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So
,
ten
minutes
after
,
all
those
carried
by
the
"
Pilgrim
"
had
landed
at
the
foot
of
the
cliff
.
So
then
,
after
a
voyage
long
delayed
by
calms
,
then
favored
by
winds
from
the
northwest
and
from
the
southwest
--
a
voyage
which
had
not
lasted
less
than
seventy-four
days
--
the
"
Pilgrim
"
had
just
run
aground
!
However
,
Mrs.
Weldon
.
and
her
companions
thanked
Providence
,
because
they
were
in
safety
.
In
fact
,
it
was
on
a
continent
,
and
not
on
one
of
the
fatal
isles
of
Polynesia
,
that
the
tempest
had
thrown
them
.
Their
return
to
their
country
,
from
any
point
of
South
America
on
which
they
should
land
,
ought
not
,
it
seemed
,
to
present
serious
difficulties
.
As
to
the
"
Pilgrim
,
"
she
was
lost
.
She
was
only
a
carcass
without
value
,
of
which
the
surf
was
going
to
disperse
the
débris
in
a
few
hours
.
It
would
be
impossible
to
save
anything
.
But
if
Dick
Sand
had
not
that
joy
of
bringing
back
a
vessel
intact
to
his
ship-owner
,
at
least
,
thanks
to
him
,
those
who
sailed
in
her
were
safe
and
sound
on
some
hospitable
coast
,
and
among
them
,
the
wife
and
child
of
James
W.
Weldon
.
As
to
the
question
of
knowing
on
what
part
of
the
American
coast
the
schooner
had
been
wrecked
,
they
might
dispute
it
for
a
long
time
.
Was
it
,
as
Dick
Sand
must
suppose
,
on
the
shore
of
Peru
?
Perhaps
,
for
he
knew
,
even
by
the
bearings
of
the
Isle
of
Paques
,
that
the
"
Pilgrim
"
had
been
thrown
to
the
northeast
under
the
action
of
the
winds
;
and
also
,
without
doubt
,
under
the
influence
of
the
currents
of
the
equatorial
zone
.
From
the
forty-third
degree
of
latitude
,
it
had
,
indeed
,
been
possible
to
drift
to
the
fifteenth
.
It
was
then
important
to
determine
,
as
soon
as
possible
,
the
precise
point
of
the
coast
where
the
schooner
had
just
been
lost
.
Granted
that
this
coast
was
that
of
Peru
,
ports
,
towns
and
villages
were
not
lacking
,
and
consequently
it
would
be
easy
to
gain
some
inhabited
place
.
As
to
this
part
of
the
coast
,
it
seemed
deserted
.
It
was
a
narrow
beach
,
strewed
with
black
rocks
,
shut
off
by
a
cliff
of
medium
height
,
very
irregularly
cut
up
by
large
funnels
due
to
the
rupture
of
the
rock
.
Here
and
there
a
few
gentle
declivities
gave
access
to
its
crest
.
In
the
north
,
at
a
quarter
of
a
mile
from
the
stranding
place
,
was
the
mouth
of
a
little
river
,
which
could
not
have
been
perceived
from
the
offing
.
On
its
banks
hung
numerous
rhizomas
,
sorts
of
mangroves
,
essentially
distinct
from
their
congeners
of
India
.
The
crest
of
the
cliff
--
that
was
soon
discovered
--
was
overhung
by
a
thick
forest
,
whose
verdant
masses
undulated
before
the
eyes
,
and
extended
as
far
as
the
mountains
in
the
background
.
There
,
if
Cousin
Benedict
had
been
a
botanist
,
how
many
trees
,
new
to
him
,
would
not
have
failed
to
provoke
his
admiration
.
There
were
high
baobabs
--
to
which
,
however
,
an
extraordinary
longevity
has
been
falsely
attributed
--
the
bark
of
which
resembles
Egyptian
syenite
,
Bourbon
palms
,
white
pines
,
tamarind-trees
,
pepper-plants
of
a
peculiar
species
,
and
a
hundred
other
plants
that
an
American
is
not
accustomed
to
see
in
the
northern
region
of
the
New
Continent
.
