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
"I passed the night in my cajack; and next morning, after a frugal meal
of pemmican, and a draught of water from my flask, once more ventured
forth. The wind had subsided, and the sea was tolerably smooth; and,
keeping my eyes busily employed in seeking in every direction to detect,
if possible, the slightest trace of smoke, or other sign of human life,
I paddled on till noon.
"The aspect of the coast now began to change: the shores were sandy,
while further inland lay dense forests, from whose gloomy depths I could
ever and anon hear the fierce roar of beasts of prey, the yell of apes,
the fiendish laugh of the hyena, or the despairing death cry of a
hapless deer. Seldom have I experienced a greater feeling of solitude
than while listening to these strange sounds, and knowing that I, in
this frail canoe, was the only human being near. Giving myself up to
contemplation, I rested my paddle, and allowed my cajack to drift slowly
on.
"As I neared the shore, I noticed a large number of stranger looking
birds, who would sometimes flutter round me, and then dart back again to
the border of the forest, where they were feeding on what appeared to be
the pepper plant; they seized the berries in their great, ponderous
beaks, threw them up into the air, and then dexterously caught them in
their fall. Their beaks were really something extraordinary: they looked
as though they must give their owners a perpetual headache, from their
immense weight. The only thing that relieved the extreme ugliness of
these great appendages was their gorgeous color, which was only rivaled
by the gay hue of the plumage. I wish now that I had brought home a
specimen; but at the time I was so much amused by watching the grotesque
antics of the birds that I did not think of obtaining one. When I left
the spot, I settled in my own mind that they were toucans: was I right,
Ernest?"
The Professor, unwilling to interrupt the narrative, merely gave an
oracular nod, and Fritz continued:
"For some hours after this I paddled quickly on, sometimes passing the
mouth of a stream, sometimes that of a broad river. Had I been merely on
an exploring expedition, I should have been tempted, doubtless, to
cruise a little way up one of these pathways into the forest; but now
such an idea did not enter my head. On, on, on, I felt I must go, until
I should reach the goal of my voyage.
"The shades of night at length drew on, and, finding a sheltered cove, I
moored my cajack, and stepped on shore. You may imagine how pleasant it
was to stretch my legs, after sitting for so long in the cramped
position which my cajack enforces. It would not do, however, to sleep on
shore; so after preparing and enjoying my supper, I returned on board,
and there spent the night.
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