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

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birds of prey. We also buried our ostrich-eggs in the sand, so that we might fetch them the next day.
The sun was set when we rejoined the others. A good fire and a well-cooked supper awaited us. My wife was so frightened at the account of the bears, that she could not restrain her tears; and, although I assured her that the flesh of the bears would make capital meat, and was well worth having, she begged me not to return into the desert.
We lighted a large fire to guard us through the night, and our dogs, whose wounds my wife had washed and dressed, lay down beside it. The next morning it required a strong effort to tear us from our beds, so wearied out had we been the preceding day. We breakfasted in haste. The beasts were harnessed to the cart, and, after a pleasant little run, we arrived safe and sound at the cavern of the bears.
On approaching, we found the entrance of the cave filled by a troop of birds, whom, by their ruffled necks and the colour of their feathers, we should have taken to be turkey cocks, if a nearer examination had not convinced us that they were birds of prey, as we could see them flying out
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