So void was I of every Thing that was good，or of the least Sense of what I was，or was to be，that in the greatest Deliverances I enjoy'd，such as my Escape from Sallee；my being taken up by the Portuguese Master of the Ship；my being planted so well in the Brasils；my receiving the Cargo from England，and the like；I never had once the Word Thank God，so much as on my Mind，or in my Mouth；nor in the greatest Distress，had I so much as a Thought to pray to him，or so much as to say，Lord have Mercy upon me；no nor to mention the Name of God，unless it was to swear by，and blaspheme it.
I had terrible Reflections upon my Mind for many Months，as I have already observ'd，on the Account of my wicked and hardned Life past；and when I look'd about me and considered what particular Providences had attended me since my coming into this Place，and how God had dealt bountifully with me；had not only punished me less than my Iniquity had deserv'd，but had so plentifully provided for me；this gave me great hopes that my Repentance was accepted，and that God had yet Mercy in store for me.
With these Reflections I work'd my Mind up，not only to Resignation to the Will of God in the present Disposition of my Circumstances；but even to a sincere Thankfulness for my Condition，and that I who was yet a living Man，ought not to complain，seeing I had not the due Punishment of my Sins；that I enjoy'd so many Mercies which I had no reason to have expected in that Place；that I ought never more to repine at my Condition but to rejoyce，and to give daily Thanks for that daily Bread，which nothing but a Croud of Wonders could have brought. That I ought to consider I had been fed even by Miracle，even as great as that of feeding Elijah by Ravens；nay，by a long Series of Miracles，and that I could hardly have nam'd a Place in the unhabitable Part of the World where I could have been cast more to my Advantage：A Place，where as I had no Society，which was my Affliction on one Hand，so I found no ravenous Beast，no furious Wolves or Tygers to threaten my Life，no venomous Creatures or poisonous，which I might feed On to my Hurt，no Savages to murther and devour me.
In a word，as my Life was a Life of Sorrow，one way，so it was a Life of Mercy，another；and I wanted nothing to make it a Life of Comfort，but to be able to make my Sence of God's Goodness to me，and Care over me in this Condition，be my daily Consolation；and after I did make a just Improvement of these things，I went away and was no more sad.
I had now been here so long，that many Things which I brought on Shore for my Help，were either quite gone，or very much wasted' and near spent.
My Ink，as I observed，had been gone some time，all but a very little，which I eek'd out with Water a little and a little，till it was so pale it scarce left any Appearance of black upon the Paper：As long as it lasted，I made use of it to minute down the Days of the Month on which any remarkable Thing happen'd to me，and first by casting up Times past：I remember that there was a strange Concurrence of Days，in the various Providences which befel me；and which，if I had been superstitiously inclin'd to observe Days as Fatal or Fortunate，I might have had Reason to have look'd upon with a great deal of Curiosity.
First I had observed，that the same Day that I broke away from my Father and my Friends，and run away to Hull，in order to go to Sea；the same Day afterwards I was taken by the Sallee Man of War，and made a Slave.
The same Day of the Year that I escaped out of the Wreck of that Ship in Yarmouth Rodes，that same Day-Year afterwards I made my escape from Sallee in the Boat.
The same Day of the Year I was born on （viz.） the 30th of September，that same Day，I had my Life so miraculously saved 26 Year after，when I was cast on Shore in this Island，so that my wicked Life，and my solitary Life begun both on a Day.
The next Thing to my Ink's being wasted，was that of my Bread，I mean the Bisket which I brought out of the Ship；this I had husbanded to the last degree，allowing my self but one Cake of Bread a Day for above a Year，and yet I was quite without Bread for near a Year before I got any Corn of my own，and great Reason I had to be thankful that I had any at all，the getting it being，as has been already observed，next to miraculous.
My Cloaths began to decay too mightily：As to Linnen，I had had none a good while，except some chequer'd Shirts which I found in the Chests of the other Seamen，and which I carefully preserved，because many times I could bear no other Cloaths on but a Shirt；and it was a very great help to me that I had among all the Men's Cloaths Of the Ship almost three dozen Of Shirts. There were also several thick Watch Coats of the Seamens，which were left indeed，but they were too hot to wear；and tho' it is true，that the Weather was so violent hot，that there was no need of Cloaths，yet I could not go quite naked；no，tho' I had been inclin'd to it，which I was not，nor could not abide the thoughts of it，tho' I was all alone.
The Reason why I could not go quite naked，was，I could not bear the heat of the Sun so well when quite naked，as with some Cloaths on；nay，the very Heat frequently blistered my Skin；whereas with a Shirt on，the Air itself made some Motion，and whistling under that Shirt was twofold cooler than without it；no more could I ever bring my self to go out in the heat of Sun，without a Cap or a Hat；the heat of the Sun beating with such Violence as it does in that Place，would give me the Head-ach presently，by darting so directly on my Head，without a Cap or Hat on，so that I could not bear it，whereas，if I put on my Hat，it would presently go away.
