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
At length, when the excitement subsided a little, I was able to say a
few words with a chance of being listened to. "I am truly thankful to
see you all safe and well, and, thank God, our expedition has been very
satisfactory, except that we have entirely failed to discover any trace
of our shipmates."
"If it be the will of God," said my wife, "to leave us alone on this
solitary place, let us be content; and rejoice that we are all together
in safety."
"Now we want to hear all your adventures, and let us relieve you of
your burdens," added she, taking my game bag.
Jack shouldered my gun, Ernest took the cocoanuts, and little Franz
carried the gourds; Fritz distributed the sugar-canes amongst his
brothers, and handing Ernest his gun replaced the monkey on Turk's back.
Ernest soon found the burden with which Fritz had laden him too heavy
for his taste. His mother perceiving this, offered to relieve him of
part of the load. He gave up willingly the cocoanuts, but no sooner had
he done so than his elder brother exclaimed:
"Hullo, Ernest, you surely do not know what you are parting with; did
you really intend to hand over those good cocoanuts without so much as
tasting them?"
"What? ho! are they really cocoanuts?" cried Ernest. "Do let me take
them again, mother, do let me look at them."
"No, thank you," replied my wife with a smile. "I have no wish to see
you again overburdened."
"Oh, but I have only to throw away these sticks, which are of no use,
and then I can easily carry them."
"Worse and worse," said Fritz; "I have a particular regard for those
heavy, useless sticks. Did you ever hear of sugar-canes?"
The words were scarcely out of his mouth when Ernest began to suck
vigorously at the end of the cane, with no better result, however, than
Fritz had obtained as we were on the march.
"Here," said Fritz, "let me show you the trick of it," and he speedily
set all the youngsters to work extracting the luscious juice.
My wife, as a prudent housekeeper, was no less delighted than the
children with this discovery; the sight of the dishes also pleased her
greatly, for she longed to see us eat once more like civilized beings.
We went into the kitchen and there found preparations for a truly
sumptuous meal. Two forked sticks were planted in the ground on either
side of the fire; on these rested a rod from which hung several
tempting looking fish; opposite them hung a goose from a similar
contrivance, slowly roasting while the gravy dropped into a large shell
placed beneath it. In the center sat the great pot, from which issued
the smell of a most delicious soup. To crown this splendid array, stood
an open hogshead full of Dutch cheeses. All this was very pleasant to
two hungry travelers, but I was about to beg my wife to spare the
poultry until our stock should have increased, when she, perceiving my
thought, quickly relieved my anxiety. "This is not one of our geese,"
she said, "but a wild bird Ernest killed."
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