d that all those men whom each side
took in war were their own by right. My slave's foes had four who fell
to their share, of whom he was one.

I now set to work to make my man a cap of hare's skin, and gave him a
goat's skin to wear round his waist. It was a great source of pride to
him, to find that his clothes were as good as my own.

At night, I kept my guns, sword, and bow close to my side; but there was
no need for this, as my slave was, in sooth, most true to me. He did all
that he was set to do, with his whole heart in the work; and I knew that
he would lay down his life to save mine. What could a man do more than
that? And oh, the joy to have him here to cheer me in this lone isle!

I did my best to teach him, so like a child as he was, to do and feel
all that was right, I found him apt, and full of fun; and he took great
pains to learn all that I could tell him. Our lives ran on in a calm,
smooth way; and, but for the vile feasts which were held on the shores,
I felt no wish to leave the isle.

As my slave had by no means lost his zest for these meals, it struck me
that the best way to cure him, was to let him taste the flesh of beasts;
so I took him with me one day to the wood for some sport. I saw a
she-goat, in the shade, with her two kids. I caught Friday by the arm,
and made signs to him not to stir, and then shot one of the kids; but
the noise of the gun gave the poor man a great shock. He did not see the
kid, nor did he know that it was dead. He tore his dress off his breast
to feel if there was a wound there; then he knelt down to me, and took
hold of my knees to pray of me not to kill him.

To show poor Friday that his life was quite safe, I led him by the hand,
and told him to fetch the kid. By and by, I saw a hawk in a tree, so I
bade him look at the gun, the hawk, and the ground; and then I shot the
bird. But my poor slave gave still more signs of fear this time, than he
did at first: for he shook from head to foot. He must have thought that
some fiend of death dwelt in the gun, and I think that he would have
knelt down to it, as well as to me; but he would not so much as touch
the gun for some time, though he would speak to it when he thought I was
not near. Once he told me that what he said to it was to ask it not to
kill him.

I brought home the bird, and made broth of it. Friday was much struck
to see me eat salt with it, and made a wry face; but I, in my turn, took
some that had no salt