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
Fritz and I at once prepared to make a reconnoissance; we armed
ourselves with our guns, pistols, and cutlasses, took a spyglass, seated
ourselves in the cajack, and with a parting entreaty from the mother to
be cautious, paddled out of the bay and round the high cliffs on our
left. For nearly an hour we advanced in the direction from which the
reports of the guns seemed to proceed. Nothing could we see, however,
but the frowning rocks and cliffs, and the waves beating restlessly at
their base. Cape Pug-Nose was reached, and we began to round the bluff
old point. In a moment all our doubts were dispelled, and joy and
gratitude to the Great Giver of all good filled our hearts. There, in
the little sheltered cove beyond the cape, her sails furled, and anchor
dropped, lay a brig of war with the English colors at her mast-head.
With the glass I could discern figures upon the deck, and upon the shore
beyond several tents pitched under the shelter of the trees, and the
smoke of fires rising among them. As I handed the glass to Fritz, I felt
a sudden misgiving. "What," said I to myself, "can this English vessel
be doing thus far from the usual track of ships?" and I called to mind
tales of mutinous crews who have risen against their officers, have
chosen some such sheltered retreat as this; have disguised the vessel,
and then sailed forth to rob and plunder upon the high seas.
Fritz then exclaimed: "I can see the captain, father; he is speaking to
one of the officers, and I can see his face quite well; he is English, I
am certain he is English, and the flag speaks the truth!" and he put the
glass again in my hand that I might see for myself.
Still keeping under the shelter of the cliff, I carefully surveyed the
vessel. There was no doubt that Fritz was right, and my fears were once
more dispelled; all was neatness and regularity on board: the spotless
decks, the burnished steel and brass, and the air of perfect order which
pervaded both ship and camp, betokened that authority and discipline
there reigned. For some minutes longer we continued our examination of
the scene, and then, satisfied by the appearance of the camp on shore
that there was no chance of the brig quitting the coast for several
days, we resolved to return without betraying our presence, for I was
unwilling to appear before these strangers until we could do so in
better form, and in a manner more in accordance with our actual
resources.
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