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
"Thus chatting, we at length approached my pretty wood. Numbers of birds
fluttered and sang among the high branches, but I did not encourage the
boys in their wish to try to shoot any of the happy little creatures. We
were lost in admiration of the trees of this grove, and I cannot
describe to you how wonderful they are, nor can you form the least idea
of their enormous size without seeing them yourself. What we had been
calling a wood proved to be a group of about a dozen trees only, and,
what was strange, the roots sustained the massive trunks exalted in the
air, forming strong arches, and props and stays all around each
individual stem, which was firmly rooted in the center.
"I gave Jack some twine, and scrambling up one of the curious open-air
roots, he succeeded in measuring round the trunk itself, and made it out
to be about eighteen yards. I saw no sort of fruit, but the foliage is
thick and abundant, throwing delicious shade on the ground beneath,
which is carpeted with soft green herbage, and entirely free from
thorns, briars, or bushes of any kind. It is the most charming resting
place that ever was seen, and I and the boys enjoyed our mid-day meal
immensely in this glorious palace of the woods, so grateful to our
senses after the glare and heat of our journey thither. The dogs joined
us after a while. They had lingered behind on the seashore, and I was
surprised to see them lie down and go comfortably to sleep without
begging for food, as they do usually when we eat.
"The longer we remained in this enchanting place, the more did it charm
my fancy; and if we could but manage to live in some sort of dwelling up
among the branches of those grand, noble trees, I should feel perfectly
safe and happy. It seemed to me absurd to suppose we should ever find
another place half so lovely, so I determined to search no further, but
return to the beach and see if anything from the wreck had been cast up
by the waves, which we could carry away with us.
"Before starting, Jack persuaded me to sit quietly a little longer, and
finish making his belt and the spike-collars for the dogs, for you must
know that the child had actually been carrying the board on which these
were stretched all this time, so that they should get the full benefit
of the sun. As they were now quite dry, I completed them easily, and
Jack girded on the belt with great pride, placing his pistols in it,
and marching about in the most self-important style, while Ernest fitted
the collars on the two dogs.
"On reaching the shore, we found it strewed with many articles,
doubtless of value, but all too heavy for us to lift. We rolled some
casks, however, beyond high-water mark, and dragged a chest or two also
higher on the beach; and, while doing so, observed that our dogs were
busy among the rocks. They were carefully watching the crevices and
pools, and every now and then would pounce downward and seize something
which they swallowed with apparent relish.
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