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of the canoes were destroyed, and the sea for a time was covered
with the wretched savages, struggling to swim, and uttering the
most frightful howls. The fortunate ones in those of the canoes
that had not been hit did not wait to help their comrades, but
speeded off as fast as they could paddle. One by one the others
sank, and in a short time the sea was as clear of them as if they
had never been there.

Thus a terrible vengeance was taken for Friday's death, but his
master felt little consoled thereby. The poor fellow was so honest,
faithful, and affectionate, and had ways so cheerful and pleasant, that
Robinson Crusoe had grown to be most sincerely attached to him,
and he now mourned him as if he had beena son. He caused his
body to be buried in the sea with all the honors possible, and it
seemed to him as if the delight of being restored to his old home
hardly made up for the loss of one who had beeome so dear to him.

The voyage homeward was continued; and no further mishap
occurring, Robinson Crusoe arrived safe in England after his many
years of absence. He found that his father and mother were dead,
as well as many of his old friends, and for a time he felt almost as
lonely as on his island. But he married a worthy wife before long,
and buying a farm with the sold he had brought home, settled
down to a quiet country life. He was blest with children who
grew up to be his delight and comfort, and his old age was spent
in peace and happiness.