Robinson Chapter 05 Learning To Live Alone ~ Learn English Through Story ~ ESL Story In Urdu & Hindi

Chapter 05 Learning to live alone
I still needed a lot of things. ‘Well,’ I said, Tm going to have to make
them.’ So, every day, I worked. First of all, I wanted to make my cave bigger. I carried out stone from the cave, and after
many days’ hard work I had a large cave in the side of the hill. Then I needed a table and a chair, and that
was my next job. I had to work on them for a long time. I also wanted to make places to put all my
food, and all my tools and guns. But every time I wanted a piece of wood, I
had to cut down a tree. It was long, slow, difficult work, and during
the next months I learnt to be very clever with my tools. There was no hurry. I had all the time in the world.I also went
out every day, and I always had my gun with me. Sometimes I killed a wild animal, and then
I had meat to eat.But when it got dark, I had to go to bed because I had no light. I couldn’t read or write because I couldn’t
see. For a long time, I didn’t know what to do. But in the end, I learnt how to use the fat(charbi)
of dead animals to make a light. The weather on my island was usually very
hot, and there were often storms and heavy rain. The next June, it rained all the time, and
I couldn’t go out very often. I was also ill for some weeks, but slowly,
I got better. When I was stronger, I began to go out again.The
first time I killed a wild animal, and the second time I caught a big turtle. I was on the island for ten months before
I visited other parts of it. During those months I worked hard on my cave
and my house and my fence. Now I was ready to find out more about the
rest of the island. First, I walked along the side of a little
river. There, I found open ground without trees. Later, I came to more trees with many different
fruits. I decided to take a lot of the fruit, and
to put it to dry(khuskh karney ka liye dalna) in the sun for a time. Then I could keep it for many months. That night I went to sleep in a tree for the
second time, and the next day I went on with my journey. Soon I came to an opening(iftitah/shuru) in
the hills. In front of me, everything was green, and
there were flowers everywhere. There were also a lot of different birds and
animals. I saw that my house was on the worst side
of the island. But I didn’t want to move from there. It was my home now. I stayed away for three days, and then I came
home. But I often went back to the other, greener
side (sabs hisa) of the island. And so my life went on. Every month I learnt to do or to make something
new. But I had troubles and accidents(haadsa) too. Once there was a terrible storm with very
heavy rain. The roof of my cave fell in, and nearly killed
me! I had to build it up again with many pieces
of wood. I had a lot of food now. I cooked it over a fire or dried it in the
sun. So I always had meat during the rainy months
when I could not go out with a gun. I learnt to make pots to keep my food in. But I wanted very much to make a harder, stronger
pot – a pot that would not break in a fire. I tried many times, but I could not do it. Then one day I was lucky. I made some new pots and put them in a very
hot fire. They changed colour, but did not break. I left them there for many hours, and when
they were cold again, I found that they were hard and strong. That night I was very happy. I had hot water for the first time on the
island. By then, I also had my own bread. That was luck, too. One day I found a little bag. We used it on the ship, to keep the chickens’
food in. There was still some of the food in the bag,
and I dropped some of it onto the ground. A month later I saw something bright green
there, and after six months I had a very small field of corn.(buttey ka khaat) I was very
excited. Perhaps now I could make my own bread! It was easy to say, but not so easy to do. It is a lot of work to make bread from corn. Many people eat bread, but how many people
can take corn from a field and make bread out of it without help? I had to learn and to make many new things,
and it was a year before I cooked and ate my first bread.During all this time I never
stopped thinking about escape. When I travelled across to the other side
of the island, I could see the other islands, and I said to myself, ‘Perhaps I can get
there with a boat. Perhaps I can get back to England one day.’ So I decided to make myself a boat. I cut down a big tree, and then began to make
a long hole in it. It was hard work, but about six months later,
I had a very fine canoe. (naao)
Next, I had to get it down (nichey utara) to the sea. How stupid I was! Why didn’t I think before I began work? Of course, the canoe was too heavy. I couldn’t move it! I pulled and pushed and tried everything,
but it didn’t move. I was very unhappy for a long time after that. That happened in my fourth year on the island. In my sixth year I did make myself a smaller
canoe, but I did not try to escape in it. The boat was too small for a long journey,
and I did not want to die at sea. The island was my home now, not my prison,
and I was just happy to be alive. A year or two later, I made myself a second
canoe on the other side of the island. I also built myself a second house there,
and so I had two homes.My life was still busy from morning to night. There were always things to do or to make. I learnt to make new clothes for myself from
the skins of dead animals. They looked very strange, it is true, but
they kept me dry in the rain. I kept food and tools at both my houses, and
also wild goats. There were many goats on the island, and I
made fields(khaet) with high fences(alaa kisam ki barr) to keep them in. They learnt to take food from me, and soon
I had goat’s milk to drink every day. I also worked hard in my cornfields. And so many years went by.Then, one year,
something strange and terrible happened. I often walked along the shore, and one day
I saw something in the sand. I went over to look at it more carefully,
and stopped in sudden surprise. It was a footprint – the footprint of a man! Who could this be? Afraid, I looked around me. I listened. I waited. Nothing. I was more and more afraid. Perhaps this man was one of those wild people
who killed and ate other men! I looked everywhere, but there was nobody,
and no other footprint. I turned and hurried home. ‘There’s someone on my island,’ I said
to myself. ‘Perhaps he knows about me . . . Perhaps
he’s watching me now from behind a tree … Perhaps he wants to kill me.’ That night I couldn’t sleep. The next day I got all my guns ready and I
put more wood and young trees around my house. Nobody could see me now. But, after fifteen years alone on the island,
I was afraid, and I did not leave my cave for three days. In the end, I had to go out to milk my goats. But for two years I was afraid. I stayed near my home and I never used my
guns because I didn’t want to make a noise. I could not forget the footprint, but I saw
and heard nothing more, and slowly I began to feel happier. One day, a year later, I was over on the west
side of the island. From there I could see the other islands,
and I could also see a boat, far out to sea. ‘If you have a boat,’ I thought, ‘it’s
easy to sail across to this island. Perhaps that explains the footprint – it was
a visitor from one of the other islands.’I began to move more
freely around the island again, and built myself a third house. It was
a very secret place in a cave. ‘No wild man will ever find that,’ I said
to myself. Then one year something happened which I can
never forget. I was again on the west side of the island
and was walking along the shore. Suddenly, I saw something which made me feel
ill. There were heads, arms, feet, and other pieces
of men’s bodies everywhere. For a minute, I couldn’t think, and then
I understood. Sometimes there were fights between the wild
men on the other islands. Then they came here to my island with their
prisoners, to kill them, cook them, and eat them. Slowly, I went home, but I was very angry. How could men do this? For many months I watched carefully for the
smoke from fires, but I didn’t see anything. Somehow the wild men came and went, and I
never saw them. I was angry and afraid. I wanted to shoot them all, but there were
many of them and only one of me. ‘Perhaps I can shoot two or three,’ I
said to myself, ‘but then they will kill and eat me.’Then, one morning in my twenty-third
year on the island, I was out in my fields and I saw the smoke from a fire. Quickly, I went up
the hill to watch. There were nine men around the fire, and they
were cooking their terrible food. Then these wild men danced round the fire,
singing and shouting. This went on for
about two hours, and then they got into their boats and sailed away. I went down to the
shore and saw the blood of the dead men on the sand. ‘The next time they come, I’m going to kill them,’ I
said angrily.


  1. Bright Minds

    October 4, 2019 at 5:57 pm

    Salam Dear Sir


    October 4, 2019 at 6:22 pm

    Thanks so much sir

  3. ahmad riaz

    October 4, 2019 at 7:20 pm

    Sir picture quality is not good

  4. khan watan

    October 6, 2019 at 8:07 am

    Salam sir please show me the direction ?

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