A close family who has found themselves stranded on an
island after a shipwreck - By J. D. Wyss

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Then we tied long ropes loosely round the necks of our dogs, meaning to take the ends up the ladder with us, so as to prevent them from straying away. Every one was eager to climb to the new hut, and the three eldest boys ran up like monkeys; then came their mother's turn; she took a little more time, being rather uncomfortable on the thin sway­ing ladder, but she arrived safely.
My own turn was last, and most difficult, for I carried little Francis on my back; and as I had released the foot of the ladder so that I might draw it up after me, it swung backwards and forwards more than ever.
At last, however, I arrived at the top, and drew the ladder up too. It seemed to the boys as if we were in one of the strong castles of old times, in which, when the drawbridge was raised, no enemy could get in. Notwithstanding, I kept the guns in readiness.
I was so tired with all I had done that I fell asleep almost instantly, and we all slept so soundly that it was broad daylight before any of us were awake.
We were so accustomed to lovely weather here in this beautiful climate that it was no surprise to us to find, when we waked from a sound and refreshing
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