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
We brought the raft close in shore and began to unload it; the other
boat I did not haul up, but kept her ready to put off at a moment's
notice; my anxiety was unobserved by anyone, as I listened with strained
nerves for the expected sound. It came!--a flash! a mighty roar--a grand
burst of smoke!
My wife and children, terror-stricken, turned their eyes toward the sea,
whence the startling noise came, and then, in fear and wonder, looked to
me for some explanation. "Perhaps," said the mother, as I did not speak,
"perhaps you have left a light burning near some of the gunpowder, and
an explosion has taken place."
"Not at all unlikely," replied I quietly; "we had a fire below when we
were calking the seams of the pinnace. I shall go off at once and see
what has happened. Will anyone come?"
The boys needed no second invitation, but sprang into the boat, while I
lingered to reassure my wife by whispering a few words of explanation,
and then joining them, we pulled for the wreck at a more rapid rate than
we ever had done before.
No alteration had taken place in the side at which we usually boarded
her, and we pulled round to the further side, where a marvelous sight
awaited us. A huge rent appeared, the decks and bulwarks were torn open,
the water was covered with floating wreckage--all seemed in ruins; and
the compartment where the pinnace rested was fully revealed to view.
There sat the little beauty, to all appearance uninjured; and the boys,
whose attention was taken up with the melancholy scene of ruin and
confusion around them, were astonished to hear me shout in enthusiastic
delight: "Hurrah! she is ours! The lovely pinnace is won! we shall be
able to launch her easily after all. Come, boys, let us see if she has
suffered from the explosion which has set her free."
The boys gazed at me for a moment, and then guessing my secret, "You
planned it yourself, you clever, cunning father! Oh, that machine we
helped to make was on purpose to blow it up!" cried they; and eagerly
they followed me into the shattered opening, where, to my intense
satisfaction, I found everything as I could wish, and the captive in no
way a sufferer from the violent measures I had adopted for her
deliverance.
The boys were deeply interested in examining the effects of the
explosion, and in the explanation I gave them of the principle and
proper way to manage a petard.
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