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
"These tribes are amply provided with camels and horses, and effect
their journeys more quickly and conveniently than we are likely to do
with these deliberate quadrupeds of ours. Whatever you young folks may
think, I suspect your mother and I will be quite satisfied with one such
undertaking. At least I hope she will be contented with the nest she
intends me to build for her up in her wonderful trees."
With honest pride I introduced my wife to my bridge, and after receiving
from her what I considered well-merited praise for my skill in its
construction, we passed over it in grand procession, re-enforced
unexpectedly on the opposite side by the arrival of our cross-grained
old sow. The perverse creature had obstinately resisted our attempts to
bring her with us, but finding herself deserted, had followed of her own
accord, testifying in the most unmistakable manner, by angry grunts and
squeals, her entire disapproval of our proceedings.
I soon found we must, as before, turn down to the sea beach, for not
only did the rank grass impede our progress, but it also tempted the
animals to break away from us, and, but for our watchful dogs, we might
have lost several of them.
On the firm open sands we were making good way, when, to my annoyance,
both our dogs suddenly left us, and springing into the thick cover to
our right, commenced a furious barking, following by howling as if in
fear and violent pain.
Not for a moment doubting that some dangerous animal was at hand, I
hastened to the spot, remarking as I went the characteristic behavior of
my three sons.
Fritz cocked his gun and advanced boldly, but with caution.
Ernest looked disconcerted, and drew back, but got ready to fire.
While Jack hurried after Fritz without so much as unslinging his gun
from his shoulders.
Before I could come up with them, I heard Jack shouting excitedly,
"Father! father! come quickly! a huge porcupine! a most enormous
porcupine!"
Sure enough, the dogs were rushing round and round a porcupine, and
having attempted to seize it, were already severely wounded by its
quills. Each time they came near, the creature, with a rattling noise,
bristled up its spines.
Somewhat to my amusement, while we were looking at the curious defence
this creature was making, little Jack stepped close up to it, with a
pocket pistol in his hand, and shot it dead, making sure of it by a
couple of heavy raps on the head, and then giving way to a burst of
boyish exultation, he called upon us to help to convey his prize to his
mother. This it was by no means easy to do. Sundry attempts resulted in
bloody fingers, till Jack, taking his pocket handkerchief, and fastening
one corner round its neck, ran off, dragging it after him to where his
mother awaited us.
"Hullo, mother! here's a jolly beast, isn't it? I shot it, and it's good
to eat! Father says so! I only wish you had seen how it terrified the
dogs, and heard the rattling and rustling of its spines. Oh, it is a
fearful creature!"
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