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"
And
then
I
should
have
one
advantage
,
which
is
by
no
means
inconsiderable
--
I
should
find
fellow-countrymen
at
Senegal
,
and
that
is
not
far
away
from
those
islands
.
I
am
quite
aware
that
the
group
is
said
to
be
devoid
of
much
interest
,
and
wild
,
and
unhealthy
;
but
everything
is
curious
in
the
eyes
of
a
geographer
.
Seeing
is
a
science
.
There
are
people
who
do
not
know
how
to
use
their
eyes
,
and
who
travel
about
with
as
much
intelligence
as
a
shell-fish
.
But
that
's
not
in
my
line
,
I
assure
you
.
"
"
Please
yourself
,
Monsieur
Paganel
.
I
have
no
doubt
geographical
science
will
be
a
gainer
by
your
sojourn
in
the
Cape
Verde
Islands
.
We
must
go
in
there
anyhow
for
coal
,
so
your
disembarkation
will
not
occasion
the
least
delay
.
"
The
captain
gave
immediate
orders
for
the
yacht
to
continue
her
route
,
steering
to
the
west
of
the
Canary
group
,
and
leaving
Teneriffe
on
her
larboard
.
She
made
rapid
progress
,
and
passed
the
Tropic
of
Cancer
on
the
second
of
September
at
5
A.
M.
The
weather
now
began
to
change
,
and
the
atmosphere
became
damp
and
heavy
.
It
was
the
rainy
season
,
"
le
tempo
das
aguas
,
"
as
the
Spanish
call
it
,
a
trying
season
to
travelers
,
but
useful
to
the
inhabitants
of
the
African
Islands
,
who
lack
trees
and
consequently
water
.
The
rough
weather
prevented
the
passengers
from
going
on
deck
,
but
did
not
make
the
conversation
any
less
animated
in
the
saloon
.
On
the
3d
of
September
Paganel
began
to
collect
his
luggage
to
go
on
shore
.
The
Duncan
was
already
steaming
among
the
Islands
.
She
passed
Sal
,
a
complete
tomb
of
sand
lying
barren
and
desolate
,
and
went
on
among
the
vast
coral
reefs
and
athwart
the
Isle
of
St.
Jacques
,
with
its
long
chain
of
basaltic
mountains
,
till
she
entered
the
port
of
Villa
Praya
and
anchored
in
eight
fathoms
of
water
before
the
town
.
The
weather
was
frightful
,
and
the
surf
excessively
violent
,
though
the
bay
was
sheltered
from
the
sea
winds
.
The
rain
fell
in
such
torrents
that
the
town
was
scarcely
visible
through
it
.
It
rose
on
a
plain
in
the
form
of
a
terrace
,
buttressed
on
volcanic
rocks
three
hundred
feet
high
.
The
appearance
of
the
island
through
the
thick
veil
of
rain
was
mournful
in
the
extreme
.
Lady
Helena
could
not
go
on
shore
as
she
had
purposed
;
indeed
,
even
coaling
was
a
difficult
business
,
and
the
passengers
had
to
content
themselves
below
the
poop
as
best
they
might
.
Naturally
enough
,
the
main
topic
of
conversation
was
the
weather
.
Everybody
had
something
to
say
about
it
except
the
Major
,
who
surveyed
the
universal
deluge
with
the
utmost
indifference
.
Paganel
walked
up
and
down
shaking
his
head
.
"
It
is
clear
enough
,
Paganel
,
"
said
Lord
Glenarvan
,
"
that
the
elements
are
against
you
.
"
"
I
'll
be
even
with
them
for
all
that
,
"
replied
the
Frenchman
.
"
You
could
not
face
rain
like
that
,
Monsieur
Paganel
,
"
said
Lady
Helena
.
