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
My fears as to the safety of the boats were soon dispelled, for they
were all right; and, being in haste to return, the load I collected from
their freight was but a light one, and the donkey willingly trotted home
with it, he, as well as I, being uncommonly ready for breakfast.
Approaching the tree, not a sound was to be heard, not a soul was to be
seen, although it was broad day; and great was my good wife's surprise,
when, roused by the clatter and hullabaloo I made, she started up, and
became aware of the late hour!
"What can have made us oversleep like this?" she exclaimed. "It must be
the fault of those mattresses; they are delightful, but really too
lulling; see, the children are sound asleep still."
With much stretching and many yawns, the boys at last came tumbling down
from the tree, rubbing their eyes and seeming but half awake; Ernest
last, as usual.
"Come, my boys," said I, "this will never do! Your beds were too
luxurious last night, I see." In my own opinion, however, I felt there
was something else to blame besides the comfortable mattresses, and I
made a mental resolve that the captain's fine Canary should be dealt
with very sparingly in future. "So now for prayers and breakfast," I
continued, "and then off to work. I must have our cargo landed in time
to get the boats off with the next tide."
By dint of downright hard work, we accomplished this, and I got on board
with Fritz as soon as they were afloat; the rest turned homeward, but
Jack lingered behind with such imploring looks, that I could not resist
taking him with me.
My intention had been simply to take the vessels round to the harbor in
Safety Bay, but the calm sea and fine weather tempted me to make another
trip to the wreck. It took up more time than I expected, so that, when
on board, we could only make a further examination of the cargo, collect
a few portable articles, and then avail ourselves of the sea-breeze,
which would fail us later in the evening.
To Jack the pleasure of hunting about in the hold was novel and
charming, and very soon a tremendous rattling and clattering heralded
his approach with a wheel-barrow, in the highest spirits at his good
fortune in having found such a capital thing in which to bring home
potatoes.
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