er yet met any cannibals.
And when he looked around he saw many bones lying about. They were so
old that it seemed certain to him that all those years he had been
living on an island which was a regular place for the natives to come
to for such feasts. Then he saw what a mercy it was that he had been
wrecked on the other side of the island, to which, he supposed, the
cannibals never came, because the beach was not so good for them to
land on.

Full of horror, Robinson hurried back to his house, and for almost two
years he never again came near that part of the island where the bones
lay, nor ever visited his boat. But all the time he kept thinking how
he might some day kill those cannibals while they were at their feast,
and perhaps save some of the poor men whom they had not yet killed.

Now one day when Robinson was down in the bottom of the valley,
cutting thick branches to burn for charcoal, he cleared away some
undergrowth at the foot of a great rock, in which, near the ground,
there was a sort of hole, or opening. Into this hole Robinson
squeezed, not very easily, and found himself in a cave of good size,
high enough, at least, to stand up in. It was quite dark, of course,
to him coming in from the sunlight, and he turned his back to the
entrance to feel his way further in, when suddenly, from the back of
the cave he saw two great fiery eyes glaring at him. His very hair
bristled with fright, for he could only think that it must be the
Devil at least that he saw; and through the mouth of the cave he fled
with a yell.

But when he got into the bright sunshine he began to feel ashamed of
his panic, and to reason with himself that what he had seen must be
only his own fancy. So, taking up a big burning branch from his fire,
in he went again.

Before Robinson had taken three steps he stopped, in almost as great a
fright as at first. Close to him he heard a great sigh, as if of some
one in pain, then a sound like a muttering, as of words that he could
not understand; again another deep sigh. Cold sweat broke out all over
him, and he stepped back trembling, yet determined this time not to
run away.

Holding his torch well over his head, he looked around, and there on
the floor of the cave lay a huge old he goat, gasping for breath,
dying, seemingly of mere old age.

He stirred him with his toe to see if he could get him out of the
cave, but the poor beast could not rise, and Robinson left him to die
where he wa