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
Amused at her promptitude, I could do nothing less than promise to go
for her cask directly after dinner. For her part, she resolved in our
absence to have a grand wash of linen and other clothes, and she advised
me to arrange regular baths for all the boys in future.
Early in the afternoon Ernest and I were ready to be off, equipped as
usual. Fritz presented us each with a neat case of margay skin to hang
at our girdles.
We harnessed both cow and ass to the sledge, and, accompanied by Juno,
cheerfully took our departure, choosing the way by the sands, and
reaching Tentholm without accident or adventure.
There unharnessing the animals, we began at once to load the sledge, not
only with the butter cask, but with a powder chest, a barrel of cheese,
and a variety of other articles--ball, shot, tools, and Turk's armor,
which had been left behind on our last visit.
Our work had so closely engaged our attention, that when we were ready
to leave it and go in search of a good bathing place, we discovered that
our two animals had wandered quite out of sight, having crossed the
bridge to reach the good pasture beyond the river.
I sent Ernest after them, and went alone to the extremity of the bay. It
terminated in bold and precipitous cliffs, which extended into the deep
water, and rose abruptly, so as to form an inaccessible wall of rock and
crag. Swampy ground, overgrown with large canes, intervened between me
and these cliffs. I cut a large bundle of the reeds, and returned to
Ernest. It was some time before I found him, comfortably extended full
length on the ground near the tent, and sleeping as sound as a top,
while the cow and the ass, grazing at will, were again making for the
bridge.
"Get up, Ernest, you lazy fellow!" exclaimed I, much annoyed; "why don't
you mind your business? Look at the animals! They will be over the river
again!"
"No fear of that, father," returned he, with the utmost composure. "I
have taken a couple of boards off the bridge. They won't pass the gap."
I could not help laughing at the ingenious device by which the boy had
spared himself all trouble; at the same time I observed that it is wrong
to waste the precious moments in sleep when duty has to be performed. I
then bid him go and collect some salt, which was wanted at home, while I
went to bathe.
On coming back, much refreshed, I again missed Ernest, and began to
wonder whether he was still gathering salt, or whether he had lain down
somewhere to finish his nap, when I heard him loudly calling:
"Father, father, I've caught a fish! an immense fellow he is. I can
scarcely hold him, he drags the line so!"
Hastening toward the spot, I saw the boy lying in the grass, on a point
of land close to the mouth of the stream, and with all his might keeping
hold of a rod. The line was strained to the utmost by the frantic
efforts of a very large fish, which was attempting to free itself from
the hook.
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