My Third Year on The Island

My Third Year on The Island

Though after two years on the island, I had almost everything I wanted, still, at times my heart was heavy. I looked about me and realized that I was a prisoner with no hope of escape. This thought made me cry like a child.

To come over such feelings I read Bible every day and drew much comfort from it. When I opened the Bible and read these words: I will never leave you or let you down, these words got me thinking, “well then,” I said to myself, “if God hasn’t forgotten me, what does it matter if the whole world has forgotten me.”

From that moment I realized that God wanted me to be happy on this island. So, I started my third year, a busy one. I divided my time between the Bible and the gun.

In November and December, I gathered my corn. Since I had no tools for this work, I simply pulled the ears off and carried them away in the basket. I was glad that I would eat bread after such a long time. But the problem was that I didn’t know how to make bread.

Meanwhile, I had lots of other work to do such as a parrot to speak and making pots for teaching the kitchen. You would have laughed at my pots, as they were so ugly! Some fell in, some fell out, some would crack in sun, and some broke down when I tried to pick them up. After two months of hard work, I had only made two large ugly jars.

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Once I learned how to make pots I wondered how to ‘burn’ them, as the potters say. I made a fire and kept the pots inside. The next morning, I found some excellent pots. After this, I was never short of pots for use in the kitchen or elsewhere.

The only thing that remained was to make bread out of corn, which I eventually learned with great difficulty. But when the bread was ready it was worth all the trouble I had gone through.