The Swiss family Robinson
without following them, purposing to proceed and bring them back if
they did not soon return.
In a quarter of an hour our deserters came back; like true hussars,
they had foraged the woods, and heavily loaded their cattle with
the precious plant, which they threw at their mother’s feet with
joyful shouts. It was next proposed that all should assist her in
preparations for the work she was to engage in, and previously in
steeping the flax.
Next morning the ass was put to the small light car, loaded with
bundles of leaves; Francis and the monkey sat on them, and the
remainder of the family gaily followed with shovels and pickaxes. We
stopped at Flamingo Marsh, divided our large bundles into smaller,
which we placed in the water, pressing them down with stones, and
leaving them in this state till it was time to remove and set them in
the sun to dry, and thus render the stems soft and easy to peel.
In a fortnight we took the flax out of the water, and spread it on
the grass in the sun, where it dried so rapidly that we were able
to load it on our cart the same evening, and carry it to Falcon’s
Stream, where it was put by till we had time to make the beetles,
wheels, reels, carding-combs, etc., required by our chief for the
manufacture. It was thought best to reserve this task for the rainy
season, and to employ the present time in collecting a competent
stock of provisions for ourselves and for all the animals. Occasional
slight showers, the harbingers of winter, had already come on; the
temperature, which hitherto had been warm and serene, became gloomy
and variable; the sky was often darkened with clouds, the stormy
winds were heard, and warned us to avail ourselves of the favorable
moment to get all that might be wanted ready.
Our first care was to dig up a full supply of yams and other roots
for bread, with plenty of cocoa-nuts and some bags of sweet acorns.
It occurred to us, while digging, that, the ground being thus
opened and manured with the leaves of plants, we might sow in it to
advantage the remainder of our European corn. Notwithstanding all the
delicacies this stranger land afforded us, the force of habit still
caused us to long for the bread we had been fed with from childhood.
We had not yet laid ourselves out for regular tillage, and I was
inclined to attempt the construction of a plough of some sort as
soon as we had a sufficient stock of corn for sowing. For this time,
therefore, we committed it to the earth with little preparation: the
season, however, was proper for sowing and planting, as the ensuing
rain would moisten and swell the embryo grain, which otherwise would
perish in an arid burning soil. We accordingly expedited the planting
of the various palm-trees we had discovered in our excursions at Tent
House, carefully selecting the smallest and the youngest. In the
environs we formed a large handsome plantation of sugar-canes, so as
to have hereafter everything useful and agreeable around us, and thus
be dispensed from the usual toil and loss of time in procuring them.
Unfortunately, the weather changed sooner than we had expected, and
than, with all our care, we could be prepared for: before we had
completed our winter establishment, the rain fell in such heavy
torrents that I could not refrain from painful apprehension in
surmising how we should resist such a body of water, that seemed to
change the whole face of the country into a lake.
The first thing to be done was to remove our aërial abode, and to
fix our residence at the bottom of the tree, between the roots and
under the tarred roof I had erected: for it was no longer possible to
remain above, on account of the furious winds that threatened to bear
us away, and deluged our beds with rain through the large opening in
front, our only protection here being a piece of sail-cloth, which
was soon dripping wet and rent to pieces. In this condition we were
forced to take down our hammocks, mattresses, and every article
that could be injured by the rain; and most fortunate did we deem
ourselves in having made the winding stairs, which sheltered us
during the operation of the removal. The stairs served afterwards for
a kind of lumber-room; we kept all in it we could dispense with, and
most of our culinary vessels, which my wife fetched as she happened
to want them. Our little sheds between the roots, constructed for
the poultry and the cattle, could scarcely contain us all; and the
first days we passed in this manner were painfully embarrassing,
crowded all together, and hardly able to move in these almost dark
recesses, which the fœtid smell from the close adjoining animals
rendered almost insupportable: in addition, we were half stifled with
smoke whenever we kindled a fire, and drenched with rain when we
opened the doors. For the first time since our disaster, we sighed
for the comfortable houses of our dear country:--but what was to
be done? We were not there, and losing our courage and our temper
would only increase the evil. I strove to raise the spirits of my
companions, and obviate some of the inconveniences. We confined our
live stock to a smaller number, and gave them a freer current of air,
dismissing from the stalls those animals that, from their properties,
and being natives of the country, would be at no loss in providing
for themselves. That we might not lose them altogether, we tied bells
round their necks; Fritz and I sought and drove them in every evening
when they did not spontaneously return.
As to the smoke, our only remedy was to open the door when we made
a fire; and we did without fire as much as we could, living on milk
and cheese, and never making one but to bake our cakes: we then used
the occasion to boil a quantity of our favourite roots and salt meat
enough to last us a number of days. Our dry wood was also nearly
expended, and we thanked Heaven the weather was not very cold; for
had this been the case, our other trials would have much increased.
A more serious concern was our not having provided sufficient hay
and leaves for our European cattle, which we kept housed to avoid
losing them. The cow, the ass, the sheep, and the goats, the two
last of which were increased in number, required a large quantity of
provender, so that we were ere long forced to give them our tuberous
roots and sweet acorns, which, by the bye, they found very palatable,
and we remarked that they imparted a delicate flavour to their milk;
the cow, the goats, and even the sheep, amply supplied us with that
precious article. Milking, cleaning the animals, and preparing their
food, occupied us most of the morning, after which we were usually
employed in making flour of the manioc root, with which we filled the
large gourds, previously placed in rows. The gloom of the atmosphere
and our low windowless habitation sensibly abridged our daylight;
fortunately we had laid in a huge store of candles, and felt no
want of that article. When darkness obliged us to light up, we got
round the table, where a large taper fixed on a gourd gave us an
excellent light, which enabled my wife to pursue her occupation with
the needle, while I on my part was forming a journal, and recording
what the reader has perused of the narrative of our shipwreck and
residence in this island, assisted from time to time by my sons and
their admirable mother, who did not cease to remind me of various
incidents belonging to the story. To Ernest, who wrote a fine hand,
was entrusted the care of writing off my pages in a clear legible
character; Fritz and Jack amused themselves by drawing from memory
the plants and animals which had most struck their observation; while
one and all contributed to teach little Francis to read and write.
We concluded the day with a devotional reading in the Holy Bible,
performed by each in turn, and we then retired to rest, happy in
ourselves and in the innocent and peaceful course of our existence.
It was unanimously resolved on, however, that we would not
pass another rainy season exposed to the same evils; even my
gentle-tempered and most beloved consort was a little ruffled now
and then with our inconvenient situation, and insisted more than
any of us on the plan of building elsewhere a more spacious winter
residence; she wished, however, to return to our castle in the tree
every summer, and we all joined with her in that desire. The choice
of a fresh abode now engrossed our attention, and Fritz in the midst
of consultation came forward triumphantly with a book he had found
in the bottom of our clothes chest. “Here,” said he, “is our best
counsellor and model, _Robinson Crusoe_; since Heaven has destined us
to a similar fate, whom better can we consult? As far as I remember,
he cut himself a habitation out of the solid rock: let us see how he
proceeded; we will do the same, and with greater ease, for he was
alone; we are six in number, and four of us able to work.” This idea
of Fritz was hailed by all. We assembled, and read the famous history
with an ardent interest; it seemed, though so familiar, quite new to
us; we entered earnestly into every detail, and derived considerable
information from it, and never failed to feel lively gratitude
towards God, who had rescued us all together, and not permitted one
only of us to be cast, a solitary being, on the island.
Francis expressed his wish to have a _Man Friday_; Fritz thought it
better to be without such a companion, and to have no savages to
contend with. Jack was for the savages, warfare, and encounters.
The final result of our deliberations was to go and survey the
rocks round Tent House, and to examine whether any of them could be
excavated for our purpose.
Our last job for the winter, undertaken at my wife’s solicitation,
was a beetle for her flax, and some carding combs. I filed large
nails till they were even, round, and pointed; I fixed them at
equal distances in a sheet of tin, and raised the side of it like a
box; I then poured melted lead between the nails and the sides to
give firmness to their points, which came out four inches. I nailed
this tin on a board, and the machine was fit to work. My wife was
impatient to use it; and the drying, peeling, and spinning her flax,
became from this time a source of inexhaustible delight.
CHAPTER XXIX
Spring--Spinning--Salt Mine
I can hardly describe our joy, when, after many tedious and gloomy
weeks of rain, the sky began to brighten, the sun to dart its benign
rays on the humid earth, the winds to be lulled, and the state of
the air became mild and serene. We issued from our dreary hovels
with joyful shouts, and walked round our habitation breathing
the enlivening balmy ether, while our eyes were regaled with the
beauteous verdure beginning to shoot forth on every side.
Our summer occupations commenced by arranging and thoroughly
cleaning Falcon’s Nest, the order and neatness of which the rain
and dead leaves blown by the wind had disturbed; in other respects,
however, it was not injured, and in a few days we rendered it fit
for our reception; the stairs were cleared, the rooms between the
roots reoccupied, and we were left with leisure to proceed to other
employments. My wife lost not a moment in resuming the process of her
flax. Our sons hastened to lead the cattle to the fresh pastures;
whilst it was my task to carry the bundles of flax into the open air,
where, by heaping stones together, I contrived an oven sufficiently
commodious to dry it well. The same evening, we all set to work to
peel, and afterwards to beat it and strip off the bark; and lastly to
comb it with my carding machine, which fully answered the purpose. I
took this laborious task on myself, and drew out such distaffs full