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
"But the horrible wretch is never going to swallow him all at once,
father?" cried Jack. "That will be too shocking!"
"Snakes have no grinders, but only fangs, therefore they cannot chew
their food, and must swallow it whole. But although the idea is
startling, it is not really more shocking than the rending, tearing, and
shedding of blood which occurs when the lions and tigers seize their
prey."
"But," said Franz, "how can the snake separate the flesh from the bones
without teeth? And is this kind of snake poisonous?"
"No, dear child," said I, "only fearfully strong and ferocious. And it
has no need to tear the flesh from the bones. It swallows them, skin,
hair, and all, and digests everything in its stomach."
"It seems utterly impossible that the broad ribs, the strong legs,
hoofs, and all, should go down that throat," exclaimed Fritz.
"Only see," I replied, "how the monster deals with his victim; closer
and more tightly he curls his crushing folds, the bones give way, he is
kneading him into a shapeless mass. He will soon begin to gorge his
prey, and slowly but surely it will disappear down that distended maw!"
The mother, with little Franz, found the scene all too horrible, and
hastened into the cave, trembling and distressed.
To the rest of us there seemed a fearful fascination in the dreadful
sight, and we could not move from the spot. I expected that the boa,
before swallowing his prey, would cover it with saliva, to aid in the
operation, although it struck me that its very slender forked tongue was
about the worst possible implement for such a purpose.
It was evident to us, however, that this popular idea was erroneous.
The act of lubricating the mass must have taken place during the process
of swallowing; certainly nothing was applied beforehand.
This wonderful performance lasted from seven in the morning until noon.
When the awkward morsel was entirely swallowed, the serpent lay stiff,
distorted, and apparently insensible along the edge of the marsh.
I felt that now or never was the moment for attack!
Calling on my sons to maintain their courage and presence of mind, I
left our retreat with a feeling of joyous emotion quite new to me, and
approached with rapid steps and leveled gun the outstretched form of the
serpent. Fritz followed me closely.
Jack, somewhat timidly, came several paces behind; while Ernest, after a
little hesitation, remained where he was.
The monster's body was stiff and motionless, which made its rolling and
fiery eyes, and the slow, spasmodic undulations of its tail more fearful
by contrast.
We fired together, and both balls entered the skull; the light of the
eye was extinguished, and the only movement was in the further extremity
of the body, which rolled, writhed, coiled, and lashed from side to
side.
Advancing closer, we fired our pistols directly into its head, a
convulsive quiver ran through the mighty frame, and the boa constrictor
lay dead.
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