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

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Fritz, a little ashamed, was dressed first; Jack soon after him, and Francis next; the ever-slothful Ernest was the last.
Breakfast over, we returned to the seaside to complete the unloading of the raft, that it might be ready for sea on the ebbing of the tide. We were not long in taking two cargoes to Falcon Stream. At our last trip the water was nearly up to our craft. I sent back my wife and the boys, and remained with Fritz till we were quite afloat, when, observing Jack still loitering near, I guessed at his wish, and allowed him to come with us. Shortly after, the tide was high enough for us to row off. Instead of steering for Deliverance Bay to moor our boats there, I was tempted by a fresh sea-breeze to go out again to the wreck; but it was too late to undertake much, and I did not want to pass another night on board. I therefore deter­mined to bring away only what we could pick up easily. Jack was up and down everywhere, and presently he shouted that he had found a wheel­barrow for carrying our potatoes.
But Fritz discovered behind the bulk-head amid-ship a pinnace—i.e., a small craft, the fore part of which is square—taken to pieces, and two small guns for its defence. This delighted me, but I
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