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I MAKE ME A CALENDAR
 IT was now just one year since I was cast upon this lonely
Do you wonder how I have kept an account of the time? I will
A few days after the ship wreck it came into my mind that I
should lose track of the days and the seasons. For I had
neither almanac nor notebook. It would be hard always to
remember the days of the week and I might even forget when
it was Sunday.
So I set up a large post by my door. At the top of this post
I cut in large letters these words:
I CAME ON SHORE HERE
SEPTEMBER 30, 1659.
Every morning I cut a little notch on the side of the post
under these words.
Every seventh notch was twice as long as the rest, and this
showed me that the day was Sunday.
 Every thirtieth notch was longer still and broader. This
showed me that a full month had gone by.
It was thus I made my calendar.
One morning I found, on counting up, that there were three
hundred and sixty-five notches on the post. I knew,
therefore, that it was just one year since my landing.
I kept this day as a solemn fast.
I sat in my castle and thought of the goodness of God in
thus keeping me alive and safe in the midst of so many
I humbled myself, and thanked him for his many mercies.
For twelve hours I tasted nothing. When, at last, the sun
went down, I ate a biscuit and a bunch of grapes and went to
Having now been on the island a whole year, I had learned
that the seasons there were not the same as in England.
They were not to be spoken of as spring, summer, autumn, and
winter. They were rather to be called the wet season and the
dry season. Indeed, there were two wet seasons and two dry
seasons, in the year.