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 boys took it as a matter of course that we were to cut out hams and
flitches; and we therefore did so, though I warned them that they need
not expect much pleasure in eating bacon from a tough old African boar
like this. We conveyed the mighty hams to the beach, each on a sledge of
plaited boughs and twigs, and drawn by one of the dogs. The monstrous
head traveled in the same way, and we collected a large number of
truffles before quitting the forest.
As soon as the dogs were released, they rushed back to the scene of
operations in the wood, comprehending that they were now free to feast
on what remained there.
There was so much to be done in consequence of this affair that Fritz,
who had hoped to set out on his solitary expedition that day, deferred
it until the next; and was, therefore, fortunately with us, when late in
the evening we desisted from our labors, and, having supped, were
preparing to retire to rest.
All at once a deep, fearful sound echoed through the neighboring woods.
It made our blood curdle in our veins. We listened with straining ears,
hoping it would not be repeated. With a shudder we heard the dread
voice roar again, yet nearer to us, and an answer peal from the
distance.
"We must find out who are the performers in this concert!" exclaimed
Fritz, springing to his feet and snatching up his rifle. "Make the fire
blaze; get on board the yacht, and have all the guns in readiness. I am
off to reconnoiter in the canoe."
We mechanically obeyed his rapid orders, while the bold youth
disappeared in the darkness; and, after heaping fuel on the fire, we
went on board and armed ourselves with cutlasses, besides loading all
the guns, waiting in readiness either to land again or to quit the
coast.
We presently saw the whole pack of our dogs, as well as Coco, the
jackal, and the little ape, Mercury (who had been tempted by the
truffles to stay with them in the woods), come galloping at full speed
up to the fire.
Mercury was evidently excessively discomposed at finding us gone; he
gnashed his teeth, and chattered, as though in fear, looking hopelessly
at the water, through which he could not venture.
The dogs planted themselves by the fire, gazing fixedly landward, with
ears erect, and occasionally uttering a barking challenge, or a
suppressed howl.
Meantime, the horrid roarings approached nearer, and I concluded that a
couple of leopards or panthers had been attracted by the scent of the
boar's carcass.
But not long after I had expressed this opinion, we beheld a large,
powerful animal spring from the underwood, and, with a bound, and
muttered roar, approach the fire. In a moment I recognized the
unmistakable outlines of the form of a lion, though in size he far
surpassed any I had ever seen exhibited in Europe.
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