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 young men then ran down to the yacht to bring up what was necessary
for supper, as well as to make preparations for a camp in which we might
spend the night. This done the mother hastened to set before us a
substantial meal, while the boys, anxious to make their new acquaintance
feel at home among them, were doing their best to amuse her. She
herself, after the first feeling of strangeness had worn off, entered
fully into all their fun; and by the time they sat down to supper was
laughing and chattering as gayly as anyone of the rest. She admired the
various dishes, tasted our mead, and, without alluding once to her
previous life, kept up a lively conversation.
The mere fact of meeting with any human being after so many years of
isolation was in itself sufficient to raise the boys to the greatest
state of excitement; but that this being should be one so handsome, so
gay, so perfectly charming, seemed completely to have turned their
heads; and when I gave the sign for breaking up of the feast, and their
new friend was about to be led to the night quarters which had been
prepared for her on board the yacht, the health of Edward Montrose was
proposed, and drank in fragrant mead, amid the cheers and acclamations
of all hands.
When she was gone, and silence had been restored, Jack exclaimed:
"Now, then, Fritz, if you please, just tell me where you came across
this jolly fellow. Did you take your mysterious voyage in search of him,
or did you meet him by chance? Out with your adventures, while we sit
comfortably round the fire."
So saying, Jack cast more wood upon the blazing pile, and throwing
himself down in his usual, careless fashion, prepared to listen
attentively.
Fritz, after a few moments' hesitation, began:
"Perhaps you remember," said he, "how, when I returned from my
expedition in the cajack the other day, I struck down an albatross. None
but my father at the time knew, however, what became of the wounded
bird, or even thought more about it. Yet it was that albatross who
brought me notice of the shipwrecked stranger and he, too, I determined
should carry back a message, to cheer and encourage the sender.
"I first, as you know, prepared my cajack to carry two persons; and
then, with a heart full of hope and trust, left you and the yacht, and,
with Pounce seated before me, made for the open sea. For several hours I
paddled steadily on, till, the wind freshening, I thought it advisable
to keep in nearer shore; that, should a regular storm arise, I might
find some sheltered bay in which to weather it.
"It was well I did so; for, scarcely had I reached a quiet cove which
promised to afford me the protection I desired than the sea appeared one
mass of foam: great surging waves arose; and even in the comparative
calm of the bay I felt that I was in some danger.
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