by Daniel Defoe
Strangely, seeing the remains of the cannibal feast helped clear my mind. I now knew what i was up against. These savages had obviously been to my island many times before. Yet, after eighteen years, they had never seen me. I realised I could go another eighteen in the same way if I was careful. For the next two years, I stayed close to home and took few chances. Iwas always well armed with a musket, sword and two pistols. But i seldom fired my guns unless there was no other choice.
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