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
Having remarked a great deal of driftwood on the sands the preceding
evening, it occurred to me that it would be well to get some of it, and
make a kind of sledge, so that the labor of fetching what we wanted from
our stores at Tentholm might not fall so heavily on ourselves.
I awoke early, and roused Ernest as my assistant, wishing to encourage
him to overcome his natural fault of indolence. After a little
stretching and yawning, he got up cheerfully, pleased with the idea of
an expedition while the others still slept, and we made our way to the
beach, taking with us the donkey, who drew a large broad bough, which I
expected to find useful in bringing back our load.
As we went along, I remarked to Ernest that I supposed he was rather
sorry for himself, and grudged leaving his cozy hammock and pleasant
dreams at this untimely hour.
"Oh, father, do not laugh at my laziness! Indeed, I mean to cure myself
of it. I am very glad to go with you. I intended to shoot some more of
the ortolans this morning, but there will be plenty of time afterward.
The boys will be shooting at them, I daresay, but I don't expect they
will have any great luck."
"Why not, pray?" inquired I.
"I don't believe they will know what shot to use at first, and, besides,
they will most likely shoot upward at the birds and be sure to miss
them, on account of the great height and thickness of the branches and
foliage."
"Well, Ernest, you certainly possess the gifts of prudence and
reflection, as well as observation. These are valuable; but sudden
action is so often necessary in life, that I advise you to cultivate the
power of instantly perceiving and deciding what must be done in cases of
emergency. Presence of mind is a precious quality, which, although
natural in some characters, may be acquired in a certain degree by all
who train themselves to it."
Once on the seashore, our work was quickly accomplished, for, selecting
the wood I thought fit for my purpose, we laid it across the broad,
leafy branch, and, with some help from us, the donkey dragged a very
fair load of it homeward, with the addition of a small chest, which I
raised from among the sand, which nearly covered it.
We heard the boys popping away at the birds as we drew near. They
hastened to meet us, and inquired where we had been, looking curiously
at the chest, which I allowed them to open, while I asked my wife to
excuse our "absence without leave," and after submitting to her gentle
reprimand, I explained my plan for a sledge, which pleased her greatly,
and she already imagined it loaded with her hogshead of butter, and on
its way from Tentholm to Falconhurst.
The chest proved to be merely that of a common sailor, containing his
clothes, very much wetted by the sea water.
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