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
It was evident that the launch could now be effected without much
trouble; I had been careful to place rollers beneath the keel, so that
by means of levers and pulleys we might, with our united strength, move
her forward toward the water. A rope was attached by which to regulate
the speed of the descent, and then, all hands putting their shoulders to
the work, the pinnace began to slide from the stocks, and finally
slipped gently and steadily into the water, where she floated as if
conscious it was her native element; while we, wild with excitement,
cheered and waved enthusiastically. We then only remained long enough to
secure our prize carefully at the most sheltered point, and went back to
Tentholm, where we accounted for the explosion; saying that having blown
away one side of the ship, we should be able to obtain the rest of its
contents with a very few more days' work.
These days were devoted to completing the rigging, the mounting of her
two little brass guns, and all necessary arrangements about the pinnace.
It was wonderful what martial ardor was awakened by the possession of a
vessel armed with two real guns. The boys chattered incessantly about
savages, fleets of canoes, attack, defense, and final annihilation of
the invaders.
I assured them that, brilliant as their victories would doubtless be, we
should have good cause to thank God if their fighting powers and
new-born valor were never put to the test.
The pinnace was fully equipped and ready to sail, while yet no idea of
the surprise we were preparing for her had dawned upon my wife, and I
permitted the boys, who had kept the secret so well, to fire a salute
when we entered the bay.
Casting off from the ship, and spreading the sail, our voyage began.
The pinnace glided swiftly through the water. I stood at the helm,
Ernest and Jack manned the guns, and Fritz gave the word of command,
"Fire!" Bang! bang! rattled out a thrilling report, which echoed and
re-echoed among the cliffs, followed by our shouts and hurrahs.
The mother and her little boy rushed hastily forward from near the tent,
and we could plainly see their alarm and astonishment; but speedily
recognizing us, they waved joyfully, and came quickly to the landing
place to meet us.
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