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

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The boys were all delighted with the idea and anxious to practise.
My first throws were quite successful, and the string with the balls at the end knotted itself round the little tree at which I had flung it. In a short time Fritz, who was the cleverest at this kind of thing, became quite expert in the art, and took his balls with him wherever he went.
The next morning, as I was dressing, I noticed that the sea was very rough and great waves were rolling in. I stayed at the camp, therefore, all day and made a minute examination of all our various possessions at Falcon Stream. After this I planted the young fruit-trees we had brought from the ship, and the day passed quickly and pleasantly. In the evening I proposed that we should start early next morning, and go to the wood where the gourds grew, as we were in want of more dishes.
By sunrise the next day all were on foot. The donkey was harnessed to the sledge, on which we placed provisions and some powder and shot. Turk led the way as our advanced guard, next followed the three eldest boys; after them, their mother, leading Francis ; and Flora brought up the rear, with the monkey on her back.
We set out, full of good humour and high-spirits.
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