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 consented, and we again pushed forward, through bushes, and over
torrents, sometimes cutting our way with an ax, and sometimes plunging
knee-deep through a swamp. We at length reached the border of a wide
plain, and on it, in the distance, I could see a herd of animals
browsing on the rich grass. It struck me that it might be the very herd
to which our good donkey had joined himself; and, wishing to ascertain
whether this was so, I resolved to make a detour through a bamboo marsh,
and get as near as possible to the animals without disturbing them. The
bamboos were huge, many of them over thirty feet in height; and, as we
made our way through them, I remembered an account of the giant cane of
South America, which is greatly prized by the Indians on account of its
extreme usefulness; the reeds themselves make masts for their canoes,
while each joint will form a cask or box. I was delighted, for I had
little doubt that the bamboos we were among were of the same species. I
explained this to Jack, and as we discussed the possibility of cutting
one down and carrying a portion of it home, we reached the border of the
marsh, and emerged upon the plain. There we suddenly found ourselves
face to face with the herd which we sought--a herd of buffaloes. They
looked up and stared at us inquisitively, but without moving. Jack would
have fired, but I checked him. "Back to the thicket," I said, "and keep
back the dogs!"
We began to retreat, but before we were again under cover the dogs
joined us; and, in spite of our shouts and efforts to restrain them,
they dashed forward and seized a buffalo calf. This was a signal to the
whole herd to attack us. They bellowed loudly, pawed the ground, and
tore it up with their horns, and then dashed madly toward us. We had not
time to step behind a rock before the leader was upon us. So close was
he that my gun was useless. I drew a pistol and fired. He fell dead at
my feet. His fall checked the advance of the rest. They halted, snuffed
the air, turned tail, and galloped off across the plain. They were gone,
but the dogs still held gallantly to the calf. They dragged and tussled
with him, but with their utmost efforts they could not bring him to the
ground. How to assist them without shooting the poor beast I knew not;
and this I was unwilling to do, for I hoped that, if we could but
capture him alive, we might in time manage to tame him, and use him as a
beast of burden. Jack's clever little head, however, suddenly devised a
plan for their aid, and with his usual promptitude, he at once put it
into execution. He unwound the lasso, which was coiled round his body,
and, as the young bull flung up his heels, he cast, it and caught him by
his hind legs. The noose drew tight, and in a twinkling the beast was
upon the ground. We fastened the other end of the cord round a stout
bamboo, called off the dogs, and the animal was at our mercy.
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