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Stedman and Hutchinson, comps.  A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes.  1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889
 
Robinson Crusoe
By Charles Edward Carryl (1841–1920)
 
[Born in New York, N. Y., 1841. Died there, 1920. Davy and the Goblin. 1885.]

  THE NIGHT was thick and hazy
  When the “Piccadilly Daisy”
Carried down the crew and Captain in the sea;
  And I think the water drowned ’em,
  For they never, never found ’em,        5
And I know they didn’t come ashore with me.
 
  Oh! ’twas very sad and lonely
  When I found myself the only
Population on this cultivated shore;
  But I’ve made a little tavern        10
  In a rocky little cavern,
And I sit and watch for people at the door.
 
  I spent no time in looking
  For a girl to do my cooking,
As I’m quite a clever hand at making stews;        15
  But I had that fellow Friday
  Just to keep the tavern tidy,
And to put a Sunday polish on my shoes.
 
  I have a little garden
  That I’m cultivating lard in,        20
As the things I eat are rather tough and dry;
  For I live on toasted lizards,
  Prickly pears, and parrot gizzards,
And I’m really very fond of beetle-pie.
 
  The clothes I had were furry,        25
  And it made me fret and worry
When I found the moths were eating off the hair;
  And I had to scrape and sand ’em,
  And I boiled ’em and I tanned ’em,
Till I got the fine morocco suit I wear.        30
 
  I sometimes seek diversion
  In a family excursion
With the few domestic animals you see;
  And we take along a carrot
  As refreshments for the parrot,        35
And a little can of jungleberry tea.
 
  Then we gather as we travel
  Bits of moss and dirty gravel,
And we chip off little specimens of stone,
  And we carry home as prizes        40
  Funny bugs of handy sizes,
Just to give the day a scientific tone.
 
  If the roads are wet and muddy,
  We remain at home and study,
For the Goat is very clever at a sum—        45
  And the Dog, instead of fighting,
  Studies ornamental writing,
While the Cat is taking lessons on the drum.
 
  We retire at eleven,
  And we rise again at seven;        50
And I wish to call attention, as I close,
  To the fact that all the scholars
  Are correct about their collars,
And particular in turning out their toes.
 
 
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