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
We immediately searched about for what would answer the purpose, and
fortunately got hold of a number of empty flasks and tin canisters,
which we connected two and two together so as to form floats
sufficiently buoyant to support a person in the water, and my wife and
young sons each willingly put one on. I then provided myself with
matches, knives, cord, and other portable articles, trusting that,
should the vessel go to pieces before daylight, we might gain the shore
not wholly destitute.
Fritz, as well as his brothers, now slept soundly. Throughout the night
my wife and I maintained our prayerful watch, dreading at every fresh
sound some fatal change in the position of the wreck.
At length the faint dawn of day appeared, the long, weary night was
over, and with thankful hearts we perceived that the gale had begun to
moderate; blue sky was seen above us, and the lovely hues of sunrise
adorned the eastern horizon.
I aroused the boys, and we assembled on the remaining portion of the
deck, when they, to their surprise, discovered that no one else was on
board.
"Hallo, papa! what has become of everybody? Are the sailors gone? Have
they taken away the boats? Oh, papa! why did they leave us behind? What
can we do by ourselves?"
"My good children," I replied, "we must not despair, although we seem
deserted. See how those on whose skill and good faith we depended have
left us cruelly to our fate in the hour of danger. God will never do so.
He has not forsaken us, and we will trust him still. Only let us bestir
ourselves, and each cheerily do his best. Who has anything to propose?"
"The sea will soon be calm enough for swimming," said Fritz.
"And that would be all very fine for you," exclaimed Ernest, "but think
of mother and the rest of us! Why not build a raft and all get on shore
together?"
"We should find it difficult, I think, to make a raft that would carry
us safe to shore. However, we must contrive something, and first let
each try to procure what will be of most use to us."
Away we all went to see what was to be found, I myself proceeding to
examine, as of great consequence, the supplies of provisions and fresh
water within our reach.
My wife took her youngest son, Franz, to help her to feed the
unfortunate animals on board, who were in a pitiful plight, having been
neglected for several days.
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