one morning in my twenty-third year
one morning in my twenty-third year
one morning in my twenty-third year
I began to move more freely around Waterproof tarp the island #x again，and built myself a third house. It was a very secret place in a cave. ‘No wild man will ever find that，’I said to myself.
Then one year something happened which I can never forget. I was again on the west side of the island and was walk-ing along the shore. Suddenly，I saw something which made me feel ill. There were heads，arms，feet，and other pieces of men's bodies everywhere. For a minute，I couldn't think，and then I understood. Sometimes there were fights between the wild men on the other islands. Then they came here to my island with their prisoners，to kill them,samurai swords，cook them，and eat them. Slowly，I went home，but I was very angry. How could men do this？
For many months I watched carefully for the smoke Waterproof tarp from fires，but I didn't see anything. Somehow the wild men came and went，and I never saw them. I was angry and afraid. I wanted to shoot them all，but there were many of them and on-ly one of me. ‘Perhaps I can shoot two or three，’I said to my－self，‘but then they will kill and eat me. ’
Then，one morning in my twenty-third year on #x the island，I was out in my fields and I saw the smoke from a fire. Quickly，I went up Waterproof tarp the hill to watch.
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