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
"What a handsome bird!" exclaimed they. "Is it much hurt? Let us tame it
and let it run about with the fowls."
"Its plumage is much more brilliant than that of the dead one," remarked
Fritz.
"Yes," said Ernest, "this is a full grown bird, while yours is younger;
it is some years before they reach perfection. See what long active legs
it has, like those of a stork, while with its great webbed feet it can
swim faster than a goose. Earth, air, or water is all the same to the
flamingo; it is equally at home in any one of the three."
"Well," said Fritz, "let us take the dead one to mother and get her to
introduce it to the other element, and see what it will make of that; if
it is young and tender, as you say, it should make a delicious roast."
Fritz and Ernest then carried the birds and bamboos to the tree, while I
proceeded to cut my reeds. I chose those which had flowered, knowing
that they were harder, and having cut a sufficient quantity of these, I
selected one or two of the tallest canes I could find to assist me in
measuring the height of the tree. I then bound them together and
returned to my family.
"Do you mean to keep this great hungry bird Fritz has brought?" said my
wife, "it is another mouth to feed, remember, and provisions are still
scarce."
"Luckily," I replied, "the flamingo will not eat grain like our poultry,
but will be quite satisfied with insects, fish, and little crabs, which
it will pick up for itself. Pray reassure yourself, therefore, and let
me see to the poor bird's wound."
So saying, I procured some wine and butter and anointed the wing, which
though hurt was not broken. I bound it up, and then took the bird to the
stream, where I fastened it by a long cord to a stake and left it to
shift for itself. In a few days the wound was healed, and the bird,
subdued by kind treatment, became rapidly tame.
While I was thus employed my sons were endeavoring to ascertain the
height of the lowest branch of the tree from the ground. They had
fastened together the long reeds I had brought, and were trying to
measure the distance with them, but in vain; they soon found that were
the rods ten times their length they could not touch the branch.
"Hullo, my boys," I said, when I discovered what they were about, "that
is not the way to set to work. Geometry will simplify the operation
considerably; with its help the altitude of the highest mountains are
ascertained. We may, therefore, easily find the height of the branch."
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