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But
before
Ayrton
was
transferred
,
Harry
Grant
wished
to
do
the
honors
of
his
rock
to
his
friends
.
He
invited
them
to
visit
his
wooden
house
,
and
dine
with
him
in
Robinson
Crusoe
fashion
.
Glenarvan
and
his
friends
accepted
the
invitation
most
willingly
.
Robert
and
Mary
were
eagerly
longing
to
see
the
solitary
house
where
their
father
had
so
often
wept
at
the
thought
of
them
.
A
boat
was
manned
,
and
the
Captain
and
his
two
children
,
Lord
and
Lady
Glenarvan
,
the
Major
,
John
Mangles
,
and
Paganel
,
landed
on
the
shores
of
the
island
.
A
few
hours
sufficed
to
explore
the
whole
domain
of
Harry
Grant
.
It
was
in
fact
the
summit
of
a
submarine
mountain
,
a
plateau
composed
of
basaltic
rocks
and
volcanic
DEBRIS
.
During
the
geological
epochs
of
the
earth
,
this
mountain
had
gradually
emerged
from
the
depths
of
the
Pacific
,
through
the
action
of
the
subterranean
fires
,
but
for
ages
back
the
volcano
had
been
a
peaceful
mountain
,
and
the
filled-up
crater
,
an
island
rising
out
of
the
liquid
plain
.
Then
soil
formed
.
The
vegetable
kingdom
took
possession
of
this
new
land
.
Several
whalers
landed
domestic
animals
there
in
passing
;
goats
and
pigs
,
which
multiplied
and
ran
wild
,
and
the
three
kingdoms
of
nature
were
now
displayed
on
this
island
,
sunk
in
mid
ocean
.
When
the
survivors
of
the
shipwrecked
Britannia
took
refuge
there
,
the
hand
of
man
began
to
organize
the
efforts
of
nature
.
In
two
years
and
a
half
,
Harry
Grant
and
his
two
sailors
had
metamorphosed
the
island
.
Several
acres
of
well-cultivated
land
were
stocked
with
vegetables
of
excellent
quality
.
The
house
was
shaded
by
luxuriant
gum-trees
.
The
magnificent
ocean
stretched
before
the
windows
,
sparkling
in
the
sunlight
.
Harry
Grant
had
the
table
placed
beneath
the
grand
trees
,
and
all
the
guests
seated
themselves
.
A
hind
quarter
of
a
goat
,
nardou
bread
,
several
bowls
of
milk
,
two
or
three
roots
of
wild
endive
,
and
pure
fresh
water
,
composed
the
simple
repast
,
worthy
of
the
shepherds
of
Arcadia
.
Paganel
was
enchanted
.
His
old
fancies
about
Robinson
Crusoe
revived
in
full
force
.
"
He
is
not
at
all
to
be
pitied
,
that
scoundrel
,
Ayrton
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
enthusiastically
.
"
This
little
isle
is
just
a
paradise
!
"
"
Yes
,
"
replied
Harry
Grant
,
"
a
paradise
to
these
poor
,
shipwrecked
fellows
that
Heaven
had
pity
on
,
but
I
am
sorry
that
Maria
Theresa
was
not
an
extensive
and
fertile
island
,
with
a
river
instead
of
a
stream
,
and
a
port
instead
of
a
tiny
bay
exposed
to
the
open
sea
.
"
"
And
why
,
captain
?
"
asked
Glenarvan
.
