Accidents > Life and most surprising adventures of Robinson Crusoe, of York, mariner, who lived eight and twenty years in an uninhabited island on the coast of America, near the mouth of the great river Oroonoque

29S ROBINSON CRUSOE.
about ttvo miles from the village. My olJ pilot and
I walked on foot, forfooth, for fome variety, when
coming to the place where the camels were kept as
in a park guarded by Chinele foldiers, we there a-
greed and bought one, which the Chinefe man that
came with me led along the road. But we had not
gone far, before we were attacked by five Tartars,
mounted on horfeback, two of whom feized the
man, took the camel from him, and rode away,
while the other three approached us, the firft of
whom fuddenly leized me as I was drawing my
fv ord, the fecond knocked me down ; but my old
trufty Portuguefe, taking a piftol out of his pocket,
which I knew nothing of, and coming up to the
fellow that ftruck me, he, with one hand, pulled
him off his hori'e, and then fhot him dead upon
the fpot; then taking Ids feymitar, he Uruck at the
man that ftopt us, but milling him, cut oft’one of
his horfe’s ears, the pain of which made him throw
his rider to the ground. The poor Chinele, who
had led the camel, feeing the Tartar down, runs to
him, and feizing upon his pole-axe, wrenched it from
Ids hands, -and knocked his brains out. But there
was another Tartar to deal with, who feeming neither
inclined to fight, nor to fly, and my old man ha¬
ving begun to charge his piflol, the very light of it
ftruck luch a terror into the wretch, that away he
ftoured, leaving my old pilot, rather my champion
and defender, an abfolute vidlory.
By this time, being awakened from my trance, I
began to open my eyes, wondering where I was, ha¬
ving quite forgot all that palled ; but my 1'enfes re¬
turning, and feeling a great pain in my head, and
feeing the blood was running over my cloaths, I in-
ftantly jumped upon my feet, and grafped my Iword
in my hand, with a refolution to take revenge; but
no enemies now remained, except the dead Tartar,
with his horfe Handing by him. The old man fee*