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"
There
was
once
,
"
said
Paganel
,
"
a
son
of
the
great
Haroun-al-Raschid
,
who
was
unhappy
,
and
went
to
consult
an
old
Dervish
.
The
old
sage
told
him
that
happiness
was
a
difficult
thing
to
find
in
this
world
.
'
However
,
'
he
added
,
'
I
know
an
infallible
means
of
procuring
your
happiness
.
'
'
What
is
it
?
'
asked
the
young
Prince
.
'
It
is
to
put
the
shirt
of
a
happy
man
on
your
shoulders
.
'
Whereupon
the
Prince
embraced
the
old
man
,
and
set
out
at
once
to
search
for
his
talisman
.
He
visited
all
the
capital
cities
in
the
world
.
He
tried
on
the
shirts
of
kings
,
and
emperors
,
and
princes
and
nobles
;
but
all
in
vain
:
he
could
not
find
a
man
among
them
that
was
happy
.
Then
he
put
on
the
shirts
of
artists
,
and
warriors
,
and
merchants
;
but
these
were
no
better
.
By
this
time
he
had
traveled
a
long
way
,
without
finding
what
he
sought
.
At
last
he
began
to
despair
of
success
,
and
began
sorrowfully
to
retrace
his
steps
back
to
his
father
's
palace
,
when
one
day
he
heard
an
honest
peasant
singing
so
merrily
as
he
drove
the
plow
,
that
he
thought
,
'
Surely
this
man
is
happy
,
if
there
is
such
a
thing
as
happiness
on
earth
.
'
Forthwith
he
accosted
him
,
and
said
,
'
Are
you
happy
?
'
'
Yes
,
'
was
the
reply
.
'
There
is
nothing
you
desire
?
'
'
Nothing
'
'
You
would
not
change
your
lot
for
that
of
a
king
?
'
'
Never
!
'
'
Well
,
then
,
sell
me
your
shirt
.
'
'
My
shirt
!
I
have
n't
one
!
'
"
BEFORE
turning
into
"
their
nest
,
"
as
Paganel
had
called
it
,
he
,
and
Robert
,
and
Glenarvan
climbed
up
into
the
observatory
to
have
one
more
inspection
of
the
liquid
plain
.
It
was
about
nine
o'clock
;
the
sun
had
just
sunk
behind
the
glowing
mists
of
the
western
horizon
.
The
eastern
horizon
was
gradually
assuming
a
most
stormy
aspect
.
A
thick
dark
bar
of
cloud
was
rising
higher
and
higher
,
and
by
degrees
extinguishing
the
stars
.
Before
long
half
the
sky
was
overspread
.
Evidently
motive
power
lay
in
the
cloud
itself
,
for
there
was
not
a
breath
of
wind
.
Absolute
calm
reigned
in
the
atmosphere
;
not
a
leaf
stirred
on
the
tree
,
not
a
ripple
disturbed
the
surface
of
the
water
.
There
seemed
to
be
scarcely
any
air
even
,
as
though
some
vast
pneumatic
machine
had
rarefied
it
.
The
entire
atmosphere
was
charged
to
the
utmost
with
electricity
,
the
presence
of
which
sent
a
thrill
through
the
whole
nervous
system
of
all
animated
beings
.
"
We
are
going
to
have
a
storm
,
"
said
Paganel
.
"
You
're
not
afraid
of
thunder
,
are
you
,
Robert
?
"
asked
Glenarvan
.
"
No
,
my
Lord
!
"
exclaimed
Robert
.
"
Well
,
my
boy
,
so
much
the
better
,
for
a
storm
is
not
far
off
.
"
"
And
a
violent
one
,
too
,
"
added
Paganel
,
"
if
I
may
judge
by
the
look
of
things
.
"
"
It
is
not
the
storm
I
care
about
,
"
said
Glenarvan
,
"
so
much
as
the
torrents
of
rain
that
will
accompany
it
.
We
shall
be
soaked
to
the
skin
.
Whatever
you
may
say
,
Paganel
,
a
nest
wo
n't
do
for
a
man
,
and
you
will
learn
that
soon
,
to
your
cost
.
"
"
With
the
help
of
philosophy
,
it
will
,
"
replied
Paganel
.
