I didn’t take another such trip for a year and I stayed in my house most of the time. I kept on making wooden tools and pots. I even found a way to make pots with a wheel, which made my work much easier. I also figured out how to make a tobacco pipe, which I missed a lot. I got better at making baskets over time.
I noticed that I was running low on my gunpowder. I was worried – I wouldn’t be able to kill any more goats without it. The tamed goat grew old, but I didn’t have a chance to tame a male one, so the female died of old age. I didn’t have the heart to kill it.
It was eleven years since I first set foot on this island, and I was using gunpowder to get myself meat all this time. Now, I had to find another way to supply myself with food, and save the gunpowder. I made traps and pitfalls. I didn’t succeed at first, but then I caught a male goat in one pit and three young ones in the other. They were one male and two females. I let the old goat go, but I took the young ones with me.
I didn’t want them to run away, so I made a fence for them. It took me three months, but the area was very nice.
There was plenty of grass and water for them. Meanwhile, the young goats became very calm. They were even eating out of my hand! In one and half years time, I had a small flock of twelve goats, and in three years’ time I had more than forty goats.
I was supplied with milk and meat this way. I experimented a few times, and I managed to make cheese and butter. My table was full now and I was surrounded by animals. I had my old dog, cats, goats and Poll, my parrot. The only thing I still missed was someone to talk to.