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
Presently the boys returned, and we prepared for a most appetizing meal
which the mother set before us.
While we were discussing the roast pig, and washing it down with
fragrant mead, Fritz described the day's expedition.
They had set their traps near Woodlands, and had there captured the
muskrats, attracting them with small carrots, while with other traps,
baited with fish and earthworms, they had caught several beaver rats,
and a duck-billed platypus. Hunting and fishing had occupied the rest of
the day, and it was with immense pride that Jack displayed the kangaroo
which he had run down with his swift courser. Contributions to the
garden had not been forgotten, and Fritz handed over to his mother
several cuttings from cinnamon and sweet-apple trees. Finally, when all
the other treasures had been displayed, Fritz begged me to examine his
thistles which he had gathered, thinking, he said, that it was a plant
used in the manufacture of wool. He was perfectly right, for I
recognized it at once as the "fuller's teazle," a plant whose sharp
little thorns, which cover the stem and leaves, are used to raise the
nap of cloth.
We resolved to be up betimes the following morning, that we might attend
to the preparation of the booty, and as I now noticed that the boys were
all becoming extremely drowsy, I closed the day with evening devotions.
The number of the creatures we killed rendered the removal of their
skins a matter of no little time and trouble. It was not an agreeable
task at any time, and when I saw the array of animals the boys had
brought me to flay, I determined to construct a machine which would
considerably lessen the labor. Among the ship's stores, in the surgeon's
chest, I discovered a large syringe. This, with a few alterations, would
serve my purpose admirably. Within the tube I first fitted a couple of
valves, and then, perforating the stopper, I had in my possession a
powerful air pump.
The boys stared at me in blank amazement when, armed with this
instrument, I took up the kangaroo, and declared myself ready to
commence operations.
"Skin a kangaroo with a squirt?" said they, and a roar of laughter
followed the remark.
I made no reply to the jests which followed, but silently hung the
kangaroo by its hind legs to the branch of a tree. I then made a small
incision in the skin, and inserting the mouth of the syringe forced air
with all my might between the skin and the body of the animal. By
degrees the hide of the kangaroo distended, altering the shape of the
creature entirely.
Still I worked on, forcing in yet more air until it had become a mere
shapeless mass, and I soon found that the skin was almost entirely
separated from the carcass. A bold cut down the belly, and a few touches
here and there where the ligatures still bound the hide to the body, and
the animal was flayed.
"What a splendid plan!" cried the boys; "but why should it do it?"
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