I wore a short jacket of goatskin and a pair of knee breeches of the same.
I had neither stockings nor shoes. But I wore around my legs and feet some queer things that I called buskins. They were made of goatskin, too, and were of great use when walking among briers or stones.
Around my waist I had a broad belt of rawhide. I had no need of sword or dagger; and so I carried in this belt a little saw and a hatchet.
Another belt, which hung over my shoulder, held my powderhorn and shot pouch.
On my back was slung a basket. On my shoulder was my gun. Above my head I carried my great clumsy, ugly umbrella.
My face was as dark as mahogany. It was tanned by the sun and browned by the hot winds.
My beard was at one time a yard long. But I soon grew tired of it and cut it pretty short. Yet even then it looked grizzly enough, I assure you.
It is not a very handsome picture, is it?
But do not blame me. I dressed as well as I could. I kept myself clean. I tried to be worthy of respect, even though no one saw me.
I looked over my little kingdom and was proud and happy.
You would have laughed to see me and my family when dinner time came.
First there was myself, Robinson Crusoe, king of the island. I was the lord of everything I could see.
Then, like a king, I dined alone, with my servants looking on.
No one was allowed to talk to me but Poll Parrot, who sat on the back of my chair and waited for what I would give him.
My dog was now so old and feeble that he could hardly stir. He sat always at my right hand and wagged his tail if I did but snap my finger.
My two cats waited, one on each side of the table, to see what I would give them.
These two cats were not the same that I had brought from the ship. Those were dead, long ago, of old age. But they had left many kittens.
Indeed, there had come to be so many cats that I was forced to drive them away. All but these two had gone into the woods and become very wild.
I LEARN TO BAKE AND AM PROSPEROUS
I HAVE already told you about farming
I tried many plans, but it was several years before I could think of myself as a really good baker
My barley was very fine
But they did not take the place of bread
I tried pounding them with a stone