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
"True, my boy; if you want a more shapely vessel, you must take it in
hand when it is younger. To give it a neck, for instance, you must tie
a bandage round the young gourd while it is still on the tree, and then
all will swell but that part which you have checked."
As I spoke, I filled the gourds with sand, and left them to dry; marking
the spot that we might return for them on our way back.
For three hours or more we pushed forward, keeping a sharp lookout on
either side for any trace of our companions, till we reached a bold
promontory, stretching some way into the sea, from whose rocky summit I
knew that we should obtain a good and comprehensive view of the
surrounding country. With little difficulty we reached the top, but the
most careful survey of the beautiful landscape failed to show us the
slightest sign or trace of human beings. Before us stretched a wide and
lovely bay, fringed with yellow sands, either side extending into the
distance, and almost lost to view in two shadowy promontories; inclosed
by these two arms lay a sheet of rippling water, which reflected in its
depths the glorious sun above. The scene inland was no less beautiful;
and yet Fritz and I both felt a shade of loneliness stealing over us as
we gazed on its utter solitude.
"Cheer up, Fritz, my boy," said I presently. "Remember that we chose a
settler's life long ago, before we left our own dear country; we
certainly did not expect to be so entirely alone--but what matters a few
people, more or less? With God's help, let us endeavor to live here
contentedly, thankful that we were not cast upon some bare and
inhospitable island. But come, the heat here is getting unbearable; let
us find some shady place before we are completely broiled away."
We descended the hill and made for a clump of palm trees, which we saw
at a little distance. To reach this, we had to pass through a dense
thicket of reeds, no pleasant or easy task; for, besides the difficulty
of forcing our way through, I feared at every step that we might tread
on some venomous snake. Sending Turk in advance, I cut one of the reeds,
thinking it would be a more useful weapon against a reptile than my gun.
I had carried it but a little way, when I noticed a thick juice exuding
from one end. I tasted it, and to my delight found it sweet and
pleasant. I at once knew that I was standing amongst sugar-canes.
Wishing Fritz to make the same discovery, I advised him to cut a cane
for his defense; he did so, and as he beat the ground before him, the
reed split, and his hand was covered with the juice. He carefully
touched the cane with the tip of his tongue, then, finding the juice
sweet, he did so again with less hesitation; and a moment afterward
sprang back to me exclaiming:
"Oh, father, sugar-canes! sugar-canes! Taste it. Oh, how delicious, how
delightful! do let us take a lot home to mother," he continued, sucking
eagerly at the cane.
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