The Swiss Family Robinson (Penguin Classics)
Soon to be a major motion picture from Disney, this beloved classic is published here in its authoritative original English version
One of the world?s best-loved stories of shipwreck and survival, The Swiss Family Robinson portrays a family?s struggle to create a new life for themselves on a strange and fantastic tropical island. Blown off course by a raging storm, the family?a Swiss pastor, his wife, their four young sons, plus two dogs and a shipload of livestock?must rely on one another in order to adapt to their needs the natural wonders of their exotic new home. Inspired by Daniel Defoe?s Robinson Crusoe, this classic story of invention and adventure has fired the imaginations of readers since it first appeared in 1812. Freely translated over the years, with major sections excised and new subplots added, the novel is published here in its original English translation, fully restored for a new generation of readers.
the entrance of the tree by a door of bark, more effectually to conceal it, in case savages should visit us. I then laid out the extent of the grotto at pleasure, for we had ample space. We began by dividing it into two parts; that on the right of the entrance was to be our dwelling; on the left were, first, our kitchen, then the workshop and the stables; behind these were the store–rooms and the cellar. In order to give light and air to our apartments, it was necessary to insert in the rock the
hare; it leaped among the grass, sometimes sitting upright, and rubbing its mouth with its forepaws; sometimes seeking for roots, and gnawing them like a squirrel. If I had not been afraid it would escape me, I would have tried to take it alive, it seemed so very tame." As we were talking, Jack had been trying, with many grimaces, to force an oyster open with his knife. I laughed at his vain endeavours, and putting some on the fire, showed him them open of themselves. I had no taste for oysters
bless her happy children here. Then from this quiet, lovely home, Never, never, may we roam; All we love around us smile, Joyful is our desert isle. We all joined in the chorus, and none of us thought of the ship, of Europe, or of anything that was passing in the world. The island was our universe, and Tent House was a palace we would not have exchanged for any the world contained. This was one of those happy days that God grants us sometimes on earth, to give us an idea of the bliss of
some machinery which went by water; this machinery moved some hammers, which pounded and mixed the ingredients—was not this the case, father?" "Something like it," said I; "but we have many things to do before making powder. First, we must go to sleep; we must set out before daybreak, if we intend to return to–morrow evening." We did indeed rise before the sun, which would not rise for us. The sky was very cloudy, and shortly we had an abundant and incessant rain, which obliged us to defer our
compressed part remains narrow. They then open the top, and extract the contents by putting in pebbles and shaking it. By this means they have a complete bottle." We worked on. Fritz completed a dish and some plates, to his great satisfaction, but we considered, that being so frail, we could not carry them with us. We therefore filled them with sand, that the sun might not warp them, and left them to dry, till we returned. As we went on, Fritz amused himself with cutting spoons from the rind of