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

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A VISITOR                                 289
She took her cormorant under her arm, and jumping into the cajack, in two strokes of the oars was twenty paces from the shore ; she then passed a large copper ring round the neck of the cor­morant, so that he could not swallow the fish he caught. Thus prepared, she placed him on the edge of the boat, and remained perfectly still.
The fishing soon commenced, and it was a droll sight to see the feathered fisherman, his neck stretched out, his eye fixed steadily on the water. Every now and then he gave a plunge and re­appeared with a fine fish—a trout, a silver-fish or a salmon—which he carried to his young mistress. After he had caught enough, she took the ring off his neck, gave him some of the fish as a reward, and returned.
When our pearls were all extracted we counted them and found four hundred, among which were some extraordinarily large ones. There was nothing for supper except Emily's fish; my sons, therefore, took their guns and game-bags, intending to go and shoot some birds in the Wood of Truffles. Emily went with them, and having killed a snipe on the wing, elicited unbounded applause from my sons, who, when they returned home, lauded her performance to the skies.
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