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Dick
Sand
,
of
course
,
could
not
be
familiar
with
the
habits
of
the
"
gueribas
,
"
neither
were
his
companions
,
or
this
not
hearing
them
would
have
undoubtedly
been
a
subject
of
surprise
.
They
awoke
then
,
one
after
the
other
,
much
refreshed
by
these
few
hours
of
repose
,
which
no
alarm
had
come
to
disturb
.
Little
Jack
was
not
the
last
to
stretch
his
arms
.
His
first
question
was
,
to
ask
if
Hercules
had
eaten
a
wolf
during
the
night
.
No
wolf
had
shown
himself
,
and
consequently
Hercules
had
not
yet
breakfasted
.
All
,
besides
,
were
fasting
like
him
,
and
after
the
morning
prayer
,
Nan
occupied
herself
preparing
the
repast
.
The
bill
of
fare
was
that
of
the
supper
of
the
night
before
,
but
with
appetites
sharpened
by
the
morning
air
of
the
forest
,
no
one
dreamed
of
being
difficult
to
please
.
It
was
necessary
,
above
all
,
to
gather
strength
for
a
good
day
's
march
,
and
they
did
it
.
For
the
first
time
,
perhaps
,
Cousin
Benedict
comprehended
that
to
eat
was
not
an
action
indifferent
or
useless
to
life
;
only
,
he
declared
that
he
had
not
come
to
"
visit
"
this
country
to
walk
with
his
hands
in
his
pockets
,
and
that
,
if
Hercules
prevented
him
from
chasing
the
"
cocuyos
,
"
and
other
luminous
flies
,
Hercules
would
have
some
trouble
with
him
.
This
threat
did
not
seem
to
frighten
the
giant
to
any
great
extent
.
However
,
Mrs.
Weldon
took
him
aside
and
told
him
that
,
perhaps
,
he
might
allow
his
big
baby
to
run
to
the
right
and
left
,
but
on
condition
that
he
did
not
lose
sight
of
him
.
It
would
not
do
to
completely
sever
Cousin
Benedict
from
the
pleasures
so
natural
to
his
age
.
At
seven
o'clock
in
the
morning
,
the
little
troop
took
up
their
journey
toward
the
east
,
preserving
the
order
of
march
that
had
been
adopted
the
previous
day
.
It
was
always
the
forest
.
On
this
virgin
soil
,
where
the
heat
and
the
moisture
agreed
to
produce
vegetation
,
it
might
well
be
thought
that
the
reign
of
growth
appeared
in
all
its
power
.
The
parallel
of
this
vast
plateau
was
almost
confounded
with
tropical
latitudes
,
and
,
during
certain
months
in
summer
,
the
sun
,
in
passing
to
the
zenith
,
darted
its
perpendicular
rays
there
.
There
was
,
therefore
,
an
enormous
quantity
of
imprisoned
heat
in
this
earth
,
of
which
the
subsoil
preserved
the
damp
.
Also
,
nothing
could
be
more
magnificent
than
this
succession
of
forests
,
or
rather
this
interminable
forest
.
Meanwhile
,
Dick
Sand
had
not
failed
to
observe
this
--
that
,
according
to
Harris
,
they
were
in
the
region
of
the
pampas
.
Now
,
pampas
is
a
word
from
the
"
quichna
"
language
,
which
signifies
a
plain
.
Now
,
if
his
recollections
did
not
deceive
him
,
he
believed
that
these
plains
presented
the
following
characteristics
:
Lack
of
water
,
absence
of
trees
,
a
failure
of
stones
,
an
almost
luxuriant
abundance
of
thistles
during
the
rainy
season
,
thistles
which
became
almost
shrubby
with
the
warm
season
,
and
then
formed
impenetrable
thickets
;
then
,
also
,
dwarf
trees
,
thorny
shrubs
,
the
whole
giving
to
these
plains
a
rather
arid
and
desolate
aspect
.
Now
,
it
had
not
been
thus
,
since
the
little
troop
,
guided
by
the
American
,
had
left
the
coast
.
The
forest
had
not
ceased
to
spread
to
the
limits
of
the
horizon
.
No
,
this
was
not
the
pampas
,
such
as
the
young
novice
had
imagined
them
.
Had
nature
,
as
Harris
had
told
him
,
been
able
to
make
a
region
apart
from
the
plateau
of
Atacama
,
of
which
he
knew
nothing
,
if
it
did
not
form
one
of
the
most
vast
deserts
of
South
America
,
between
the
Andes
and
the
Pacific
Ocean
?
