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But
,
a
circumstance
rather
curious
,
among
those
forest
productions
one
would
not
meet
a
single
specimen
of
that
numerous
family
of
palm-trees
which
counts
more
than
a
thousand
species
,
spread
in
profusion
over
almost
the
whole
surface
of
the
globe
.
Above
the
sea-shore
a
great
number
of
very
noisy
birds
were
flying
,
which
belonged
for
the
greater
part
to
different
varieties
of
swallows
,
of
black
plumage
,
with
a
steel-blue
shade
,
but
of
a
light
chestnut
color
on
the
upper
part
of
the
head
.
Here
and
there
also
rose
some
partridges
,
with
necks
entirely
white
,
and
of
a
gray
color
.
Mrs.
Weldon
and
Dick
Sand
observed
that
these
different
birds
did
not
appear
to
be
at
all
wild
.
They
approached
without
fearing
anything
.
Then
,
had
they
not
yet
learned
to
fear
the
presence
of
man
,
and
was
this
coast
so
deserted
that
the
detonation
of
a
firearm
had
never
been
heard
there
?
At
the
edge
of
the
rocks
were
walking
some
pelicans
of
the
species
of
"
pelican
minor
,
"
occupied
in
filling
with
little
fish
the
sack
which
they
carry
between
the
branches
of
their
lower
jaw
.
Some
gulls
,
coming
from
the
offing
,
commenced
to
fly
about
around
the
"
Pilgrim
.
"
Those
birds
were
the
only
living
creatures
that
seemed
to
frequent
this
part
of
the
coast
,
without
counting
,
indeed
,
numbers
of
interesting
insects
that
Cousin
Benedict
would
well
know
how
to
discover
.
But
,
however
little
Jack
would
have
it
,
one
could
not
ask
them
the
name
of
the
country
;
in
order
to
learn
it
,
it
would
be
necessary
to
address
some
native
.
There
were
none
there
,
or
at
least
,
there
was
not
one
to
be
seen
.
No
habitation
,
hut
,
or
cabin
,
neither
in
the
north
,
beyond
the
little
river
,
nor
in
the
south
,
nor
finally
on
the
upper
part
of
the
cliff
,
in
the
midst
of
the
trees
of
the
thick
forest
.
No
smoke
ascended
into
the
air
,
no
indication
,
mark
,
or
imprint
indicated
that
this
portion
of
the
continent
was
visited
by
human
beings
.
Dick
Sand
continued
to
be
very
much
surprised
.
"
Where
are
we
?
Where
can
we
be
?
"
he
asked
himself
.
"
What
!
nobody
to
speak
to
?
"
Nobody
,
in
truth
,
and
surely
,
if
any
native
had
approached
,
Dingo
would
have
scented
him
,
and
announced
him
by
a
bark
.
The
dog
went
backward
and
forward
on
the
strand
,
his
nose
to
the
ground
,
his
tail
down
,
growling
secretly
--
certainly
very
singular
behavior
--
but
neither
betraying
the
approach
of
man
nor
of
any
animal
whatsoever
.
"
Dick
,
look
at
Dingo
!
"
said
Mrs.
Weldon
.
"
Yes
,
that
is
very
strange
,
"
replied
the
novice
.
"
It
seems
as
if
he
were
trying
to
recover
a
scent
.
"
