Swiss Family Robinson

to the glory and undimmed splendor of the realm of Light and Blessedness.'
    Having interested the children, I then, leaving allegory, pressed simply and earnestly home to each young heart the truths I sought to teach; and, with a short prayer for a blessing on my words, brought the service to a close.
    After a thoughtful pause, we separated, and each employed himself as he felt disposed.
    I took some arrows, and endeavoured to point them with porcupine quills.
    Franz came to beg me make a little bow and arrow for him to shoot with, while Fritz asked my advice about the tiger-cat skin and the cases he was to contrive from it. Jack assisted with the arrow-making, and inserting a sharp spine at one end of each reed made it fast with pack-thread, and began to wish for glue to ensure its remaining firm.
    `Oh, Jack! Mamma's soup is as sticky as anything!' cried Franz. `Shall I run and ask for a cake of it?'
    `No, no, little goose! Better look for some real glue in the tool-box.'
    `There he will find glue, to be sure,' said I, `and the soup would scarcely have answered your purpose. But Jack, my boy, I do not like to hear you ridicule your little brother's idea. Some of the most valuable discoveries have been the result of thoughts which originally appeared no wiser than his.'
    While thus directing and assisting my sons, we were surprised by hearing a shot just over heads; at the same moment two small birds fell dead at our feet, and looking up, we beheld Ernest among the branches, as bending his face joyfully towards us, he cried, `Well hit! Well hit! A good shot, wasn't it?'
    Then slipping down the ladder, and picking up the birds, he brought them to me. One was a kind of thrush, the other a small dove called the ortolan , and esteemed a very great delicacy on account of its exquisite flavour .
    As the figs on which these birds came to feed were only just beginning to ripen, it was probable that they would soon flock in numbers to our trees; and by waiting until we could procure them in large quantities, we might provide ourselves with valuable food for the rainy season, by placing them, when half cooked, in casks with melted lard or butter poured over them.
    By this time Jack had pointed a good supply of arrows, and industriously practised archery. I finished the bow and arrows for Franz, and expected to be left in peace; but the young man next demanded a quiver, and I had to invent that also, to complete his equipment. It was easily done by stripping a piece of bark from a small tree, fitting a flat side and a bottom to it, and then a string. Attaching it to his shoulders, the youthful hunter filled it with arrows and went off; looking, as his mother said, like an innocent little Cupid, bent on conquest.
    Not long after this, we were summoned to dinner, and all right willingly obeyed the call.
    During the meal I interested the boys very much by proposing to decide on suitable names for the different spots we had visited on this coast.
    `For,' said I, `it will become more and more troublesome to explain what we mean, unless we do so. Besides which, we shall feel much more at home if we can talk as people do in inhabited countries: instead of saying, for instance, "the little island at the mouth of our bay, where we found the dead shark", "the large stream near our tent, across which we made the bridge", "that wood where we found cocoanuts, and caught the monkey", and so on. Let us begin by naming the bay in which we landed. What shall we call it?'
    ` Oyster Bay ,' said Fritz.
    `No, no!-- Lobster Bay ,' cried Jack, `in memory of the old fellow who took a fancy to my leg!'
    `I think,' observed his mother, `that, in token of gratitude for our escape, we should call it Safety Bay .'
    This name met with general approbation, and was forthwith fixed upon.
    Other names were quickly chosen. Our first place of abode we called Tentholm ; the islet in the bay, Shark's Island ; and the reedy swamp, Flamingo Marsh. It was some time before the serious question of a name for our leafy castle could be decided. But finally it was entitled Falconhurst ; and we then rapidly named the few remaining points: Prospect Hill, the eminence we first ascended; Cape Disappointment, from whose rocky heights we had strained our eyes in vain search for our ship's company; and Jackal River , as a name for the large stream at our landing place, concluded our geographical nomenclature.
    In the afternoon the boys went on with their various employments.