of　the　little　creek　which　Friday　swam　across　when　pursued　by　his
  two　brother　cannibals　with　sharpened　stomachs。　　After　comparing
  notes　with　other　travellers　who　have　similarly　revisited　the　Island
  and　conscientiously　inspected　it；　I　have　satisfied　myself　that　it
  contains　no　vestige　of　Mr。　Atkins's　domesticity　or　theology；　though
  his　track　on　the　memorable　evening　of　his　landing　to　set　his
  captain　ashore；　when　he　was　decoyed　about　and　round　about　until　it
  was　dark；　and　his　boat　was　stove；　and　his　strength　and　spirits
  failed　him；　is　yet　plainly　to　be　traced。　　So　is　the　hill…top　on
  which　Robinson　was　struck　dumb　with　joy　when　the　reinstated　captain
  pointed　to　the　ship；　riding　within　half　a　mile　of　the　shore；　that
  was　to　bear　him　away；　in　the　nine…and…twentieth　year　of　his
  seclusion　in　that　lonely　place。　　So　is　the　sandy　beach　on　which　the
  memorable　footstep　was　impressed；　and　where　the　savages　hauled　up
  their　canoes　when　they　came　ashore　for　those　dreadful　public
  dinners；　which　led　to　a　dancing　worse　than　speech…making。　　So　is
  the　cave　where　the　flaring　eyes　of　the　old　goat　made　such　a　goblin
  appearance　in　the　dark。　　So　is　the　site　of　the　hut　where　Robinson
  lived　with　the　dog　and　the　parrot　and　the　cat；　and　where　he　endured
  those　first　agonies　of　solitude；　which　…　strange　to　say　…　never
  involved　any　ghostly　fancies；　a　circumstance　so　very　remarkable；
  that　perhaps　he　left　out　something　in　writing　his　record？　　Round
  hundreds　of　such　objects；　hidden　in　the　dense　tropical　foliage；　the
  tropical　sea　breaks　evermore；　and　over　them　the　tropical　sky；
  saving　in　the　short　rainy　season；　shines　bright　and　cloudless。
  Neither；　was　I　ever　belated　among　wolves；　on　the　borders　of　France
  and　Spain；　nor；　did　I　ever；　when　night　was　closing　in　and　the
  ground　was　covered　with　snow；　draw　up　my　little　company　among　some
  felled　trees　which　served　as　a　breastwork；　and　there　fire　a　train
  of　gunpowder　so　dexterously　that　suddenly　we　had　three　or　four
  score　blazing　wolves　illuminating　the　darkness　around　us。
  Nevertheless；　I　occasionally　go　back　to　that　dismal　region　and
  perform　the　feat　again；　when　indeed　to　smell　the　singeing　and　the
  frying　of　the　wolves　afire；　and　to　see　them　setting　one　another
  alight　as　they　rush　and　tumble；　and　to　behold　them　rolling　in　the
  snow　vainly　attempting　to　put　themselves　out；　and　to　hear　their
  howlings　taken　up　by　all　the　echoes　as　well　as　by　all　the　unseen
  wolves　within　the　woods；　makes　me　tremble。
  I　was　never　in　the　robbers'　cave；　where　Gil　Blas　lived；　but　I　often
  go　back　there　and　find　the　trap…door　just　as　heavy　to　raise　as　it
  used　to　be；　while　that　wicked　old　disabled　Black　lies　everlastingly
  cursing　in　bed。　　I　was　never　in　Don　Quixote's　study；　where　he　read
  his　books　of　chivalry　until　he　rose　and　hacked　at　imaginary　giants；
  and　then　refreshed　himself　with　great　draughts　of　water；　yet　you
  couldn't　move　a　book　in　it　without　my　knowledge；　or　with　my
  consent。　　I　was　never　（thank　Heaven）　in　company　with　the　little　old
  woman　who　hobbled　out　of　the　chest　and　told　the　merchant　Abudah　to
  go　in　search　of　the　Talisman　of　Oromanes；　yet　I　make　it　my　business
  to　know　that　she　is　well　preserved　and　as　intolerable　as　ever。　　I
  was　never　at　the　school　where　the　boy　Horatio　Nelson　got　out　of　bed
  to　steal　the　pears：　　not　because　he　wanted　any；　but　because　every
  other　boy　was　afraid：　　yet　I　have　several　times　been　back　to　this
  Academy；　to　see　him　let　down　out　of　window　with　a　sheet。　　So　with
  Damascus；　and　Bagdad；　and　Brobingnag　（which　has　the　curious　fate　of
  being　usually　misspelt　when　written）；　and　Lilliput；　and　Laputa；　and
  the　Nile；　and　Abyssinia；　and　the　Ganges；　and　the　North　Pole；　and
  many　hundreds　of　places　…　I　was　never　at　them；　yet　it　is　an　affair
  of　my　life　to　keep　them　intact；　and　I　am　always　going　back　to　them。
  But；　when　I　was　in　Dullborough　one　day；　revisiting　the　associations
  of　my　childhood　as　recorded　in　previous　pages　of　these　notes；　my
  experience　in　this　wise　was　made　quite　inconsiderable　and　of　no
  account；　by　the　quantity　of　places　and　people　…　utterly　impossible
  places　and　people；　but　none　the　less　alarmingly　real　…　that　I　found
  I　had　been　introduced　to　by　my　nurse　before　I　was　six　years　old；
  and　used　to　be　forced　to　go　back　to　at　night　without　at　all　wanting
  to　go。　　If　we　all　knew　our　own　minds　（in　a　more　enlarged　sense　than
  the　popular　acceptation　of　that　phrase）；　I　suspect　we　should　find
  our　nurses　responsible　for　most　of　the　dark　corners　we　are　forced
  to　go　back　to；　against　our　wills。
  The　first　diabolical　character　who　intruded　himself　on　my　peaceful
  youth　（as　I　called　to　mind　that　day　at　Dullborough）；　was　a　certain
  Captain　Murderer。　　This　wretch　must　have　been　an　off…shoot　of　the
  Blue　Beard　family；　but　I　had　no　suspicion　of　the　consanguinity　in
  those　times。　　His　warning　name　would　seem　to　have　awakened　no
  general　prejudice　against　him；　for　he　was　admitted　into　the　best
  society　and　possessed　immense　wealth。　　Captain　Murderer's　mission
  was　matrimony；　and　the　gratification　of　a　cannibal　appetite　with
  tender　brides。　　On　his　marriage　morning；　he　always　caused　both
  sides　of　the　way　to　church　to　be　planted　with　curious　flowers；　and
  when　his　bride　said；　'Dear　Captain　Murderer；　I　ever　saw　flowers
  like　these　before：　　what　are　they　called？'　he　answered；　'They　are
  called　Garnish　for　house…lamb；'　and　laughed　at　his　ferocious
  practical　joke　in　a　horrid　manner；　disquieting　the　minds　of　the
  noble　bridal　company；　with　a　very　sharp　show　of　teeth；　then
  displayed　for　the　first　time。　　He　made　love　in　a　coach　and　six；　and
  married　in　a　coach　and　twelve；　and　all　his　horses　were　milk…white
  horses　with　one　red　spot　on　the　back　which　he　caused　to　be　hidden
  by　the　harness。　　For；　the　spot　WOULD　come　there；　though　every　horse
  was　milk…white　when　Captain　Murderer　bought　him。　　And　the　spot　was
  young　bride's　blood。　　（To　this　terrific　point　I　am　indebted　for　my
  first　personal　experience　of　a　shudder　and　cold　beads　on　the
  forehead。）　　When　Captain　Murderer　had　made　an　end　of　feasting　and
  revelry；　and　had　dismissed　the　noble　guests；　and　was　alone　with　his
  wife　on　the　day　month　after　their　marriage；　it　was　his　whimsical
  custom　to　produce　a　golden　rolling…pin　and　a　silver　pie…board。
  Now；　there　was　this　special　feature　in　the　Captain's　courtships；
  that　he　always　asked　if　the　young　lady　could　make　pie…crust；　and　if
  she　couldn't　by　nature　or　education；　she　was　taught。　　Well。　　When
  the　bride　saw　Captain　Murderer　produce　the　golden　rolling…pin　and
  silver　pie…board；　she　remembered　this；　and　turned　up　her　laced…silk
  sleeves　to　make　a　pie。　　The　Captain　brought　out　a　silver　pie…dish
  of　immense　capacity；　and　the　Captain　brought　out　flour　and　butter
  and　eggs　and　all　things　needful；　except　the　inside　of　the　pie；　of
  materials　for　the　staple　of　the　pie　itself；　the　Captain　brought　out
  none。　　Then　said　the　lovely　bride；　'Dear　Captain　Murderer；　what　pie
  is　this　to　be？'　　He　replied；　'A　meat　pie。'　　Then　said　the　lovely
  bride；　'Dear　Captain　Murderer；　I　see　no　meat。'　　The　Captain
  humorously　retorted；　'Look　in　the　glass。'　　She　looked　in　the　glass；
  but　still　she　saw　no　meat；　and　then　the　Captain　roared　with
  laughter；　and　suddenly　frowning　and　drawing　his　sword；　bade　her
  roll　out　the　crust。　　So　she　rolled　out　the　crust；　dropping　large
  tears　upon　it　all　the　time　because　he　was　so　cross；　and　when　she
  had　lined　the　dish　with　crust　and　had　cut　the　crust　all　ready　to
  fit　the　top；　the　Captain　called　out；　'I　see　the　meat　in　the　glass！'
  And　the　bride　looked　up　at　the　glass；　just　in　time　to　see　the
  Captain　cutting　her　head　off；　and　he　chopped　her　in　pieces；　and
  peppered　her；　and　salted　her；　and　put　her　in　the　pie；　and　sent　it
  to　the　baker's；　and　ate　it　all；　and　picked　the　bones。
  Captain　Murderer　went　on　in　this　way；　prospering　exceedingly；　until
  he　came　to　choose　a　bride　from　two　twin　sisters；　and　at　first
  didn't　know　which　to　choose。　　For；　though　one　was　fair　and　the
  other　dark；　they　were　both　equally　beautiful。　　But　the　fair　twin
  loved　him；　and　the　dark　twin　hated　him；　so　he　chose　the　fair　one。
  The　dark　twin　would　have　prevented　the　marriage　if　she　could；　but
  she　couldn't；　however；　on　the　night　before　it；　much　suspecting
  Captain　Murderer；　she　stole　out　and　climbed　his　garden　wall；　and
  looked　in　at　his　window　through　a　chink　in　the　shutter；　and　saw　him
  having　his　teeth　filed　sharp。　　Next　day　she　listened　all　day；　and
  heard　him　make　his　joke　about　the　house…lamb。　　And　that　day　month；
  he　had　the　paste　rolled　out；　and　cut　the　fair　twin's　head　off；　and
  chopped　her　in　pieces；　and　peppered　her；　and　salted　her；　and　put
  her　in　the　pie；　and　sent　it　to　the　baker's；　and　ate　it　all；　and
  picked　the　bones。
  Now；　the　dark　twin　had　had　her　suspicions　much　increased　by　the
  filing　of　the　Captain's　teeth；　and　again　by　the　house…lamb　joke。
  Putting　all　things　together　when　he　gave　out　that　her　sister　was
  dead；　she　divined　the　truth；　and　determined　to　be　revenged。　　So；
  she　went　up　to　Captain　Mur