The Swiss Family Robinson: A Translation from the Original GermanWyss, Johann David
General
The Swiss Family Robinson: A Translation from the Original German
Wyss, Johann David
Family life -- Fiction; Islands -- Fiction; Survival -- Fiction
"Very likely," replied I, "and so would be the attacks of wild beasts;
imagine a great tiger lying in wait in the thicket yonder, and pouncing
out on us at night. No, no, thank you, I much prefer our nest in the
tree, or our impregnable position at Tentholm. We must make this our
headquarters for the present, however; for, though perhaps dangerous, it
is the most convenient spot we shall find. Call a halt and pitch the
tent."
Our beasts were quickly unyoked, the tent arranged, a large fire lit,
supper started, and we dispersed in various directions, some to cut
bamboos, and some to collect sugar-cane. We then returned; and, as
supper was still not ready and the boys were hungry, they decided to
obtain some cocoanuts. This time, however, no assistance was to be had
from either monkeys or land-crabs, and they gazed up with longing eyes
at the fruit above them.
"We can climb," said Fritz, "up with you, boys."
Jack and he each rushed at one of the smooth, slippery trunks; right
vigorously they struggled upward, but to no purpose; before they had
accomplished one-quarter of the distance they found themselves slipping
rapidly to the ground.
"Here, you young athletes," cried I, "I foresaw this difficulty, and
have provided for it." So saying I held up buskins of shark's skin which
I had previously prepared, and which I now bound on to their legs. Thus
equipped they again attempted the ascent, and with a loop of rope passed
round their body and the trunk of the tree, quickly reached the summit.
My wife joined me, and together we watched the boys as they ascended
tree after tree, throwing down the best fruit from each.
They then returned and jestingly begged Ernest to produce the result of
his labor. The professor had been lying on the grass grazing at the
palms; but, on this sarcastic remark, he sprang to his feet.
"Willingly," he exclaimed, and seizing a pair of buskins, he quickly
donned them. "Give me a cocoanut shell," said he. I gave him one, and he
put it in his pocket. He ran to a tree, and, with an agility which
surprised us all, quickly reached the top. No sooner had he done so than
Fritz and Jack burst into a roar of laughter. He had swarmed a tree
which bore no nuts. Ernest apparently heard them; for, as it seemed in a
fit of anger, he drew his knife and severed the leafy crest, which fell
to the ground. I glanced up at him, surprised at such a display of
temper. But a bright smile greeted me, and in a merry tone he shouted:
"Jack, pick that palm-cabbage up and take it to your father; that is
only half my contribution, and it is worth all your nuts put together."
He spoke truly; the cabbage palm is rare, and the tuft of leaves at its
summit is greatly prized by the South Americans for its great delicacy
and highly nutritive qualities.
"Bravo!" I cried, "you have retrieved your character; come down and
receive the thanks of the company. What are you waiting up there for?"
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account