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
Presently we reached the borders of the pretty lake which we had seen
beyond the swamp. The nearer aspect of its calm blue waters greatly
charmed us, and still more so the sight of numbers of black swans,
disporting themselves on the glassy surface, in which their stately
forms and graceful movements were reflected as in a mirror. It was
delightful to watch these splendid birds, old and young swimming
together in the peaceful enjoyment of life, seeking their food, and
pursuing one another playfully in the water.
I could not think of breaking in upon their happy, beautiful existence
by firing among them, but our dog Juno was by no means so considerate;
for all at once I heard a plunge, and saw her drag out of the water a
most peculiar-looking creature, something like a small otter, but not
above twenty-two inches in length, which she would have torn to pieces
had we not hurried up and taken it from her.
This curious little animal was of a soft, dark brown color, the fur
being of a lighter shade under the body; its feet were furnished with
large claws, and also completely webbed, the head small, with deeply set
eyes and ears, and terminating in a broad flat bill like that of a duck.
This singularity seemed to us so droll that we both laughed heartily,
feeling at the same time much puzzled to know what sort of animal it
could possibly be. For want of a better, we gave it the name of the
"Beast with a Bill," and Ernest willingly undertook to carry it, that it
might be stuffed and kept as a curiosity.
After this we returned to the farm, thinking our messengers might soon
arrive, and sure enough, in about a quarter of an hour Fritz and Jack
made their appearance at a brisk trot, and gave a circumstantial account
of their mission.
I was pleased to see that they had fulfilled their orders intelligently,
carrying out my intentions in the spirit and not blindly to the letter.
Next morning we quitted the farm (which we named Woodlands), after
providing amply for the wants of the animals, sheep, goats, and poultry
which we left there.
Shortly afterward, on entering a wood, we found it tenanted by an
enormous number of apes, who instantly assailed us with showers of
fir-cones, uttering hideous and angry cries, and effectually checking
our progress, until we put them to flight by a couple of shots, which
not a little astonished their weak minds.
Fritz picked up some of their missiles, and showing them to me, I
recognized the cone of the stone-pine.
"By all means gather some of these cones, boys," said I, "you will find
the kernel has a pleasant taste, like almonds, and from it we can, by
pressing, obtain an excellent oil. Therefore I should like to carry some
home with us."
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