I could but cry out in the words of the Psalm, "They that go down
to the sea in ships, these men see the works of the Lord in the
deep. For at His word the storms rise, the winds blow, and lift
up the waves; then do they mount to the sky, and from thence go
down to the deep. My soul faints, I reel to and fro, and am at my
wit's end: then the Lord brings me out of all my fears."

I felt so wrapt in joy, that all I could do was to walk up and
down the coast, now lift up my hands, now fold them on my breast,
and thank God for all that He had done for me, when the rest of
the men were lost. All lost but I, and I was safe! I now cast my
eyes round me, to find out what kind of a place it was that I had
been thus thrown in, like a bird in a storm. Then all the glee I
felt at first left me; for I was wet and cold, and had no dry
clothes to put on, no food to eat and not a friend to help me.

There were wild beasts here, but I had no gun to shoot them with,
or to keep me from their jaws. I had but a knife and a pipe. It
now grew dark; and where was I to go for the night? I thought the
top of some high tree would be a good place to keep me out of
harm's way; and that there I might sit and think of death, for,
as yet, I had no hopes of life. Well, I went to my tree, and made
a kind of nest to sleep in. Then I cut a stick to keep off the
beasts of prey, in case they should come, and fell to sleep just
as if the branch I lay on had been a bed of down.

When I woke up it was broad day; the sky too was clear and the
sea calm. But I saw from the top of the tree that in the night
the ship had left the bank of sand, and lay but a mile from me;