The Solitary of Juan Fernandez, or the Real Robinson Crusoe by Joseph Xavier Saintine
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These were the enemies whose invasion had so alarmed him. It is now the middle of the month of February, the period of the greatest tropical heats, and these amphibia, having left the shores of Chili or Peru, are accomplishing one of their periodical migrations. They have just taken possession of the island, one of their accustomed stations. But the island has now a master. Where he expected to encounter a peril, Selkirk finds amusement, a subject of study, perhaps a resource. A long time ago he has read, in the narratives of voyagers, singular stories concerning these marine animals, these _lions_, these _sea-elephants_, flocks of old Neptune, who have their chiefs, their pacha; who are acquainted with and practise the discipline of war; stationing vigilant sentinels in the spots they occupy, communicating to each other a pass-word, and attentive to the _Qui vive_? He spies them, he watches them, he takes pleasure in examining their grotesque forms,--half quadruped, half fish; their feet encased in a sort of web, and terminated by crooked claws, with which they creep on the earth; their skins, covered with short and glossy hair; their round heads and eyes. He is a witness of their sports, their combats; but very soon their frightful roaring and bellowing annoys him, and makes him regret the silence of his solitude. Another cause of complaint against them soon arises. |
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