Chapter 27

 

The year passed so quickly and it was soon September again. This was my second year on the island, and I was no longer as sad as I was in the beginning. I learnt to accept my situation and I was thankful for being well and alive.

I kept my daily routine. I was hunting in the morning, cooking at lunchtime, relaxing in the afternoon when it was the hottest, and working in the evening. My work was still difficult and time-consuming.

My rice and barley fields kept me busy in November and December. The goats and the wild rabbits were eating the little plants. I didn’t want to lose my crops, so I quickly made a fence around the area with seeds. I also tied up my dog there to guard my crops at night.

Soon, the plants were tall, but another danger appeared. Birds of all kinds started eating the seeds. I shot some and I kept watching my crops until the rest of the birds were gone. I had my first crop by the end of December. I didn’t have any tools to cut it properly or clean the seeds, so I decided to keep all the seeds and plant them later.

I began preparing the tools which I would need for the next year. I spent a whole rainy season doing this. I also taught the parrot to say its name – Poll.

I realised that I needed some pots for the seeds. I looked for clay around the island. I found some and after two months of experimenting, I made two large pots. I put them in baskets to protect them, and I placed rice and barley straws between the basket and the clay pot. This way, I had pots for the grains.

Now that I knew how, I continued to make small pots and plates. One day, quite by accident, I found a broken piece of one of my pots in the fire. The heat made it hard as stone and it was very red too.

This gave me a good idea. I placed some pots upon one another, and I set fire around them. They were all very hard after a few hours. The sand under the bottom pot melted into glass, so the bottom pot was covered in some glass.