I had never seen potters at work. I did not know how to build a kiln for firing the pots. I had never heard how earthenware is glazed.
But I made up my mind to see what could be done.
I put several pots and small jars in a pile, one upon another. I laid dry wood all over and about them, and then set it on fire.
As fast as the wood burned up, I heaped other pieces upon the fire. The hot flames roared all round the jars and pots. The red coals burned beneath them.
I kept the fire going all day. I could see the pots become red-hot through and through. The sand on the side of a little jar began to melt and run.
After that I let the fire go down, little by little. I watched it all night, for I did not wish the pots and jars to cool too quickly.
In the morning I found that I had three very good earthen pots. They were not at all pretty, but they were as hard as rocks and would hold water.
I had two fine jars also, and one of them was well glazed with the melted sand.
After this I made all the pots and jars and plates and pans that I needed. They were of all shapes and sizes.
You would have laughed to see them.
Of course I was awkward at this work. I was like a child making mud pies.
But how glad I was when I found that I had a vessel that would bear the fire! I could hardly wait to put some water in it and boil me some meat.
That night I had turtle soup and barley broth for supper.
I BUILD A BIG CANOE
WHILE I was doing these things I was always trying to think of some way to escape from the island
True
But I longed to see other men
You will remember that when I was over at the farther side of the island
It was a foolish wish