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
"Hurrah for the epitaph! Well done, Ernest!" resounded on all sides, and
taking out a large red pencil I used for marking wood, the lines were
forthwith inscribed on a great flat stone, being, as I told the boy, the
very best poetry that had ever been written on our coast.
We then had dinner, and afterward went to work with the serpent.
The first operation was to recover the mangled remains of the ass, which
being effected, he was buried in the soft marshy ground close by, and
the hole filled up with fragments of rock.
Then we yoked Storm and Grumble to the serpent, and dragged it to a
convenient distance from Rockburg, where the process of skinning,
stuffing, and sewing up again afforded occupation of the deepest
interest to the boys for several days.
We took great pains to coil it round a pole in the museum, arranging the
head with the jaws wide open, so as to look as alarming as possible, and
contriving to make eyes and tongue sufficiently well to represent
nature; in fact, our dogs never passed the monster without growling, and
must have wondered at our taste in keeping such a pet.
Over the entrance leading to the museum and library were inscribed these
words:
NO ADMITTANCE FOR ASSES
The double meaning of this sentence pleased us all immensely.
CHAPTER XII
THE CRYSTAL CAVE--BAGGING A BEAR
The greatest danger to which we had yet been exposed was now over, but
there remained much anxiety in my mind lest another serpent might,
unseen by us, have entered the swamp, or might appear, as this had done,
from the country beyond Falconhurst.
I projected then two excursions, the first to make a thorough
examination of the thicket and morass; the next right away to the Gap,
through which alone the arch-enemy could have entered our territory.
On summoning my sons to accompany me to the marsh, I found neither
Ernest nor Jack very eager to do so, the latter vowing he had the cold
shivers each time he thought how his ribs might have been smashed by the
last flap of the snake's tail; but I did not yield to their reluctance,
and we finally set about crossing the marsh by placing planks and wicker
hurdles on the ground, and changing their places as we advanced.
Nothing was discovered beyond tracks in the reeds and the creature's
lair; where the rushes, grass, and bog-plants were beaten down.
Emerging beyond the thicket we found ourselves on firm ground, near the
precipitous wall of rock, and perceived a clear sparkling brook flowing
from an opening, which proved to be a cave or grotto of considerable
size.
The vaulted roof was covered with stalactites, while many formed
stately pillars, which seemed as though supporting the roof. The floor
was strewn with fine snow-white earth, with a smooth soapy feeling,
which I felt convinced was fuller's earth.
"Well, this is a pleasant discovery!" said I. "This is as good as soap
for washing, and will save me the trouble of turning soap-boiler."
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