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
Meanwhile I perceived with pleasure the rapid vegetation the climate was
producing. The seeds we had scattered had germinated, and were now
promising magnificent crops. The veranda, too, was looking pleasant with
its gay and sweet-scented creepers, which were already aspiring to the
summit of the pillars. The air was full of birds, the earth seemed
teeming with life.
The dress was at length completed, and Fritz one fine afternoon offered
publicly to prove it. We all assembled on the beach, the boy gravely
donned and inflated the garment, and, amid roars of laughter from his
brothers, entered the water. Quickly and easily he paddled himself
across the bay toward Shark Island, whither we followed in one of our
boats.
The experiment was most successful, and Ernest, Jack, and Franz, in
spite of their laughter at their brother's garment, begged their mother
to make for each of them a similar dress.
While on the island we paid a visit to the colonists whom we had
established there the previous autumn. All was well; we could perceive
by the footprints that the antelopes had discovered and made use of the
shelter we had erected for them, and feeling that we could do nothing
more we scattered handfuls of maize and salt, and strolled across to the
other side of the island. The shore was covered with lovely shells, many
of which, with beautiful pieces of delicate coral, the boys collected
for their museum; strewn by the edge of the water too lay a great
quantity of seaweed of various colors, and as the mother declared that
much of it was of use, the boys assisted her to collect it and store it
in the boat. As we pulled back to the land I was surprised to see that
my wife chose from among the seaweed a number of curious leaves with
edges notched like a saw. When we reached home she carefully washed
these and dried them in the oven. There was evidently something
mysterious about this preparation, and my curiosity at length prompted
me to make an attempt to discover the secret.
"Are these leaves to form a substitute for tobacco?" said I; "do you so
long for its refreshing smell?"
My wife smiled, for her dislike to tobacco was well known, and she
answered in the same jocular tone:
"Do you not think that a mattress stuffed with these leaves would be
very cool in summer?"
The twinkle in her eyes showed me that my curiosity must still remain
unsatisfied, but it nevertheless became greater than ever.
The boys and I had one day made a long and fatiguing expedition, and,
tired out, we flung ourselves down in the veranda. As we lay there
resting, we heard the mother's voice.
"Could any of you enjoy a little jelly?"
She presently appeared, bearing a porcelain dish laden with most lovely
transparent jelly. Cut with a spoon and laid before us it quivered and
glittered in the light.
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