Once more, the undisciplined scholar found himself free and his own master!  He profited by this to pay a visit to his birthplace in Scotland.  His father was dead, but he had some business to regulate there.

On reaching Largo he learned the arrival of William Dampier at St. Andrew.  He set sail for that port immediately.

‘Ah!’ said he on his way, ’if this brave captain should be about to undertake a voyage to the New World, and will let me accompany him, no matter in what capacity, all my wishes will be gratified.  I thirst to see tattooed faces, other trees besides beeches, oaks and firs; other shores than those of the Baltic, Mediterranean and Atlantic.  Who knows whether I may not aid him in the discovery of some new continent, some unknown island which shall bear my name!’

And, cradled by the wave in the frail canoe that bore him, he dreamed of government, perhaps of royalty, in one of those archipelagoes which he imagined to exist in the bosom of the distant Southern seas, long afterwards explored by Cook, Bougainville and Vancouver.

Once in port, he hastened to inquire for the dwelling occupied by Dampier.  The latter was absent; he was in the harbor.

While awaiting his return, our young sailor thought of his old friend Catherine, his pretty black-eyed Kitty, and directed his steps towards the inn.

He found her already enthroned in her leathern arm-chair, her hair neatly braided, with two small curls on her temples; in a toilette which the early hour of the morning did not seem to authorize; but it was the famous third day, and she was awaiting Stradling.

On seeing Selkirk enter, she exclaimed to the boy, pointing to the newly-arrived:  ‘A pot of ale!’

‘No,’ cried the young man smiling; ’the ale which I once drank here was for me a philter full of bitterness; a glass of whiskey, if you please,——­’ and, pointing to the little table opposite the bar at which he was formerly accustomed to place himself, he said: 

‘Serve me there; I will return to my old habits.’

Catherine looked at him with astonishment.

‘Does not pretty Kate recognize me?’ said he in a caressing tone, approaching her.

‘How!  Is it possible! is it you, indeed, Sandy?’

’Yes, Alexander Selkirk, formerly a fugitive from the University of St. Andrew; recently a master pilot in the royal marine; now, as ever, your very humble servant.’

And they shook hands, and examined each other closely, but the impression on both sides was far from being the same.

Catherine finds Selkirk much changed, but for the better; time and navigation have been favorable to him.  He is no longer the raw student with embarrassed air, awkward manner, bony frame and dilapidated costume; but a stout young man, with a broad chest, active and graceful form; though his features are decidedly Scotch, they are handsome; his eyes, less brilliant than formerly, are animated with a more attractive thoughtfulness, and the naval uniform, which he still wears, sets off his person to advantage.