represented to me. One time, in my sleep, I had the villainy ofthe three pirate sailors so lively related to me by the firstSpaniard, and Friday's father, that it was surprising: they toldme how they barbarously attempted to murder all the Spaniards, andthat they set fire to the provisions they had laid up, on purposeto distress and starve them; things that I had never heard of, andthat, indeed, were never all of them true in fact: but it was sowarm in my imagination, and so realised to me, that, to the hour Isaw them, I could not be persuaded but that it was or would betrue; also how I resented it, when the Spaniard complained to me;and how I brought them to justice, tried them, and ordered them allthree to be hanged. What there was really in this shall be seen inits place; for however I came to form such things in my dream, andwhat secret converse of spirits injected it, yet there was, I say,much of it true. I own that this dream had nothing in it literallyand specifically true; but the general part