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136 THE SWISS FAMILY ROBINSON |
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them were immediately laid flat; the remainder plunged into the sea, dived, and disappeared.
Arrived at Falcon Stream, my wife showed us a good store of potatoes which she had dug up during our absence, and some of the roots I had taken for manioc or tapioca.
' But now,' I said, ' for supper, and if anyone should be industriously inclined to-morrow I will teach them a new trade.'
I waked the boys very early, reminding them that I had promised to teach them a new trade.
' What is it ? What is it ?' they all exclaimed at once, springing suddenly out of bed and hurrying into their clothes.
' It is the art of the baker,' I answered. ' Hand me those iron plates that we brought yesterday from the ship, and the tobacco-graters also. Ernest, bring the manioc-root; and I want a small bag made of a piece of strong cloth.'
My wife set to work to make one, but she first filled a copper boiler with potatoes and put it on the fire, that we might not be without something to eat at dinner-time if my bread-making turned out a failure. In the meanwhile, I spread a piece of coarse linen on the ground, and, giving each of the boys a grater, showed him how to grate the roots of manioc. In |
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