many of them and only one of me. 'Perhaps I can shoot two or three,' I said to myself , 'but then they will kill and eat me.
the, one morning in my twenty-third year on the island, i was out in my fields and i saw the smoke from a fire. Quickly, I went up the hill to watch.
there were nine men around the fire, and they were cooking their terrible food. then these wild men danced round the fire, singing and shouting. this went on for about two hours, and then they got into their boats and sailed away. I went down to the shore and saw the blood of the dead men on the sand. the next time they come,i'm going to kill them, I said angrily.