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"
"
In
fact
,
"
replied
Tom
,
"
they
say
that
these
grounds
have
been
softened
by
the
rain
;
but
,
however
,
it
has
not
rained
during
these
last
days
.
"
"
No
,
"
replied
Bat
;
"
but
the
storm
is
not
far
off
.
"
"
The
greater
reason
,
"
replied
Dick
Sand
,
"
why
we
should
hurry
and
get
clear
of
this
swamp
before
it
commences
.
Hercules
,
take
little
Jack
in
your
arms
.
Bat
,
Austin
,
keep
near
Mrs.
Weldon
,
so
as
to
be
able
to
help
her
if
necessary
.
You
,
Mr.
Benedict
--
Why
,
what
are
you
doing
,
Mr.
Benedict
?
"
"
I
am
falling
!
"
innocently
replied
Cousin
Benedict
,
who
had
just
disappeared
as
if
a
trap
had
been
suddenly
opened
beneath
his
feet
.
In
fact
,
the
poor
man
had
ventured
on
a
sort
of
quagmire
,
and
had
disappeared
half-way
in
the
sticky
mud
.
They
stretched
out
their
hands
,
and
he
rose
,
covered
with
slime
,
but
quite
satisfied
at
not
having
injured
his
precious
entomologist
's
box
.
Acteon
went
beside
him
,
and
made
it
his
duty
to
preserve
the
unlucky
,
near-sighted
man
from
any
new
disasters
.
Besides
,
Cousin
Benedict
had
made
rather
a
bad
choice
of
the
quagmire
for
his
plunge
.
When
they
drew
him
out
of
the
sticky
earth
a
large
quantity
of
bubbles
rose
to
the
surface
,
and
,
in
bursting
,
they
emitted
some
gases
of
a
suffocating
odor
.
Livingstone
,
who
had
been
sunk
up
to
his
chest
in
this
slime
,
compared
these
grounds
to
a
collection
of
enormous
sponges
,
made
of
black
,
porous
earth
,
from
which
numerous
streams
of
water
spouted
when
they
were
stepped
upon
.
These
places
were
always
very
dangerous
.
For
the
space
of
half
a
mile
Dick
Sand
and
his
companions
must
march
over
this
spongy
soil
.
It
even
became
so
bad
that
Mrs.
Weldon
was
obliged
to
stop
,
for
she
sank
deep
in
the
mire
.
Hercules
,
Bat
,
and
Austin
,
wishing
to
spare
her
the
unpleasantness
more
than
the
fatigue
of
a
passage
across
this
marshy
plain
,
made
a
litter
of
bamboos
,
on
which
she
consented
to
sit
.
Her
little
Jack
was
placed
in
her
arms
,
and
they
endeavored
to
cross
that
pestilential
marsh
in
the
quickest
manner
.
The
difficulties
were
great
.
Acteon
held
Cousin
Benedict
firmly
.
Tom
aided
Nan
,
who
,
without
him
,
would
have
disappeared
several
times
in
some
crevice
.
The
three
other
blacks
carried
the
litter
.
At
the
head
,
Dick
Sand
sounded
the
earth
.
The
choice
of
the
place
to
step
on
was
not
made
without
trouble
.
They
marched
from
preference
on
the
edges
,
which
were
covered
by
a
thick
and
tough
grass
.
Often
the
support
failed
,
and
they
sank
to
the
knees
in
the
slime
.
