The Solitary of Juan Fernandez, Joseph Xavier Saintine [classic literature books .txt] 📗

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CONTENTS.

CHAPTER I.

The Royal Salmon. - Pretty Kitty. - Captain Stradling. - William Dampier.
- Reveries and Caprices of Miss Catherine.

CHAPTER II.

Alexander Selkirk. - The College. - First Love. - Eight Years of Absence.
- Maritime Combats. - Return and Departure. - The Swordfish.

CHAPTER III.

The Tour of the World. - The Way to manufacture Negroes. - California.
- The Eldorado. - Revolt of Selkirk. - The Log-Book. - Degradation.
- A Free Shore.

CHAPTER IV.

Inspection of the Country. - Marimonda. - A City seen through the Fog.
- The Sea every where. - Dialogue with a Toucan. - The first Shot.
- Declaration of War. - Vengeance. - A Terrestrial Paradise.

CHAPTER V.

Labors of the Colonist. - His Study. - Fishing. - Administration.
- Selkirk Island. - The New Prometheus. - What is wanting to Happiness.
- Encounter with Marimonda. - Monologue.

CHAPTER VI.

The Hammock. - Poison. - Success. - A Calm under the Tropics. - Invasion of the Island. - War and Plunder. - The Oasis. - The Spy-Glass.
- Reconciliation.

CHAPTER VII.

A Tête-a-tête. - The Monkey's Goblet. - The Palace. - A Removal. - Winter under the Tropics - Plans for the Future. - Property. - A burst of Laughter. - Misfortune not far off.

CHAPTER VIII.

A New Invasion. - Selkirk joyfully meets an ancient Enemy. - Combat on a Red Cedar. - A Mother and her Little Ones. - The Flock. - Fête in the Island; Pacific Combats, Diversions and Swings. - A Sail. - The Burning Wood. - Presentiments of Marimonda.

CHAPTER IX.

The Precipice. - A Dungeon in a Desert Island. - Resignation. - The passing Bird. - The browsing Goat. - The bending Tree. - Attempts at Deliverance.
- Success. - Death of Marimonda.

CHAPTER X.

Discouragement. - A Discovery. - A Retrospective Glance. - Project of Suicide. - The Last Shot. - The Sea Serpent. - The Porro .
- A Message. - Another Solitary.

CHAPTER XI.

The Island of San Ambrosio. - Selkirk at last knows what Friendship is.
- The Raft. - Visits to the Tomb of Marimonda. - The Departure. - The two Islands. - Shipwreck. - The Port of Safety.

CHAPTER XII.

The Island of Juan Fernandez. - Encounter in the Mountains. - Discussion.
- A New Captivity. - Cannon-shot. - Dampier and Selkirk. - Mas a Fuera .
- News of Stradling. - Confidences. - End of the History of the real Robinson Crusoe. - Nebuchadnezzar.

CONCLUSION.


CHAPTER I


The Royal Salmon. - Pretty Kitty. - Captain Stradling. - William Dampier.
- Reveries and Caprices of Miss Catherine.

About the commencement of the last century, the little town of St. Andrew, the capital of the county of Fife, in Scotland, celebrated then for its University, was not less so for its Inn, the Royal Salmon, which, built in 1681 by a certain Andrew Felton, had descended as an inheritance to his only daughter, Catherine.

This young lady, known throughout the neighborhood under the name of pretty Kitty, had contributed not a little, by her personal charms, to the success and popularity of the inn. In her early youth, she had been a lively and piquant brunette, with black, glossy hair, combed over a smooth and prominent forehead, and dark, brilliant eyes, a style of beauty much in vogue at that period. Though tall and slender in stature, she was, as our ancestors would have said, sufficiently
en bon point . In fine, Kitty merited her surname, and more than one laird in the neighborhood, more than one great nobleman even, - thanks to the familiarity which reigned among the different classes in Scotland, - had figured occasionally among her customers, caring as little what people might say as did the brave Duke of Argyle, whom Walter Scott has shown as conversing familiarly with his snuff merchant.

At present Catherine Felton is in her second youth. By a process common enough, but which at first appears contradictory, her attractions have diminished as they developed; her waist has grown thicker, the roses on her cheek assumed a deeper vermilion, her voice has acquired the rough and hoarse tone of her most faithful customers; the slender young girl is transformed into a virago. Fortunately for her, at the commencement of the eighteenth century, and especially in Scotland, reputations did not vanish as readily as in our days. Notwithstanding her increasing size and coarser voice, Catherine still remained pretty Kitty, especially in the eyes of those to whom she gave the largest credit.

Besides, if from year to year her beauty waned, a circumstance which might tend to diminish the attractions of her establishment, like a prudent woman she took care that her stock of ale and usquebaugh should also from year to year improve in quality, to preserve the equilibrium.

Undoubtedly the visits of lairds and great noblemen at her bar were less frequent than formerly, but all the trades-people in town, all the sailors in port, from the Gulf of Tay to the Gulf of Forth, still patronized the pretty landlady.

Meanwhile Catherine was not yet married. The gossips of the town were surprised, because she was rich and suitors were plenty; they fluttered around her constantly in great numbers, especially when somewhat exhilarated with wine. When their gallantry became obtrusive, Kitty was careful not to grow angry; she would smile, and lift up her white hand, tolerably heavy, till the offenders came to order. Catherine possessed in the highest degree the art of restraining without discouraging them, and always so as to forward the interests of her establishment.

To maintain the discipline of the tavern, nevertheless, the presence of a man was desirable; she understood this. Besides, the condition of an old maid did not seem to her at all inviting, and she did not care to wait the epoch of a third youth, before making a choice. But what would the unsuccessful candidates say? Would not this decision be at the risk of kindling a civil war, of provoking perhaps a general desertion? Then, too, accustomed as she was to command, the idea of giving herself a master alarmed her.

She was vacillating amid all these perplexities, when a certain sailor, with cold and reserved manners, whose face bore the mark of a deep sabre cut, and who had for some time past, frequented her inn with great assiduity, without ever having addressed to her a single word, took her aside one fine morning and said:

'Listen to me, Kate, and do not reply hastily. I came here, not like many others, attracted by your beautiful eyes, but because I wished to obtain recruits for an approaching voyage which I expected to undertake at my own risk and peril. I do not know how it has happened, but I now think less about sailing; I seem to be stumbling over roots. Right or wrong, I imagine that a good little wife, who will fill my glass while I am tranquilly smoking my pipe before a blazing fire, may have as many charms as the best brig in which one may sometimes perish with hunger and thirst. Right or wrong, I imagine to myself again that the prattle of two or three little monkeys around me, may be as agreeable as the sound of the wind howling through the masts, or of Spanish balls whistling about one's ears. All this, Kate, signifies that I mean to marry; and who do you suppose has put this pretty whim into my head? who, but yourself?'

Catherine uttered an exclamation of surprise, perfectly sincere, for if she had expected a declaration, it was certainly not from this quarter.

'Do not reply to me yet,' hastily resumed the sailor; 'he who pronounces his decree before he has heard the pleader and maturely reflected on the case, is a poor judge. To continue then. You are no longer a child, Kate, and I am no longer a young man; you are approaching thirty - - '

At these words the pretty Kitty made a gesture of surprise and of denial.

'Do not reply to me!' repeated the pitiless sailor. 'You are thirty! I have already passed another barrier, but not long since. We are of suitable age for each other. The man should always have traversed the road before his companion. You are active and genteel; that does very well for women. You have always been an honest girl, that is better still. As for me, my skin is not so white as yours, but it is the fault of a tropic sun. It is possible that I may be a little disfigured by the scar on my cheek; but of this scar I am proud; I had the honor of receiving it, while boarding a vessel, from the hand of the celebrated Jean Bart, who, after having on that occasion lost a fine opportunity of being honorably killed, has just suffered himself to die of a stupid pleurisy; but it is not of him but of myself that we are now to speak. After having fought with Jean Bart, I have made a voyage with our not less celebrated William Dampier, whom I may dare call my friend. You may therefore understand, Kate, that if you have the reputation of an honest girl, I have that of a good sailor. The name of Captain Stradling is favorably known upon two oceans, and it will be to your credit, if ever, with your arm linked in mine, we walk as man and wife, through any port of England or Scotland. I have said. Now, look, reflect; if my proposition suits you, I will settle for life on terra firma , and bid adieu to the sea; if not, I resume my projected expedition, and it will be to you, Kate, that I shall say adieu.'

Catherine opened her mouth to thank him, as was suitable, for his good intentions.

'Do not reply to me!' interrupted he again; 'in three days I will come to receive your decision.'

And he went out, leaving her amazed at having listened to so long a speech from one, who until then, seated motionless in a distant corner of the room, had always appeared to her the most rigid and silent of seamen.

That very day Catherine has come to a decision concerning the captain; she thinks him ugly and disagreeable, coarse and ignorant; he has dared to tell her that she is thirty years old, and she will hardly be so at St. Valentine's Day, which is six weeks ahead, at least. Besides the scar which he has received from the celebrated Jean Bart, his countenance has no beauty to boast of: his face is long and pale, his temples are furrowed with wrinkles, and his lips thick and heavy; his eyebrows, at the top of his forehead, seem to be lost in his hair; his eyes are not mates, his nose is one-sided; his form is perhaps still worse; he walks after the fashion of a duck. Fie! can such a man be a suitable match for the rich landlady of the Royal Salmon, for the beautiful Kitty; for her who, among so many admirers and lovers, has had but the difficulty of a choice?

The next day towards nightfall, Catherine, seated in her bar,