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
At this, little Franz slipped behind his mother, Ernest took a glance
round to mark a place of retreat, Jack raised the butt-end of his gun,
and every eye was fixed on the trunk of the tree, down which a large
land-crab commenced a leisurely descent. As it approached within reach,
Jack hit at it boldly, when it suddenly dropped the remaining distance,
and opening its great claws, sidled after him with considerable
rapidity, upon which he fairly turned tail and ran. We all burst into a
roar of laughter, which soon made him face about, and then, to our
infinite amusement, the little fellow prepared for a fresh onset; laying
down all he was carrying, pulling off his jacket and spreading it wide
out in both hands, he returned to the charge, suddenly threw his garment
over the creature, wrapped it well round it, and then pummeled it with
all the strength of his fists.
For a few minutes I could do nothing but laugh, but then running to him
with my hatchet, I struck several sharp blows on his bundle, which we
opened carefully, and found within the land-crab perfectly dead.
"Well, this is an ugly rascal!" cried Jack; "if he hadn't been so
hideous, I should not have dealt so severely with him. I wasn't a bit
afraid. What is the creature's name?"
"This is a crab, a land-crab," said I, "of which there are many
varieties, and this, I think, is called a cocoanut crab, or at least it
deserves the name, for it is evidently very fond of eating these nuts,
since it takes the trouble to climb the trees for them; the difficulty
of getting at the kernel, too, is considerable. You showed no little
presence of mind, Jack, when you thought of catching it in your jacket;
in fact, it might have been more than a match for you otherwise, for
some are most determined fighters, and are very swift, too. Now let us
take it, as well as the nuts, to the sledge, and go on our way."
Progress became difficult, for we were constantly stopped in passing
through the wood, by having to cut away the hanging boughs and creeping
plants which interlaced them. Ernest was behind, and by-and-by called me
back to see what proved to be an important discovery; from the several
stalks of one of these creepers flowed clear cold water, and I
recognized the "liane rouge," which is known in America, and is so
precious to the thirsty hunter or traveler. This is truly one of God's
good gifts to man!
The boys were much delighted with this curious plant. "Only fancy,
mother," said Ernest, as he showed it to her, "how cheering and
refreshing to find this if one were lost and alone in a vast forest,
wandering for days and days without being near a natural spring of
water."
"But are you certain it is safe to drink this?" asked she.
I assured her it was so, and advised the boys to cut enough to quench
the thirst of the whole party, including our animals. This they did,
only finding it necessary, as with the sugar-canes, to cut air holes
above the joints.
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