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
Everyone agreed that we must go at once to Tentholm, to make the
proposed pigeon-house in the rock. Several other things there also
requiring our attention, we made arrangements for a prolonged stay.
My plan for the pigeon-house was to hollow out an ample space in the
cliff, facing toward Jackal River, and close to our rocky home, fitting
that up with partitions, perches, and nesting places; while a large
wooden front was fitted on to the opening, with entrance-holes, slides
or shutters, and a broad platform in front, where the birds could rest
and walk about.
When, after the work of a few weeks, we thought it was fit for
habitation, I set the other children to work at some distance from our
cavern, and summoning Fritz:
"Now, my faithful assistant," said I, "it is time to conjure the new
colonists to their settlement here. Yes," I continued, laughing at his
puzzled look, "I mean to play a regular pigeon-dealer's trick. You must
know such gentry are very ingenious, not only in keeping their own
pigeons safe, but in adding to their numbers by attracting those of
other people. All I want is some soft clay, aniseed, and salt, of which
I will compound a mixture which our birds will like very much, and the
smell of which will bring others to share it with them."
"I can easily get you those things, father."
"I shall want some oil of aniseed besides," said I, "to put on the
pigeon-holes, so that the birds' feathers may touch it as they may pass
in and out, and become scented with what will attract the wild pigeons.
This I can obtain by pounding aniseed; therefore, bring me the mortar
and some oil."
When this was strongly impregnated with the aromatic oil from the seeds
(for I did not propose to distill it in regular style), I strained it
through a cloth, pressing it strongly; the result answered my purpose,
and the scent would certainly remain for some days.
All my preparations being completed, the pigeons were installed in their
new residence, and the slides closed. The European birds were by this
time quite friendly with the three beautiful strangers; and when the
other boys came home, and scrambled up the ladder to peep in at a little
pane of glass I had fixed in front, they saw them all contentedly
picking up grain, and pecking at the "magic food," as Fritz called it,
although he did not betray my secret arts to his brothers.
Early on the third morning I aroused Fritz, and directed him to ascend
the rope ladder, and arrange a cord on the sliding door of the dovecot,
by which it could be opened or closed from below. Also he poured fresh
aniseed oil all about the entrance, after which we returned, and awoke
the rest of the family, telling them that if they liked to make haste,
they might see me let the pigeons fly.
Everybody came to the dovecot, understanding that some ceremony was to
attend the event, and I waved a wand with mock solemnity, while I
muttered a seeming incantation, and then gave Fritz a sign to draw up
the sliding panel.
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