This is taken from the first part of chapter 4 in the story of The Swiss Family Robinson. My poor boy now began to complain of fatigue ; the sugar- canes galled his shoulders, and he was obliged to shift them
often. At last, he stopped to take breath.—" No," cried he, " I never could have thousht that a few sugar-canes could be
so heavy. How sincerely I pity the poor negroes who carry
heavy loads of them. Yet how glad I shall be when my mother
and Ernest are tasting them...