Swiss Family Robinson, Johann David Wyss [tools of titans ebook txt] 📗

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were already acquainted with, and not far from the Jackal Cave, as we

called the place where Fangs had been captured in cubhood.

 

On recognizing the spot, Ernest, who was in advance with one of the

dogs, hastened towards it. We lost sight of him for a few minutes, and

then arose a cry of terror, violent barking and deep, surly growls.

 

As we rushed forward, Ernest met us, looking white as ashes, and

calling out:

 

`A bear, a bear, father! He is coming after me!’

 

The boy clung to me in mortal fear. I felt his whole frame quivering.

 

`Courage, my son!’ cried I, disengaging myself from his grasp. `We must

prepare for instant defence!’

 

The dogs dashed forward to join the fray, whatever it was; and not long

were we in doubt. To my no small consternation, an enormous bear made

his appearance, quickly followed by another.

 

With levelled guns, my brave Fritz and I advanced slowly to meet them.

Jack was also ready to fire, but the shock had so unnerved Ernest that

he fairly took to his heels. We fired together, one at each bear; but

though hit, the monsters were unfortunately only wounded. We found it

most difficult to take aim, as the dogs beset them on all sides.

 

However, they were much disabled, one having the lower jaw broken, and

the other, with a bullet in its shoulder, was effectually lamed. The

dogs, perceiving their advantage, pressed more closely round their

foes, who yet defended themselves furiously with frightful yells of

pain and rage.

 

Such was the confusion and perpetual movement of the struggle, that I

dared not fire again, seeing that even slightly wounding one of our

gallant hounds would instantly place him in the power of the raging

bears.

 

Watching our opportunity, we suddenly advanced with loaded pistols to

within a very few paces of the animals, and firing, both fell dead, one

shot through the head, the other, in the act of rearing to spring on

Fritz, received his charge in its heart.

 

`Thank Heaven!’ cried I, as with dull groans the brutes sank to the

ground. `We have escaped the greatest peril we have yet encountered!’

 

The dogs continued to tear and worry the fallen foe, as though

unwilling to trust the appearance of death. With feelings somewhat

akin, I drew my hunting-knife, and made assurance doubly sure.

 

Seeing all safe, Jack raised a shout of victory, that poor Ernest

might gain courage to approach the scene of conflict, which at last he

did, and joined us in examining the dangerous animals, as they lay

motionless before us.

 

Every point was full of interest, their wounds, their sharp teeth,

their mighty claws, the extraordinary strength of neck and shoulder,

all were remarked and commented on, and observing that the shaded brown

hair was tipped with glossy white, I thought that these might be the

silver bears* mentioned in Captain Clarke’s journey to the north-west

coasts of America.

 

* Grizzlies, not polar bears

 

`Well, my lads,’ said I, `if we have failed to catch sight of

serpents, we have at least made good riddance of some other bad

rubbish! These fellows would one day have worked us woe, or I am much

mistaken. What’s to be done next?’

 

`Why, skin them, to be sure,’ said Fritz. `We shall have a couple of

splendid bearskin rugs.’

 

As this process would take time and evening drew on, we dragged the

huge carcases into their den, to await our return, concealing them with

boughs of trees and fencing the entrance as well as we could. The

ostrich eggs we also left behind us, hidden in a sandy hole.

 

By sunset we reached the tent, and joyfully rejoined my wife and

Franz, right glad to find a hearty meal prepared for us, as well as a

large heap of brushwood for the watch-fire.

 

When a full account of our adventures had been given, with a minute and

special description of the bear-fight, my wife related what she had

done during our absence. She and Franz had made their way through the

wood up to the rocks behind it, and discovered a bed of pure white

clay, which it seemed to her might be used for making porcelain. Then

she had contrived a drinking-trough for the cattle out of a split

bamboo.

 

She had arranged a hearth in a sheltered place by building up large

stones, cemented with the white clay; and, finally, she had cut a

quantity of canes and brought them, on the cart, to be in readiness for

the building we had in hand.

 

I praised the thoughtful diligence which had effected so much that was

of real and definite use. In order to try the clay I put some balls of

it in the fire now kindled to burn during the night, and we then betook

ourselves to rest under shelter of our tent.

 

I awoke at dawn and aroused my little party. My first idea was to

examine the clay balls, which I found baked hard and finely glazed, but

too much melted down by the heat—a fault which, seeing the excellent

quality of the clay, I knew it would be well worthwhile to remedy.

 

After breakfast, and our accustomed devotions, we harnessed the cart,

and took the way to the bears’ den. Fritz headed the party, and, coming

in sight of the entrance to the cave, called out softly:

 

`Make haste and you will see a whole crowd of wild turkeys, who seem to

have come to attend the funeral obsequies of their respected friend and

neighbour, Bruin, here. But there appears to be a jealous watcher who

is unwilling to admit the visitors to the bed of state!’

 

The Watcher, as Fritz called him, was an immensely large bird, with a

sort of comb on his head, and a loose fleshy skin hanging from beneath

the beak. Part of the neck was bare, wrinkled and purplish-red, while

around it, resting on the shoulders, was a downy collar of soft white

feathers. The plumage was greyish-brown, marked here and there with

white patches; the feet appeared to be armed with strong claws. This

great bird guarded the entrance to the cave, occasionally retiring into

it himself for a few minutes; but as soon as the other birds came

pressing in after him, he hurried out again and they were forced to

retire.

 

We stopped to observe this curious scene, and were startled suddenly by

a mighty rush of wings in the air above us. We looked up; at the same

moment Fritz fired, and an enormous bird fell heavily head foremost on

the rocks, by which its neck was broken, while blood flowed from a

wound in the breast.

 

We had been holding back the dogs, but they, with Fritz, now rushed

towards the cave, the birds rising around them and departing with heavy

ungainly flight, leaving only Fritz’s prize, and one of the other

birds, killed by the large one in its fall.

 

With the utmost caution I entered the cave, and rejoiced to find that

the tongue and eyes only of the bears had been devoured: a little later

and we should have had the handsome skins pecked and torn to rags, and

all chance of steaks and bears’-paws gone.

 

On measuring the wings of the large bird from tip to tip, I found the

length exceeded eleven feet, and concluded it to be a condor; it was

evidently the mate of the `Watcher’, as Fritz called the first we saw.

 

To work we now went on the bears, and no slight affair we found it to

skin and cut them up, but by dint of perseverance we at last succeeded

in our object.

 

Determining to smoke the meat on the spot, we cut magnificent hams, and

took off the rest of the meat in slices after the manner of the

buccaneers in the West Indies, preserving the paws entire to be cooked

as a delicacy, and obtaining from the two bears together a prodigious

supply of lard, which my wife gladly undertook to melt and prepare for

keeping.

 

The bones and offal we drew to some distance with the help of our

cattle, and made the birds of the air most welcome to feast upon it.

This, with the assistance of all sorts of insects, they did so

effectually that before we left the place the skulls were picked

perfectly clean, the sun had dried them, and they were ready for us to

carry off to our museum.

 

The skins had to be very carefully scraped, washed, salted, cleansed

with ashes and dried, which occupied fully two days.

 

I was lamenting our distance from the rascusara* tree, the leaves of

which had flavoured our roast peccary so nicely, when I observed among

the brushwood which the boys had brought from the thickets around us, a

climbing plant, whose leaves had a very strong smell; the stem

resembled a vine, and the fruit grew in clusters like currants. Some

were red, and some of a green colour, which I supposed to denote

various degrees of ripeness. They were hard, and the outer skin was

quite thin. I recognized in this the pepper plant, a discovery

particularly agreeable at this moment.

 

* Previously he called it ravensara.

 

The boys soon gathered a large supply; the red berries were soaked in

salt and water for several days, then washed and rubbed, and finally,

becoming perfectly white, were dried in the sun. The treatment of the

green berries was simple; they were merely exposed to the sun’s heat

for a day or two, and then stored: in this way we obtained enough, both

of black and white pepper, to last us a very long time.

 

I took also a number of young plants, that we might have pepper

growing at Rockburg and our various settlements. Some roots of another

plant were also taken, which, from the pods, appeared to be a kind of

bean.

 

We were glad of this occupation during the tedious business of smoking

the bears’ meat, and availed ourselves of the leisure time by also

preparing for stuffing the condor and the turkey buzzard, urubu or

black vulture—for I could not determine to which species the smaller

bird belonged.

 

The four boys at length became so weary of inaction, that I determined

to let them make an excursion alone on the savannah.

 

Three of them received this permission with eager delight, but Ernest

said he would prefer to remain with us; to which, as the expedition was

to be entirely one of pleasure, I could make no objection.

 

Little Franz, on the other hand, whom I would willingly have kept with

us, was wild to go with his brothers, and I was obliged to consent, as

I had made the proposal open to all, and could not draw back.

 

In the highest spirits they ran to bring their steeds (as we were fain

to call the cattle they rode) from their pasturage at a short distance.

Speedily were they saddled, bridled and mounted—the three lads were

ready to be off.

 

It was my wish that our sons should cultivate a habit of bold

independence, for well I knew that it might be the will of God to

deprive them easily of their parents; when, without an enterprising

spirit of self-reliance, their position would be truly miserable.

 

My gallant Fritz possessed this desirable quality in no small degree,

and to him I committed the care of his young brothers, charging them to

look up to and obey him as their leader.

 

They were well armed, well mounted, had a couple of good