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
They then returned and jestingly begged Ernest to produce the result of
his labor. The professor had been lying on the grass gazing at the
palms; but, on this sarcastic remark, he sprang to his feet.
"Willingly," he exclaimed, and seizing a pair of buskins he quickly
donned them. "Give me a cocoanut shell," said he. I gave him one, and he
put it in his pocket. He ran to a tree, and, with an agility which
surprised us all, quickly reached the top. No sooner had he done so than
Fritz and Jack burst into a roar of laughter. He had swarmed a tree
which bore no nuts. Ernest apparently heard them; for, as it seemed in a
fit of anger, he drew his knife and severed the leafy crest, which fell
to the ground. I glanced up at him, surprised at such a display of
temper. But a bright smile greeted me, and in a merry tone he shouted:
"Jack, pick that palm-cabbage up and take it to father; that is only
half my contribution, and it is worth all your nuts put together."
He spoke truly; the cabbage-palm is rare, and the tuft of leaves at its
summit is greatly prized by the South Americans for its great delicacy
and highly nutritive qualities.
"Bravo!" I cried, "you have retrieved your character; come down and
receive the thanks of the company. What are you waiting up there for?"
"I am coming presently," he replied, "with the second half of my
contribution; I hope it will be as fully appreciated as the first."
In a short time he slipped down the tree, and, advancing to his mother,
presented her with the nut-shell he had taken up with him.
"Here," he said, "is a wine which the greatest connoisseur would prize.
Taste it, mother."
The shell was filled with a clear, rosy liquor, bright, and sparkling.
My wife tasted it. "Excellent, excellent," she exclaimed. "Your very
good health, my dear boy!"
We drank the rosy wine in turn, and Ernest received hearty thanks from
all.
It was getting late, and while we were enjoying our supper before our
tent, our donkey, who had been quietly browsing near us, suddenly set up
a loud bray, and, without the least apparent cause, pricked up his ears,
threw up his heels, and galloped off into the thicket of bamboos. We
followed for a short distance, and I sent the dogs in chase, but they
returned without our friend, and, as it was late, we were obliged to
abandon the chase.
I was annoyed by this incident, and even alarmed; for not only had we
lost the ass, but I knew not what had occasioned his sudden flight. I
knew not whether he was aware, by instinct, of the approach of some
fierce wild beast. I said nothing of this to my family, but, making up
an unusually large fire, I bade them sleep with their arms by their
sides, and we all lay down.
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