ONCE MORE ‘AT HOME,” 165

and there I enclosed him and left him, for I was very impatient to
be at home, from whence I had been absent above a month.

I cannot express what a satisfaction it was to me to come into
my old hutch and lie down in my hammock-bed. This little
wandering journey, without settled place of abode, had been so
unpleasant to me, that my own house, as I called it to myself, was
a perfect settlement to me compared to that ; and it rendered
everything about me so comfortable that I resolved I would never
go a great way from it.again while it should be my lot to stay on
the island.

I reposed myself here a week, to rest and regale myself after
my long journey ; during which most of the time was taken up in
the weighty affair of making a cage for my poll, which began now
tou be a mere
domestic, and to,
be mighty well
acquainted with
me. Then I be-
gan to think: of
the poor kid
which I had
penned in within
iny little circle,
and resolved to
go and fetch it
home or give it
some food. Ac-
cordingly I went,
and found it
where I left it;
for, indeed, it
could not get
out, but almost
starved for want
of food. I went
and cut boughs
of trees, and “IT FOLLOWED ME LIKE A DOG.”