The Swiss Family Robinson; or, Adventures on a Desert Island — John Shaqi
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
"Really, my boy, that idea is worth having. I am not joking, indeed," I
continued, as I saw him smile; "we may get every one of the animals
ashore in that way."
So saying, I caught a fine sheep, and proceeded to put our plan into
execution. I first fastened a broad piece of linen round its belly, and
to this attached some corks and empty tins; then, with Fritz's help, I
flung the animal into the sea--it sank, but a moment afterward rose and
floated famously.
"Hurrah!" exclaimed Fritz, "we will treat them all like that." We then
rapidly caught the other animals and provided them, one after the other,
with a similar contrivance. The cow and ass gave us more trouble than
did the others, as for them we required something more buoyant than the
mere cork; we at last found some empty casks and fastened two to each
animal by thongs passed under its belly. This done, the whole herd were
ready to start, and we brought the ass to one of the ports to be the
first to be launched. After some maneuvering we got him in a convenient
position, and then a sudden heave sent him plunging into the sea. He
sank, and then, buoyed up by the casks, emerged head and back from the
water. The cow, sheep, and goats followed him one after the other, and
then the sow alone remained. She seemed, however, determined not to
leave the ship; she kicked, struggled, and squealed so violently, that I
really thought we should be obliged to abandon her; at length, after
much trouble, we succeeded in sending her out of the port after the
others, and when once in the water, such was the old lady's energy that
she quickly distanced them, and was the first to reach the shore.
We had fastened to the horns or neck of each animal a cord with a float
attached to the end, and now embarking, we gathered up these floats, set
sail, and steered for shore, drawing our herd after us.
Delighted with the successful accomplishment of our task, we got out
some biscuits and enjoyed a mid-day meal; then, while Fritz amused
himself with his monkey, I took up my glass and tried to make out how
our dear ones on shore were employing themselves. As I was thus engaged,
a sudden shout from Fritz surprised me. I glanced up; there stood Fritz
with his gun to his shoulder, pointing it at a huge shark; the monster
was making for one of the finest sheep; he turned on his side to seize
his prey; as the white of his belly appeared Fritz fired. The shot took
effect, and our enemy disappeared, leaving a trace of blood on the calm
water.
"Well done, my boy," I cried, "you will become a crack shot one of these
days; but I trust you will not often have such dangerous game to shoot."
Fritz's eyes sparkled at his success and my praise, and reloading his
gun carefully watched the water. But the shark did not again appear,
and, borne onward by the breeze, we quickly neared the shore. Steering
the boat to a convenient landing place, I cast off the ropes which
secured the animals, and let them get ashore as best they might.
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