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"
A
river
which
has
n't
a
name
is
like
having
no
civil
standing
.
It
has
no
existence
in
the
eye
of
geographical
law
.
"
He
christened
them
forthwith
,
without
the
least
hesitation
,
and
marked
them
down
on
the
map
,
qualifying
them
with
the
most
high-sounding
adjectives
he
could
find
in
the
Spanish
language
.
"
What
a
language
!
"
he
said
.
"
How
full
and
sonorous
it
is
!
It
is
like
the
metal
church
bells
are
made
of
--
composed
of
seventy-eight
parts
of
copper
and
twenty-two
of
tin
.
"
"
But
,
I
say
,
do
you
make
any
progress
in
it
?
"
asked
Glenarvan
.
"
Most
certainly
,
my
dear
Lord
.
Ah
,
if
it
was
n't
the
accent
,
that
wretched
accent
!
"
And
for
want
of
better
work
,
Paganel
whiled
away
the
time
along
the
road
by
practising
the
difficulties
in
pronunciation
,
repeating
all
the
break-jaw
words
he
could
,
though
still
making
geographical
observations
.
Any
question
about
the
country
that
Glenarvan
might
ask
the
CATAPEZ
was
sure
to
be
answered
by
the
learned
Frenchman
before
he
could
reply
,
to
the
great
astonishment
of
the
guide
,
who
gazed
at
him
in
bewilderment
.
About
two
o'clock
that
same
day
they
came
to
a
cross
road
,
and
naturally
enough
Glenarvan
inquired
the
name
of
it
.
"
It
is
the
route
from
Yumbel
to
Los
Angeles
,
"
said
Paganel
.
Glenarvan
looked
at
the
CATAPEZ
,
who
replied
:
"
Quite
right
.
"
