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 rejoining my sons, I found them only half-way to the great fish, and
as I drew near they shouted in high glee:
"Oh! father, just look at the glorious shells and coral branches we are
finding. How does it happen that there are such quantities?"
"Only consider how the recent storms have stirred the ocean to its
depths! No doubt thousands of shell-fish have been detached from their
rocks and dashed in all directions by the waves, which have thrown
ashore even so huge a creature as the whale yonder."
"Yes; isn't he a frightful great brute!" cried Fritz. "Ever so much
larger than he seemed from a distance. The worst of it is, one does not
well see what use to make of the huge carcase."
"Why, make train oil, to be sure," said Ernest. "I can't say he's a
beauty, though, and it is much pleasanter to gather these lovely shells,
than to cut up blubber."
"Well, let us amuse ourselves with them for the present," said I, "but
in the afternoon, when the sea is calmer, we will return with the
necessary implements, and see if we can turn the stranded whale to good
account."
We were soon ready to return to the boat, but Ernest had a fancy for
remaining alone on the island till we came back, and asked my permission
to do so, that he might experience, for an hour or two, the sensations
of Robinson Crusoe.
To this, however, I would not consent, assuring him that our fate, as a
solitary family, gave him quite sufficient idea of shipwreck on an
uninhabited island, and that his lively imagination must supply the
rest.
The boys found it hard work to row back, and began to beg of me to exert
my wonderful inventive powers in contriving some kind of rowing machine.
"You lazy fellows!" returned I; "give me the great clockwork out of a
church tower, perhaps I might be able to relieve your labors."
"Oh, father!" cried Fritz, "don't you know there are iron wheels in the
clockwork of the large kitchen-jacks? I'm sure mother would give them
up, and you could make something out of them, could you not?"
"By the time I have manufactured a rowing-machine out of a
roasting-jack, I think your arms will be pretty well inured to the use
of your oars! However, I am far from despising the hint, my dear Fritz."
"Is coral of any use?" demanded Jack suddenly.
"In former times it was pounded and used by chemists; but it is now
chiefly used for various ornaments, and made into beads for necklaces,
etc. As such, it is greatly prized by savages, and were we to fall in
with natives, we might very possibly find a store of coral useful in
bartering with them.
"For the present, we will arrange these treasures of the deep in our
library, and make them the beginning of a Museum of Natural History,
which will afford us equal pleasure and instruction."
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