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
A wonderful weight seemed lifted from our hearts, while all eagerly
discussed the vast length and awful though magnificent appearance of the
serpent. I had recognized it as the boa constrictor. It was a vast
specimen, upward of thirty feet in length.
I explained to the children that its name in South America is Boaguacu;
the first syllable of that word, with the Latin addition, which
indicates that it kills its prey by pressure, or "constriction," gives
the name by which it is commonly known.
The near neighborhood of this terrific reptile occasioned me the utmost
anxiety; and I desired that no one should leave the house on any
pretense whatever, without my express permission.
During three whole days we were kept in suspense and fear, not daring to
stir above a few hundred steps from the door, although during all that
time the enemy showed no sign of his presence.
In fact, we might have been induced to think the boa had passed across
the swamp, and found his way by some cleft or chasm through the wall of
cliffs beyond, had not the restless behavior of our geese and ducks
given proof that he still lurked in the thicket of reeds which they were
accustomed to make their nightly resting place.
They swam anxiously about, and with much clapping of wings and disturbed
cackling showed their uneasiness; finally taking wing they crossed the
harbor, and took up their quarters on Shark Island.
My embarrassment increased, as time passed on. I could not venture to
attack with insufficient force a monstrous and formidable serpent
concealed in dense thickets amidst dangerous swamps; yet it was dreadful
to live in a state of blockade, cut off from all the important duties in
which we were engaged, and shut up with our animals in the unnatural
light of the cave, enduring constant anxiety and perturbation.
Out of this painful state we were at last delivered by none other than
our good old simple-hearted donkey; not, however, by the exercise of a
praiseworthy quality, such as the vigilance of the time-honored geese of
the Capitol, but by sheer stupidity.
Our situation was rendered the more critical from having no great stock
of provisions, or fodder for the animals; and the hay failing us on the
evening of the third day, I determined to set them at liberty by sending
them, under guidance of Fritz, across the river at the ford.
He was to ride Lightfoot, and they were to be fastened together until
safely over.
Next morning we began to prepare for this by tying them in a line, and
while so engaged my wife opened the door, when old Grizzle, who was
fresh and frolicsome after the long rest and regular feeding, suddenly
broke away from the halter, cut some awkward capers, then bolting out,
careened at full gallop straight for the marsh.
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