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
Accordingly a general rush was made out of the cave, and we saw with
delight that the third stranger also had returned with a lovely bride,
and encouraged by the presence of the first arrivals, they soon made
themselves at home.
In a short time nest-building commenced, and among the materials
collected by the birds, I observed a long gray moss or lichen, and
thought it might very possibly be the same which, in the West Indies, is
gathered from the bark of old trees, where it grows, and hangs in great
tuft-like beards, to be used instead of horse-hair for stuffing
mattresses.
My wife no sooner heard of it than her active brain devised fifty plans
for making it of use. Would we but collect enough, she would clean and
sort it, and there would be no end to the bolsters, pillows, saddles,
and cushions she would stuff with it.
For the discovery of nutmegs we had also to thank the pigeons, and they
were carefully planted in our orchard.
For some time no event of particular note occurred, until at length
Jack, as usual, got into a scrape, causing thereby no little excitement
at home.
He went off early on one of his own particular private expeditions.
He was in the habit of doing this that he might surprise us with some
new acquisition on his return.
This time, however, he came back in most wretched plight, covered with
mud and green slime; a great bundle of Spanish canes was on his back,
muddy and green like himself; he had lost a shoe, and altogether
presented a ludicrous picture of misery, at which we could have laughed
had he not seemed more ready to cry.
"My dear boy! what has happened to you? Where have you been?"
"Only in the swamp behind the powder magazine, father," replied he. "I
went to get reeds for my wicker-work, because I wanted to weave some
baskets and hen-coops, and I saw such beauties a little way off in the
marsh, much finer than those close by the edge, that I tried to get at
them.
"I jumped from one firm spot to another, till at last I slipped and sank
over my ankles; I tried to get on toward the reeds, which were close by,
but in I went deeper and deeper, till I was above the knees in thick
soft mud, and there I stuck!
"I screamed and shouted, but nobody came, and I can tell you I was in a
regular fright.
"At last who should appear but my faithful Fangs! He knew my voice and
came close up to me, right over the swamp, but all the poor beast could
do was to help me to make a row; I wonder you did not hear us! The very
rocks rang, but nothing came of it, so despair drove me to think of an
expedient. I cut down all the reeds I could reach round and round me,
and bound them together into this bundle, which made a firm place on
which to lean, while I worked and kicked about to free my feet and legs,
and after much struggling, I managed to get astride of the reeds.
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