“One day, as I laid there readin’ by the light of a bit of tallow dip the mate gave me, who should stick his head into the hole he called a cabin, but old Twist!  He’d got an idee I was shammin’; and when he saw me with a book, he cussed, and swore, and raved, and finally hauled it out o’ my hand and flung it up through the hatchway clean and clear overboard.

“I tell ye, Doctor, if I’d ‘a’ had a sound arm, he’d ‘a’ gone after it; but I had to take it out in ratin’ at him, and that night my mind was made up; I was bound to desart at the first land.  And it come about that a fortnight after my arm had jined, and I could haul shrouds agin, we sighted the Marquesas, and bein’ near about out o’ water, the cap’en laid his course for the nearest land, and by daybreak of the second day we lay to in a small harbor, on the south side of an island where ships wa’n’t very prompt to go commonly.  But old Twist didn’t care for cannibals nor wild beasts, when they stood in his way; and there wasn’t but half a cask of water aboard, and that a hog wouldn’t ‘a’ drank, only for the name on’t.  So we pulled ashore after some, and findin’ a spring near by, was takin’ it out, hand over hand, as fast as we could bale it up, when all of a sudden the mate see a bunch of feathers over a little bush near by, and yelled out to run for our lives, the savages was come.

“Now I had made up my mind to run away from the ship that very day, and all the while I’d been baling the water up I had been tryin’ to lay my course so as to get quit of the boat’s crew, and be off; but natur’ is stronger than a man thinks.  When I heerd the mate sing out, and see the men begin to run, I turned and run too, full speed, down to the shore; but my foot caught in some root or hole, I fell flat down, and hittin’ my head ag’inst a stone near by, I lay; good as dead; and when I come to, the boat was gone, and the ship makin’ all sail out of harbor, and a crew of wild Indian women were a-lookin’ at me as I’ve seen a set of Simsbury women-folks look at a baboon in a caravan; but they treated me better!

“Findin’ I was helpless, for I’d sprained my ankle in the fall, four of ’em picked me up, and carried me away to a hut, and tended me like a baby; and when the men, who’d come over to that side of the island ’long with ’em, and gone a-fishin’, come back, I was safe enough; for women are women all the world over, soft-hearted, kindly creturs, that like anything that’s in trouble, ’specially if they can give it a lift out on’t.  So I was nursed, and fed, and finally taken over the ridge of rocks that run acrost the island to their town of bamboo huts; and now begun to look about me, for here I was, stranded, as one may say, out o’ sight o’ land.