I was so dead asleep at first, being fatigued with rowing, or part of the day, and with walking the latter part, that I did not wake thoroughly; but dozing thought I dreamed that somebody spoke to me; but as the voice continued to repeat, “Robin Crusoe, Robin Crusoe,” at last I began to wake more perfectly, and was at first dreadfully frightened, and started up in the utmost consternation; but no sooner were my eyes open, but I saw my Poll sitting on the top of the hedge; and immediately knew that it was he that spoke to me; for just in such bemoaning language I had used to talk to him and teach him; and he had learned it so perfectly that he would sit upon my finger, and lay his bill close to my face and cry, “Poor Robin Crusoe!
Olyan mélyen aludtam az előző napok elcsigázó eseményei miatt, nem is ébredtem fel tejesen, és azt hittem, csak álmodom, hogy valaki beszél hozzám. A hang azonban tovább ismételgette, hogy: "Robin Crusoe, Robin Crusoe."