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Only
Cousin
Benedict
slept
,
perhaps
,
for
he
alone
did
not
suffer
from
the
common
impression
.
His
faculty
for
looking
forward
did
not
go
so
far
.
Suddenly
,
about
eleven
o'clock
,
a
prolonged
and
grave
roaring
was
heard
,
with
which
was
mingled
a
sort
of
sharper
shuddering
.
Tom
stood
up
and
stretched
out
his
hand
toward
a
dense
thicket
,
a
mile
or
more
distant
.
Dick
Sand
seized
his
arm
,
but
he
could
not
prevent
Tom
from
crying
in
a
loud
voice
:
"
The
lion
!
the
lion
!
"
This
roaring
,
which
he
had
so
often
heard
in
his
infancy
,
the
old
black
had
just
recognized
it
.
"
The
lion
!
"
he
repeated
.
Dick
Sand
,
incapable
of
controlling
himself
longer
,
rushed
,
cutlass
in
hand
,
to
the
place
occupied
by
Harris
.
Harris
was
no
longer
there
,
and
his
horse
had
disappeared
with
him
.
A
sort
of
revelation
took
place
in
Dick
Sand
's
mind
.
He
was
not
where
he
had
believed
he
was
!
So
it
was
not
on
the
American
coast
that
the
"
Pilgrim
"
had
gone
ashore
!
It
was
not
the
Isle
of
Paques
,
whose
bearing
the
novice
had
taken
at
sea
,
but
some
other
island
situated
exactly
to
the
west
of
this
continent
,
as
the
Isle
of
Paques
is
situated
to
the
west
of
America
The
compass
had
deceived
him
during
a
part
of
the
voyage
,
we
know
why
!
Led
away
by
the
tempest
over
a
false
route
,
he
must
have
doubled
Cape
Horn
,
and
from
the
Pacific
Ocean
he
had
passed
into
the
Atlantic
!
The
speed
of
his
ship
,
which
he
could
only
imperfectly
estimate
,
had
been
doubled
,
unknown
to
him
,
by
the
force
of
the
hurricane
!
