The Swiss family Robinson
Falcon’s Nest_! the sound is quite chivalrous; so health to _Falcon’s
Nest Castle_!” cried they, all looking up to the tree, and making
low bows. I poured out a small quantity of sweet wine, and presented
it to each, to solemnize our baptism. “Now then,” said I, “for the
promontory, where Fritz and I in vain wearied our eyes in search of
our companions of the vessel;--I think it may properly be called
_Cape Disappointment_.”
_All._--Yes, this is excellent. And the river with the bridge----
_Father._--If you wish to commemorate one of the greatest events
of our history, it ought to be called _The Jackal’s River_; for
these animals crossed it when they came and attacked us, and it was
there that one of them was killed. The bridge I should name _Family
Bridge_, because we were all employed in its construction, and all
crossed it together on our way to this place. Let me ask you all,
if it will not be a great pleasure to converse about the country we
inhabit, now that we have instituted names as if everything belonged
to us?
_Ernest._--It will be just as if we had farms and country houses, all
dependent upon our castle.
In this pleasing kind of chat, the time of dinner passed agreeably
away. We settled the basis of a geography of this our new country;
and amused ourselves with saying it must go by the first post to
Europe.
As the evening advanced, and the intense heat of the day began to
diminish, I invited all my family to take a walk. “Leave your work
for this time, my boys,” said I, “and let us make a short excursion;
let us seek, in the beautiful face of nature, the traces of the
wisdom and goodness of the Creator. Which way shall we direct our
steps?”
_Fritz._--Let us go to Tent House, father; we are in want of powder
and shot for the little consumers of our figs; nor must we miss our
dinner for to-morrow, or forget that we are to secure a supply for
winter.
_My Wife._--I too vote for Tent House; my butter is nearly gone, for
Fritz took an unreasonable share for his new trade of tanning.
_Father._--To Tent House, then, we will go; but we will not take our
accustomed road along the seashore, but rather vary our pleasure, by
trying to explore some other way. We will keep along our own little
stream as far as the wall of rocks; it will be easy for us to cross
it by jumping from stone to stone, and so to get to Tent House:
we will return with our provisions by the road of Family Bridge,
and along the seashore. This new route may possibly furnish some
additional discoveries.
My idea was highly applauded, and all was soon arranged for our
setting out. Our route along the stream was at first extremely
agreeable, being sheltered by the shade of large trees, while the
ground under our feet was a short and soft kind of grass. To prolong
the pleasure of our walk, we proceeded slowly, amusing ourselves with
looking about us to the right and left; the eldest boys made frequent
escapes on before, so that we sometimes lost sight of them. In this
manner we reached the end of the wood; but the country now appearing
to be less open, we thought it would be prudent to bring our whole
company together.
On looking forward, we saw the boys approaching us full gallop, and
this time, for a wonder, the grave Ernest was first. He reached me
panting for breath, and so full of joy and eagerness that he could
not pronounce a single word distinctly: the rest soon came up, and
our expedition was resumed.
CHAPTER XIV
Continuation of Preceding Chapter--Discoveries
Conversing on different subjects, we reached the long chain of rocks,
over which our pretty Falcon’s Stream made its escape in a cascade,
delighting at once the eye and the ear in its progress. We thus
reached Jackal’s River, and from thence proceeded to Tent House,
having with difficulty pushed through the high grass which presented
itself. Our fatigue, however, was relieved by the beauty of the
scenery around: on the right hand was a boundless sea: on the left,
the island, with the bay by which it was accessible, and the chain
of rocks, forming altogether an assemblage of the picturesque, equal
to what the liveliest fancy could desire. We distinguished different
families of grasses, many of them of the thorn-leaved species, and
stronger than those cultivated in the green-houses of Europe. There
was also in abundance the Indian fig, with its large broad leaf;
aloes of different forms and colours; the superb prickly candle,
or cactus, bearing straight stalks, taller than a man, and crowned
with long straight branches, forming a sort of star; while that
which pleased us best, and which was found there in great abundance,
was the king of fruits, both for figure and relish, the crowned
pineapple, of which we all partook with avidity.
Soon after, I was fortunate enough to discover among the multitude of
plants which grew either at the foot or in the clefts of the rocks,
the karata, many of which were now in blossom. As I was acquainted
with the properties of this useful plant, the pith of which is used
for tinder by the negroes, who also make a strong kind of thread
from the fibres of its leaves, I was not less satisfied with this
discovery than I had been with any we had previously made. Wishing to
exhibit one of its uses to my children, I desired Ernest to take out
my flint and steel.
I took a dried stalk of the tree, stripped off the bark, and there
appeared a kind of dry spongy substance, which I laid upon the flint;
and then striking it with a steel, it instantly caught fire. The
boys looked on with astonishment, and soon began to caper about,
exclaiming, “Long live the tinder-tree!”
“Here, then,” said I, “we have an article of greater usefulness than
if it served merely to gratify the appetite. Your mother will next
inform us what materials she will use for sewing your clothes, when
her provision of thread from the enchanted bag is exhausted.”
_My Wife._--I have long been uneasy upon this very subject, and would
willingly exchange our greatest luxury for some hemp or flax.
_Father._--And your wish shall be accomplished. If you examine,
you will find some excellent thread under the leaves of this
extraordinary plant, where all-provident nature has placed a
storehouse of this valuable article, though the lengths of thread
will be found not longer than the leaf. I accordingly drew out of one
of the leaves a strong piece of thread of a red colour, which I gave
to my wife. “How fortunate it is for us,” said she, “that you have
had the habit of reading and of study! None of us would have had a
thought about this plant, or have conceived that it could be of any
use:--but will it not be difficult to draw out the lengths of thread
through the prickles that surround them?”
_Father._--Not in the least; we shall put the leaves to dry, either
in the sun, or by a gentle fire. The useless part of the leaf will
then separate by being beaten, and the mass of thread will remain.
_Fritz._--I see clearly, father, that we ought not to trust to
appearances; but one may, I suppose, assert that there are no good
qualities in the prickly plants, which are growing here in all
directions, and wounding the persons who go near them: of what use
can they possibly be?
_Father._--The greatest part of these possess medicinal virtues;
great use is made in pharmacy of the aloe, which produces such
abundance of beautiful flowers: in green-houses in Europe some have
been seen to bear more than three thousand blossoms. But look--here,
too, is the Indian fig, or prickly pear, a vegetable of no common
interest; it grows in the poorest soils, and, as you see, upon the
rocks: the poorer the soil, the more luxuriant and succulent its
leaves. I should be tempted to believe that it was nourished by the
air rather than by the earth. The plant bears a kind of fig, which is
said to be sweet and palatable when ripened in its native sun, and
it is a salutary and refreshing food. This, then, is another plant
of great utility. I next instructed them how to gather this prickly
fruit without injury to their fingers. I threw up a stone, and
brought down a fig, which I caught upon my hat; I cut off one end,
and was thus enabled to hold it on a knife while I peeled off the
skin. I then resigned it to the curiosity of my young companions.
In the meantime, I perceived Ernest holding a leaf upon the end of
his knife, turning it about in all directions, and bringing it close
to his eye with a look of curious inquiry.--“I wish I could know,”
said at length our young observer, “what little animals these are on
the leaf, which feed so eagerly upon it, and are of quite a scarlet
colour.”
_Father._--Ha, ha! this too will perhaps turn out a new discovery,
and an additional source of usefulness. Let me look at your leaf: I
will wager that it is the insect called the cochineal.
_Jack._--The cochineal! what a droll name! What is the cochineal,
father?
_Father._--It is an insect of the kind called _suckers_, or _kermes_.
It lives by sucking the juice of the leaves of the Indian fig, which,
no doubt, is the cause of its beautiful colour, so much esteemed in
dyeing; for nothing else produces so fine a scarlet.
We reached Jackal’s River, which we crossed, stepping with great care
from stone to stone, and shortly arrived at our old habitation, where
we found everything as we had left it; and each went in pursuit of
what he intended to take away. Fritz loaded himself with powder and
shot: I and my wife and Francis employed ourselves in filling our pot
with butter. Ernest and Jack looked about for the geese and ducks;
but as they were become somewhat savage, the boys could not succeed
in catching one of them. The idea then occurred to Ernest of taking
a small bit of cheese, and tying it to the end of a piece of string,
and holding it to float in the water. The voracious animals hastened
eagerly to seize it. In this way Ernest drew them towards him, one by
one, with the cheese in its mouth, till he had caught the whole: each
bird was then tied in a pocket-handkerchief, leaving the head at
liberty, and fastened one to each game-bag, so that all had a share
in carrying them.
We now set out loaded on our return. The ducks and geese, with their
heads and necks stretching out at our shoulders, cackling with all
their might, gave us a truly singular and ludicrous appearance; and
we could not help laughing immoderately as we passed the bridge, one
after another, accoutred in so strange a fashion. Our mutual jokes,
and the general good humour which prevailed, served to shorten the
length of the walk, and none complained of fatigue, till seated under
our tree at Falcon’s Stream.
CHAPTER XV
Hopes of a Sledge--Some Short Lessons in
Useful Things
I had observed along the shore many pieces of wood, of which I
thought I could make a kind of conveyance for our cask of butter and
other provisions from Tent House to Falcon’s Stream, and had secretly
determined to go early the next morning, before my family should
be awake, to the spot. I had fixed upon Ernest for my assistant,
thinking that his indolent temper required to be stimulated to
exertion. I made him feel as a great favour the preference I gave
him, and he promised to be ready at a very early hour.
At the first dawn of morning I quietly awoke Ernest. He got up, and
we descended the ladder without being perceived by the rest, who
continued to sleep soundly. We roused the ass, and I made him draw
some large branches of a tree, which I wanted for my undertaking.
We were not long in finding the pieces of wood, and set to work to
cut them the proper length, and we then laid them cross-ways on the