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
Our march proceeded slowly, and many were the uncomplimentary remarks
made on the "new country."
It was "Arabia Petrea," groaned one. "Desert of Sahara," sighed another.
"Fit abode for demons," muttered a third. "Subterranean volcanic fires
are raging beneath our feet."
"Patience, my dear fellows!" cried I; "you are too easily discouraged.
Look beyond the toilsome way to those grand mountains, whose spurs are
already stretching forward to meet us. Who knows what pleasant surprises
await us amid their steep declivities? I, for my part, expect to find
water, fresh grass, trees, and a lovely resting-place."
We were all glad to repose beneath the shade of the first over-hanging
rock we came to, although, by pressing further upward, we might have
attained to a pleasanter spot.
Looking back toward the Gap, we marked the strange contrast of the
smiling country bordering the river, and the dreary, monotonous plain we
had traversed.
After gazing on the distant scene, we produced our store of provisions,
and were busily engaged, when Knips (our constant companion) suddenly
began to snuff and smell about in a very ridiculous way; finally, with a
shriek which we knew was expressive of pleasure, he set off at a full
speed, followed by all the dogs, up a sort of glen behind us.
We left them to their own devices, being far too pleasantly engaged with
our refreshments to care much what fancy the little rogue had got in his
head.
When hunger was somewhat appeased, Fritz once more cast his eyes over
the expanse of plain before us, and after looking fixedly for a moment,
exclaimed:
"Is it possible that I see a party of horsemen riding at full gallop
toward us! Can they be wild Arabs of the desert?"
"Arabs my boy! certainly not; but take the spyglass and make them out
exactly. We shall have to be on our guard, whatever they are!"
"I cannot see distinctly enough to be sure," said he presently, "and
imagination supplies the deficiency of sight in most strange fashion. I
could fancy them wild cattle, loaded carts, wandering haycocks, in fact
most anything I like."
The spyglass passed from hand to hand; Jack and Ernest agreed in
thinking the moving objects were men on horseback; but when it came to
my turn to look, I at once pronounced them to be very large ostriches.
"This is fortunate, indeed!" I exclaimed; "we must try to secure one of
these magnificent birds; the feathers alone are worth having."
"A live ostrich, father! that would be splendid. Why, we might ride upon
him!"
As the ostriches approached, we began to consider in what way we should
attempt a capture. I sent Fritz and Jack to recall the dogs, and placed
myself with Ernest behind some shrubs which would conceal us from the
birds as they came onward.
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