The caulkers climbed up the rigging, the provision-hunters ran to the shore, the officers seized their spy-glasses, and all together quickly uttered a _huzza_! The vessel which had sailed in company with that of Captain Rogers, the Duchess, of Bristol, had arrived.

This vessel, commanded by William Cook, had, for a master-pilot, a man more celebrated in maritime annals than the commanders of the expedition themselves;--this was Dampier, the indefatigable William Dampier, who, a short time since a millionaire, now completely ruined in consequence of foolish speculations and prodigalities, had just undertaken a third voyage around the world.
Scarcely had he disembarked, when he heard of the great event of the day--of the wild man.

His name was mentioned, he remembered having known an Alexander Selkirk at St.Andrew, at the inn of the Royal Salmon.

He went to him, interrogated him, recognized him, and, without loss of time, after having had his hair and beard cut, and procured suitable clothing for him, presented him to Capt.

Rogers; he introduced him as one of his old comrades, formerly an intrepid and distinguished officer in the navy, one of the conquerors of Vigo, who had been induced by himself to embark in the Swordfish, partly at his expense.
Restored to liberty, supported, revived, by the kind cares of Dampier, his old hero, Selkirk felt rejuvenated.