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Thus
we
advanced
to
the
foot
of
the
hill
without
encountering
anything
to
alarm
us
,
except
,
indeed
,
once
,
when
we
were
passing
close
under
a
part
of
the
hill
which
was
hidden
from
our
view
by
the
broad
leaves
of
the
banana-trees
,
which
grew
in
great
luxuriance
in
that
part
.
Jack
was
just
preparing
to
force
his
way
through
this
thicket
when
we
were
startled
and
arrested
by
a
strange
pattering
or
rumbling
sound
,
which
appeared
to
us
quite
different
from
any
of
the
sounds
we
had
heard
during
the
previous
part
of
our
walk
.
"
Hallo
!
"
cried
Peterkin
,
stopping
short
,
and
grasping
his
club
with
both
hands
;
"
what
's
that
?
"
Neither
of
us
replied
;
but
Jack
seized
his
axe
in
his
right
hand
,
while
with
the
other
he
pushed
aside
the
broad
leaves
and
endeavoured
to
peer
amongst
them
.
"
I
can
see
nothing
,
"
he
said
after
a
short
pause
.
"
I
think
it
--
"
Again
the
rumbling
sound
came
,
louder
than
before
,
and
we
all
sprang
back
and
stood
on
the
defensive
.
For
myself
,
having
forgotten
my
club
,
and
not
having
taken
the
precaution
to
cut
another
,
I
buttoned
my
jacket
,
doubled
my
fists
,
and
threw
myself
into
a
boxing
attitude
.
I
must
say
,
however
,
that
I
felt
somewhat
uneasy
;
and
my
companions
afterwards
confessed
that
their
thoughts
at
this
moment
had
been
instantly
filled
with
all
they
had
ever
heard
or
read
of
wild
beasts
and
savages
,
torturings
at
the
stake
,
roastings
alive
,
and
such-like
horrible
things
.
Suddenly
the
pattering
noise
increased
with
tenfold
violence
.
It
was
followed
by
a
fearful
crash
among
the
bushes
,
which
was
rapidly
repeated
,
as
if
some
gigantic
animal
were
bounding
towards
us
.
In
another
moment
an
enormous
rock
came
crashing
through
the
shrubbery
,
followed
by
a
cloud
of
dust
and
small
stones
,
and
flew
close
past
the
spot
where
we
stood
,
carrying
bushes
and
young
trees
along
with
it
.
"
Pooh
!
is
that
all
?
"
exclaimed
Peterkin
,
wiping
the
perspiration
off
his
forehead
.
"
Why
,
I
thought
it
was
all
the
wild
men
and
beasts
in
the
South
Sea
Islands
,
galloping
on
in
one
grand
charge
to
sweep
us
off
the
face
of
the
earth
,
instead
of
a
mere
stone
tumbling
down
the
mountain-side
!
"
"
Nevertheless
,
"
remarked
Jack
,
"
if
that
same
stone
had
hit
any
of
us
it
would
have
rendered
the
charge
you
speak
of
quite
unnecessary
,
Peterkin
.
"
This
was
true
,
and
I
felt
very
thankful
for
our
escape
.
On
examining
the
spot
more
narrowly
,
we
found
that
it
lay
close
to
the
foot
of
a
very
rugged
precipice
,
from
which
stones
of
various
sizes
were
always
tumbling
at
intervals
.
Indeed
,
the
numerous
fragments
lying
scattered
all
round
might
have
suggested
the
cause
of
the
sound
had
we
not
been
too
suddenly
alarmed
to
think
of
anything
.
