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Portrait of Johann David Wyss Johann David Wyss The Swiss Family Robinson — Chapter 9

He ascended with remarkable agility the highest palms whose stems he could clasp. And when he put on the shark-skin buskins, which enabled him to take firm hold of larger trees, he played antics like a squirrel or a monkey: peeping and grinning at us, at first on one side of the stem, and then on the other, in a most diverting way.
Fritz and Ernest climbed well, but could not come near the grace and skill of their active and lively young brother.
Riding followed, and marvellous feats were performed, Fritz and Jack proving themselves very equal in their management of their different steeds.
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Portrait of Johann David Wyss Johann David Wyss The Swiss Family Robinson — Chapter 9

I smiled at the child's simplicity, and his funny application of the story of Milo of Crotona.
“The calf shall be yours, my boy. Make him as tame as you can, and we will see about letting you mount him some day; but remember he will be a great bull long before you are nearly a man. Now what will you call him?”
“Shall I call him Grumble, father? Hear what a low muttering noise he makes!”
“Grumble will do famously.”
“Grumble, Grumble. Oh, it beats your buffalo's name hollow, Jack!”
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Portrait of Johann David Wyss Johann David Wyss The Swiss Family Robinson — Chapter 9

I was anxious to visit Tentholm, for I feared that much of our precious stores might have suffered. Fritz and I made an excursion thither. The damage done to Falconhurst was as nothing compared to the scene that awaited us. The tent was blown to the ground, the canvas torn to rags, the provisions soaked, and two casks of powder utterly destroyed. We immediately spread such things as we hoped yet to preserve in the sun to dry.
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