The Swiss Family Robinson: A Translation from the Original GermanWyss, Johann David
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The Swiss Family Robinson: A Translation from the Original German
Wyss, Johann David
Family life -- Fiction; Islands -- Fiction; Survival -- Fiction
"I think that perhaps I can help you," I replied, after a little
consideration; "not that I can claim the honor of the invention of my
plan; that is due to the Hottentots. I will see what I can do. Jack,
bring me one of our gourd bottles."
I took the gourd, one of those I had previously prepared, with a small
hole at one end and well hollowed out and cleaned; this I partially
filled with cream and then corked up the hole tightly.
"Here, boys," said I, "you can continue the operation, while I turn
carpenter and make a cart to take the place of our sledge."
I gave them their directions, and then set about my own work. They fixed
four posts in the ground, and to them fastened a square piece of
sailcloth by four cords attached to the corners. In this cradle they
placed the gourd of cream, and each taking a side rolled it backward and
forward continuously for half an hour.
"Now," I cried, looking up from my work, "open the gourd and take the
contents to your mother, with my compliments."
They did so; and my good wife's eyes were delighted with the sight of a
large lump of capital fresh butter.
With my son's assistance the cart was in time completed; a clumsy
vehicle it was, but strong enough for any purpose to which we might put
it, and, as it proved, of immense use to us in collecting the harvest.
We then turned our attention to our fruit-trees, which we had planted in
a plot ready for transplanting. The walnut, cherry, and chestnut trees
we arranged in parallel rows, so as to form a shady avenue from
Falconhurst to Family-bridge; and between them we laid down a tolerable
road, that we might have no difficulty in reaching Tentholm, be the
weather bad as it might. We planted the vines round the arched roots of
our great mangrove, and the rest of the trees in suitable spots; some
near Falconhurst, and others away over Jackal River, to adorn Tentholm.
Tentholm had been the subject of serious thoughts to me for some time
past, and I now turned all my attention thither. It was not my ambition
to make it beautiful, but to form of it a safe place of refuge in a case
of emergency. My first care, therefore, was to plant a thick, prickly
hedge capable of protecting us from any wild animal, and forming a
tolerable obstacle to the attack of even savages, should they appear.
Not satisfied with this, however, we fortified the bridge, and on a
couple of hillocks mounted two guns which we brought from the wreck, and
with whose angry mouths we might bark defiance at any enemy, man or
beast.
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