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American Robinson Crusoe, by Samuel. B. Allison 45

The wind was favorable and in seven weeks the spires and buildings of his native city were in sight. His
vessel came slowly up to the wharf where he had taken ship so many years ago. Here, too, he had played and
idled his time away. He remembered it all. His idleness and playing truant came back in sad memories. Before
Robinson and Friday landed, their good friend the captain gave them each a new suit of clothes.

Everything had changed. He scarcely knew the place. He was astonished and confused by the din, hurry and
bustle of a great city. Friday seemed dazed by it all and clung to Robinson's side. The buildings were so tall,
the street cars, the carriages were different. Everywhere there were iron machines, casting out smoke, puffing
and running about on iron rails. Robinson had never seen these.

Robinson, however, did not stop to admire; he pushed on to a certain street and house where lived his parents
at the time of his departure. It was with difficulty that he found the place. It was now in the heart of the city.
Upon inquiry he found, after much searching, that his father had removed his store and home to another part
of the city, his mother had died of grief for her disobedient son. Robinson was sorely grieved at this. He had
hoped to see her and tell her how sorry he was that he had caused her so much anxiety and sorrow.

When he had found the place where his father lived he stole quietly up to the house and opened the door. His
father, now a gray-haired man, bent with age and sorrow, was sitting in his arm-chair reading.

Robinson came forward, but his father did not recognize him. "Who are you?" he said. "I am Robinson, your
long-lost son." He knelt by his father's side and asked forgiveness for all the trouble he had caused. His father
was overcome. He could not speak. He drew Robinson with feeble hands to his breast. "My son, I forgive
you," he said.

Robinson's boyhood friends heard of his strange return. They had thought him dead long ago. They never tired
of hearing him tell his strange story. They pitied him in his misfortune. But Robinson told them that it all
happened to him because he was idle and disobedient in his youth.

Robinson at once relieved his father at the store. The business thrived. His father died. He soon had a home of
his own with a happy family. Friday, the dog, and the parrot lived in it, dearly beloved and cared for by their
master the rest of their days. In the home there is a young Robinson who loves to hear his father read from his
diary of the wonderful things that happened on the island.

Robinson tried many times to find the rightful owner of the gold and jewels, but never succeeded. At last he
gave them to a school where boys with idle habits were taught to lead useful and industrious lives.