Details of a certain passage in Robinson Crusoe

I have a lot of turtles, but I only need to eat one or two occasionally.

I have enough wood to build a fleet of ships. I have enough grapes to make wine or raisins, and when I have a fleet of ships I can fill every ship.

I can only use what works for me. I already have enough to eat, what else do I want? If there is too much prey and cannot be eaten, it must be eaten by dogs or insects; if there is too much food harvested, it will become moldy if it cannot be eaten; if the trees are cut down and not used, they will rot when lying on the ground, except for use as firewood for cooking food. , has no other use at all.

In short, knowledge and experience have made me understand that everything in the world is most valuable as long as it is useful. If you accumulate a lot of anything, you should give it to others; the most we can enjoy is the part we can use, and more is useless. Even the greediest, most penniless money slave in the world, in my current position, would be cured of his greediness, because I am so rich now that I simply don’t know what to do with my wealth. There is no longer any greedy desire in my heart. I don't lack many things, and all I lack are small and insignificant things. I have mentioned before that I have a bag of coins, including gold and silver coins, the total value of which is about thirty-six gold pounds. However, these dirty, sad and useless things are still there, of no use to me. I often think to myself that I would rather exchange a handful of gold coins for a dozen pipes, or a hand grinder for grinding grain. I would even exchange all my money for English turnips and carrot seeds worth only sixpence, or for a handful of beans or a tablet of ink. But now, those money and silver coins are of no use to me and have no value. They were kept in a drawer, and during the rainy season, they would become moldy due to the moisture in the cave.

In this case, even if I had a drawer full of diamonds, they would be worthless to me because they would be useless.

Compared with when I first came to the island, my living situation has been greatly improved. Not only do I live a comfortable life, but I also feel at ease. Whenever I sit down to eat, I always feel a sense of gratitude and wonder that God is so almighty that he can prepare a table for me in the wilderness. I have learned to look more at the bright side of my life and less at the dark side; to think more about the enjoyment I have and less about the things I lack. It's hard to express how deeply comforted I feel by this attitude. I write these words here in the hope that those who are dissatisfied can wake up: the reason why they cannot comfortably enjoy God's gifts is precisely because they are always expecting and coveting things that they have not yet received. I feel that the reason why we always feel that something is missing is because we lack gratitude for what we have received.

There is another thought that has been of great benefit to me, and this reflection will no doubt be of great use to anyone else who encounters a disaster like mine. That is to compare my current situation with what I had expected to be, or rather, what I was bound to find myself in. God miraculously made this arrangement and brought the ship close to the shore, so that I could not only get close to it, but also take the things I needed from it and carry them to the shore, so that I could obtain relief and comfort. If not, I would have no tools to work with, no weapons to defend myself, and no ammunition to hunt for food.

I sometimes meditate for hours or even days. I imagined to myself: What if I failed to take anything off the ship? If that were the case, I would not be able to find any other food except the turtles; and the turtles were discovered much later, then I would have died of hunger long ago. Even if I don't starve to death, I will definitely live like a savage. Even if I try to kill a goat or a bird, I can't disembowel them, skin them and cut them into pieces. I can only bite them with my teeth like a wild beast. , tore it off with his claws.

This thought makes me deeply feel the kindness of the Creator to me. Although my current situation is quite difficult and unfortunate, I am still full of gratitude. People who are in hardship often lament: "Who is as miserable as me!

" I advise them to read this passage of mine and think about it. Some people are in worse situations than they are. Much worse. Consider also how much worse off they would be if their Creator had deliberately played a trick on them.

In addition, there is another thought that fills my heart with hope and gives me great comfort. That is, comparing my current situation with the retribution due to me from the Creator. In the past, I had lived a horrible life with a complete lack of knowledge and fear of God. My parents gave me a good education, and they tried their best to teach me to fear God, to understand my responsibilities, and to understand the purpose and principles of life. But, gosh, I became a sailor very early and lived a sailing life.

You know, sailors are the least respectful or fearful of God, even though God fills their lives with terror. Since I had lived the life of a sailor in my youth, and had been among sailors, the little religious consciousness I had acquired in my early years had long since disappeared from my mind. This is because of the ridicule of his companions, because he often encountered danger and regarded death as home, because he did not associate with kind people and never heard useful teachings, so his religious belief, which was already very weak, disappeared.

At that time, I had no kindness at all, and I didn’t know who I was or how to behave. Therefore, even though God gave me the greatest favor, I never said it in my heart or mouth. A "Thank God" statement. For example, I escaped from Salé, was rescued from the sea by a Portuguese captain, settled down and developed in Brazil, and shipped back the goods I purchased from England. Aren’t all these gifts from God? On the other hand, when I was in extreme danger, I never prayed to God or said, "God have mercy on me." If the name of God comes out of my mouth, it is either a curse or a curse.

As mentioned earlier, for several months I reflected on my past sinful life and felt very scared. However, when I look at my current situation, I think about how much grace God has given me and how kind and generous he has been to me since arriving on this desert island. I think about how God not only did not punish me for my past sinful life, but actually took care of me in every way. Me, I can't help but be filled with hope again. I thought God had accepted my repentance and would have mercy on me.

Reflection has strengthened my faith in God. Not only did I calmly accept God’s arrangements for my current situation, I even felt sincere gratitude for the current situation. I was not punished and am still alive, so I shouldn't have any complaints. I received a great deal of mercy that I should never have expected to receive. Far from being dissatisfied with my situation, I should be content; I should be grateful for my bread every day, because it was a series of miracles that made it possible for me to have bread. I felt that I was being fed by a miracle, a rare miracle, just like Elijah was fed by ravens. It should be said that it is precisely because of a series of miracles that I am still alive today. Of all the desolate places in the world, I felt that there was no place better than the deserted island on which I was now living. Although this place is far away from the world and is alone, which makes me very distressed, there are no man-eating beasts, no ferocious tigers and wolves to harm me, no poisonous animals and plants that will kill me if I eat them, and no savages will kill me. Kill and eat.

In short, my life, from one perspective, is indeed a sad life; from another perspective, it is also a life of grace. I no longer beg for anything so that I can live a comfortable life. I just hope that I can experience God's favor and care for me, so that I can always be comforted. When I improve my awareness in this way, I feel satisfied and no longer sad.

I have been on the island for a long time. Many of the things I brought ashore from the boat were either used up, or nearly used up or worn out.

As mentioned before, I ran out of ink long ago, and in the end, there was only a little bit left. I kept adding more water until it was so light that I could no longer see the handwriting on the paper. But I am determined that as long as I have some ink left, I will write down the days of the month when special events occur. After looking through the diary, I found that the various accidents I encountered had some coincidence in the dates. If I had superstitious thoughts and believed that the time was unlucky, then I would definitely be infinitely surprised.

First of all, I have mentioned before that September 30th was the day I ran away from home and went sailing in Hull; the day I was captured by a pirate ship in Salé and became a slave. It also happened to be the same day.

Secondly, the day I escaped from the wreck at Yarmouth anchorage was also the day I later escaped from Salé, the same month and day.

I was born on September 30th; it was on this day twenty-six years later that I was miraculously rescued and stranded on this desert island. Therefore, it can be said that my sinful life and my lonely life began on the same day.

In addition to running out of ink, the "bread" is also finished. This refers to the biscuits I brought back from the ship. I was very frugal with my biscuits and only ate one piece a day for more than a year. I was deprived of bread for a year before I could harvest the food I grew. Later, I could eat my own bread. I am so grateful to God because, as I said before, it is a miracle of miracles that I can eat bread!

My clothes are also starting to get tattered. I had run out of underwear a long time ago, and all that was left were a few plaid shirts I found in sailors’ trunks, which I carefully preserved because I was reluctant to wear them. Here, you can only wear shirts most of the time and cannot wear anything else. Luckily I had about three dozen shirts in Sailor Outfits, which helped a lot. In addition, there were several pieces of clothing worn by sailors on night watch, which were too hot to wear. Although the weather here is very hot and there is no need to wear clothes, I can't be naked. Even if I could go without clothes, I wouldn't want to; I don't even want to think about it, even though I'm all alone on the island.

There is certainly a reason why I cannot be naked. The sun here is so hot that you can't stand being naked in the sun. The sun will blister your skin after a while. It's different when you put on clothes, the air can circulate underneath, which is twice as cool as without clothes. At the same time, it’s not okay to go out in the sun without a hat. The sun here is unbearably hot. It shines directly on your head, and soon you will have a headache. But it's much better if you wear a hat.

Based on these circumstances, I began to consider sorting out those tattered clothes.

All my vests were worn out, so I had to make two vests out of sailor's night clothes and some other stuff. So I started working as a tailor. In fact, I don't know how to sew at all, I just sew randomly. My craftsmanship couldn't be any worse. Still, I managed to make two or three new vests that I hope will last a while. As for shorts, I didn’t make a few half-assed pairs until later.

As I mentioned before, I keep the skins of all the wild animals I kill. By wild animals, I mean four-legged animals. I used sticks to dry the furs in the sun. Some were so dry and hard that they were almost useless; but some were still useful. I first made a hat out of these furs and turned the fur outside to keep out the rain. The hat turned out okay, so I used some fur to make an outfit, consisting of a vest and a pair of shorts that only reached to my knees. Tank tops and shorts are made very roomy because they are primarily designed to keep out the heat, not the cold. Of course, I have to admit that neither the waistcoat nor the shorts are made decently, because if my carpenter skills are not good, my tailor skills are even worse. Having said that, I did my best and was finally able to make do with it. When I go out, if it rains, I turn the fur of my vest and hat outside to keep out the rain and prevent me from getting wet.

Later, I spent a lot of time and energy making an umbrella. I really needed an umbrella and had always wanted to make one. When I was in Brazil, I saw other people doing it. In Brazil, the weather is hot and umbrellas are very useful. It's just as hot here as Brazil, and because it's closer to the equator, it's even hotter. In addition, I have to go out often. Umbrellas are really useful to me. It takes a lot of hardships and time to provide shade and protection from the rain. I finally made one. It is indeed not easy to make an umbrella. Even after I thought I had found the trick, I still made two or three broken ones, until finally I finally managed to make one that was barely usable. I feel that the biggest difficulty in making an umbrella is making it retractable. It is not difficult to make an open umbrella, but if it cannot be folded, it will have to be held above the head forever. This kind of umbrella cannot be carried at all, and it is certainly not suitable for use.

In the end, as I said above, I finally made a handful, which is still not satisfactory. I used fur as the top of the umbrella. The fur was turned on the outside. It could block the rain like a small hut and block the strong sunlight. This way, I can go out even in the hottest weather, and it’s even more comfortable than going out in the coldest weather. When the umbrella is not in use, you can fold it up and carry it under your arm, making it very convenient to carry.

I now live a very comfortable life and feel very comfortable; I obey fate and God’s will and arrangement. In this way, I feel that my current life is better than a social life. For, whenever I complain that I have no one to talk to, I ask myself to talk to my own thoughts, and, I suppose I may say, isn't it better to talk to God in prayer than to communicate in human society in the world?

In the next five years, my living environment and lifestyle basically remained unchanged, and nothing special happened. My main job is to plant barley and rice on time every year, dry raisins, and store these things for me to eat throughout the year. In addition, I carry a gun and go hunting every day. During this period, the only important thing I did besides these daily tasks was to build myself another canoe, which I finally did. In order to lead the canoes into the creek, half a mile distant, I dug a canal, six feet wide and four feet deep. The one I made before was so big that I could never put it into the water or get the water under it. This is because I did not consider the issue of launching the boat after it was built, which I should have considered in advance. Now, the canoe can only lie there as a souvenir to teach me to be smarter next time. This time I could not find a suitable tree, and the water had to be brought from half a mile away. However, when I saw the hope of success, I was unwilling to pass up the opportunity. Although it took nearly two years to build this boat, I never got lazy or bored. I always hope that sooner or later I can get on a boat and go to the sea.

The first canoe I built was quite large because I wanted to use it to cross to the mainland opposite the island, a distance of about forty nautical miles. However, the newly built ship is too small to be able to cross such a wide sea area, so it does not meet my original intention of building a ship. In this way, I had to give up my original plan and stop thinking about it. Now that I have this boat, my next plan is to get on the boat and sail around the island. I mentioned earlier that I once walked across the island on land and reached the other end of the island. I made quite a few new discoveries on those little trips, so I’ve always wanted to see other areas along the island’s coast.

Now that I have a boat, I can sail around the island for a week and realize my long-cherished wish.

In order to achieve the purpose of sailing around the island, I have to do everything thoughtfully and carefully. To do this, I installed a small mast on the boat and made a sail out of the canvas I had stored for a long time. You know, I took off a great deal of canvas from the ship, and it has been lying there without much use.

After installing the mast and sail, I decided to take the boat for a test sail, and found that the boat moved quite well.

So, I made small drawers or small boxes at both ends of the boat, where I put food, daily necessities, ammunition and other things to prevent them from getting wet by rain or waves. In addition, I dug a long groove in the side of the ship to put the gun, and made a vertical board to cover the long groove to prevent the gun from getting wet.

I placed my umbrella on the stern platform again. The umbrella stood there, like a mast, and the top of the umbrella was opened, just covering my head, blocking the power of the sun, like an awning. After that, I often took a canoe and wandered on the sea, but I never dared to go far, nor did I dare to stray too far from the river. Later, anxious to see the limits of my little kingdom, I decided to sail around the island. To this end, I first loaded food on the boat, including two dozen barley breads (actually, it is better to call them barley cakes), a full can of fried rice (this is the food I eat the most), a small piece of sugar cane wine, and half a mountain of barley bread. mutton, and some gunpowder and bullets, ready to be used to beat the goat. In addition, I took out two pieces of sailor's night-watch clothing, which I have mentioned before, I found in the sailor's box. These two pieces of clothing are put on the boat, one can be used as a bedding and the other can be used as a cover.

I have been the king of this island country for the sixth year, or in other words, I have been living on this desert island for the sixth year. Anyway, you can say whatever you want. On November 6th of this sixth year, I started this voyage around the island. The voyage took much longer than I expected because, although the island was not large, when I sailed to the east end, the channel was blocked by a large pile of rocks. The rocks extend into the sea, almost six nautical miles away. Some of these reefs are exposed above the water, and some are hidden underwater. There is also a beach outside the reef, about one and a half miles wide. I was therefore obliged to take the boat far out to sea, and sail round this headland.

When I first discovered these rocks, I almost wanted to give up the voyage, turn around and go back, because I didn’t know how far I had to go to the open sea, and I even doubted whether I could go back. island. So I dropped the anchor - I made an anchor out of a broken iron hook I took from the ship.

After I anchored the boat, I walked ashore with my gun. I climbed a hill overlooking the headland; from the top I saw its full length, and decided to venture on.

Looking towards the sea from the hill where I stood, I saw a very strong and violent rapids flowing eastward, almost all the way to the headland. I looked more carefully, because I found that there was danger hidden in this rapid. If I drove the boat into this rapid, the boat would be swept out to sea and may never return to the island. To be honest, if I hadn't climbed up the mountain first to observe the rapids, I believe I would have encountered this danger. Because there is the same rapid current on the other side of the island, but it is farther away from the coast, and there is a violent backflow under the coast; even if I can escape the first rapid current, I will be sucked into the backflow.

I parked the boat here for two days, because the wind had been blowing from the southeast for those two days, and the wind direction was eastward, and the wind was not correct. The direction of the wind was exactly opposite to the direction of the jet stream I mentioned above. The sea near the headland is therefore rough. In this case, if I sail close to the coast, I will encounter big waves, and if I sail far from the coast, I will encounter rapids, so it is not safe no matter how far I go.

On the morning of the third day, the sea was calm because the wind had dropped greatly during the night. So I ventured forward again. But as soon as I set sail, I made another big mistake, which was enough to serve as a lesson to those reckless and ignorant sailors. Scarcely had the boat approached the headland, which was less than the length of the boat from the shore, when she entered a deep body of water, and struck a current as swift as that under a mill. The current was so fierce that it pushed my boat forward. I tried my best to keep the boat along the edge of the current, but it was in vain. As a result, my boat was far away from the backflow to my left. There happened to be no wind at this time.

I had no choice but to paddle as hard as I could, but to no avail. I felt like I was going to die again. Because I know that there are rapids at both ends of the island, and they will inevitably merge a few sea miles away. By then, I will definitely die, and I can't see any way to escape this disaster. . Now, I have no hope except death - not that I will be buried in the belly of a fish, because the sea is calm at this time, but that I will starve to death because there is nothing to eat. Yes, I once caught a big turtle on the shore. It was so heavy that I could hardly lift it. I threw the turtle into the boat. Additionally, I have a large jar of fresh water. But what good would my little food and fresh water do if I was swept into a vast ocean with no coast, no continent, and no island around me?

Now I understand that as long as God deliberately arranges it, he can make the most unfortunate situation of mankind even more unfortunate. Now I feel that my desolate island is the loveliest place in the world, and my greatest happiness now is to return to my desolate island. I stretched out my hands to it with a fervent wish: "O happy deserted island," I said, "I will never see you again!" Then, I said to myself: "You unlucky guy, where are you going?" I began to blame myself for being ignorant of blessings, and for not complaining about my lonely life.

Now, I'd give anything to get me back on shore! However, we ordinary mortals will never see the superiority of our original environment without personally experiencing a worse environment; unless we are at the end of our rope, we will not know how to cherish everything we originally enjoyed. I saw myself being swept into the vast sea, more than six nautical miles away from my lovely island - now I feel from the bottom of my heart that my island is indeed extremely lovely. Seeing that there was no hope of me returning to the island, the panic in my heart was simply indescribable. But I paddled as hard as I could until I was exhausted. I rowed as far north as I could, toward the point where the rapids and backcurrents met. At noon, when the sun passed the meridian, I suddenly felt a slight breeze on my face, and the wind direction was south-southeast. Hope quietly ignited in my heart; what was particularly exciting was that after half an hour, the wind picked up slightly. I was already quite far from the island, and if there had been any cloud or mist, I would have been doomed. Because I didn't bring a compass, as long as I couldn't see the island, I would be lost and unable to go back. Fortunately the weather remained clear, so I immediately put up the mast, set sail and headed north, trying to avoid the rapids.

As soon as I raised the mast and raised the flag, the ship began to move forward. I noticed that the water around me was clearer, and I knew that the rapids had changed direction nearby. Because, if the water is rushing, the water will be turbid, and if the water is slow, the water will be clear. I know that the rapids here have become the end of the force. Soon I discovered that half a mile away, the sea water was hitting some rocks and the waves were splashing. The rocks divided the rapids into two streams. The main stream continued to flow to the south, while the other stream was blocked by the rocks, forming a strong backflow that flowed back to the northwest. The current was turbulent.

If someone is suddenly pardoned when facing the gallows, or is suddenly rescued when he is about to be murdered by a robber, or has had a similar experience of escaping from death, it is not difficult to understand my overjoyed feeling at that time. Mood, it is not difficult to imagine how ecstatic I was to sail the boat into that reflux. Usually, when the wind is smooth and the current is rough, I set my sails and ride the wind and waves forward. It is not difficult to imagine my joyful mood.

This backflow carried me towards the island for about three nautical miles, but it was more than six nautical miles away from the jet stream that carried me overseas earlier, and its direction was northerly. So, as I approached the island, I found myself sailing towards the north shore of the island, whereas it was the south shore from which I had set out on this voyage.

After this backflow rushed me three nautical miles toward the island, its power was at the end of its strength and it could no longer push the ship forward. I found myself between two rapids - one to the south, the same rapid that had carried me away, and one to the north, about three miles apart. As I said, I was right between two rapids and close to the island. The sea here is calm, the water is not moving, and there is a favorable wind. I took advantage of the wind and sailed towards the island, but the boat was moving much slower.

About four o'clock in the afternoon, less than three miles from the island, I saw the headland extending to the south, which I have already mentioned. It was this pile of rocks that caused the disaster. The headland forces the jet stream further to the south, and at the same time branches off a return current to flow to the north. This backflow flows very quickly, heading due north.

This is not the direction I want to sail, my course is to go west. Since the wind was still strong, I crossed the backflow diagonally and headed northwest. An hour later, we were only one nautical mile away from the island, and the sea was calm in this area, so I went ashore soon.

After landing, I immediately knelt on the ground, thanking God for saving me from the disaster, and determined to give up all the wild thoughts of leaving the island in a small boat. I ate some of what I had brought with me, then rowed the boat into a small bay on the shore and hid it under a tree. Then, I lay on the floor and fell asleep. The voyage left me exhausted, tired and sleepy.

I had no idea how to sail home. I encountered so many dangers that I knew it would be very dangerous to go back the way I came. However, I knew nothing about the situation on the other side of the island, that is, the west side, and I had no intention of taking risks again. Therefore, I decided to go west along the coast the next morning to see if I could find a small river to anchor my little battleship so that I could retrieve it if needed. I drove the boat along the coast for about three nautical miles and found a small bay, about a mile wide, getting narrower as I went inward, and finally turned into a creek. This is a convenient port for my boat, as if it were a small dock built specifically for it. After I parked the boat properly, I went ashore. I looked around to see where I was.

I soon discovered that this was not far from where I had been on my last hike. So, I just took my gun and umbrella from the boat (because it was hot) and set off. After this tiring and dangerous voyage, I felt that traveling overland was very relaxing and pleasant. In the evening, I arrived at my hut. Everything in the house is as before, for this is my country house, and I always keep everything in order.

I climbed over the wall and lay down in the shade to rest my legs. I was so tired that I soon fell asleep.

Unexpectedly, suddenly a voice called my name and woke me up from my sleep: "Rubin! Rubin! Rubin Crosso! Poor Rubin Crosso! Where are you, Rubin Crosso?" Rosso? Where are you? "Dear readers, you might as well think about how unexpected this is!

I slept soundly at first, because I had been rowing in the first half of the day and walked a lot in the second half of the day, so I was very sleepy. Suddenly, I was awakened, but I was not fully awake yet, just half asleep, so I thought someone was talking to me in my sleep. But the voice kept shouting "Rubin Croseau!

Rubin Croseau!" and finally I came to my senses completely. When I woke up, I was so scared that I got up from the ground. I opened my eyes and saw that it was my parrot sitting on the fence. Ah, it turns out it is talking to me! These sad words are exactly what I taught it to say and what I often say to it. It has learned these words so vividly that it often stops on my finger, brings its mouth close to my face, and calls out, "Poor Rubin Crosso, where are you? Where are you going?" "Why did you end up here?" and other words I taught it.

However, I knew clearly that the person who just talked to me was my parrot and not someone else, but it still took me a while to calm down. First of all, I was surprised, how could this little bird fly here? Secondly, why does it always stay here and not go anywhere else? But once I finally figured out that it was no one else talking to me but my faithful parrot, my mind settled. I stretched out my hand and called it "Bo!" and as usual, the talking island flew to my thumb and called me "Poor Rubin Crowe" one after another. "Why are you here?" "Where are you?" as if he was happy to see me again. So I took it back to my hometown in the castle.

I have been drifting on the sea for so long, and I have suffered enough. Now I just need to rest quietly for a few days and reflect on the dangers I have experienced. I really wanted to get the boat back to this side of the island, where I live, but I couldn't think of a practical way to do it. As for the east side of the island, I'd already been there and knew I couldn't risk it again. The thought of this experience fills me with fear and shudders. As for the west side of the island, I know nothing about the situation there. If there were strong currents like those on the east side that hit the coast violently, I would encounter the same danger, and I would be swept into the rapids and washed out to sea like last time. Thinking of this, I decided not to have the boat, even though it took me many months of hard work to build it and many more to guide it into the sea.

For almost a year, I suppressed my temper and lived a quiet and leisurely life, as you can fully imagine. I am content with my situation and with God's arrangements for me. Therefore, I feel that my life is very happy. The only drawback is that there is no one to interact with.

During this period, in order to meet the needs of life, my various skills have made great progress. I believe that one day, I will become a carpenter with excellent craftsmanship, especially if I lack tools, I can also make a difference.

Also, surprisingly, my pottery turned out perfectly. I figured out a great way to use a wheel to make pottery that is easy to make and looks great. Now the utensils I make are round and sleek, but the things I made in the past were disgusting to look at. But what makes me most proud and happy is that I actually succeeded in making a pipe. Although the pipe I made is crude and ugly, and burns as red as other pottery, it is strong and durable, and the pipe can be smoked well. This is a great comfort to me, because I have plenty of tobacco leaves. Although there were several pipes on the boat at that time, I forgot to bring them with me at first because I didn't know that tobacco leaves also grew on the island. Later I went to look for them on the boat, but I couldn't find any.

I have also made a lot of progress in weaving rattan bark, and I have used all my ingenuity to weave many baskets that I need. Although they are not very elegant, they are convenient and practical. These baskets are either used to store things or to transport things home. For example, when I went out and killed a goat, I would hang the dead goat on a tree, skin it and dig out its belly, then cut the meat into pieces and put it in a basket to take home.

Similarly, sometimes I catch a turtle, kill it immediately, take out the egg, cut off one or two pieces of meat, put it in a basket and bring it back, and throw away the rest.