This is part of a famous story about an Englishman named Gulliver. Once when he was sailing in the seas beyond India, his ship struck a hidden rock and sank in few minutes. Only Gulliver was saved, for he was a good swimmer and managed to reach the nearest land.

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It had been a long swim and Gulliver was tired and weary. At once he lay down on the soft grass near the shore and slept more soundly than he had ever done in his life.

When he awoke, it was daylight. He tried to rise, but he was not able to move, for his legs and arms were fastened to the ground on each side. His hair, which was long and thick, was tied down in the same way, so that he could not even turn his head.

All at once, Gulliver heard a strange sound near him; then he felt something alive moving along his left leg. Over his chest it came and up to his chin.

When Gulliver looked, he saw a little man, about fifteen centimeters high, with a bow and arrow in his hand. Behind him came forty other tiny men like him.

Gulliver was so surprised that he roared aloud and pulled his left arm free from the cords that tied it. At that, the little men ran back in terror, and from a distance they sent a shower of arrows at him. The arrows that landed on Gulliver's hands and face pricked him like needles, so after that he lay still.

2

By this time Gulliver felt hungry, for he had not eaten anything for many hours.
He could not speak the strange language of the little folk, so he kept putting his finger to his mouth as a sign that he wanted food.
How glad he was when they showed that they understood what he wanted!

They placed ladders against his sides and over a hundred of the little people carrying baskets of food, climbed up and walked over his body towards his mouth. They brought legs of mutton, each about the size of a lark's wing, and a great number of loaves of bread. Gulliver ate two or three of the legs of mutton at a mouthful and took three of the tiny loaves at one bite.

Next, they hoisted up two of their largest barrels of wine, rolled them over his chest to his chin and opened the tops of them. Gulliver drank the wine in two gulps; he made a sign for more, but they could find no more to give him.

'What a wonderful man-mountain is this!' they all cried in their own language. 'He eats and drinks as much as seventeen hundred of our people.'
While they were shouting and cheering and running to and fro beside his body and over his chest, Gulliver fell into a very deep sleep.