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
Many had the gourds and cocoanut shells lumbering and clattering about
with them, their paws having been caught when they sought to obtain the
rice or fruit we had put for bait.
Most ridiculous of all was the condition of one old fellow, who had
found a calabash containing palm wine, and, eagerly drinking it, was
immediately fitted with a mask, for the shell stuck to his forehead and
whiskers, of course covering his eyes; and he blundered about, cutting
the wildest capers in his efforts to get rid of the encumbrance.
Numbers took to flight; but, as we had spread birdlime on several of the
trees around, many apes found themselves fixed to, or hanging from the
branches, where they remained in woeful durance, struggling and
shrieking horribly.
The panic being now general, I loosed the three dogs, whose impatience
had been almost uncontrollable, and who now rushed to the attack of the
unfortunate monkeys, as though burning with zeal to execute justice upon
desperate criminals.
The place soon had the appearance of a ghastly battlefield; for we were
obliged to do our part with the clubs and sticks, till the din of
howling, yelling, barking, in every conceivable tone of rage and pain,
gave place to an awful silence, and we looked with a shudder on the
shocking spectacle around us.
At least forty apes lay mangled and dead, and the boys began to be quite
sad and down-hearted, till I, fully sharing their feelings, hastened to
turn their thoughts to active employment in removing and burying the
slain, burning the stakes, cordage, bowls, everything concerned in the
execution of our deadly stratagem.
After that we betook ourselves to the task of restoring order to our
dismantled cottage; and seeking for the scattered flock of sheep, goats,
and poultry, we gradually collected them, hoping to settle them once
more peacefully in their yards and sheds.
While thus engaged, we repeatedly heard a sound as of something heavy
falling from a tree. On going to look, we found three splendid birds,
caught on some of the limed sticks we had placed loose in the branches.
Two of these proved to be a variety of the blue Molucca pigeon; the
third I assumed to be the Nicobar pigeon, having met with descriptions
of its resplendent green, bronze, and steely blue plumage; and I was
pleased to think of domesticating them, and establishing them at first
tenants of a suitable dwelling near the cave.
"First tenants, father!" said Fritz; "do you expect to catch more like
these?"
"Not exactly catch them; I mean to practice a secret art. Much can be
done by magic, Fritz!"
Further explanation I declined to give.
In a few days Woodlands was once more set in order, and everything
settled and comfortable, so that we returned without further adventure
to Falconhurst, where we were joyfully welcomed.
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