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Robinson Crusoe.

Chapter 26

I build a big canoe.

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WHILE I was doing these things I was always trying to think of some way to escape from the island. True, I was living there with much comfort. I was happier than I had ever been while sailing the seas. But I longed to see other men. I longed for home and friends. You will remember that when I was over at the farther side of the island I had seen land in the distance. Fifty or sixty miles of water lay between me and that land. Yet I was always wishing that I could reach it. It was a foolish wish. For there was no telling what I might find on that distant shore. Perhaps it was a far worse place than my little island. Perhaps there were savage beasts there. Perhaps wild men lived there who would kill me and eat me. I thought of all these things; but I was willing to risk every kind of danger rather than stay where I was.



At last I made up my mind to build a boat. It should be large enough to carry me and all that belonged to me. It should be strong enough to stand a long voyage over stormy seas. I had seen the great canoes which Indians sometimes make of the trunks of trees. I would make one of the same kind. In the woods I found a cedar tree which I thought was just the right thing for my canoe. It was a huge tree. Its trunk was more than five feet through at the bottom. I chopped and hewed many days before it fell to the ground. It took two weeks to cut a log of the right length from it. Then I went to work on the log. I chop and hewed and shaped the outside into the form of a canoe. With hatchet and chisel I hollowed out the inside.



For full three months I worked on that cedar log. I was both proud and glad when the canoe was finished. I had never seen so big a boat made from a single tree. It was well shaped and handsome. More than twenty men might find room to sit in it. But now the hardest question of all must answered. How was I to get my canoe into the water? It lay not more than three hundred feet from the little river where I had first landed with my raft. But how was I to move it three hundred feet, or even one foot? It was so heavy that I could not even roll it over. I thought of several plans. But when I came to reckon the time and the labor, I found that even by the easiest plan it would take twenty years to get the canoe into the water. What could I do but leave it in the woods where it lay?



How foolish I had been! Why had I not thought of the weight of the canoe before going to the labor of making it? The wise man will always look before he leaps. I certainly had not acted wisely. I went back to my castle, feeling sad and thoughtful. Why should I be discontented and unhappy? I was the master of all that I saw. I might call myself the king of the island. I had all the comforts of life. I had food in plenty. I might raise shiploads of grain, but there was no market for it. I had thousands of trees for timber and fuel, but no one wished to buy. I counted the money which I had brought from the ship. There were above a hundred pieces of gold and silver; but of what use were they? I would have given all for a handful of peas or beans to plant. I would have given all for a bottle of ink.


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