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
With honest pride I introduced my wife to my bridge, and after receiving
from her what I considered well-merited praise for my skill in its
construction, we passed over it in grand procession, re-enforced
unexpectedly on the opposite side by the arrival of our cross-grained
old sow. The perverse creature had obstinately resisted our attempts to
bring her with us, but finding herself deserted, had followed of her own
accord, testifying in the most unmistakable manner, by angry grunts and
squeals, her entire disapproval of our proceedings.
I soon found we must, as before, turn down to the sea beach, for not
only did the rank grass impede our progress, but it also tempted the
animals to break away from us, and, but for our watchful dogs, we might
have lost several of them.
On the firm open sands we were making good way when, to my annoyance,
both our dogs suddenly left us, and springing into the thick cover to
our right, commenced a furious barking, followed by howling as if in
fear and violent pain.
Not for a moment doubting that some dangerous animal was at hand, I
hastened to the spot, remarking as I went the characteristic behavior of
my three sons.
Fritz cocked his gun and advanced boldly, but with caution.
Ernest looked disconcerted, and drew back, but got ready to fire.
While Jack hurried after Fritz without so much as unslinging his gun
from his shoulders.
Before I could come up with them, I heard Jack shouting excitedly,
"Father! father! come quickly! a huge porcupine! a most enormous
porcupine!"
Sure enough, the dogs were rushing round and round a porcupine, and
having attempted to seize it, were already severely wounded by its
quills. Each time they came near, the creature, with a rattling noise,
bristled up its spines.
Somewhat to my amusement, while we were looking at the curious defense
this creature was making, little Jack stepped close up to it, with a
pocket pistol in his hand, and shot it dead, making sure of it by a
couple of hearty raps on the head, and then giving way to a burst of
boyish exultation, he called upon us to help convey his prize to his
mother. This it was not by any means easy to do. Sundry attempts
resulted in bloody fingers, till Jack, taking his pocket handkerchief
and fastening one corner round its neck, ran off, dragging it after him
to where his mother awaited us.
"Hullo, mother! here's a jolly beast, isn't it? I shot it, and it's good
to eat! Father says so! I only wish you had seen how it terrified the
dogs, and heard the rattling and rustling of its spines. Oh, it is a
fearful creature!"
Ernest, examining it carefully, pronounced its incisor teeth, its ears
and feet, to resemble those of the human race, and pointed out the
curious crest of stiff hairs on its head and neck.
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