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
His brother was soon by his side, and with a hammer and nails secured
the ladder yet more securely. I followed with an ax, and took a survey
of the tree. It was admirably suited to our purpose; the branches were
very strong and so closely interwoven that no beams would be required to
form a flooring, but when some of the boughs were lopped and cleared
away, a few planks would be quite sufficient.
I now called for a pulley, which my wife fastened to the cord hanging
beside the ladder. I hauled it up, and finding the boys rather in my
way, told them to go down, while I proceeded to fasten the pulley to a
stout branch above me, that we might be able to haul up the beams we
should require the next day. I then made other preparations, that there
might be no delay on the morrow, and a bright moon having arisen, I by
its light continued working until I was quite worn out, and then at
length descended. I reached the ground, but to my surprise found that
the two boys were not there. They had not been seen. A moment afterward,
however, all anxiety was dispelled, for among the topmost boughs I heard
their young voices raised in the evening hymn. Instead of descending,
they had, while I was busy, climbed upward, and had been sitting in
silent admiration of the moonlight scene, high above me. They now joined
us, and my wife showed me the results of her labor. She had made two
complete sets of harness. I congratulated her upon her success, and we
then sat down to supper. On a cloth spread out upon the grass were
arranged a roast shoulder of porcupine, a delicious bowl of soup made
from a piece of the same animal, cheese, butter, and biscuits, forming a
most tempting repast. Having done this ample justice, we collected our
cattle, and the pigeons and fowls having retired to roost on the
neighboring trees, and on the steps of our ladder, we made up a glorious
fire to keep off any prowling wild beasts, and ourselves lay down. The
children, in spite of the novelty of the hammocks, were quickly asleep.
In vain I tried to follow their example; a thousand anxious thoughts
presented themselves, and as quickly as I dispelled them others rose in
their place. The night wore on, and I was still awake; the fire burned
low, and I rose and replenished it with dry fuel. Then again I climbed
into my hammock, and toward morning fell asleep.
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