The Swiss Family Robinson; or, Adventures on a Desert Island — John Shaqi
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
The tide was flowing, which was a great help to the young oarsmen. We
emerged from the wreck and glided into the open sea. All eyes were
strained to get a full view of the land, and the boys pulled with a
will; but for some time we made no progress, as the boat kept turning
round and round, until I hit upon the right way to steer it, after which
we merrily made for the shore.
We had left the two dogs, Turk and Juno, on the wreck, as being both
large mastiffs we did not care to have their additional weight on board
our craft; but when they saw us apparently deserting them, they set up a
piteous howl, and sprang into the sea. I was sorry to see this, for the
distance to the land was so great that I scarcely expected them to be
able to accomplish it. They followed us, however, and, occasionally
resting their forepaws on the out-riggers, kept up with us well. Jack
was inclined to deny them this, their only chance to safety. "Stop,"
said I, "that would be unkind as well as foolish; remember, the merciful
man regardeth the life of his beast."
Our passage, though tedious, was safe; but the nearer we approached the
shore the less inviting it appeared; the barren rocks seemed to threaten
us with misery and want.
Many casks, boxes, and bales of goods floated on the water around us.
Fritz and I managed to secure a couple of hogsheads, so as to tow them
alongside. With the prospect of famine before us, it was desirable to
lay hold of anything likely to contain provisions.
By and by we began to perceive that, between and beyond the cliffs,
green grass and trees were discernible. Fritz could distinguish many
tall palms, and Ernest hoped they would prove to be cocoanut trees, and
enjoyed the thoughts of drinking the refreshing milk.
"I am very sorry I never thought of bringing away the captain's
telescope," said I.
"Oh, look here, father!" cried Jack, drawing a little spyglass joyfully
out of his pocket.
By means of this glass, I made out that at some distance to the left the
coast was much more inviting; a strong current, however, carried us
directly toward the frowning rocks, but I presently observed an opening,
where a stream flowed into the sea, and saw that our geese and ducks
were swimming toward this place. I steered after them into the creek,
and we found ourselves in a small bay or inlet where the water was
perfectly smooth and of moderate depth. The ground sloped gently upward
from the low banks of the cliffs, which here retired inland, leaving a
small plain, on which it was easy for us to land. Everyone sprang gladly
out of the boat but little Franz, who, lying packed in his tub like a
potted shrimp, had to be lifted out by his mother.
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