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 am coming presently," he replied, "with the second half of my
contribution; I hope it will be as fully appreciated as the first."
In a short time he slipped down the tree, and, advancing to his mother,
presented her with the nutshell he had taken up with him.
"Here," he said, "is a wine which the greatest connoisseur would prize.
Taste it, mother."
The shell was filled with a clear, rosy liquor, bright and sparkling. My
wife tasted it. "Excellent, excellent," she exclaimed. "Your very good
health, my dear boy!"
We drank the rosy wine in turn, and Ernest received hearty thanks from
all.
It was getting late, and while we were enjoying our supper before our
tent, our donkey, who had been quietly browsing near us, suddenly set up
a loud bray, and, without the least apparent cause, pricked up his ears,
threw up his heels, and galloped off into the thicket of bamboos. We
followed for a short distance, and I sent the dogs in chase, but they
returned without our friend, and, as it was late, we were obliged to
abandon the chase.
I was annoyed by this incident, and even alarmed; for not only had we
lost the ass, but I knew not what had occasioned his sudden flight. I
knew not whether he was aware, by instinct, of the approach of some
fierce wild beast. I said nothing of this to my family, but, making up
an unusually large fire, I bade them sleep with their arms by their
sides, and we all lay down.
A bright morning awoke us early, and I rose and looked out, thinking
that perhaps our poor donkey might have been attracted by the light of
the fires, and had returned. Alas! not a sign of him was to be seen. As
we could not afford to lose so valuable a beast, I determined to leave
no attempt untried to regain him. We hurriedly breakfasted, and, as I
required the dogs to assist me in the search, I left my elder sons to
protect their mother, and bade Jack get ready for a day's march. This
arrangement delighted him, and we quickly set out.
For an hour or more we trudged onward, directed by the print of the
ass's hoofs. Sometimes we lost the track for a while, and then again
discovered it as we reached softer soil. Finally this guide failed us
altogether, for the donkey seemed to have joined in with a herd of some
larger animals, with whose hoof-prints his had mingled. I now almost
turned back in despair, but Jack urged me to continue the search; "For,"
said he, "if we once get upon a hill we shall see such a large herd, as
this must be, at almost any distance. Do let us go on, father."
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