The words were scarcely out of my mouth when the boat and man sank from
beneath me, and left me floating on the surface. All that day and the
next night I swam and floated alternately, making as well as I could
for the land which was nearest to me. At last my strength began to
fail, and I gave myself up for lost, when the wind suddenly rose, and a
huge wave cast me on a flat shore. Then, placing myself in safety, I
hastily spread my clothes out to dry in the sun, and flung myself on
the warm ground to rest.
Next morning I dressed myself and began to look about me. There seemed
to be no one but myself on the island, which was covered with fruit
trees and watered with streams, but seemed a long distance from the
mainland which I hoped to reach. Before, however, I had time to feel
cast down, I saw a ship making directly for the island, and not knowing
whether it would contain friends or foes, I hid myself in the thick
branches of a tree.
The sailors ran the ship into a creek, where ten slaves landed,
carrying spades and pickaxes. In the middle of the island they
stopped, and after digging some time, lifted up what seemed to be a
trapdoor. They then returned to the vessel two or three times for
furniture and provisions, and finally were accompanied by an old man,
leading a handsome boy of fourteen or fifteen years of age. They all
disappeared down the trapdoor, and after remaining below for a few
minutes came up again, but without the boy, and let down the trapdoor,
covering it with earth as before. This done, they entered the ship and
set sail.