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
After collecting a supply of rice and cotton, they took their way to
Prospect Hill; "and," said Fritz, as he afterward vividly described the
dreadful scene there enacted, "when we entered the pine wood, we found
it in possession of troops of monkeys, who resolved to make our passage
through it as disagreeable as possible, for they howled and chattered at
us like demons, pelting us as hard as they could with pine cones.
"They became so unbearable, that at last we fired a few shot right and
left among them; several bit the dust, the rest fled, and we continued
our way in peace to Prospect Hill, but only to discover the havoc the
wretches had made there.
"Would you believe it, father? The pleasant cottage had been overrun
and ruined by apes just as Woodland last summer! The most dreadful dirt
and disorder met our eyes wherever we turned, and we had hard work to
make the place fit for human habitation; and even then we preferred the
tent. I felt quite at loss how to guard the farm for the future; but
seeing a bottle of the poisonous gum of the euphorbia in the tool chest,
I devised a plan for the destruction of the apes which succeeded beyond
my expectations.
"I mixed poison with milk, bruised millet, and anything I thought the
monkeys would eat, and put it in cocoanut shells, which I hung about in
the trees, high enough to be out of reach of our own animals. The
evening was calm and lovely; the sea murmured in the distance, and the
rising moon shed a beauty over the landscape which we seemed never
before to have so admired and enjoyed. The summer night closed around us
in all its solemn stillness, and our deepest feelings were touched; when
suddenly the spell was broken by an outburst of the most hideous and
discordant noises. As by one consent, every beast of the forest seemed
to arise from its den, and utter its wild nocturnal cry. Snorting,
snarling, and shrieking filled the wood beneath us.
"From the hills echoed the mournful howl of the jackals, answered by
Fangs in the yard, who was backed up by the barking and yelping of his
friends Floss and Bruno. Far away beyond the rocky fastnesses of the
Gap, sounded unearthly, hollow snortings and neighings, reminding one of
the strange cry of the hippopotamus; above these, occasional deep
majestic roaring made our hearts quail with the conviction that we heard
the voices of lions and elephants.
"Overawed and silent, we retired to rest, hoping to forget in sleep the
terrors of the midnight forest, but ere long the most fearful cries in
the adjoining woods gave notice that the apes were beginning to suffer
from the poisoned repast prepared for them.
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