I gave every afternoon totally up to my indolent and careless disposition, and to following without regularity the impulse of the moment.  When the weather was calm, I frequently went immediately after I rose from dinner, and alone got into the boat.  The receiver had taught me to row with one oar; I rowed out into the middle of the lake.  The moment I withdrew from the bank, I felt a secret joy which almost made me leap, and of which it is impossible for me to tell or even comprehend the cause, if it were not a secret congratulation on my being out of the reach of the wicked.  I afterwards rowed about the lake, sometimes approaching the opposite bank, but never touching at it.  I often let my boat float at the mercy of the wind and water, abandoning myself to reveries without object, and which were not the less agreeable for their stupidity.  I sometimes exclaimed, “O nature!  O my mother!  I am here under thy guardianship alone; here is no deceitful and cunning mortal to interfere between thee and me.”  In this manner I withdrew half a league from land; I could have wished the lake had been the ocean.  However, to please my poor dog, who was not so fond as I was of such a long stay on the water, I commonly followed one constant course; this was going to land at the little island where I walked an hour or two, or laid myself down on the grass on the summit of the hill, there to satiate myself with the pleasure of admiring the lake and its environs, to examine and dissect all the herbs within my reach, and, like another Robinson Crusoe, built myself an imaginary place of residence in the island.  I became very much attached to this eminence.  When I brought Theresa, with the wife of the receiver and her sisters, to walk there, how proud was I to be their pilot and guide!  We took there rabbits to stock it.  This was another source of pleasure to Jean Jacques.  These animals rendered the island still more interesting to me.  I afterwards went to it more frequently, and with greater pleasure to observe the progress of the new inhabitants.

To these amusements I added one which recalled to my recollection the delightful life I led at the Charmettes, and to which the season particularly invited me.  This was assisting in the rustic labors of gathering of roots and fruits, of which Theresa and I made it a pleasure to partake with the wife of the receiver and his family.  I remember a Bernois, one M. Kirkeberguer, coming to see me, found me perched upon a tree with a sack fastened to my waist, and already so full of apples that I could not stir from the branch on which I stood.  I was not sorry to be caught in this and similar situations.  I hoped the people of Berne, witnesses to the employment of my leisure, would no longer think of disturbing my tranquillity but leave me at peace in my solitude.  I should have preferred being confined there by their desire:  this would have rendered the continuation of my repose more certain.