I was the master of all that I saw
I had all the comforts of life
I had food in plenty
I might raise shiploads of grain
I had thousands of trees for timber and fuel
I counted the money which I had brought from the ship
I would have given all for a handful of peas or beans to plant
escape [ɪsˈkeɪp], reach [ri:tʃ], distant [ˈdɪst(ǝ)nt], danger [ˈdeɪnʤǝ], enough [ɪˈnʌf], canoe [kǝˈnu:], chisel [ˈtʃɪz(ǝ)l], discontented [ˌdɪskǝnˈtentɪd], market [ˈmɑ:kɪt], fuel [ˈfju:ǝl]
WHILE I was doing these things I was always trying to think of some way to escape from the island. True, I was living there with much comfort. I was happier than I had ever been while sailing the seas.
But I longed to see other men. I longed for home and friends.
You will remember that when I was over at the farther side of the island I had seen land in the distance. Fifty or sixty miles of water lay between me and that land. Yet I was always wishing that I could reach it.
It was a foolish wish. For there was no telling what I might find on that distant shore.
Perhaps it was a far worse place than my little island. Perhaps there were savage beasts there. Perhaps wild men lived there who would kill me and eat me.
I thought of all these things; but I was willing to risk every kind of danger rather than stay where I was.
At last I made up my mind to build a boat. It should be large enough to carry me and all that belonged to me. It should be strong enough to stand a long voyage over stormy seas.
I had seen the great canoes which Indians sometimes make of the trunks of trees. I would make one of the same kind.
In the woods I found a cedar tree which I thought was just the right thing for my canoe.
It was a huge tree. Its trunk was more than five feet through at the bottom.
I chopped and hewed many days before it fell to the ground. It took two weeks to cut a log of the right length from it.
Then I went to work on the log. I chop and hewed and shaped the outside into the form of a canoe. With hatchet and chisel I hollowed out the inside.