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Portrait of Johann David Wyss Johann David Wyss The Swiss Family Robinson — Chapter 1

Fritz seizing his gun flew to rescue it from their hungry jaws, and before I could prevent him, struck one of them with such force that his gun was bent. The poor beasts ran off howling, followed by a shower of stones from Fritz, who shouted and yelled at them so fiercely, that his mother was actually terrified. I followed him, and as soon as he would listen to me, represented to him how despicable as well as wicked was such an outbreak of temper: “for,” said I, “you have hurt, if not actually wounded, the dogs; you have distressed and terrified your mother, and spoiled your gun.”
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Portrait of Johann David Wyss Johann David Wyss The Swiss Family Robinson — Chapter 1

When we re-assembled in the cabin, we all displayed our treasures.
Fritz brought a couple of guns, shot-belt, powder-flasks, and plenty of bullets.
Ernest produced a cap full of nails, an axe, and a hammer, while pincers, chisels, and augers stuck out of all his pockets.
Little Franz carried a box, and eagerly began to show us the “nice sharp little hooks” it contained. “Well, done, Franz!” cried I, “these fish-hooks, which you, the youngest have found, may contribute more than anything else in the ship to save our lives by procuring food for us.
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Portrait of Johann David Wyss Johann David Wyss The Swiss Family Robinson — Chapter 1

Just try it.”
“Now,” said my wife, tasting the soup with the stick with which she had been stirring it, “dinner is ready, but where can Fritz be?” she continued, a little anxiously.
“How are we to eat our soup when he does come?” I asked; “we have neither plates nor spoons, and we can scarcely lift the boiling pot to our mouths. We are in as uncomfortable a position as was the fox to whom the stork served up a dinner in a jug with a long neck.”
“Oh, for a few cocoa-nut shells!” sighed Ernest.
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