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
Off ran the boys, and in a short time the basket was securely hung
between Storm and Grumble. Fritz and Jack sprang into their saddles, and
Ernest very gingerly deposited himself in the "cradle," as Franz called
it; they set forth at a most sober pace, the animals, who were perfectly
docile, appearing only a little surprised at the new arrangement.
"Oh, it is so pleasant, mother, it is a delightful motion," cried
Ernest, as they passed us; "it swings and rocks really soothingly.
Quicker, Fritz! go quicker!" and the trot pleasing him equally well, the
pace gradually quickened, till the animals were going along at a rate
which shook and jolted the basket about most fearfully. Ernest called
and screamed in vain for a halt. His brothers thought it capital fun to
"shake up" the "professor," and made the circuit of the level ground
near Rockburg, finally pulling up in front of us, like performers
stopping to receive the applause of spectators.
It was impossible to help laughing, the scene was so ridiculous, but
Ernest was very angry with his brothers, his reproaches provoked high
words in reply, and a quarrel was imminent, but I interfered, and showed
them how easily a joke, carried too far, would lead to disputes and bad
feeling, urging them to avoid on all occasions any breach of the
good-fellowship and brotherly love which was the mainstay of our
strength and happiness.
Good humor was soon restored, Ernest himself helped to unharness the
beasts, and got some handfuls of salt and barley to reward their
exertions, saying that they must have some more palanquin-practice
another day.
I was seated with my wife and Fritz beneath the shade of the veranda,
engaged in wicker-work, and chatting pleasantly, when suddenly Fritz got
up, advanced a step or two, gazing fixedly along the avenue which led
from Jackal River, then he exclaimed:
"I see something so strange in the distance, father! What in the world
can it be? first it seems to be drawn in coils on the ground like a
cable, then uprises as it were a little mast, then that sinks, and the
coils move along again. It is coming toward the bridge."
My wife took alarm at this description, and calling the other boys,
retreated into the cave, where I desired them to close up the entrances,
and keep watch with firearms at the upper windows. These were openings
we had made in the rock at some elevation, reached within by steps, and
a kind of gallery which passed along the front of the rooms.
Fritz remained by me while I examined the object through my spyglass.
"It is, as I feared, an enormous serpent!" cried I; "it advances
directly this way, and we shall be placed in the greatest possible
danger, for it will cross the bridge to a certainty."
"May we not attack it, father?" exclaimed the brave boy.
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