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Robinson Crusoe
Chapter 1 · 9 illustrations Leaving home and the first shipwreck
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1·1 A high view of 1630s York at quiet dawn, with roofs, spires and chimney smoke
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1·2 The old father weeps quietly in his chamber as he speaks of the son lost in the wars
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1·3 A young man boards at Hull on 1 September 1651 as the master's son beckons him
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1·4 Flushed and half drunk, Crusoe lifts a cup of punch before the calm bright sea
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1·5 Idle sailors rest on an anchored collier while dozens of ships ride to the contrary wind
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1·6 Seamen swing axes at the leaning foremast as the master gives a grim nod
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1·7 The dismasted ship sinks as shocked seamen stare and young Crusoe looks at the boards
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1·8 On a Yarmouth street, the weary master tells the young runaway never to go to sea again
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1·9 On the Thames bank at dusk, young Crusoe turns from the London road to gaze at the masts
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Chapter 2 · 9 illustrations From slavery to flight along the coast
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2·1 A high view of the 1650s Thames, thick with masts under a smoky grey sky
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2·2 Sixty turbaned boarders from the Sallee rover pour onto the English merchantman's deck
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2·3 On Sallee's quay steps, young Crusoe stares at his patron's door, stunned to be a slave
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2·4 On the quay at Sallee, Ismael hands a pouch of powder to Crusoe in the long-boat
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2·5 Crusoe hooks an arm under trusting Ismael's waist, about to toss him into the sea
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2·6 Crusoe levels the fowling-piece at Ismael, who pleads from the sea with an open palm
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2·7 Crusoe aims at a huge unseen beast swimming at the boat at night while Xury cowers
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2·8 From the boat, Xury points out a huge lion asleep under a rock as Crusoe grips his gun
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2·9 From the boat, Crusoe takes aim at the sleeping lion while Xury crouches beside him
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Chapter 3 · 9 illustrations From rescue to planter to shipwreck
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3·1 From high above, a tiny long-boat with one sail glides south along the African coast
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3·3 Crusoe shades his eyes toward a distant sail while Xury grips the tiller
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3·4 The Portuguese captain waves off Crusoe's goods and will carry him to Brazil in charity
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3·5 On a Brazilian veranda, the young planter leans over his will, eager to sail for Guinea
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3·6 A lone young planter walks away between tobacco and cane toward the dark forest
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3·7 At grey dawn the shout of "Land!" rings out and the ship strikes the sand.
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3·8 Eleven men in an overloaded boat freeze as a black-green wave towers over the stern
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3·9 Half-drowned and alone, Crusoe staggers across the sand as a hill-high wave rears behind
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3·10 Alone on the cliff-top, the drenched survivor lifts his face and hands in thanks
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Chapter 4 · 6 illustrations Salvage from the wreck and discovery of the island
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4·1 A bird's-eye view of the empty shore on a calm morning, the wreck a speck far out to sea
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4·2 Crusoe's wet hand grips the frayed rope at the fore-chains, his only way up the ship
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4·3 On the loaded raft by the ship, Crusoe studies the shore, with no sail, oar or rudder
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4·4 Aground on a shoal, the castaway braces against the tilting chests to save his cargo
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4·5 From the hilltop, Crusoe sees the endless sea and realizes he is on an island
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4·6 Crusoe fires the island's first gun, and a screaming cloud of birds bursts from the wood
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Chapter 5 · 7 illustrations Salvaging the wreck until the storm takes it
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5·1 Shin-deep in the channel, the young castaway looks up at the tall tarred ship
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5·2 Back from the wreck, the castaway aims his gun at a wild cat sitting on his chest
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5·3 The laden raft pitches at the mouth of the cove, flinging Crusoe off balance
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5·4 In the cabin, Crusoe smiles wryly at useless coins and holds a knife he values more
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5·5 Crusoe swims for the sands through storm chop, clutching a bundle of coin to his chest
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5·6 After the storm, Crusoe looks out at the empty sand bank where the ship once lay
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5·7 Before his sail tent on the cove's bank, Crusoe studies the wooded rise for a cave
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Chapter 6 · 5 illustrations A fortified home and a reckoning with fate
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6·1 From above, the lonely island rises from marsh to a green plain under a pale rock face
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6·2 Crusoe stands small on a green plain beneath a house-high pale rock face
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6·4 Lightning whitens the sky and the castaway freezes, fearing for all his powder
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6·5 Alone by his tarpaulin tent, Crusoe weeps quietly over his fate on the desolate island
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6·6 On the sand, Crusoe points to the empty sea, sternly grateful to be alive
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Chapter 7 · 5 illustrations Calendar, ledger and the ordered cave
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7·1 From far above, the small green island lies alone in a blue sea, the wreck a tiny speck
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7·2 The young castaway sets his knife to a tall post to cut his first calendar inscription
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7·3 Crusoe looks up from his ledger toward the cave mouth, despair easing into quiet hope
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7·4 Crusoe looks up from his ledger at cave shelves of tools, nails, books and muskets
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7·6 From the hilltop, Crusoe shades his eyes at a glint on the sea, taking it for a sail
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Chapter 8 · 7 illustrations Journal: the first months of settling
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8·1 A bird's-eye view of the small green island in a grey, rain-beaten sea, the ship a speck
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8·2 Half-drowned and alone, the young castaway looks up at the unknown cliffs in despair
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8·3 Under a lightning-split sky, the castaway shields his powder barrel at his tent mouth
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8·4 In a cloud of dust, the castaway stares at the fallen earth that would have buried him
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8·6 Kneeling in the rock's shade, the castaway weeps over sprouts of English barley and rice
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8·7 Just over his new wall, Crusoe staggers on the cracking plain as the earthquake strikes
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8·8 A tiny castaway crouches on the plain as a black storm tears up the shore trees
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Chapter 9 · 7 illustrations Illness, dream and repentance
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9·1 From above, the lone island after the quake shows its wreck and a half-circle of stakes
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9·2 At low tide, Crusoe stands before the heaved-up wreck, seeing he can walk right up to it
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9·3 In a fever dream, a fiery figure with a spear judges the terrified sick castaway
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9·4 Feverish in his cave, Crusoe weeps and cries out to God in his first prayer in years
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9·5 In the lamplit cave, the sick castaway kneels by his bed and prays for the first time
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9·6 Pale after his fever, Crusoe kneels in the cave and gives thanks for his recovery
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9·7 In the lamplit cave, Crusoe flings down the Bible and raises both hands to heaven in joy
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Chapter 10 · 6 illustrations Exploring the island, learning the seasons
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10·1 The island from above in the dry season, a tiny stake enclosure its only human trace
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10·2 In the wooded valley, Crusoe stops in wonder at ripe melons and hanging grapes
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10·3 From a gentle rise, the young castaway looks up the green vale toward its bright head
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10·4 On the first anniversary of his landing, Crusoe kneels forehead to earth in his cave
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10·5 Crusoe stands between his bare, cracked first plot and thriving green barley and rice
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10·6 Three years on, the ring of cut stakes has grown into a living canopy over the bower.
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Chapter 11 · 7 illustrations Crusoe's journey across the island and his third year
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11·1 A high view over the calm western sea toward Crusoe's green, untouched island
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11·2 A young castaway and his dog stand at the savannah's edge, gazing west over the calm sea
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11·3 Crusoe looks down on a pale western beach crowded with turtles, penguins and sea-fowl
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11·4 By a goat-fat lamp, a castaway's finger rests beneath a verse saying he is not forsaken
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11·5 At his cave table, Crusoe rests a hand on the open Bible, his lips pressed shut
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11·6 Three dead birds hang in chains from hedge stakes, a warning that has saved the barley
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11·7 Crusoe's hands rub barley ears over a basket beside a golden heap and a pile of rice
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Chapter 12 · 7 illustrations Crafts, a failed canoe, and reconciliation
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12·1 At dawn, the castaway turns his first hard-burnt pipkin, its sand-melted glaze shining
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12·2 Crusoe bends over steaming broth in his first clay pot as Poll watches from his perch
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12·4 Crusoe rests a hand on his vast cedar dugout, which points to a creek it cannot yet reach
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12·6 In an open drawer, mould-spotted coins lie forgotten beneath an idle sun-browned hand
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12·7 At the cave mouth, Crusoe looks over his green plain and the sea, quiet and thankful
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12·8 The castaway looks down with rueful pride at his goat-skin cap, waistcoat and breeches
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12·9 Crusoe folds his goat-skin umbrella as two spoiled frames lie on the sand at his feet
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Chapter 13 · 6 illustrations The boat voyage and the tamed goats
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13·1 An empty, sunlit island lies small and green in a wide blue sea.
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13·2 In his canoe, Crusoe sees how far the surf-ringed ledge runs toward the pale sandbar
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13·4 Adrift far out at sea, the castaway stretches his arms toward the small green island
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13·5 Crusoe sleeps in his bower as Poll, perched on the hedge, calls his name
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13·6 Crusoe finds a fierce old he-goat in one pit and three huddled kids in the next
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13·7 At the gate of the nearest pen, the castaway feeds barley to three kids
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Chapter 14 · 9 illustrations The footprint in the sand
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14·1 The lonely green island lies small in a wide blue sea, a tiny figure by the pale rock
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14·2 On the hill crown, Crusoe admires himself in his goat-skin cap, breeches and buskins
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14·3 From the hill at evening, a tiny watcher sees the current return, farther from shore
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14·4 A single bare human footprint lies crisp in smooth pale sand
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14·5 Alone on the sand, the goat-skin-clad castaway freezes above a single bare footprint
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14·6 At dawn, the young castaway kneels beside his plank bed with his hands clasped and his head bowed.
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14·7 A sun-browned finger rests under a line of comfort in the worn open Bible at dawn
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14·8 Crusoe sets his bare foot by the stranger's print, which is far larger than his own
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14·9 The castaway's stakes have grown into a green wall; only the rock's pale crest shows
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Chapter 15 · 7 illustrations From Cannibal Shore to the Cave
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15·1 A high view of Crusoe's small green island alone in a calm blue sea, the mainland far off
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15·2 Frozen, Crusoe gazes down a white beach strewn with human bones toward the fire circle
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15·3 Crusoe doubles over on the bone-strewn shore, one hand flung out to ward off the sight
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15·4 Above the cannibal shore, Crusoe lays his guns aside and kneels in thanks to God
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15·5 Two pale glints hang low in the black far corner of the cave, watching the entrance
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15·6 Crusoe raises a firebrand and finds the devil in the dark is only an old dying he-goat
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15·7 Crusoe straightens up inside the hidden grotto after the long crawl, a candle in each hand.
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Chapter 16 · 8 illustrations Savages' fire and the Spanish wreck
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16·1 The small green island lies alone on a pale sea at December dawn, the mainland far off
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16·2 From the hilltop, nine tiny figures sit round a smoking fire on a long pale beach
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16·3 On a stormy night, Crusoe lights a hilltop beacon for the unseen ship he heard firing
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16·4 From a high dark rock, the young castaway looks out at the broken wreck in white surf
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16·5 On the high rock, Crusoe presses his fists to his chest, longing for one saved companion
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16·6 Crusoe's small canoe approaches the Spanish wreck jammed between two black rocks
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16·7 On the Spanish wreck, Crusoe finds two drowned sailors locked in each other's arms
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16·8 Among Spanish chests, Crusoe holds a pump and eyes his bare feet; silver lies ignored
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Chapter 17 · 5 illustrations Crusoe's dream comes true: Friday
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17·1 Crusoe's whole island from high above: a small green shape ringed by surf in a bright sea
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17·3 Far below the hilltop, five canoes lie on the sand as thirty dancers circle a fire
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17·4 A tiny runner races down the beach toward the viewer, far ahead of three pursuers
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17·6 Three bleached skulls and scattered bones rest in the blackened fire pit on pale sand
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17·7 Beside his small canvas tent, Friday looks up at his master with a bright, trusting smile
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Chapter 18 · 8 illustrations Friday's education and the plan to leave
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18·1 After the first gunshot, Friday kneels and clings to Crusoe's legs, pleading in terror
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18·2 The castaway lowers his smoking gun as Friday, wide-eyed, watches a green parrot fall
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18·3 Crusoe listens in sober silence as Friday admits his people also eat captured men
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18·4 Friday holds his hands side by side for two canoes; Crusoe feels the first hope of escape
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18·5 Friday leans in to ask the unanswerable question, and Crusoe draws back, baffled
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18·6 By the broken boat, Friday spreads ten fingers to show seventeen rescued Europeans
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18·7 Friday leaps with joy toward the mainland of his homeland as Crusoe quietly watches
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18·8 On the hazy hilltop, Friday, hand on chest, vows to make his people love Crusoe
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Chapter 19 · 6 illustrations Friday's boat and the rescue of two captives
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19·1 The small green island floats in a calm blue sea, smoke rising from its slope
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19·3 Friday vaults the fence crying that three canoes have landed, and Crusoe rises, startled
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19·4 Through Crusoe's spyglass, a bearded European lies bound with rushes on the sand
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19·5 Above the cannibal shore, Crusoe and Friday kneel side by side with muskets raised
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19·6 Crusoe and Friday fire into the feasters, who leap up in panic amid white gunsmoke
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19·7 On the beach, Crusoe kneels over the gasping Spaniard and saws through his rush bonds
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Chapter 20 · 5 illustrations Mutineers land; captain rescued
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20·1 The Spaniard points to the crops and advises waiting another harvest; the castaway nods
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20·3 From the hilltop, Crusoe spots an English ship at anchor and a long-boat heading ashore
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20·4 Armed seamen leap from an English long-boat and drag three bound prisoners onto the sand
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20·5 Two marooned men fire on the sleeping mutineers as the captain holds his musket unfired
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20·6 The captain raises his reversed musket over a wounded mutineer who pleads for help
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Chapter 21 · 5 illustrations The ship recovered by stratagem
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21·1 Ten mutineers stop at the holed long-boat while Crusoe and the captain hide in the wood
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21·2 Seven mutineers huddle under a tree on the hill as their boat rides at anchor far out
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21·3 The captain and Friday spring up with muskets as the boatswain walks toward them
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21·4 Mutineers lay muskets in the mud as Will Atkins kneels and begs the captain for quarter
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21·5 The wounded mate pushes through the round-house door, pistol aimed into the dark cabin
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