III.—­A Voyage to Brobdingnag

We made a good voyage, until we had passed the Straits of Madagascar, when the southern monsoon set in, and we were driven many leagues out of our course.  Being in distress for water, and coming in sight of land, some of us went on shore in search of it.  I walked alone about a mile, when, seeing nothing to satisfy my curiosity, I was returning when I saw our men already in the boat, and rowing for life to the ship, with a huge creature walking after them, the sea up his knees.

I ran off as fast as I could, up a hill, and along what I took for a highroad, but could see little, on either side the corn rising at least forty feet, until I came to a stone stile, which it was impossible for me to climb.  I was looking for a gap in the hedge, when I saw one of the inhabitants in the next field.  He seemed as high as an ordinary spire steeple, and took about ten yards at each step.  I ran to hide myself in the corn, whence I saw him at the stile calling out in a voice which at first I certainly took for thunder.  Seven monsters like himself then came, and began to reap the field where I lay.  I made a shift to get away, squeezing myself between the stalks, till I came to a part laid by the rain and wind.  It was impossible to advance a step, and I heard the reapers not a hundred yards behind me.  Being quite dispirited with toil, I lay down and began to bemoan my widow and fatherless children, when one of the reapers came quite near me, and I screamed as loud as I could, fearing I should be squashed to death by his foot.  He looked about, and at last espying me, took me carefully behind, between his finger and thumb, as I myself had done with a weasel in England.

I resolved not to struggle, but ventured to put my hands together in a supplicating manner, and say some words in a humble, melancholy tone, and letting him know by my gestures how grievously he pinched my sides.  He seemed to apprehend my meaning, and put me gently in the lapel of his coat, and ran along to show me to his master, the substantial farmer I had first seen in the field.

He placed me gently on all fours on the ground, but I immediately got up, and walked slowly backwards and forwards to let those people see I had no intent to run away.  They all sat down in a circle round me, and the farmer was soon convinced I was a rational creature, but we were quite unintelligible to one another.  He put me gently in his handkerchief and took me to show to his wife.  She at first screamed, as women do at a toad, but seeing how well I observed the signs her husband made, she, by degrees, grew extremely fond of me.

A servant brought in dinner, and the farmer put me on the table.  The wife minced some bread and meat and placed it before me.  I made her a low bow, took out my knife and fork, and fell to eating, which gave them great delight.  The farmer’s youngest son, an arch boy of ten, took me up by the legs and held me so high in the air, that I trembled in every limb; but the farmer snatched me from him and gave him such a box on the ear, as would have felled a European troop of horse to the earth.