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
As the turtle began to make for the open sea, I hoisted the sail again;
and, finding the opposition too much for it, the creature again directed
its course landward, drawing us rapidly after it. The part of the shore
for which the turtle was making was considerably to the left of our
usual landing place. The beach there shelved very gradually, and at some
distance from land we grounded with a sharp shock, but fortunately
without a capsize.
The turtle was evidently greatly exhausted, and no wonder, since it had
been acting the part of a steam tug, and had been dragging, at full
speed, a couple of heavily laden vessels. Its intention was to escape to
land; but I leaped into the water, and wading up to it, dispatched it
with my ax. Such was its tenacity of life, however, that it did not
cease its struggles, until I had actually severed its head from its
body.
As we were by no means far from Falconhurst, Fritz gave notice of our
approach by firing off his gun, as well as shouting loudly in his glee;
and, while we were yet engaged in securing our boats and getting the
turtle on shore, the whole family appeared in the distance, hastening
eagerly toward us; and our new prize, together with the well-laden boat
and raft, excited the liveliest interest; my wife's chief pleasure,
however, consisted in seeing us back, as our night's absence had
disturbed her, and she was horrified by the description of our dangerous
run in the wake of the fugitive turtle.
Being anxious to remove some of our goods before night, the boys ran off
to fetch the sledge; while I, having no anchor, contrived to moor the
boats by means of some of the heavy blocks of iron we had brought.
It required our united strength to get the turtle hoisted on to the
sledge, its weight being prodigious; we found it, indeed, with the
addition of the sapling fruit trees, quite a sufficient load.
We then made the best of our way home, chatting merrily about our
various adventures. The first thing to be done on arriving was to obtain
some of the turtle's flesh and cook it for supper. To my wife this
appeared necessarily a work of time, as well as of difficulty; but I
turned the beast on its back, and soon detached a portion of the meat
from the breast with a hatchet, by breaking the lower shell: and I then
directed that it should be cooked, with a little salt, shell and all.
"But let me first cut away this disgusting green fat," said my wife,
with a little shudder. "See how it sticks all over the meat. No one
could eat anything so nasty."
"Leave the fat, whatever you do!" exclaimed I. "Why, my dear, that is
the very best part, and the delight of the epicure. If there be really
too much, cut some off--it can be used as lard, and let the dogs make a
supper of the refuse."
"And the handsome shell!" cried Fritz; "I should like to make a
water-trough of that, to stand near the brook, and be kept always full
of clear water. How useful it would be!"
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