When he woke up in the morning, he ran out to me. I was milking my goats in the field
and he got down on the ground and put his head near my foot. I understood that
he was thanking me and I tried to show him that I was his friend.
I began to teach him to speak English and soon he could say his name,
‘Master’, and ‘Yes’ and ‘NO’. How good it was to hear a man’s voice again!
Later that day we went back to my first house. We went carefully along the beach,
but there were no boats and no wild men. I felt ill, but Friday
wanted to eat the pieces of men’s bodies which were still on the ground.
I showed that this was terrible for me, and he understood.
When we got to my house I gave Man Friday some trousers and I made him a coat and a
hat. He liked his new clothes very much. Then I made him a little tent to sleep
in, but for a few weeks I always 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.
