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Through
this
opening
the
whole
party
passed
and
reached
the
top
of
the
cliff
by
a
pretty
steep
path
.
Robert
climbed
like
a
young
cat
,
and
was
the
first
on
the
summit
,
to
the
despair
of
Paganel
,
who
was
quite
ashamed
to
see
his
long
legs
,
forty
years
old
,
out-distanced
by
a
young
urchin
of
twelve
.
However
,
he
was
far
ahead
of
the
Major
,
who
gave
himself
no
concern
on
the
subject
.
They
were
all
soon
assembled
on
the
lofty
crags
,
and
from
this
elevation
could
command
a
view
of
the
whole
plain
below
.
It
appeared
entirely
uncultivated
,
and
covered
with
shrubs
and
bushes
.
Glenarvan
thought
it
resembled
some
glens
in
the
lowlands
of
Scotland
,
and
Paganel
fancied
it
like
some
barren
parts
of
Britanny
.
But
along
the
coast
the
country
appeared
to
be
inhabited
,
and
significant
signs
of
industry
revealed
the
presence
of
civilized
men
,
not
savages
.
"
A
mill
!
"
exclaimed
Robert
.
And
,
sure
enough
,
in
the
distance
the
long
sails
of
a
mill
appeared
,
apparently
about
three
miles
off
.
"
It
certainly
is
a
windmill
,
"
said
Paganel
,
after
examining
the
object
in
question
through
his
telescope
.
"
Let
us
go
to
it
,
then
,
"
said
Glenarvan
.
Away
they
started
,
and
,
after
walking
about
half
an
hour
,
the
country
began
to
assume
a
new
aspect
,
suddenly
changing
its
sterility
for
cultivation
.
Instead
of
bushes
,
quick-set
hedges
met
the
eye
,
inclosing
recent
clearings
.
Several
bullocks
and
about
half
a
dozen
horses
were
feeding
in
meadows
,
surrounded
by
acacias
supplied
from
the
vast
plantations
of
Kangaroo
Island
.
Gradually
fields
covered
with
cereals
came
in
sight
,
whole
acres
covered
with
bristling
ears
of
corn
,
hay-ricks
in
the
shape
of
large
bee-hives
,
blooming
orchards
,
a
fine
garden
worthy
of
Horace
,
in
which
the
useful
and
agreeable
were
blended
;
then
came
sheds
;
commons
wisely
distributed
,
and
last
of
all
,
a
plain
comfortable
dwelling-house
,
crowned
by
a
joyous-sounding
mill
,
and
fanned
and
shaded
by
its
long
sails
as
they
kept
constantly
moving
round
.
Just
at
that
moment
a
pleasant-faced
man
,
about
fifty
years
of
age
,
came
out
of
the
house
,
warned
,
by
the
loud
barking
of
four
dogs
,
of
the
arrival
of
strangers
.
He
was
followed
by
five
handsome
strapping
lads
,
his
sons
,
and
their
mother
,
a
fine
tall
woman
.
There
was
no
mistaking
the
little
group
.
This
was
a
perfect
type
of
the
Irish
colonist
--
a
man
who
,
weary
of
the
miseries
of
his
country
,
had
come
,
with
his
family
,
to
seek
fortune
and
happiness
beyond
the
seas
.
Before
Glenarvan
and
his
party
had
time
to
reach
the
house
and
present
themselves
in
due
form
,
they
heard
the
cordial
words
:
"
Strangers
!
welcome
to
the
house
of
Paddy
O'Moore
!
"
