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
In the pith I saw some fat worms or maggots, and suddenly recollected
that I had heard of them before as feeding on the sago, and that in the
West Indies they are eaten as a delicacy.
I felt inclined to try what they tasted like; so at once kindling a
fire, and placing some half-dozen, sprinkled with salt, on a little
wooden spit, I set them to roast.
Very soon rich fat began to drop from them, and they smelt so temptingly
good that all repugnance to the idea of eating worms vanished; and,
putting one like a pat of butter on a baked potato, I boldly swallowed
it and liked it so much that several others followed in the same way.
Fritz also summoned courage to partake of this novel food, which was a
savory addition to our dinner of baked potatoes.
Being once more ready to start, we found so dense a thicket in the
direct route that we turned aside without attempting to penetrate it,
and made our way toward the sugar brake near Cape Disappointment. This
we could not pass without cutting a handsome bundle of sugar-canes, and
the donkey carried that, in addition to the bag of wax berries.
In time we reached the sledge in Calabash Wood; the ass was unloaded,
everything placed on the sledge, and our patient beast began calmly and
readily to drag the burden he had hitherto borne on his back.
No further adventure befell us, and we arrived in the evening at
Falconhurst, where our welcome was as warm as usual--all we had to tell
listened to with the greatest interest, all we had to show most eagerly
examined, the pretty green parroquet enchanting the boys most
particularly.
An excellent supper was ready for us, and with thankful hearts we
enjoyed it together; then, ascending to our treecastle, and drawing up
the ladder after us, we betook ourselves to the repose well earned and
greatly needed after this fatiguing day.
The idea of candle-making seemed to have taken the fancy of all the
boys; and next morning they woke, one after the other, with the word
candle on their lips. When they were thoroughly roused they continued to
talk candles; all breakfast-time, candles were the subject of
conversation; and after breakfast they would hear of nothing else but
setting to work at once and making candles.
"So be it," said I; "let us become chandlers."
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