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
No sooner did the children see the force of this idea, than they got a
bamboo, and popping little Franz into the basket, carried him about in
triumph.
This amusement suggested a fresh notion to Fritz. "Oh, father," cried
he, "don't you think we might make something like this for mother, and
carry her much more comfortably than jolting along in the cart?"
The boys shouted with glee at the proposal, and though their mother
thought the plan feasible enough, she confessed that she did not much
like the thoughts of sitting in the middle of a basket, and just looking
out now and then over the rim.
However, I assured her it should be a well-shaped, comfortable
sedan-chair, or litter; and the next question was how it should be
carried, since the boys could not play the part of Indian
palanquin-bearers, either with safety to their mother, or with any
pleasure to themselves.
"The bull and the buffalo!" cried Jack. "Why not use them for it? Let's
go and try them now!"
Off ran the boys, and in a short time the basket was securely hung
between Storm and Grumble. Fritz and Jack sprang into their saddles, and
Ernest very gingerly deposited himself in the "cradle," as Franz called
it; they set forth at a most sober pace, the animals, who were perfectly
docile, appearing only a little surprised at the new arrangement.
"Oh, it is so pleasant, mother, it is a delightful motion," cried
Ernest, as they passed us; "it swings and rocks really soothingly.
Quicker, Fritz! go quicker!" and the trot pleasing him equally well, the
pace gradually quickened, till the animals were going along at a rate
which shook and jolted the basket about most fearfully. Ernest called
and screamed in vain for a halt. His brothers thought it capital fun to
"shake up" the "professor," and made the circuit of the level ground
near Rockburg, finally pulling up in front of us, like performers
stopping to receive the applause of spectators.
It was impossible to help laughing, the scene was so ridiculous, but
Ernest was very angry with his brothers, his reproaches provoked high
words in reply, and a quarrel was imminent, but I interfered, and showed
them how easily a joke, carried too far, would lead to disputes and bad
feeling, urging them to avoid on all occasions any breach of the
good-fellowship and brotherly love which was the mainstay of our
strength and happiness.
Good humor was soon restored, Ernest himself helped to unharness the
beasts, and got some handfuls of salt and barley to reward their
exertions, saying that they must have some more palanquin-practice
another day.
I was seated with my wife and Fritz beneath the shade of the veranda,
engaged in wicker-work, and chatting pleasantly, when suddenly Fritz got
up, advanced a step or two, gazing fixedly along the avenue which led
from Jackal River, then he exclaimed:
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