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
"I have read of another species," said he, "called the tuft-tailed
porcupine, which must be even more curious looking than this is. It has
short, flat quills, and a scaly tail ending in an extraordinary tuft,
like a bunch of narrow strips of parchment. It cannot be such a
disagreeable enemy to encounter as this fellow."
"Were you not afraid, Jack," asked I, "lest the porcupine should cast
some of his quills like darts at you?"
"Of course not," returned he, "I know well enough that is nothing but a
fable!"
"A fable!" said I; "why, look at your mother! she is drawing five or six
spines out of each of the dogs!"
"Ah, those stuck into them when they so fiercely fell upon it in their
attack. Those are the shortest quills, and seem very slightly fixed in
its skin. The long quills bent aside when Juno pressed against them."
"You are perfectly right, my boy," said I; "there is no truth in the old
idea of shooting out the spines. But now, shall we leave this prickly
booty of yours, or attempt to take it with us?"
"Oh, please, father, let us take it! Why, it is good to eat!"
Smiling at the child's eagerness, and willing to please him, I made a
somewhat awkward bundle of the porcupine, wrapping it in several folds
of cloth, and added it to the donkey's load. We had scarcely started
when the porcupine quills entered the donkey's back, causing it to kick
and plunge. This I soon altered, and our party then resumed the march,
which, with little interruption, was continued steadily, until we came
in sight of our future place of residence.
The wonderful appearance of the enormous trees, and the calm beauty of
the spot altogether, fully came up to the enthusiastic description
which had been given me. And my wife gladly heard me say that, if an
abode could be contrived among the branches, it would be the safest and
most charming home in the world.
We hastily unloaded the ass and cow, securing them, as well as the sheep
and goats, by tying their fore-feet loosely together. The doves and
poultry were set at liberty, and we sat down to rest among the soft
herbage while we laid our plans for the night.
Fritz soon left us, but presently two shots were fired, and he appeared
holding a fine tiger cat by the hind legs, which, with the intensest
delight, he exhibited to each in turn.
"Well done, Fritz!" cried I. "Our cocks and hens would have had an
unfortunate night of it but for this lucky shot of yours. It is to be
hoped he has left no companion near at hand. You must be on the
lookout."
"How curious it seems," remarked Ernest, "that God should create hurtful
animals like this."
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