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
"Yes," said I, "we have not yet joined in morning prayer. We are only
too ready, amid the cares and pleasures of this life, to forget the God
to whom we owe all things." Then having commended ourselves to his
protecting care, I took leave of my wife and children, and bidding them
not wander far from the boat and tent, we parted not without some
anxiety on either side, for we knew not what might assail us in this
unknown region.
We now found that the banks of the stream were on both sides so rocky
that we could get down to the water by only one narrow passage, and
there was no corresponding path on the other side. I was glad to see
this, however, for I now knew that my wife and children were on a
comparatively inaccessible spot, the other side of the tent being
protected by steep and precipitous cliffs. Fritz and I pursued our way
up the stream until we reached a point where the waters fell from a
considerable height in a cascade, and where several large rocks lay half
covered by the water; by means of these we succeeded in crossing the
stream in safety. We thus had the sea on our left, and a long line of
rocky heights, here and there adorned with clumps of trees, stretching
away inland to the right. We had forced our way scarcely fifty yards
through the long rank grass, which was here partly withered by the sun
and much tangled, when we heard behind us a rustling, and on looking
round saw the grass waving to and fro, as if some animal were passing
through it. Fritz instantly turned and brought his gun to his shoulder,
ready to fire the moment the beast should appear. I was much pleased
with my son's coolness and presence of mind, for it showed me that I
might thoroughly rely upon him on any future occasion when real danger
might occur; this time, however, no savage beast rushed out, but our
trusty dog Turk, whom in our anxiety at parting we had forgotten, and
who had been sent after us, doubtless, by my thoughtful wife.
From this little incident, however, we saw how dangerous was our
position, and how difficult escape would be should any fierce beast
steal upon us unawares: we therefore hastened to make our way to the
open seashore. Here the scene which presented itself was indeed
delightful. A background of hills, the green waving grass, the pleasant
groups of trees stretching here and there to the very water's edge,
formed a lovely prospect. On the smooth sand we searched carefully for
any trace of our hapless companions, but not the mark of a footstep
could we find.
"Shall I fire a shot or two?" said Fritz; "that would bring our
companions, if they are within hearing."
"It would indeed," I replied, "or any savages that may be here. No, no;
let us search diligently, but as quietly as possible."
"But, why, father, should we trouble ourselves about them at all? They
left us to shift for ourselves, and I for one don't care to set eyes on
them again."
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