A DAY LOST. 147

 

CRUSOE ANTICIPATING AN ATTACK FROM THE SAVAGES.
See page 254.

upon him in the day of trouble, he would deliver me. After my
broken and imperfect prayer was over, I drank the rum in which
Thad steeped the tobacco, which was so strong and rank of the
tobacco that indeed I could scarce get it down. Immediately upon
this I went to bed. I found presently it flew up in my head
violently, but I fell into a sound sleep, and waked no more till, by
the sun, it must necessarily be near three o’clock in the afternoon
the next day. Nay, to this hour I am partly of the opinion that I
slept all the next day and night, and till almost three that day
after; for otherwise I knew not how I should lose a day out of my
reckoning in the days of the week, as it appeared some years after
Thad done. For if I had lost it by crossing and recrossing the
line, I should have lost more than one day; but, certainly, I lost a
day in my account, and never knew which way.

Be that, however, one way or the other, when I awoke I found
myself exceedingly refreshed, and my spirits lively and cheerful ;
when I got up I was stronger than I was the day before, and my