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
"Stop, father," he replied, "you interrupt me too soon; we thought of
that possibility too, and provided against it. We stretched a long line
right across the defile and strung on it feathers and rags and all sorts
of other things, which danced and fluttered in the wind and looked so
strange that I am perfectly certain that the herd will never attempt to
pass it; in fact, Levaillant, from whom I learned the trick, says, in
his 'Voyage au Cap de Bonne Espérance,' that the Hottentots make use of
the method for penning in the antelopes they have caught in the chase."
"Well done," said I, "I am glad to see that you remember what you have
read. The antelopes are welcome to New Switzerland, but, my boy," I
added, "I cannot say the same for the rabbits you have there; they
increase so rapidly that if you establish a colony of the little
wretches your next difficulty will be to get rid of them."
"True," he replied, "but my idea was to place them upon Whale Island,
where they would find abundant food, and at the same time in no way
trouble us. May I not establish a warren there? It would be so useful.
Do you know, my eagle caught these pretty little fellows for me? I saw a
number of them running about and so unhooded him, and in a few minutes
he brought me three--one dead, with whose body I rewarded him, and these
two here, unhurt."
"Now, father," said Jack, interrupting him, "do listen to me and hear my
story, or else Fritz will begin upon my adventures and tire you out with
his rigmarole descriptions."
"Certainly, Jack," I said, "I am quite ready to listen to you. First and
foremost, how did you bring down those beautiful little animals you have
there?"
"Oh, we galloped them down. The dogs sniffed about in the grass while
Fritz was away after the rabbits, out popped those little fawns, and
away they went bounding and skipping, at the rate of thirty miles an
hour, with Storm, Grumble, and the dogs at their heels. In about a
quarter of an hour we had left the dogs behind and were close upon our
prey. Down went the little creatures in the grass, and, overcome with
terror and fatigue, were at our mercy. So we shouted to Fritz, and----"
"My dear boy," said I, "according to your statement, Fritz must have
been seven miles and a half off."
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