THE

Lite and Adventures

OF

ROBINSON CRUSORK.

An isle....

Rich, but the loneliest in a lonely sea.
No want was there of human sustenance,
Soft fruitage, mighty nuts, and nourishixrg roots ;
Nor save for pity was it hard to take
The helpless life so wild that it was tame.
There in a seaward-gazing mountain gorge
‘He’ built, and thatched with leaves of palm, a hut,
Half hut, half native cavern.
TENNYSON

Part THE FURST.