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
No further adventure befell us, and we arrived in the evening at
Falconhurst, where our welcome was as warm as usual--all we had to tell
listened to with the greatest interest, all we had to show most eagerly
examined, the pretty green parroquet enchanting the boys most
particularly.
An excellent supper was ready for us, and with thankful hearts we
enjoyed it together; then, ascending to our tree-castle, and drawing up
the ladder after us, we betook ourselves to the repose well earned and
greatly needed after this fatiguing day.
The idea of candle-making seemed to have taken the fancy of all the
boys; and next morning they woke, one after the other, with the word
candle on their lips. When they were thoroughly roused they continued to
talk candles; all breakfast-time, candles were the subject of
conversation; and after breakfast they would hear of nothing else but
setting to work at once and making candles.
"So be it," said I; "let us become chandlers."
I spoke confidently, but to tell the truth, I had in my own mind certain
misgivings as to the result of our experiment. In the first place, I
knew that we lacked a very important ingredient--animal fat, which is
necessary to make candles burn for any length of time with brilliancy.
Besides this, I rather doubted how far my memory would recall the
various operations necessary in the manufacture. Of all this, however, I
said nothing; and the boys, under my direction, were soon at work. We
first picked off the berries and threw them into a large shallow iron
vessel placed on the fire. The green, sweet-scented wax was rapidly
melted, rising to the surface of the juice yielded by the berries. This
we skimmed off and placed in a separate pot by the fire, ready for use;
repeating the operation several times, until we had collected sufficient
liquid wax for our purpose. I then took the wicks my wife had prepared,
and dipped them one after the other into the wax, handing them as I did
so to Fritz, who hung them up on a bush to dry. The coating they thus
obtained was not very thick; but, by repeating the operation several
times, they at length assumed very fair proportions, and became real
sturdy candles. Our wax being at an end, we hung these in a cool, shady
place to harden; and that same night we sat up like civilized beings
three whole hours after sunset, and Falconhurst was for the first time
brilliantly illuminated.
We were all delighted with the success of our experiment.
"You are indeed clever," said my wife; "I only wish that with your
ingenuity you would show me how to make butter. Day after day I have the
annoyance of seeing a large supply of good cream go bad under my very
eyes, simply because I have no use to which to put it. Invent a plan,
please do."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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