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 buffalo carried all these things, and one or two of the boys
besides. I myself bestrode the ass, and in due time we arrived at a
convenient spot in the forest, near Woodlands, well concealed by thick
bushes and underwood, where we made a little encampment, pitching the
small tent, and tethering the animals. The dogs, too, were tied up, lest
they should roam about and betray our presence.
We found the cottage quite quiet and deserted; and I lost no time in
preparing for the reception of visitors, hoping to be all ready for them
and out of sight before they arrived.
We drove the stakes lightly into the ground, so as to form an irregular
paling round the house, winding string in and out in all directions
between them, thus making a kind of labyrinth, through which it would be
impossible to pass without touching either the stakes or the cords.
Everything was plentifully besmeared with birdlime, and basins of the
mixture were set in all directions, strewn with rice, maize, and other
dainties for bait.
Night came without any interruption to our proceedings; and all being
then accomplished, we retired to rest beneath the shelter of our little
tent.
Very early in the morning we heard a confused noise, such as we knew
betokened the approach of a large number of apes. We armed ourselves
with strong clubs and cudgels, and holding the dogs in leash, made our
way silently behind the thickets, till, ourselves unseen, we could
command a view of all that went on; and strange indeed was the scene
which ensued!
The noise of rustling, cracking, and creaking among the branches, with
horrid cries, and shrieks, and chattering, increased to a degree
sufficient to make us perfectly giddy; and then out from the forest
poured the whole disorderly rabble of monkeys, scrambling, springing,
leaping from the trees, racing and tumbling across the grassy space
toward the house; when, at once attracted by the novelties they saw,
they made for the jars and bowls.
They seemed innumerable; but the confused, rapid way in which they
swarmed hither and thither, made it difficult to judge accurately of
their numbers. They dashed fearlessly through and over the palings in
all directions, some rushing at the eatables, some scrambling on to the
roof, where they commenced tugging at the wooden pegs, with a view to
forcing an entrance.
Gradually, however, as they rambled over the place, all in turn became
besmeared with our birdlime on head, paws, or back or breast. The
wretched predicament of the apes increased every instant.
Some sat down, and with the most ludicrous gestures, tried to clean
themselves. Others were hopelessly entangled in stakes and cordage,
which they trailed about after them, looking the picture of bewildered
despair.
Others, again, endeavored to help one another, and stuck fast together;
the more they pulled, and tugged, and kicked, the worse became their
plight.
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