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
Dinner was quickly dispatched, as we were all eager to continue our
engineering work. A scheme had occurred to me for conveying one end of a
plank across the water, and I set about it in this way. There
fortunately were one or two trees close to the stream on either side. I
attached a rope pretty near one end of a beam, and slung it loosely to
the tree beside us; then, fastening a long rope to the other end, I
crossed with it by means of broken rocks and stones, and having a pulley
and block, I soon arranged the rope on a strong limb of the opposite
tree, again returning with the end to our own side.
Now putting my idea to the proof, I brought the ass and the cow, and
fastening this rope to the harness I had previously contrived for them,
I drove them steadily away from the bank. To my great satisfaction, and
the surprise and delight of the boys, the end of the plank which had
been laid alongside the stream began gently to move, rose higher,
turned, and soon projecting over the water, continued to advance, until,
having described the segment of a circle, it reached the opposite bank;
I stopped my team, the plank rested on the ground, the bridge was made!
So at least thought Fritz and Jack, who in a moment were lightly running
across the narrow way, shouting joyfully as they sprang to the other
side.
Our work was now comparatively easy. A second and third plank were laid
beside the first; and when these were carefully secured at each end to
the ground and to the trees, we very quickly laid short boards side by
side across the beams, the boys nailing them lightly down as I sawed
them in lengths; and when this was done, our bridge was pronounced
complete. Nothing could exceed the excitement of the children. They
danced to and fro on the wonderful structure, singing, shouting, and
cutting the wildest capers. I must confess I heartily sympathized with
their triumphant feelings.
Now that the work was done, we began to feel how much we were fatigued,
and gladly returned to our tent for refreshment and repose.
Next morning, while we breakfasted, I made a little speech to my sons on
the subject of the important move we were about to make, wishing to
impress them with a sense of the absolute necessity of great caution.
"Remember," said I, "that, although you all begin to feel very much at
your ease here, we are yet complete strangers to a variety of dangers
which may surprise us unawares. I charge you, therefore, to maintain
good order, and keep together on the march. No darting off into by-ways,
Jack. No lingering behind to philosophize, Ernest. And now all hands to
work."
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