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 were all delighted with the delicacy, and thanked the mother for it
most heartily, the boys declaring that they must at once go off again to
the island to collect as many of the leaves as they could find. I agreed
to accompany them, for I wished to examine the plantations we had made
there.
All were flourishing, the palms and mangroves had shot up in a most
marvelous manner, and many of the seeds which I had cast at random among
the cliffs in the rocks had germinated, and promised to clothe the
nakedness of the frowning bowlders.
Away up among the rocks, too, we discovered a bright sparkling spring of
delicious water, at which, from the footprints around, we saw that the
antelopes must have refreshed themselves.
Finding everything so satisfactory, we were naturally anxious to
discover how our colony and plantations on Whale Island had fared. It
was evident at a glance that the rabbits had increased; the young and
tender shoots of the trees bore the marks of many greedy, mischievous
little teeth. The cocoanut palms alone had they spared.
Such depredations as these could not be allowed, and with the help of
the boys I erected round each stem a hedge of prickly thorn, and then
prepared again to embark; before we did so, however, I noticed that some
of the seaweed had also been gnawed by the rabbits, and wondering what
it could have been to tempt them, I collected some of it to examine more
fully at home.
The skeleton of the whale, too, attracted our attention, for, picked
clean by the birds and bleached by the sun and rain, the bones had been
purified to a most perfect whiteness. Thinking that the joints of the
vertebrae might be made of use, I separated some ten or twelve, and
rolled them down to the boat, and then returned to the shore, towing
them after us.
A scheme now occupied my mind for the construction of a crushing
machine, which would prove of the greatest service to us. I knew that to
make such a machine of stone was far beyond my power, but it had struck
me that the vertebrae of the whale might serve my purpose.
I determined next morning to look out a tree from which I might cut the
blocks of wood that I should require to raise my crushers.
My expedition was destined to be a solitary one, for when I went to the
stables for a horse, I discovered that the boys had gone off by
themselves with their guns and traps, and had left to me a choice
between the bull and buffalo.
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