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
When the children heard of the proposed move their joy was boundless;
they began at once to talk of it as our "journey to the Promised Land,"
and only regretted that time must be "wasted," as they said, in
bridge-building before it could be undertaken.
Everyone being impatient for breakfast that work might be begun at once,
the cow and goats were milked, and, having enjoyed a comfortable meal of
biscuit boiled in milk, I prepared to start for the wreck, in order to
obtain planks for the proposed bridge. Ernest, as well as Fritz,
accompanied me, and we were soon within the influence of the current,
and were carried swiftly out to sea. Fritz was steering, and we had no
sooner passed beyond the islet at the entrance of the bay, so as to come
in sight of its seaward beach, than we were astonished to see a
countless multitude of sea birds, gulls, and others, which rose like a
cloud into the air, disturbed by our approach, and deafened us by their
wild and screaming cries. Fritz caught up his gun, and would have sent a
shot among them had I permitted it. I was very curious to find out what
could be the great attraction for all this swarm of feathered fowl; and,
availing myself of a fresh breeze from the sea, I set the sail and
directed our course toward the island.
The swelling sail and flying pennant charmed Ernest, while Fritz bent
his keen eyes eagerly toward the sandy shore, where the flocks of birds
were again settling.
Presently he shouted: "Aha! now I see what they are after! They have a
huge monster of a fish there, and a proper feast they are making! Let's
have a nearer look at it, father!"
We could not take our boat very close in, but we managed to effect a
landing at a short distance from the festive scene; and, securing the
raft by casting a rope round a large stone, we cautiously drew near the
object of interest. It proved to be a monstrous fish on whose flesh
these multitudes of birds were ravenously feeding; and it was
extraordinary to watch the ferocity, the envy, the gluttony, and all
manner of evil passions, exhibited among the guests at this banquet.
"There was nothing on this sandy beach when we passed yesterday, I am
certain, father," said Fritz. "It seems strange to see this creature
stranded here."
"Why, Fritz!" cried Ernest, "it must be the shark! your shark, you know!
I believe I can see where you hit him in the head."
"You are right, I do believe, Ernest," said I, "though I think your
imagination only can distinguish the gunshot wounds among all the
pecking and tearing of the voracious birds there. Just look, boys, at
those terrific jaws, beneath the strangely projecting snout. See the
rows upon rows of murderous teeth, and thank God we were delivered from
them! Let us try if we can induce these greedy birds to spare us a bit
of the shark's skin; it is extremely rough, and when dry may be used
like a file."
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