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6o ROBINSON CRUSOEjk
feafon, and in the mean while ufe my belt Endeavours ,
to provide myfelf with materials to make bread.
But where were my labours to end ? The want of'
a plough to turn up the earth, or fhovel to dig it, I
conquered by making me a wooden fpade after a
particular manner : The want of a harrow, I fup- i
plied myfelf by dragging over the corn a great bough ,
of a tree : "When it was growing or fully ripe, I :
was forced to fence it, mow it, carry it home, threfh i
it, part it from the chaff, and fave it : And after all ;
this, I wanted a mill to grind it, fieves to drefs it, ;
yeaft and fait to make it into bread, and an oven to :
bake it. This fet my brains on work to find fome 1
expedient for every one of thefe neceffaries again ft 1
the next harveft.
And now, having more feed, my fir ft care was ‘o j
prepare me more land. I pitched upon two large :
flat pieces of ground near my caftle for that purpofe, j
in which I fowed my feed, and fenced it with a good
hedge, which took me up three months, by which .
time it was the wet feafon. While the rain kept i
me within doors, I found feveral occafions to em¬
ploy myfelf; and while at work ufed to divert my- .
feif with talking to my parrot, learning him to know i
and fueak his own name, POLL, the firft welcome
word I ever heard fpoke on the ifland. I had been a "
long time contriving how to make earthen veflels,
which I wanted extremely ; and when I confidered
the heat of the climate, I did not doubt but, rf I could :
find any proper clay, I might botch up a pot, ftrong
enough, when dried in the fun, to bear handling,
and to hold any thing that was dry, as corn, meal,
and other things.
To be fhort, the cl: y I found ; but it would oc-
cafion the molt ferious perfon to fmile to fee what
aukward ways I took, and what ugly mifhapen things
I made ; how many either fell out or crack’d by the
violent heat of the fun, and fell in pieces when they
were