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
"Ah, you must not expect real loaves," said I. "But on these flat iron
plates I can bake flat cakes or scones, which will be excellent bread; I
mean to try at once what I can do with Ernest's roots. And first of all,
I want you to make a nice strong canvas bag."
This the mother willingly undertook to do, but she evidently had not
much faith in my powers as a baker, and I saw her set on a good potful
of potatoes before beginning to work, as though to make sure of a meal
without depending on my bread.
Spreading a piece of sailcloth on the ground, I summoned my boys to set
to work. Each took a grater and a supply of well-washed manioc root, and
when all were seated round the cloth--"Once, twice, thrice! Off!" cried
I, beginning to rub a root as hard as I could against the rough surface
of my grater. My example was instantly followed by the whole party, amid
bursts of merriment, as each remarked the funny attitude and odd
gestures of his neighbors while vehemently rubbing, rasping, grating,
and grinding down the roots allotted to him. No one was tempted by the
look of the flour to stop and taste it, for in truth it looked much like
wet sawdust.
"Cassava bread is highly esteemed in many parts of the New World, and I
have heard that some Europeans there prefer it to the wheaten bread of
their own country. There are various species of manioc. One sort grows
quickly, and its roots ripen in a very short time. Another kind is of
somewhat slower growth. The roots of the third kind do not come to
maturity for two years. The two first are poisonous, if eaten raw, yet
they are preferred to the third, which is harmless, because they are so
much more fruitful, and the flour produced is excellent, if the
scrapings are carefully pressed."
"What is the good of pressing them, father?" inquired Ernest.
"It is in order to express the sap, which contains poison. The dry pith
is wholesome and nourishing. Still, I do not mean to taste my cakes,
until I have tried the effect on our fowls and the ape."
By this time our supply of roots being reduced to damp powder, the
canvas bag was filled with it, and tying it tightly up, I attempted to
squeeze it, but soon found that mechanical aid was necessary in order to
express the moisture. My arrangements for this purpose were as follows:
A strong, straight beam was made flat on one side, smooth planks were
laid across two of the lower roots of our tree; on these we placed the
sack, above the sack another plank, and over that the long beam; one end
was passed under a root near the sack, the other projected far forward.
And to that we attached all the heaviest weights we could think of, such
as an anvil, iron bars, and masses of lead. The consequent pressure on
the bag was enormous, and the sap flowed from it to the ground.
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