One morning, through the telescope, I saw thirty savages dancing around a campfire. They had already cooked one prisoner, and two others were about to be roasted on the fire. At this time, I ran down towards them with two loaded muskets and the big knife, and rescued them in time. A prisoner too late to eat. I named the man I rescued "Friday" to commemorate the day he was rescued. His voice became the first human voice I heard in my twenty-five years on this island.
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