ng, but a long island,
or rather a ridge of sands. On one of these islands I found some
Spaniards, but they belonged to the isle of Trinidad, who came hither
in a sloop to make salt, and try to find some pearl muscles. But at
length I came fair on the south side of my island, and there I
presently knew the countenance of my little kingdom; so we brought the
ship safe to an anchor, broadside within the creek, where stood my
ancient and venerable castle.

No sooner did I see the place, but calling for Friday, I asked him where
he was? But when he looked a little, he clapped his hands, crying, _O
joy, O there, O yes, O there!_ pointing to our old abode, and then fell
a dancing and capering as if he was mad, and I had much ado to keep him
from jumping into the sea, to swim ashore. 'Friday,' said I, 'what do you
think, shall we go to see your father?' at the mentioning his father's
name, the poor affectionate creature fell a-weeping: _No, no,_ says he,
_me see him no more, never see poor father more! he long ago die, die
long ago: he much old man._ 'You don't know that,' said I, 'but shall we
see any body else?' He looks about, and pointing to the hill above my
house, cries out, _We see, we see there much men and there_: which,
though I could not perceive them with my perspective glass, was true,
by what the men themselves told me the next day.

When the English ancient was spread, and three guns fired, as a signal
of friendship, we perceived a smoke rise from the creek; upon which I
ordered the boat out, taking Friday with me, and hanging out a white
flag of truce, I went on shore, accompanied also by the young friar, to
whom I had related the history of the first part of my life; besides we
had sixteen men well armed, in case we had met with any opposition.

After we had rowed directly into the creek, the first man I fixed my eye
upon was the Spaniard, whose life I had saved, and whose face I
perfectly well knew. I ordered them all to stay in the boat for a while:
but Friday, perceiving his father at a distance, would have jumped into
the sea, had they not let the boat go. No sooner was he on shore, but he
flew like a swift arrow out of a bow to embrace his aged father.
Certainly it would melt a man of the firmest resolution into the softest
tears to see with what uncommon transports of joy he saluted him; he
first kissed him, then stroked his face, took him in his arms, laid him
under a shady tree, sat down by him, then