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
"A few strokes seemed to carry me across the bay, and, securing my
canoe, I leaped upon the rock on which the beacon was blazing, but not a
sign of a human being could I see. I was about to shout, for as the fire
had evidently been recently piled up, I knew the stranger could not be
far off; but, before I could do so, I saw a slight figure passing along
the chain of rocks toward the spot on which I stood. You may all imagine
my sensations.
"I advanced a few paces; and then mastering my emotion as best I could,
I said in English:
"'Welcome, fair stranger! God, in his mercy, has heard your call, and
has sent me to your aid!'
"Miss Montrose came quickly forward----"
"Who? What?" shouted the boys, interrupting the narrative; "who came
forward?" and amid a general hubbub, Ernest, rising and advancing to his
brother, said in his quiet way:
"I did not like to make any remark till you actually let out the secret,
Fritz, but we need no longer pretend not to see through the disguise of
Edward Montrose."
Fritz, though much disconcerted by the discovery of the secret,
recovered his self-possession; and, after bearing with perfect
equanimity the jokes with which his brothers assailed him, joined in
three cheers for their new sister, and when the confusion and laughter
which ensued had subsided, continued his story:
"Miss Montrose grasped my hands warmly, and guessing from my
pronunciation, I am afraid, that I was not in the habit of speaking
English every day of my life, said in French:
"'Long, long, have I waited since the bird returned with your message.
Thank God, you have come at last!'
"Then, with tears of joy and gratitude, she led me to the shore, where
she had built a hut and a safe sleeping-place, like Falconhurst on a
small scale, among the branches of a tree. I was delighted with all she
showed me, for indeed her hut and its fittings evinced no ordinary skill
and ingenuity. Round the walls hung bows, arrows, lances, and
bird-snares; while on her work-table, in boxes and cases, carved
skillfully with a knife, were fish-hooks of mother-of-pearl, needles
made from fish-bones, and bodkins from the beaks of birds, fishing-lines
of all sorts, and knives and other tools. These latter she told me were,
with a chest of wearing apparel, almost the only things washed ashore
after the wreck, when three years ago she was cast alone upon this
desolate coast. I marveled more and more at the wonderful way in which
this girl had surmounted obstacles, the quarter of which would
completely have appalled the generality of her sex. The hut itself was a
marvel of skill; stout posts had been driven into the ground, with cross
pieces of bamboo, to form a framework; the walls had been woven with
reeds, the roof thatched with palm-leaves, and the whole plastered
smoothly with clay, an open space being left in the center of the roof
for a chimney to carry off the smoke of the fire.
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