancies:  but this I know, that my imagination worked
   up to such a height, and brought me into such excess of vapours, or
   what else I may call it, that I actually supposed myself often upon
   the spot, at my old castle, behind the trees; saw my old Spaniard,
   Friday's father, and the reprobate sailors I left upon the island;
   nay, I fancied I talked with them, and looked at them steadily,
   though I was broad awake, as at persons just before me; and this I
   did till I often frightened myself with the images my fancy
   represented to me.  One time, in my sleep, I had the villainy of
   the three pirate sailors so lively related to me by the first
   Spaniard, and Friday's father, that it was surprising:  they told
   me how they barbarously attempted to murder all the Spaniards, and
   that they set fire to the provisions they had laid up, on purpose
   to distress and starve them; things that I had never heard of, and
   that, indeed, were never all of them true in fact:  but it was so
   warm in my imagination, and so realised to me, that, to the hour I
   saw them, I could not be persuaded but that it was or would be
   true; also how I resented it, when the Spaniard complained to me;
   and how I brought them to justice, tried them, and ordered them all
   three to be hanged.  What there was really in this shall be seen in
   its place; for however I came to form such things in my dream, and
   what secret converse of spirits injected it, yet there was, I say,
   much of it true.  I own that this dream had nothing in it literally
   and specifically true; but the general part was so true--the base;
   villainous behaviour of these three hardened rogues was such, and
   had been so much worse than all I can describe, that the dream had
   too much similitude of the fact; and as I would afterwards have
   punished them severely, so, if I had hanged them all, I had been
   much in the right, and even should have been justified both by the
   laws of God and man.
   But to return to my story.  In this kind of temper I lived some
   years; I had no enjoyment of my life, no pleasant hours, no
   agreeable diversion but what had something or other of this in it;
   so that my wife, who saw my mind wholly bent upon it, told me very
   seriously one night that she believed there was some secret,
   powerful impulse of Providence upon me, which had determined me to
   go thither again; and that she found nothing hindered me going but
   my being engaged to a wife and children.  She told me that it was
   true she could not think of parting with me:  but as she was
   assured that if she was dead it would be the first thing I would
   do, so, as it seemed to her that the thing was determined above,
   she would not be the only obstruction; for, if I thought fit and
   resolved to go--[Here she found me very intent upon her words, and
   that I looked very earnestly at her, so that it a little disordered
   her, and she stopped.  I asked her why she did not go on, and say
   out what she was going to say?  But I perceived that her heart was
   too full, and some tears stood in her eyes.]  "Speak out, my dear,"
   said I; "are you willing I should go?"--"No," says she, very
   affectionately, "I am far from willing; but if you are resolved to
   go," says she, "rather than I would be the only hindrance, I will
   go with you:  for though I think it a most preposterous thing for
   one o 
					     					 			f your years, and in your condition, yet, if it must be," said
   she, again weeping, "I would not leave you; for if it be of Heaven
   you must do it, there is no resisting it; and if Heaven make it
   your duty to go, He will also make it mine to go with you, or
   otherwise dispose of me, that I may not obstruct it."
   This affectionate behaviour of my wife's brought me a little out of
   the vapours, and I began to consider what I was doing; I corrected
   my wandering fancy, and began to argue with myself sedately what
   business I had after threescore years, and after such a life of
   tedious sufferings and disasters, and closed in so happy and easy a
   manner; I, say, what business had I to rush into new hazards, and
   put myself upon adventures fit only for youth and poverty to run
   into?
   With those thoughts I considered my new engagement; that I had a
   wife, one child born, and my wife then great with child of another;
   that I had all the world could give me, and had no need to seek
   hazard for gain; that I was declining in years, and ought to think
   rather of leaving what I had gained than of seeking to increase it;
   that as to what my wife had said of its being an impulse from
   Heaven, and that it should be my duty to go, I had no notion of
   that; so, after many of these cogitations, I struggled with the
   power of my imagination, reasoned myself out of it, as I believe
   people may always do in like cases if they will:  in a word, I
   conquered it, composed myself with such arguments as occurred to my
   thoughts, and which my present condition furnished me plentifully
   with; and particularly, as the most effectual method, I resolved to
   divert myself with other things, and to engage in some business
   that might effectually tie me up from any more excursions of this
   kind; for I found that thing return upon me chiefly when I was
   idle, and had nothing to do, nor anything of moment immediately
   before me.  To this purpose, I bought a little farm in the county
   of Bedford, and resolved to remove myself thither.  I had a little
   convenient house upon it, and the land about it, I found, was
   capable of great improvement; and it was many ways suited to my
   inclination, which delighted in cultivating, managing, planting,
   and improving of land; and particularly, being an inland country, I
   was removed from conversing among sailors and things relating to
   the remote parts of the world.  I went down to my farm, settled my
   family, bought ploughs, harrows, a cart, waggon-horses, cows, and
   sheep, and, setting seriously to work, became in one half-year a
   mere country gentleman.  My thoughts were entirely taken up in
   managing my servants, cultivating the ground, enclosing, planting,
   &c.; and I lived, as I thought, the most agreeable life that nature
   was capable of directing, or that a man always bred to misfortunes
   was capable of retreating to.
   I farmed upon my own land; I had no rent to pay, was limited by no
   articles; I could pull up or cut down as I pleased; what I planted
   was for myself, and what I improved was for my family; and having
   thus left off the thoughts of wandering, I had not the least
   discomfort in any part of life as to this world.  Now I thought,
   indeed, that I enjoyed the middle state of life which my father so
   earnestly recommended to me, and lived a kind of heavenly life,
   something like what is described by the poet, upon the subject of a
   country life:-
   "Free from vices, free from care,
   Age has no pain, and youth no snare."
   But in the middle of all this felicity, one blow from unseen
   Providence unhinged me at once; and not only made a breach upon me
   inevitable and incurable, but drove me, by its consequences, into a
   deep relapse of the wandering disposition, which, as I may say,
   being born in my very blood, soon recovered its hold of me; and,
   like the returns of a violent distemper, came on with an
   irresistible force upon me.  This blow was the loss of my wife.  It
   is not my business here to write an elegy upon my wife, give a
   character of her particular virtues, and make my court to the sex
   by the flattery of a funeral sermon.  She was, in a few words, the
   stay of all my affairs; the centre of all my enterprises; the
   engine that, by her prudence, reduced me to that happy compass I
   was in, from the most extravagant and ruinous project that filled
   my head, and did more to guide my rambling genius than a mother's
   tears, a father's instructions, a friend's counsel, or all my own
   reasoning powers could do.  I was happy in listening to her, and in
   being moved by her entreaties; and to the last degree desolate and
   dislocated in the world by the loss of her.
   When she was gone, the world looked awkwardly round me.  I was as
   much a stranger in it, in my thoughts, as I was in the Brazils,
   when I first went on shore there; and as much alone, except for the
   assistance of servants, as I was in my island.  I knew neither what
   to think nor what to do.  I saw the world busy around me:  one part
   labouring for bread, another part squandering in vile excesses or
   empty pleasures, but equally miserable because the end they
   proposed still fled from them; for the men of pleasure every day
   surfeited of their vice, and heaped up work for sorrow and
   repentance; and the men of labour spent their strength in daily
   struggling for bread to maintain the vital strength they laboured
   with:  so living in a daily circulation of sorrow, living but to
   work, and working but to live, as if daily bread were the only end
   of wearisome life, and a wearisome life the only occasion of daily
   bread.
   This put me in mind of the life I lived in my kingdom, the island;
   where I suffered no more corn to grow, because I did not want it;
   and bred no more goats, because I had no more use for them; where
   the money lay in the drawer till it grew mouldy, and had scarce the
   favour to be looked upon in twenty years.  All these things, had I
   improved them as I ought to have done, and as reason and religion
   had dictated to me, would have taught me to search farther than
   human enjoyments for a full felicity; and that there was something
   which certainly was the reason and end of life superior to all
   these things, and which was either to be possessed, or at least
   hoped for, on this side of the grave.
   But my sage counsellor was gone; I was like a ship without a pilot,
   that could only run afore the wind.  My thoughts ran all away again
   into the old affair; my head was quite turned with the whimsies of
   foreign adventures; and all the pleasant, innocent amusements of my
   farm, my garden, my cattle, and my family, which before entirely
   possessed me, were nothing to me, had no relish, and were like
   music to one that has no ear, or food to one that has no taste.  In
   a word, I resolved to leave off housekeeping, let my farm, and
   return to London; and in a few months after I did so.
   When I came to London, I was still as uneasy as I was before; I had
   no relish for the place, no employment in  
					     					 			it, nothing to do but to
   saunter about like an idle person, of whom it may be said he is
   perfectly useless in God's creation, and it is not one farthing's
   matter to the rest of his kind whether he be dead or alive.  This
   also was the thing which, of all circumstances of life, was the
   most my aversion, who had been all my days used to an active life;
   and I would often say to myself, "A state of idleness is the very
   dregs of life;" and, indeed, I thought I was much more suitably
   employed when I was twenty-six days making a deal board.
   It was now the beginning of the year 1693, when my nephew, whom, as
   I have observed before, I had brought up to the sea, and had made
   him commander of a ship, was come home from a short voyage to
   Bilbao, being the first he had made.  He came to me, and told me
   that some merchants of his acquaintance had been proposing to him
   to go a voyage for them to the East Indies, and to China, as
   private traders.  "And now, uncle," says he, "if you will go to sea
   with me, I will engage to land you upon your old habitation in the
   island; for we are to touch at the Brazils."
   Nothing can be a greater demonstration of a future state, and of
   the existence of an invisible world, than the concurrence of second
   causes with the idea of things which we form in our minds,
   perfectly reserved, and not communicated to any in the world.
   My nephew knew nothing how far my distemper of wandering was
   returned upon me, and I knew nothing of what he had in his thought
   to say, when that very morning, before he came to me, I had, in a
   great deal of confusion of thought, and revolving every part of my
   circumstances in my mind, come to this resolution, that I would go
   to Lisbon, and consult with my old sea-captain; and if it was
   rational and practicable, I would go and see the island again, and
   what was become of my people there.  I had pleased myself with the
   thoughts of peopling the place, and carrying inhabitants from
   hence, getting a patent for the possession and I know not what;
   when, in the middle of all this, in comes my nephew, as I have
   said, with his project of carrying me thither in his way to the
   East Indies.
   I paused a while at his words, and looking steadily at him, "What
   devil," said I, "sent you on this unlucky errand?"  My nephew
   stared as if he had been frightened at first; but perceiving that I
   was not much displeased at the proposal, he recovered himself.  "I
   hope it may not be an unlucky proposal, sir," says he.  "I daresay
   you would be pleased to see your new colony there, where you once
   reigned with more felicity than most of your brother monarchs in
   the world."  In a word, the scheme hit so exactly with my temper,
   that is to say, the prepossession I was under, and of which I have
   said so much, that I told him, in a few words, if he agreed with
   the merchants, I would go with him; but I told him I would not
   promise to go any further than my own island.  "Why, sir," says he,
   "you don't want to be left there again, I hope?"  "But," said I,
   "can you not take me up again on your return?"  He told me it would
   not be possible to do so; that the merchants would never allow him
   to come that way with a laden ship of such value, it being a
   month's sail out of his way, and might be three or four.  "Besides,
   sir, if I should miscarry," said he, "and not return at all, then
   you would be just reduced to the condition you were in before."
   This was very rational; but we both found out a remedy for it,
   which was to carry a framed sloop on board the ship, which, being
   taken in pieces, might, by the help of some carpenters, whom we
   agreed to carry with us, be set up again in the island, and
   finished fit to go to sea in a few days.  I was not long resolving,
   for indeed the importunities of my nephew joined so effectually
   with my inclination that nothing could oppose me; on the other
   hand, my wife being dead, none concerned themselves so much for me
   as to persuade me one way or the other, except my ancient good