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
All the wild nature of the bird had gone, and I saw with delight that we
might begin his education as soon as we chose. Rice, guavas, maize, and
corn he ate readily--_washing it down_, as Jack expressed it, with small
pebbles, to the great surprise of Franz, to whom I explained that the
ostrich was merely following the instinct common to all birds; that he
required these pebbles to digest his food, just as smaller birds require
gravel.
After a month of careful training, our captive would trot, gallop, obey
the sound of our voice, feed from our hand; and, in fact, showed himself
perfectly docile. Now our ingenuity was taxed to the utmost. How were we
to saddle and bridle a bird? First, for a bit for his beak. Vague ideas
passed through my mind, but every one I was obliged to reject. A plan at
length occurred to me. I recollected the effect of light and its absence
upon the ostrich, how his movements were checked by sudden darkness,
and how, with the light, power returned to his limbs.
I immediately constructed a leathern hood, to reach from the neck to the
beak, cutting holes in it for the eyes and ears.
Over the eyeholes I contrived square flaps or blinkers, which were so
arranged with whalebone springs that they closed tightly of themselves.
The reins were connected with these blinkers, so that the flaps might be
raised or allowed to close at the rider's pleasure.
When both blinkers were open, the ostrich would gallop straight ahead;
close his right eye and he turned to the left, close his left and he
turned to the right, shut both and he stood stock still.
I was justly proud of my contrivance, but, before I could really test
its utility, I was obliged to make a saddle. After several failures, I
succeeded in manufacturing one to my liking, and in properly securing
it; it was something like an old-fashioned trooper's saddle, peaked
before and behind--for my great fear was lest the boys should fall. This
curious-looking contrivance I placed upon the shoulders as near the neck
as possible, and secured it with strong girths round the wings and
across the breast, to avoid all possibility of the saddle slipping down
the bird's sloping back.
I soon saw that my plan would succeed, though skill and considerable
practice was necessary in the use of my patent bridle. It was difficult
to remember that to check the courser's speed it was necessary to
slacken rein, and that the tighter the reins were drawn, the faster he
would fly. We at length, however, all learned to manage Master
Hurricane, and the distance between Rockburg and Falconhurst was
traversed in an almost incredibly short space of time. The marvelous
speed of the bird again revived the dispute as to the ownership, and I
was obliged to interfere.
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