Swiss Family Robinson(fiscle part-3 of 2) by Johann David Wyss (inspirational books for students .txt) 📕

Sea,  And,  Turning them On Their Backs,  Fasten Them To A Stake,  Driven

In Close By The Water'S Edge,  By A Cord Passed through A Hole In their

Shell. We Thus Had Fresh Turtle Continually Within Our Reach; For The

Animals Throve Well Thus Secured,  And Appeared in as Good Condition,

After Having been Kept Thus For Several Weeks,  As Others When Freshly

Caught. Lobsters,  Crabs And Mussels Also Abounded on The Shore. But

This Was Not All; An Additional Surprise Awaited us.

As We Were One Morning approaching tentholm,  We Were Attracted by A

Most Curious Phenomenon. The Waters Out To Sea Appeared agitated by

Some Unseen Movement,  And As They Heaved and Boiled,  Their Surface,

Struck By The Beams Of The Morning sun,  Seemed illuminated by Flashes

Of Fire.

Over The Water Where This Disturbance Was Taking place Hovered

Hundreds Of Birds,  Screaming loudly,  Which Ever And Anon Would Dart

Downwards,  Some Plunging beneath The Water,  Some Skimming the Surface.

Then Again They Would Rise And Resume Their Harsh Cries. The Shining,

Sparkling mass Then Rolled onwards,  And Approached in a Direct Line Our

Bay,  Followed by The Feathered flock Above. We Hurried down To The

Shore To Further Examine This Strange Sight.

I Was Convinced as We Approached that It Was A Shoal Or Bank Of

Herrings.

No Sooner Did I Give Utterance To My Conjecture,  Than I Was Assailed by

A Host Of Questions Concerning this Herring-Bank,  What It Was,  And What

Occasioned it.

`A Herring-Bank,' I Said,  `Is Composed of An Immense Number Of

Herrings Swimming together. I Can Scarcely Express To You The Huge Size

Of This Living bank,  Which Extends Over A Great Area Many Fathoms Deep.

It Is Followed by Numbers Of Great Ravenous Fish,  Who Devour Quantities

Of The Herrings,  While Above Hover Birds,  As You Have Just Seen,  Ready

To Pounce Down On Stragglers Near The Top. To Escape These Enemies,  The

Shoal Makes For The Nearest Shore,  And Seeks Safety In those Shallows

Where The Large Fish Cannot Follow. But Here It Meets With A Third

Great Enemy.

`It May Escape From The Fish,  And Elude The Vigilance Of Sharp-Sighted

Birds,  But From The Ingenuity Of Man It Can Find No Escape. In one Year

Millions Of These Fish Are Caught,  And Yet The Roes Of Only A Small

Number Would Be Sufficient To Supply As Many Fish Again.'

Soon Our Fishery Was In operation. Jack And Fritz Stood In the Water

With Baskets,  And Baled out The Fish,  As One Bales Water With A Bucket,

Throwing them To Us On The Shore. As Quickly As Possible We Cleaned

Them,  And Placed them In casks With Salt,  First A Layer Of Salt,  And

Then A Layer Of Herrings,  And So On,  Until We Had Ready Many Casks Of

Pickled fish.

As The Barrels Were Filled,  We Closed them Carefully,  And Rolled them

Away To The Cool Vaults At The Back Of Our Cave. Our Good Fortune,

However,  Was Not To End Here. A Day After The Herring fishery Was Over,

And The Shoal Had Left Our Bay,  A Great Number Of Seals Appeared,

Attracted by The Refuse Of The Herrings Which We Had Thrown Into The

Sea.

Though I Feared they Would Not Be Suitable For Our Table,  We Yet

Secured a Score Or Two For The Sake Of Their Skins And Fat. The Skins

We Drew Carefully Off For Harness And Clothing,  And The Fat We Boiled

Down For Oil,  Which We Put Aside In casks For Tanning,  Soap-Making,  And

Burning in lamps.

These Occupations Interfered for Some Time With Our Work At Rock

House; But As Soon As Possible We Again Returned to Our Labour With

Renewed vigour. I Had Noticed that The Salt Crystals Had For Their Base

A Species Of Gypsum,  Which I Knew Might Be Made Of Great Service To Us

In Our Building operations As Plaster.

As An Experiment,  I Broke Off Some Pieces,  And,  After Subjecting them

To Great Heat,  Reduced them To Powder. The Plaster This Formed with

Water Was Smooth And White,  And As I Had Then No Particular Use To

Which I Might Put It,  I Plastered over Some Of The Herring casks,  That

I Might Be Perfectly Certain That All Air Was Excluded. The Remainder

Of The Casks I Left As They Were,  For I Presently Intended to Preserve

Their Contents By Smoking.

To Do This,  The Boys And I Built A Small Hut Of Reeds And Branches,  And

Then We Strung Our Herrings On Lines Across The Roof. On The Floor We

Lit A Great Fire Of Brushwood And Moss,  Which Threw Out A Dense Smoke,

Curling in volumes Round The Fish,  And They In a Few Days Seemed

Perfectly Cured.

About A Month After The Appearance Of The Herrings We Were Favoured by

A Visit From Other Shoals Of Fish. Jack Espied them First,  And Called

To Us That A Lot Of Young Whales Were Off The Coast. We Ran Down And

Discovered the Bay Apparently Swarming with Great Sturgeon,  Salmon,  And

Trout,  All Making for The Mouth Of Jackal River,  That They Might Ascend

It And Deposit Their Spawn Amongst The Stones.

Jack Was Delighted at His Discovery. `Here Are Proper Fish!' He

Exclaimed,  `None Of Your Paltry Fry. How Do You Preserve These Sorts Of

Fish? Potted,  Salted or Smoked?'

`Not So Fast,' Said I,  `Not So Fast; Tell Me How They Are To Be

Caught,  And I Will Tell You How They Are To Be Cooked.'

`Oh! I'Ll Catch Them Fast Enough,' He Replied,  And Darted off To Rock

House.

While I Was Still Puzzling my Brains As To How I Should Set To Work,  He

Returned with His Fishing apparatus In hand: A Bow And Arrow,  And A

Ball Of Twine.

At The Arrow-Head He Had Fastened a Barbed spike,  And Had Secured the

Arrow To The End Of The String. Armed with This Weapon,  He Advanced to

The River'S Edge.

His Arrow Flew From The Bow,  And,  To My Surprise,  Struck One Of The

Largest Fish In the Side.

`Help,  Father,  Help!' He Cried,  As The Great Fish Darted off,  Carrying

Arrow And All With It. `Help! Or He Will Pull Me Into The Water.'

I Ran To His Assistance,  And Together We Struggled with The Finny

Monster. He Pulled tremendously,  And Lashed the Water Around Him; But

We Held The Cord Fast,  And He Had No Chance Of Escape. Weaker And

Weaker Grew His Struggles,  And,  At Length,  Exhausted by His Exertions

And Loss Of Blood,  He Allowed us To Draw Him Ashore.

He Was A Noble Prize,  And Fritz And Ernest,  Who Came Up Just As We

Completed his Capture,  Were Quite Envious Of Jack'S Success.

Not To Be Behindhand,  They Eagerly Rushed off For Weapons Themselves.

We Were Soon All In the Water,  Fritz With A Harpoon,  Ernest With A Rod

And Line,  And I Myself,  Armed like Neptune,  With An Iron Trident,  Or

More Properly Speaking,  Perhaps,  A Pitchfork. Soon The Shore Was Strewn

With A Goodly Number Of The Finest Fish--Monster After Monster We Drew

To Land. At Length Fritz,  After Harpooning a Great Sturgeon Full Eight

Feet Long,  Could Not Get The Beast Ashore; We All Went To His

Assistance,  But Our United efforts Were Unavailing.

`The Buffalo!' Proposed my Wife,  And Off Went Jack For Storm. Storm Was

Harnessed to The Harpoon Rope,  And Soon The Monstrous Fish Lay Panting

On The Sand. We At Length,  When We Had Captured as Many Fish As We

Could Possibly Utilize,  Set About Cleaning and Preparing their Flesh.

Some We Salted,  Some We Dried like The Herrings,  Some We Treated like

The Tunny Of The Mediterranean--We Prepared them In oil.

Of The Roe Of The Sturgeon I Decided to Form Caviare,  The Great

Russian Dish. I Removed from It All The Membranes By Which It Is

Surrounded,  Washed it In vinegar,  Salted it,  Pressed out All The

Moisture Caused by The Water-Absorbing properties Of The Salt,  Packed

It In small Barrels And Stowed it Away In our Storehouse.

I Knew That Of The Sturgeon'S Bladder The Best Isinglass Is Made,  So

Carefully Collecting the Air-Bladders From All Those We Had Killed,  I

Washed them And Hung Them Up To Stiffen. The Outer Coat Or Membrane I

Then Peeled off,  Cutting the Remainder Into Strips,  Technically Called

Staples.

These Staples I Place In an Iron Pot Over The Fire,  And When They Had

Been Reduced to A Proper Consistency I Strained off The Glue Through A

Clean Cloth,  And Spread It Out On A Slab Of Stone In thin Layers,

Letting them Remain Until They Were Dry. The Substance I Thus Obtained

Was Beautifully Transparent,  And Promised to Serve As An Excellent

Substitute For Glass In our Window-Frames.

Fortunately,  In this Beautiful Climate Little Or No Attention Was

Necessary To The Kitchen Garden,  The Seeds Sprang Up And Flourished

Without Apparently The Slightest Regard For The Time Or Season Of The

Year. Peas,  Beans,  Wheat,  Barley,  Rye And Indian Corn,  Seemed

Constantly Ripe,  While Cucumbers,  Melons,  And All Sorts Of Other

Vegetables Grew Luxuriantly. The Success Of Our Garden At Tentholm

Encouraged me To Hope That My Experiment At Falconhurst Had Not Failed,

And One Morning we Started to Visit The Spot.

As We Passed by The Field From Which The Potatoes Had Been Dug,  We

Found It Covered with Barley,  Wheat,  Rye And Peas In profusion. I

Turned to My Wife In amazement. `Where Has This Fine Crop Sprung From?'

Said I.

`From The Earth,' She Replied,  Laughing,  `Where Franz And I Sowed the

Seed i Brought From The Wreck. The Ground Was Ready Tilled by You And

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