It is a settled thing, on his farm he will have hives! After his bees, still in his dream, come flocks of humming-birds to plunder in their turn.

The happy possessor of the garden will exact no tribute from them, but the pleasure of seeing them suspend, by a silken thread, to the leaves of his shrubs, the elegant little boat in which they cradle their fragile brood.
Nothing seems to him more beautiful than his embryo garden; here, he is more than the monarch of the island; he is a proprietor! Thanks to the garden, Selkirk sees with resignation the two long months of the rainy season pass away.

When the heavy torrents render the paths impassable, he consoles himself by thinking that they aid in the germination of his seeds, in the rooting of his young plants.
Sometimes, between two deluges, he can scarcely find time to procure himself sufficient game; what matters it! he lives on his provisions: he is forcibly detained within; but has he not now good cheer, good company, and occupation, during his leisure hours?
It is now that he completes his furniture.

His table and his seats finished, he undertakes to provide for another want, equally indispensable.
Worn out by the weather, and by service, his garments are becoming ragged.

He must shield himself from the humidity of the air; where shall he procure materials?
Has he not the choice between seal-skins and goat-skins?
He gives the preference to the latter, as more pliable, and behold him a tailor, cutting with the point of his knife; as for thread, it is furnished by the fragment of the sail; and two days afterwards, he finds himself flaming in a new suit.
To describe the delirious stupefaction of Marimonda, when she perceives her master under this strange costume, would be a thing impossible.