ill, but Friday wanted to eat the pieces of men's bodies which were still on the ground. I showed him that this was terrible for me, and he understood. When we got to my house, gave Man Friday some trousers, and made him a at and a hat. He liked his new clothes very much. Then I made him a little tent sleep in, but for a few weeks Ialways took my gun to bed with me. Perhaps Friday was still a wild man and would try to kill me in the night. At first, Friday was very afraid of my gun. Sometimes he talked to it, and asked it not to kill him. Friday was a quick learner and his English got better day by day. He helped me with the goats and with the work in the cornfields, and soon we were good friends. enjoyed teaching him and, most ofall, having a friend to talk to. This was the happiest ofall my years on the island. Friday and I lived together happily for three years. I told him the story of my adventures and about life in England, and he told me about his country and his people. One day we were at the top of the highest hill on the island, and we were looking out to sea. It was a very clear day and we could see a long way. Suddenly, Friday began to jump up and down, very excited. What's the matter?' I said "Look, Master, look!" Friday cried. "I can see my country. Look over there!