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
On a large fire we placed a pot, in which we prepared our wax
mixture--half beeswax and half wax from the candleberries. The molds,
carefully prepared--half with karata fiber, and half with wooden splint
wicks--stood on their ends in a tub of cold water, ready to receive the
wax. They were filled; the wax cooled; the candles taken out and
subjected to the criticism of all hands. When night drew on, they were
formally tested. The decision was unanimous: neither gave such a good
light as those with the cotton wicks; but even my wife declared that the
light from mine was far preferable to that emitted by hers, for the
former, though rather flaring, burned brilliantly, while the latter gave
out such a feeble and flickering flame that it was almost useless.
I then turned shoemaker, for I had promised myself a pair of waterproof
boots, and now I determined to make them.
Taking a pair of socks, I filled them with sand and then coated
them over with a thin layer of clay to form a convenient mold; this
was soon hardened in the sun, and was ready for use. Layer after
layer of caoutchouc I brushed over it, allowing each layer to dry
before the next was put on, until at length I considered that the
shoes were of sufficient thickness. I dried them, broke out the
clay, secured with nails a strip of buffalo hide to the soles,
brushed that over with caoutchouc, and I had a pair of comfortable,
durable, respectable-looking waterproof boots.
I was delighted; orders poured in from all sides, and soon every one in
the family was likewise provided for.
One objection to Falconhurst was the absence of any spring close by, so
that the boys were obliged to bring water daily from the stream; and
this involving no little trouble, it was proposed that we should carry
the water by pipes from the stream to our present residence. A dam had
to be thrown across the river some way up stream, that the water might
be raised to a sufficient height to run to Falconhurst. From the
reservoir thus made we led the water down by pipes into the turtle's
shell, which we placed near our dwelling, and from which the superfluous
water flowed off through the hole made in it by Fritz's harpoon. This
was an immense convenience, and we formally inaugurated the trough by
washing therein a whole sack of potatoes. Thus day after day brought its
own work, and day after day saw that work completed. We had no time to
be idle, or to lament our separation from our fellow creatures.
One morning, as we were completing our spiral staircase, and giving it
such finish as we were capable of, we were suddenly alarmed by hearing a
most terrific noise, the roaring or bellowing of a wild beast; so
strange a sound was it, that I could not imagine by what animal it was
uttered.
Jack thought it perhaps a lion, Fritz hazarded a gorilla, while Ernest
gave it as his opinion, and I thought it possible that he was right,
that it was a hyena.
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