But as it took both hands to hold the tool, I could not turn the
stone; so I made a wheel by which I could move it with my foot.
This was no small task, but I took great pains with it, and at
length it was done.

The rain fell for some days and a cold chill came on me; in short
I was ill. I had pains in my head, and could get no sleep at
night, and my thoughts were wild and strange. At one time I shook
with cold, and then a hot fit came on, with faint sweats, which
would last six hours at a time. Ill as I was, I had to go out
with my gun to get food. I shot a goat, but it was a great toil
to bring it home, and still more to cook it.

I spent the next day in bed, and felt half dead from thirst, yet
too weak to stand up to get some drink. I lay and wept like a
child. "Lord look on me! Lord look on me!" would I cry for hours.

At last the fit left me, and I slept, and did not wake till dawn.
I dreamt that I lay on the ground, and saw a man come down from a
great black cloud in a flame of light. When he stood on the
earth, it shook as it had done a few days since; and all the
world to me was full of fire. He came up and said "As I see that
all these things have not brought thee to pray, now thou shalt
die." Then I woke, and found it was a dream. Weak and faint, I
was in dread all day lest my fit should come on.

Too ill to get out with my gun, I sat on the shore to think, and
thus ran my thoughts: "What is this sea which is all round me?
and whence is it? There can be no doubt that the hand that made
it, made the air, the earth, the sky. And who is that? It is God