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
I sent the boys away to amuse themselves by rummaging out anything they
liked to carry away, and sat down quietly to consider the matter.
As my eyes became used to the dim light which entered the compartment
through a chink or crevice here and there, I perceived how carefully
every part of the pinnace was arranged and marked with numbers, so that
if only I could bestow sufficient time on the work, and contrive space
in which to execute it, I might reasonably hope for success.
"Room! room to work in, boys! that's what we need in the first place!" I
cried, as my sons came to see what plan I had devised, for so great was
their reliance on me that they never doubted the pinnace was to be ours.
"Fetch axes, and let us break down the compartment and clear space all
round."
To work we all went, yet evening drew near, and but little impression
was made on the mass of woodwork around us. We had to acknowledge than
an immense amount of labor and perseverance would be required before we
could call ourselves the owners of the useful and elegant little craft,
which lay within this vast hulk like a fossil shell embedded in a rock.
Preparations for returning to shore were hastily made, and we landed
without much relish for the long walk to Falconhurst, when, to our great
surprise and pleasure, we found the mother and little Franz at Tentholm
awaiting us. She had resolved to take up her quarters there during the
time we should be engaged on the wreck. "In that way you will live
nearer your work, and I shall not quite lose sight of you!" said she,
with a pleasant smile.
"You are a good, sensible, kind wife," I exclaimed, delighted with her
plan, "and we shall work with the greater diligence, that you may return
as soon as possible to your dear Falconhurst."
"Come and see what we have brought you, mother!" cried Fritz; "a good
addition to your stores, is it not?" and he and his brothers exhibited
two small casks of butter, three of flour, corn, rice, and many other
articles welcome to our careful housewife.
Our days were now spent in hard work on board, first cutting and
clearing an open space round the pinnace, and then putting the parts
together. We started early and returned at night, bringing each time a
valuable freight from the old vessel.
At length, with incredible labor, all was completed. The pinnace stood
actually ready to be launched, but imprisoned within massive wooden
walls which defied our strength.
It seemed exactly as though the graceful vessel had awakened from sleep,
and was longing to spring into the free blue sea, and spread her wings
to the breeze. I could not bear to think that our success so far should
be followed by failure and disappointment. Yet no possible means of
setting her free could I conceive, and I was almost in despair, when an
idea occurred to me which, if I could carry it out, would effect her
release without further labor or delay.
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