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One day I found a small bag in my things . There was grain in it for the chickens on the ship . But the rats had eaten nearly all of it . I shook out the dust on the ground near my fence . A month later I saw some green shoots there . Soon there were real stalks of barley , like the barley in England , and a few stalks of rice too . At first I thought that God had made them grow for me . Then I remembered the bag , and it did not seem such a miracle after all . But I still thanked God . I kept every seed very carefully and planted them again . In my fourth year on the island I finally had enough grain to eat bread . In April of my first year I finished a ladder for my fence . The next day I was working inside my cave . Suddenly earth and stones began to fall from the roof . I ran out in terror , and I climbed over the fence . The ground was shaking under my feet . It was an earthquake . A great rock fell from a hill near the sea with a terrible noise . The sea itself became wild . I was sick with fear . Then a storm came with heavy rain . After this I was afraid to live under the rock . I decided to build a new home in an open place . But it was too much work , and in the end I stayed where I was . I made the roof of my cave stronger with wooden posts . The earthquake moved the wreck of the ship too . The sea threw pieces of it onto the beach . For many days I went out to the wreck and brought back wood , iron and lead . In June I found a big turtle on the beach . It was the first turtle that I saw on the island . I cooked it , and it was the best meal of my life there . VIII . Illness and Faith A few days later I became very ill . First I was shivering with cold , and then I was burning hot . I had terrible pains in my head . My journal tells the story : “ 19 June . Very ill , and shivering . ” “ 20 June . No rest all night . Terrible pains in my head . ” “ 22 June . A little better , but very afraid of being sick and alone with nobody to help me . ” One night I had a dreadful dream . I saw a man come down from a black cloud in a bright fire . He came towards me with a spear in his hand . “ You have not changed , ” he said in a terrible voice . “ Now you shall die . ” I woke up in great fear . For the first time in many years I thought about God . I remembered my father’s words and my broken promises . I cried out , “ Lord , help me , for I am in great trouble ! ” It was the first real prayer of my life . The next day I remembered that the people of Brazil used tobacco as medicine for almost every illness . I found some in one of my chests . In the same chest there was a Bible . I put some tobacco leaves in a glass of rum . Before I drank it , I opened the Bible . The first words that I read were these : “ Call on me in the day of trouble , and I will save you . ” These words went deep into my heart .
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