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By
a
common
consent
they
decided
to
make
a
halt
at
this
place
.
The
question
then
was
,
not
to
establish
a
real
camp
,
but
to
simply
organize
a
resting-place
.
One
man
on
guard
,
relieved
every
two
hours
,
would
suffice
to
watch
during
the
night
,
neither
the
natives
nor
the
deer
being
truly
formidable
.
They
found
nothing
better
for
shelter
than
an
enormous
mango-tree
,
whose
large
branches
,
very
bushy
,
formed
a
kind
of
natural
veranda
.
If
necessary
,
they
could
nestle
in
the
branches
.
Only
,
on
the
arrival
of
the
little
troop
,
a
deafening
concert
arose
from
the
top
of
the
tree
.
The
mango
served
as
a
perch
for
a
colony
of
gray
parrots
,
prattling
,
quarrelsome
,
ferocious
birds
,
which
set
upon
living
birds
,
and
those
who
would
judge
them
from
their
congeners
which
Europe
keeps
in
cages
,
would
be
singularly
mistaken
.
These
parrots
jabbered
with
such
a
noise
that
Dick
Sand
thought
of
firing
at
them
to
oblige
them
to
be
silent
,
or
to
put
them
to
flight
.
But
Harris
dissuaded
him
,
under
the
pretext
that
in
these
solitudes
it
was
better
not
to
disclose
his
presence
by
the
detonation
of
a
fire-arm
.
"
Let
us
pass
along
without
noise
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
we
shall
pass
along
without
danger
.
"
Supper
was
prepared
at
once
,
without
any
need
of
proceeding
to
cook
food
.
It
was
composed
of
conserves
and
biscuit
.
A
little
rill
,
which
wound
under
the
plants
,
furnished
drinkable
water
,
which
they
did
not
drink
without
improving
it
with
a
few
drops
of
rum
.
As
to
dessert
,
the
mango
was
there
with
its
juicy
fruit
,
which
the
parrots
did
not
allow
to
be
picked
without
protesting
with
their
abominable
cries
.
At
the
end
of
the
supper
it
began
to
be
dark
.
The
shade
rose
slowly
from
the
ground
to
the
tops
of
the
trees
,
from
which
the
foliage
soon
stood
out
like
a
fine
tracery
on
the
more
luminous
background
of
the
sky
.
The
first
stars
seemed
to
be
shining
flowers
,
which
twinkled
at
the
end
of
the
last
branches
.
The
wind
went
down
with
the
night
,
and
no
longer
trembled
in
the
branches
of
the
trees
.
The
parrots
themselves
had
become
mute
.
Nature
was
going
to
rest
,
and
inviting
every
living
being
to
follow
her
in
this
deep
sleep
.
Preparations
for
retiring
had
to
be
of
a
very
primitive
character
.
"
Shall
we
not
light
a
large
fire
for
the
night
?
"
Dick
Sand
asked
the
