I could add more ground to my enclosure.

This was acting with some prudence, and I went to work with courage. I
was about three months hedging in the first piece; and, till I had done
it, I tethered the three kids in the best part of it, and used them to
feed as near me as possible, to make them familiar; and very often I
would go and carry them some ears of barley, or a handful of rice, and
feed them out of my hand; so that after my enclosure was finished and I
let them loose, they would follow me up and down, bleating after me for a
handful of corn.

This answered my end, and in about a year and a half I had a flock of
about twelve goats, kids and all; and in two years more I had
three-and-forty, besides several that I took and killed for my food.
After that, I enclosed five several pieces of ground to feed them in,
with little pens to drive them to take them as I wanted, and gates out of
one piece of ground into another.

But this was not all; for now I not only had goat's flesh to feed on when
I pleased, but milk too--a thing which, indeed, in the beginning, I did
not so much as think of, and which, when it came into my thoughts, was
really an agreeable surprise, for now I set up my dairy, and had
sometimes a gallon or two of milk in a day. And as Nature, who gives
supplies of food to every creature, dictates even naturally how to make
use of it, so I, that had never milked a cow, much less a goat, or seen
butter or cheese made only when I was a boy, after a great many essays
and miscarriages, made both butter and cheese at last, also salt (though
I found it partly made to my hand by the heat of the sun upon some of the
rocks of the sea), and never wanted it afterwards. How mercifully can
our Creator treat His creatures, even in those conditions in which they
seemed to be overwhelmed in destruction! How can He sweeten the
bitterest providences, and give us cause to praise Him for dungeons and
prisons! What a table was here spread for me in the wilderness, where I
saw nothing at first but to perish for hunger!

CHAPTER XI--FINDS PRINT OF MAN'S FOOT ON THE SAND

It would have made a Stoic smile to have seen me and my little family sit
down to dinner. There was my majesty the prince and lord of the whole
island; I had the lives of all my subjects at my absolute command; I
could hang, draw, give liberty, and take it away, and no rebels among all
my subjects. Then, to see how like a king I dined, too