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"
All
right
,
"
said
Pencroft
;
"
go
on
,
my
boy
.
"
They
both
walked
to
the
foot
of
the
enormous
wall
over
the
beach
,
far
from
which
the
tide
had
now
retreated
;
but
instead
of
going
towards
the
north
,
they
went
southward
.
Pencroft
had
remarked
,
several
hundred
feet
from
the
place
at
which
they
landed
,
a
narrow
cutting
,
out
of
which
he
thought
a
river
or
stream
might
issue
.
Now
,
on
the
one
hand
it
was
important
to
settle
themselves
in
the
neighborhood
of
a
good
stream
of
water
,
and
on
the
other
it
was
possible
that
the
current
had
thrown
Cyrus
Harding
on
the
shore
there
.
The
cliff
,
as
has
been
said
,
rose
to
a
height
of
three
hundred
feet
,
but
the
mass
was
unbroken
throughout
,
and
even
at
its
base
,
scarcely
washed
by
the
sea
,
it
did
not
offer
the
smallest
fissure
which
would
serve
as
a
dwelling
.
It
was
a
perpendicular
wall
of
very
hard
granite
,
which
even
the
waves
had
not
worn
away
.
Towards
the
summit
fluttered
myriads
of
sea-fowl
,
and
especially
those
of
the
web-footed
species
with
long
,
flat
,
pointed
beaks
--
a
clamorous
tribe
,
bold
in
the
presence
of
man
,
who
probably
for
the
first
time
thus
invaded
their
domains
.
Pencroft
recognized
the
skua
and
other
gulls
among
them
,
the
voracious
little
sea-mew
,
which
in
great
numbers
nestled
in
the
crevices
of
the
granite
.
A
shot
fired
among
this
swarm
would
have
killed
a
great
number
,
but
to
fire
a
shot
a
gun
was
needed
,
and
neither
Pencroft
nor
Herbert
had
one
;
besides
this
,
gulls
and
sea-mews
are
scarcely
eatable
,
and
even
their
eggs
have
a
detestable
taste
.
However
,
Herbert
,
who
had
gone
forward
a
little
more
to
the
left
,
soon
came
upon
rocks
covered
with
sea-weed
,
which
,
some
hours
later
,
would
be
hidden
by
the
high
tide
.
On
these
rocks
,
in
the
midst
of
slippery
wrack
,
abounded
bivalve
shell-fish
,
not
to
be
despised
by
starving
people
.
Herbert
called
Pencroft
,
who
ran
up
hastily
.
"
Here
are
mussels
!
"
cried
the
sailor
;
"
these
will
do
instead
of
eggs
!
"
"
They
are
not
mussels
,
"
replied
Herbert
,
who
was
attentively
examining
the
molluscs
attached
to
the
rocks
;
"
they
are
lithodomes
.
"
"
Are
they
good
to
eat
?
"
asked
Pencroft
.
"
Perfectly
so
.
"
"
Then
let
us
eat
some
lithodomes
.
"
The
sailor
could
rely
upon
Herbert
;
the
young
boy
was
well
up
in
natural
history
,
and
always
had
had
quite
a
passion
for
the
science
.
His
father
had
encouraged
him
in
it
,
by
letting
him
attend
the
lectures
of
the
best
professors
in
Boston
,
who
were
very
fond
of
the
intelligent
,
industrious
lad
.
And
his
turn
for
natural
history
was
,
more
than
once
in
the
course
of
time
,
of
great
use
,
and
he
was
not
mistaken
in
this
instance
.
These
lithodomes
were
oblong
shells
,
suspended
in
clusters
and
adhering
very
tightly
to
the
rocks
.
They
belong
to
that
species
of
molluscous
perforators
which
excavate
holes
in
the
hardest
stone
;
their
shell
is
rounded
at
both
ends
,
a
feature
which
is
not
remarked
in
the
common
mussel
.
