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
The cocks crowed defiantly, the hens fluttered and cackled in a state of
the wildest excitement. We hastened toward them, but Ernest remarking
Master Knips slipping away, as though conscious of some misdemeanor,
went to watch him, and presently caught him in the act of eating a
new-laid egg, which he had carried off and hidden among the grass and
roots. Ernest found several others. These were very welcome to my wife,
for hitherto the hens had not presented us with any eggs. Hereafter she
determined to imprison the monkey every morning until the eggs had been
collected.
Soon after this, as Jack was setting the newly made snares among the
branches, he discovered that a pair of our own pigeons were building in
the tree. It was very desirable to increase our stock of these pretty
birds, and I cautioned the boys against shooting near our tree while
they had nests there, and also with regard to the snares, which were
meant only to entrap the wild fig-eaters.
Although my sons were interested in setting the snares, they by no
means approved of the new order to economize the ammunition. No doubt
they had been discussing this hardship, for little Franz came to me with
a brilliant proposal of his own.
"Papa," said he, "why should we not begin to plant some powder and shot
immediately? It would be so much more useful than bare grain for the
fowls."
His brothers burst into a roar of laughter, and I must confess I found
it no easy matter to keep my countenance.
"Come, Ernest," said I; "now we have had our amusement, tell the little
fellow what gunpowder really is."
"It is not seed at all, Franz," Ernest explained. "Gunpowder is made of
charcoal, sulphur, and saltpeter, mixed cleverly together; so you see it
cannot be sown like corn, any more than shot can be planted like peas
and beans."
My carpentering meantime went on apace. In order to shape my sledge with
ends properly turned up in front, I had chosen wood which had been part
of the bow of the vessel, and was curved in the necessary way for my
purpose. Two pieces, perfectly similar, formed the sides of my sleigh,
or sledge, and I simply united these strongly by fixing short bars
across them. Then, when the ropes of the donkey's harness were attached
to the raised points in front, the equipage was complete and ready for
use.
My attention had been for some time wholly engrossed by my work, and I
only now observed that the mother and her little boys had been busily
plucking above two dozen of the wild birds, and were preparing to roast
them, spitted in a row on a long, narrow sword blade, belonging to one
of our ship's officers.
It seemed somewhat wasteful to cook so many at once; but my wife
explained that she was getting them ready for the butter-cask I was
going to fetch for her on the new sledge, as I had advised her to
preserve them half-cooked, and packed in butter.
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