I had now had enough of rambling to Sea for some time，and had enough to do for many Days to sit still，and reflect upon the Danger I had been in：I would have been very glad to have had my Boat again on my Side of the Island；but I knew not how it was practicable to get it about as to the East Side of the Island，which I had gone round；I knew well enough there was no venturing that Way；my very heart would shrink，and my very Blood run chill but to think of it：And as to the other Side of the Island，I did not know how it might be there；but supposing the Current ran with the same Force against the Shore at the East as it pass'd by it on the other，I might run the same Risk of being driven down the Stream，and carry'd by the Island，as I had been before，of being carry'd away from it；so with these Thoughts I contented my self to be without any Boat，though it had been the Product of so many Months Labour to make it，and of so many more to get it unto the Sea.
In this Government of my Temper，I remain'd near a Year，liv'd a very sedate retir'd Life，as you may well suppose；and my Thoughts being very much composed as to my Condition，and fully comforted in resigning my self to the Dispositions of Providence，I thought I liv'd really very happily in all things，except that of Society.
I improv'd my self in this time in all the mechanick Exercises which my Necessities put me upon applying my self to，and I believe cou'd，upon Occasion，make a very good Carpenter，especially considering how few Tools I had.
Besides this，I arriv'd at an unexpected Perfection in my Earthen Ware，and contriv'd well enough to make them with a Wheel，which I found infinitely easyer and better；because I made things round and shapable，which before were filthy things indeed to look on. But I think I was never more vain of my own Performance，or more joyful for any thing I found out，than for my being able to make a Tobacco-Pipe. And tho' it was a very ugly clumsy thing，when it was done，and only burnt red like other Earthen Ware，yet as it was hard and firm，and would draw the Smoke，I was exceedingly comforted with it，for I had been always used to smoke，and there were Pipes in the Ship，but I forgot them at first，not knowing that there was Tobacco in the Island；and afterwards，when I search'd the Ship again，I could not come at any Pipes at all.
In my Wicker Ware also I improved much，and made abundance of necessary Baskets，as well as my Invention shew'd me，tho not very handsome，yet they were such as were very handy and convenient for my laying things up in，or fetching things home in. For Example，if I kill'd a Goat abroad，I could hang it up in a Tree，flea it，and dress it，and cut it in Pieces，and bring it home in a Basket，and the like by a Turtle，I could cut it up，take out the Eggs，and a Piece or two of the Flesh，which was enough for me，and bring them home in a Basket，and leave the rest behind me. Also large deep Baskets were my Receivers for my Corn，which I always rubb'd out as soon as it was dry，and cured，and kept it in great Baskets.
I began now to perceive my Powder abated considerably，and this was a Want which it was impossible for me to supply，and I began seriously to consider what I must do when I should have no more Powder；that is to say，how I should do to kill any Goat. I had，as is observ'd in the third Year of my being here，kept a young Kid，and bred her up tame，and I was in hope of getting a He-Goat，but I could not by any Means bring it to pass，'till my Kid grew an old Goat；and I could never find in my Heart to kill her，till she dy'd at last of meer Age.
But being now in the eleventh Year of my Residence，and，as I have said，my Ammunition growing low，I set my self to study some Art to trap and snare the Goats，to see whether I could not catch some of them alive，and particularly I wanted a She-Goat great with young.
To this Purpose I made Snares to hamper them，and I do believe they were more than once taken in them，but my Tackle was not good，for I had no Wire，and I always found them broken，and my Bait devoured.
At length I resolv'd to try a Pit-fall，so I dug several large Pits in the Earth，in Places where I had observ'd the Goats used to feed，and over these Pits I plac'd Hurdles of my own baking too，with a great Weight upon them；and several times I put Ears of Barley，and dry Rice，without setting the Trap，and I could easily perceive that the Goats had gone in and eaten up the Corn，for I could see the Mark of their Feet. At length I set three Traps in one Night，and going the next Morning I found them all standing，and yet the Bait eaten and gone：This was very discouraging. However，I alter'd my Trap，and，not to trouble you with Particulars，going one Morning to see my Trap，I found in one of them a large old He-Goat，and in one of the other，three Kids，a Male and two Females.
As to the old one，I knew not what to do with him，he was so fierce I durst not go into the Pit to him；that is to say，to go about to bring him away alive，which was what I wanted. I could have kill'd him，but that was not my Business，nor would it answer my End. So I e'en let him out，and he ran away as if he had been frighted out of his Wits：But I had forgot then what I learn'd afterwards，that Hunger will tame a Lyon. If I had let him stay there three or four Days without Food，and then have carry'd him some Water to drink，and then a little Corn，he would have been as tame as one of the Kids，for they are mighty sagacious tractable Creatures where they are well used.
However，for the present I let him go，knowing no better at that time；then I went to the three Kids，and taking them one by one，I tyed them with Strings together，and with some Difficulty brought them all home.
It was a good while before they wou'd feed，but throwing them some sweet Corn，it tempted them and they began to be tame；and now I found that if I expected to supply my self with Goat-Flesh when I had no Powder or Shot left，breeding some up tame was my only way，when perhaps I might have them about my House like a Flock of Sheep.
