I enquir'd if he could tell me how I might come from this Island，and get among those white Men；he told me，yes，yes，I might go in two Canoe；I could not understand what he meant，or make him describe to me what he meant by two Canoe，till at last with great Difficulty，I found he meant it must be in a large great Boat，as big as two Canoes.
This Part of Friday's Discourse began to relish with me very well，and from this Time I entertain'd some Hopes，that one Time or other，I might find an Opportunity to make my Escape from this Place；and that this poor Savage might be a Means to help me to do It.
During the long Time that Friday has now been with me，and that he began to speak to me，and understand me，I was not wanting to lay a Foundation of religious Knowledge in his Mind；particularly I ask'd him one Time who made him？ The poor Creature did not understand me at all，but thought I had ask'd who was his Father；but I took it by another handle，and ask'd him who made the Sea，the Ground we walk'd on，and the Hills，and Woods；he told me it was one old Benamuckee，that liv'd beyond all：He could describe nothing of this great Person，but that he was very old；much older he said than the Sea，or the Land；than the Moon，or the Stars：I ask'd him then，if this old Person had made all Things，why did not all Things worship him；he look'd very grave，and with a perfect Look of Innocence，said，All Things do say O to him：I ask'd him if the People who die in his Country went away any where；he said，yes，they all went to Benamuckee；then I ask'd him whether these they eat up went thither too，he said yes.