Chapter 47


Friday was so excited to see his father again, that I did not dare disrupt them. Yet, after a while I called Friday to ask him if he had given his father some bread to eat. In his happiness, he had forgotten to do so. That is why I gave him the rest of the bread I had, some rum and a handful of raisins.

He gave all this to his father, but suddenly he jumped out of the canoe and ran to the forest as fast as he could. I called after him, but it was no use – he did not even hear me.

He came back fifteen minutes later, carrying an earthen jar full of fresh water and two loaves of bread. He gave me the bread, but handed the jar to his father who was dying with thirst. After he had drank and was feeling better, I asked Friday to bring the rest of the water and the bread loaves to the Spaniard who needed them just as badly. I also gave him a handful of raisins.

The Spaniard was very grateful to me, but was so weak and his limbs were so swollen from the ropes that he could not get up on his feet anymore. I asked Friday to rub his hands and feet just as he had done his father’s.

Friday was still so excited that every two or three minutes he would turn around to see how his father was doing. Once he did not see him, so he almost flew to him only to find him resting at the more comfortable bottom of the canoe.

I asked the Spaniard to go to the boat with Friday’s help and then we would take him to our place. Friday, however, being young and strong just took the Spaniard on his back and carried him to the canoe. Then he carefully laid him there and arranged so that both he and his father were comfortable. After that Friday jumped out of the canoe and guided it along the beach faster than I could walk.