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"
A
condor
,
"
said
Paganel
.
"
Yes
,
a
condor
,
"
replied
Glenarvan
.
"
Who
knows
?
He
is
coming
down
--
he
is
gradually
getting
lower
!
Let
us
wait
.
"
Paganel
was
not
mistaken
,
it
was
assuredly
a
condor
.
This
magnificent
bird
is
the
king
of
the
Southern
Andes
,
and
was
formerly
worshiped
by
the
Incas
.
It
attains
an
extraordinary
development
in
those
regions
.
Its
strength
is
prodigious
.
It
has
frequently
driven
oxen
over
the
edge
of
precipices
down
into
the
depths
of
abysses
.
It
seizes
sheep
,
and
kids
,
and
young
calves
,
browsing
on
the
plains
,
and
carries
them
off
to
inaccessible
heights
.
It
hovers
in
the
air
far
beyond
the
utmost
limits
of
human
sight
,
and
its
powers
of
vision
are
so
great
that
it
can
discern
the
smallest
objects
on
the
earth
beneath
.
What
had
this
condor
discovered
then
?
Could
it
be
the
corpse
of
Robert
Grant
?
"
Who
knows
?
"
repeated
Glenarvan
,
keeping
his
eye
immovably
fixed
on
the
bird
.
The
enormous
creature
was
fast
approaching
,
sometimes
hovering
for
awhile
with
outspread
wings
,
and
sometimes
falling
with
the
swiftness
of
inert
bodies
in
space
.
Presently
he
began
to
wheel
round
in
wide
circles
.
They
could
see
him
distinctly
.
He
measured
more
than
fifteen
feet
,
and
his
powerful
wings
bore
him
along
with
scarcely
the
slightest
effort
,
for
it
is
the
prerogative
of
large
birds
to
fly
with
calm
majesty
,
while
insects
have
to
beat
their
wings
a
thousand
times
a
second
.
The
Major
and
Wilson
had
seized
their
carbines
,
but
Glenarvan
stopped
them
by
a
gesture
.
The
condor
was
encircling
in
his
flight
a
sort
of
inaccessible
plateau
about
a
quarter
of
a
mile
up
the
side
of
the
mountain
.
He
wheeled
round
and
round
with
dazzling
rapidity
,
opening
and
shutting
his
formidable
claws
,
and
shaking
his
cartilaginous
carbuncle
,
or
comb
.
"
It
is
there
,
there
!
"
exclaimed
Glenarvan
.
A
sudden
thought
flashed
across
his
mind
,
and
with
a
terrible
cry
,
he
called
out
,
"
Fire
!
fire
!
Oh
,
suppose
Robert
were
still
alive
!
That
bird
.
"
But
it
was
too
late
.
The
condor
had
dropped
out
of
sight
behind
the
crags
.
Only
a
second
passed
,
a
second
that
seemed
an
age
,
and
the
enormous
bird
reappeared
,
carrying
a
heavy
load
and
flying
at
a
slow
rate
.
