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THE
next
day
,
the
24th
of
December
,
they
started
at
daybreak
.
The
heat
was
already
considerable
,
but
not
unbearable
,
and
the
road
was
smooth
and
good
,
and
allowed
the
cavalcade
to
make
speedy
progress
.
In
the
evening
they
camped
on
the
banks
of
the
White
Lake
,
the
waters
of
which
are
brackish
and
undrinkable
.
Jacques
Paganel
was
obliged
to
own
that
the
name
of
this
lake
was
a
complete
misnomer
,
for
the
waters
were
no
more
white
than
the
Black
Sea
is
black
,
or
the
Red
Sea
red
,
or
the
Yellow
River
yellow
,
or
the
Blue
Mountains
blue
.
However
,
he
argued
and
disputed
the
point
with
all
the
amour
propre
of
a
geographer
,
but
his
reasoning
made
no
impression
.
M.
Olbinett
prepared
the
evening
meal
with
his
accustomed
punctuality
,
and
after
this
was
dispatched
,
the
travelers
disposed
themselves
for
the
night
in
the
wagon
and
in
the
tent
,
and
were
soon
sleeping
soundly
,
notwithstanding
the
melancholy
howling
of
the
"
dingoes
,
"
the
jackals
of
Australia
.
A
magnificent
plain
,
thickly
covered
with
chrysanthemums
,
stretched
out
beyond
the
lake
,
and
Glenarvan
and
his
friends
would
gladly
have
explored
its
beauties
when
they
awoke
next
morning
,
but
they
had
to
start
.
As
far
as
the
eye
could
reach
,
nothing
was
visible
but
one
stretch
of
prairie
,
enameled
with
flower
,
in
all
the
freshness
and
abundance
of
spring
.
The
blue
flowers
of
the
slender-leaved
flax
,
combined
with
the
bright
hues
of
the
scarlet
acanthus
,
a
flower
peculiar
to
the
country
.
A
few
cassowaries
were
bounding
over
the
plain
,
but
it
was
impossible
to
get
near
them
.
The
Major
was
fortunate
enough
,
however
,
to
hit
one
very
rare
animal
with
a
ball
in
the
leg
.
This
was
the
jabiru
,
a
species
which
is
fast
disappearing
,
the
gigantic
crane
of
the
English
colonies
.
This
winged
creature
was
five
feet
high
,
and
his
wide
,
conical
,
extremely
pointed
beak
,
measured
eighteen
inches
in
length
.
The
violet
and
purple
tints
of
his
head
contrasted
vividly
with
the
glossy
green
of
his
neck
,
and
the
dazzling
whiteness
of
his
throat
,
and
the
bright
red
of
his
long
legs
.
Nature
seems
to
have
exhausted
in
its
favor
all
the
primitive
colors
on
her
palette
.
V.
IV
Verne
Great
admiration
was
bestowed
on
this
bird
,
and
the
Major
's
spoil
would
have
borne
the
honors
of
the
day
,
had
not
Robert
come
across
an
animal
a
few
miles
further
on
,
and
bravely
killed
it
.
It
was
a
shapeless
creature
,
half
porcupine
,
half
ant-eater
,
a
sort
of
unfinished
animal
belonging
to
the
first
stage
of
creation
.
A
long
glutinous
extensible
tongue
hung
out
of
his
jaws
in
search
of
the
ants
,
which
formed
its
principal
food
.
"
It
is
an
echidna
,
"
said
Paganel
.
"
Have
you
ever
seen
such
a
creature
?
"
"
It
is
horrible
,
"
replied
Glenarvan
.
