to lay by such quantities of
food as we would need to take along."

XXXVIII

ANOTHER SHIPWRECK

One evening Robinson sat in his shelter thinking of his plans to escape
to Friday's country. He was sad. For, after all, this place was very
dear to him. It was the only home he had. Had he not made everything
with his own hands? It was doubly dear to him on this account. He
thought how it would grieve him to leave his goats, his fields, and the
many comforts he had here.

He had been telling Friday of his home in New York. He told him of the
great city, and of its many wonderful sights. He told him of his country
and people, of his flag and its history. All these things brought back
memories of his boyhood and he wondered what changes had come in his
long absence. Friday, with wonderful intelligence, listened to all
Robinson told him. He was delighted in hearing Robinson tell of the
wonders of the great world, for he had never known anything about it. As
they talked Robinson noticed the approach of a storm. The sky was
getting black with clouds. The winds were blowing a hurricane. The waves
were coming in mountain high. It reminded him of the eventful night now
twenty-five years ago when his ship was tossed up on the shore like an
egg shell and broken to pieces.

Suddenly there was a sound that made Robinson start from his seat with
the wildest alarm. Was it the sound of a cannon from the ocean or the
terrible crash and roar of the water on the rocks of the coast? There it
is again; it is a cannon! Some ship is in distress! This is its signal!
Robinson ran out and down to the shore with Friday at his heels.

"O master!" said Friday, "can we not help? If they only knew the island
was here and how to steer into the harbor beyond the point of land on
the south."

Robinson was so excited that he scarcely knew what he was doing. He ran
up and down the shore calling wildly, but the awful roar of the sea and
wind drowned his cries. Suddenly his thoughts came to him. "Quick,
Friday, get some fire in a pot. We will run to the point, gather grass
and wood, and make a fire there. Maybe we can guide them into the
harbor."

They soon had a great beacon light sending its welcome greeting far over
the sea. The pilot of the ship saw it and steered his ship nearer and
nearer. Robinson was ready to shout for joy as the ship seemed about to
make the harbor. The ship had her sails torn in shreds and her rudder
broken. It was