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
All was now ready, and warning my wife that we might find it necessary
to remain all night on the vessel, we tenderly bade adieu and embarked.
Except our guns and ammunition, we were taking nothing, that we might
leave as much space as possible for the stowage of a large cargo.
Fritz, however, had resolved to bring his little monkey, that he might
obtain milk for it as soon as possible. We had not got far from the
shore, when I perceived that a current from the river set in directly
for the vessel, and though my nautical knowledge was not great, I
succeeded in steering the boat into the favorable stream, which carried
us nearly three-fourths of our passage with little or no trouble to
ourselves; then, by dint of hard pulling, we accomplished the whole
distance, and entering through the breach, gladly made fast our boat and
stepped on board. Our first care was to see to the animals, who greeted
us with joy--lowing, bellowing, and bleating as we approached; not that
the poor beasts were hungry, for they were all still well supplied with
food, but they were apparently pleased by the mere sight of human
beings. Fritz then placed his monkey by one of the goats, and the little
animal immediately sucked the milk with evident relish, chattering and
grinning all the while; the monkey provided for, we refreshed ourselves
with some wine and biscuits. "Now," said I, "we have plenty to do; where
shall we begin?"
"Let us fix a mast and sail to our boat," answered Fritz; "for the
current which brought us out will not take us back, whereas the fresh
breeze we met would help us immensely had we but a sail."
"Capital thought," I replied; "let us set to work at once."
I chose a stout spar to serve as a mast, and having made a hole in a
plank nailed across one of the tubs, we, with the help of a rope and a
couple of blocks, stepped it and secured it with stays. We then
discovered a lug-sail, which had belonged to one of the ship's boats;
this we hoisted, and our craft was ready to sail. Fritz begged me to
decorate the mast head with a red streamer, to give our vessel a more
finished appearance. Smiling at this childish but natural vanity, I
complied with his request. I then contrived a rudder, that I might be
able to steer the boat; for though I knew that an oar would serve the
purpose, it was cumbrous and inconvenient. While I was thus employed,
Fritz examined the shore with his glass, and soon announced that the
flag was flying and all was well.
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