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Dick
Sand
lowered
his
gun
,
realizing
that
a
few
pounds
of
honey
were
worth
more
than
one
bird
;
and
Cousin
Benedict
and
he
followed
the
bird
,
which
rose
and
flew
away
,
inviting
them
to
go
with
it
.
They
had
not
far
to
go
,
and
a
few
minutes
after
,
some
old
trunks
,
hidden
in
between
the
spurges
,
appeared
in
the
midst
of
an
intense
buzzing
of
bees
.
Cousin
Benedict
would
have
preferred
not
to
have
robbed
these
industrious
hymenopters
of
the
"
fruit
of
their
labors
,
"
as
he
expressed
it
.
But
Dick
Sand
did
not
understand
it
in
that
way
.
He
smoked
out
the
bees
with
some
dry
herbs
and
obtained
a
considerable
quantity
of
honey
.
Then
leaving
to
the
indicator
the
cakes
of
wax
,
which
made
its
share
of
the
profit
,
Cousin
Benedict
and
he
returned
to
the
boat
.
The
honey
was
well
received
,
but
it
was
but
little
,
and
,
in
fact
,
all
would
have
suffered
cruelly
from
hunger
,
if
,
during
the
day
of
the
12th
,
the
boat
had
not
stopped
near
a
creek
where
some
locusts
swarmed
.
They
covered
the
ground
and
the
shrubs
in
myriads
,
two
or
three
deep
.
Now
,
Cousin
Benedict
not
failing
to
say
that
the
natives
frequently
eat
these
orthopters
--
which
was
perfectly
true
--
they
took
possession
of
this
manna
.
There
was
enough
to
fill
the
boat
ten
times
,
and
broiled
over
a
mild
fire
,
these
edible
locusts
would
have
seemed
excellent
even
to
less
famished
people
.
Cousin
Benedict
,
for
his
part
,
eat
a
notable
quantity
of
them
,
sighing
,
it
is
true
--
still
,
he
eat
them
.
Nevertheless
,
it
was
time
for
this
long
series
of
moral
and
physical
trials
to
come
to
an
end
.
Although
drifting
on
this
rapid
river
was
not
so
fatiguing
as
had
been
the
walking
through
the
first
forests
near
the
coast
,
still
,
the
excessive
heat
of
the
day
,
the
damp
mists
at
night
,
and
the
incessant
attacks
of
the
mosquitoes
,
made
this
descent
of
the
watercourse
very
painful
.
It
was
time
to
arrive
somewhere
,
and
yet
Dick
Sand
could
see
no
limit
to
the
journey
.
Would
it
last
eight
days
or
a
month
?
Nothing
indicated
an
answer
.
Had
the
river
flowed
directly
to
the
west
,
they
would
have
already
reached
the
northern
coast
of
Angola
;
but
the
general
direction
had
been
rather
to
the
north
,
and
they
could
travel
thus
a
long
time
before
reaching
the
coast
.
Dick
Sand
was
,
therefore
,
extremely
anxious
,
when
a
sudden
change
of
direction
took
place
on
the
morning
of
the
14th
of
July
.
Little
Jack
was
in
the
front
of
the
boat
,
and
he
was
gazing
through
the
thatch
,
when
a
large
expanse
of
water
appeared
on
the
horizon
.
"
The
sea
!
"
he
shouted
.
At
this
word
Dick
Sand
trembled
,
and
came
close
to
little
Jack
.
