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
We sat down to supper, Franz eager to partake of his capybara. Even he
himself made a face at the peculiar flavor of the meat.
"It is the musk which you taste," said I; and I described to them the
various animals in which this strange liquid is found; the musk deer,
musk ox, crocodile, muskrat of India (also called soudeli, which taints
a corked bottle of wine, if it only runs across it), concluding with an
account of the civet, called also civet-cat.
"The civet," said I, "is a handsome black and white animal, and the
perfume obtained from it was formerly considered a valuable medicine; in
the present day it is used chiefly as a scent. This odoriferous
substance is secreted, _i. e._, formed, in a double glandular pouch near
the tail, and the Dutch keep the creature in captivity, so that it shall
afford them a continual supply.
"The method of removing the civet perfume is ingenious. The animal is
very quick and elastic in its movements, and having sharp teeth it is
not pleasant to handle. So it is put into a long, narrow cage in which
it cannot turn round, a horn spoon is then introduced, and the perfume,
a thick, oily stuff something like butter, is coolly scraped from the
pouch, the plundered civet being then released from strait durance,
until the supply is re-formed."
Presently Jack ran for his game bag, producing some fruit which he had
forgotten. Several pale green apples, quite new to us, excited general
attention.
"Why, what are those? Are they good?" I asked.
"I hope so, for we sadly want something to take away the taste of
Franz's beast," said Jack: "but Fritz and I were afraid of eating some
awful poison or other, like the manchineel, so we brought them for the
inspection of the learned master Knips."
I took one and cut it in two, remarking that it contained a circle of
seeds or pips, instead of the stone of the manchineel. At that moment
Knips slyly came behind me, and snatching up one-half, began to munch it
with the liveliest satisfaction, an example which the boys were so eager
to follow that a general scramble ensued, and I had some trouble in
securing a couple of the apples for myself and their mother.
I imagined this to be the cinnamon apple of the Antilles.
Everyone seeming wearied by the fatigues of the day, our mattresses and
pillows were arranged, and the inmates of Woodlands betook themselves to
repose.
With early light we commenced the next day's journey, directing our
course to a point between the sugar-brake and the Gap, where we had once
made a sort of arbor of the branches of trees; as this remained in
pretty good condition, we spread a sailcloth over the top of it,
instead of pitching the tent, and made it very comfortable quarters for
the short time I proposed to stay there.
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