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The adventures of Robinson Crusoe

Author Daniel Defoe
Publisher University of Michigan Library
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Author(s)Daniel Defoe
ISBN / ASINB003HKQB1W
ISBN-13978B003HKQB16
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1908 edition. Excerpt: ...all one; I could see no other impression but that one. I went to it again to see if there were any more, and to observe if it might not be my fancy; but there was no room for that, for there was exactly the very print of a foot--toes, heel, and every part of a foot. How it came thither I knew not, nor could in the least imagine. When I came to my castle, for so I think I called it ever after this, I fled into it like one pursued. Whether I went over by the ladder, as first contrived, or went in at the hole in the rock, which I called a door, I cannot remember; no, nor could I remember the next morning, fornever frightened hare fled to cover, or fox to earth, with more terror of mind than I.to this retreat. I slept none jhati night. The farther I was from the# occasion of my fright, the greater my apprehensions were; which is somethlngljontrary to the nature of such things and especially to the usual practice of all creatures-ia fear. In the middle of these apprehensions, it came into my thought one day, that all this might be a mere chimera of my own; and that this foot might be the print of my own foot, when I came on shore from my boat. This cheered me up a little too, and I began to persuade myself it was all a delusion, that it was nothing else but my own foot; and why might not I come that way from the boat, as well as I was going that way to the boat? Again, I considered also, that I could by no means tell, for certain, where I had trod, and where I had not; and that if, at last, this was only the print of my own foot, I had played the part of those fools who strive to make stories of spectres and apparitions, and then are frightened at them more than anybody. Now I began to take courage, and to peep abroad again, for I had not stirred out...