... Arriving at the refuge, gave him bread ,[...] in badly needed after the long ride made. When it was restored [...] He lay down immediately because he had to be exhausted, poor man, and soon fell asleep. I watched while resting and appurai that it was a young man of perhaps twenty-six, good looking, well proportioned body with strong limbs and muscles darted under the skin. [...] His name would be "Friday", because on Friday I had saved his life and wanted his name remembered that day. When we went where he had buried the two savages who had chased, Friday, I pointed to the spot where they were the cover and some identifying marks affixed by him, so that we could dig up the corpses and eat them. I showed her indignation and expressed in the most effective Naus that I took at the very thought of such a banquet .[...] we set off towards the point on the coast where the cannibals had held a feast. When we arrived I felt the blood freeze and my heart shook the horrible scene that came to my eyes: it was a dreadful spectacle, at least for me, because Friday seemed completely indifferent. the ground was littered with human bones, the sand soaked with blood, shreds of human flesh were scattered here and there, torn, Rosica, scorched. [...] Three skulls, five hands, the long bare bones of three or four legs, small and well-cleaned feet, and pieces of dismembered bodies, covered with clotted blood .[...] I realized with horror that the My unfortunate companion those pieces of meat were throat, that I gladly would not gnawed gnawed a bone at all: after all he was a cannibal and that kind of meat was used to it. [...] I showed it to prove a profound horror that his bestial desire ... Adapted from "Robinson Crusoe" by Daniel Defoe.
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