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
The coast being quite strange to us, I knew not what wild beasts might
frequent it; but, though I did not fear that any would approach us by
swimming, yet I was glad to have with us our lively little ape, Mercury
(the successor of our old favorite, Knips, long since gathered to his
fathers), for he occupied at night a cozy berth on deck, and was certain
to give vociferous notice should anything alarming occur.
Fritz moored the cajack alongside, and came on board. The night passed
in peace, although for a time we were disturbed by the yelping of
jackals, with whom Coco persisted in keeping up a noisy conversation.
We awoke at daybreak, and after breakfasting _a la fourchette_, we
repaired in haste with nets, scrapers, and all other requisites, to the
oyster-beds, where we worked with such diligence and success that in the
course of two days we had an immense pile of shells built up like a
stack on the beach, and left to decay.
I collected a quantity of seaweed to spread over them, which was
afterward burnt to make alkali, when we returned to secure our harvest
of pearls.
Every evening we went out shooting in the neighborhood, and kept
ourselves supplied with game of one sort or another. The last day of our
fishery we started earlier, intending to make a longer excursion into
the woods.
Ernest set off first with Floss; Jack and Coco strolling after them.
Fritz and I were still employed in taking on board the last load of our
tools, when we suddenly heard a shot, a loud cry of pain or fear, and
then another shot.
At the first alarm, the other two dogs rushed away from us toward the
spot, and Fritz, who had just called Pounce from his perch, to accompany
us in the ramble, let him fly, and seizing his rifle darted off in the
same direction.
Before I could reach the scene of action, more shots were heard, and
then a shout of victory; after which appeared through the stems of the
trees the disconsolate figure of Jack, hobbling along like a cripple,
supported on each side by his brothers.
When they came near me they stopped; and poor Jack moaning and groaning,
began to feel himself all over, as if to search for broken bones, crying
out:
"I'm pounded like a half-crushed pepper-corn!"
On examination I found some severe bruises.
"Who or what has been pommeling the boy?" I exclaimed; "one would think
he had been beaten."
"It was a huge wild boar," said Ernest, "with fierce eyes, monstrous
tusks, and a snout as broad as my hand."
We took Jack down to the yacht, bathed his bruises, gave him a cooling
drink, and he soon fell fast asleep in his berth, where I left him and
returned to the shore.
"Now, Ernest," said I, "enlighten me on the subject of this adventure!
What you and the boar did, is quite a mystery to me."
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