The Swiss Family Robinson; or, Adventures on a Desert IslandWyss, Johann David
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The Swiss Family Robinson; or, Adventures on a Desert Island
Wyss, Johann David
Family life -- Fiction; Islands -- Fiction; Survival -- Fiction
The bull, thus secured, could not move; and while Jack held his head I
drew my knife and pierced the cartilage of his nose, and when the blood
flowed less freely, passed a stout cord through the hole. I felt some
repugnance at thus paining the animal, but it was a case of necessity,
and I could not hesitate. We united the ends of the cord, freed the
animal, set him upon his legs, and, subdued and overawed, he followed us
without resistance. I now turned my attention to the dead buffalo, but
as I could not then skin it, I contented myself with cutting off the
most delicate parts, its tongue, and a couple of steaks, and, packing
them in salt in my wallet, abandoned the rest to the dogs. They fell
upon it greedily, and we retired under the shade to enjoy a meal after
our hard work. The dogs, however, were not to have undisputed possession
of the carcass; vultures, crows, and other birds of prey, with that
marvelous instinct which always leads them to a dead body, quickly
filled the air, and, with discordant cries, swooped down upon the
buffalo. An amusing contest ensued; the dogs again and again drove off
the intruders, and they, as often, returned re-enforced by others who
swarmed to the spot. Jack, with his usual impetuosity, wished to send a
shot in among the robber band, but I prevented him, for I knew that the
bird or two he might kill would be of no use to us, while his shot would
not drive away the rest, even had we wished it. Both we and the dogs
were at length satisfied, and as it was getting late, I determined to
give up for the present the search for the ass, and to return to our
camp. We again made our way through the bamboos, but before we left the
thicket I cut down one of the smallest of the reeds, the largest of
whose joints would form capital little barrels, while those near the
tapering top would serve as molds for our next batch of candles.
The buffalo, with a dog on either side and the rope through his nose,
was following us passively, and we presently induced him to submit to a
package of our goods laid upon his back. We pushed rapidly forward, Jack
eager to display our latest acquisition. As we repassed the rocky bed of
a stream we had crossed in the morning, Juno dashed ahead, and was about
to rush into a cleft between the rocks, when the appearance of a large
jackal suddenly checked her further progress. Both dogs instantly flew
at the animal, and though she fought desperately, quickly overpowered
and throttled her. From the way the beast had shown fight, I concluded
that her young must be close by, probably within the very cleft Juno was
about to enter.
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