Captain Grant's Children
Chapter 17 Desert-like experience on the grassland
Chapter 17 Desert-like experience on the grassland
The Argentine pampas lie between 34° and 40° south latitude. "Pampas" is Aroganian, meaning "prairie".
In this vast wilderness, all kinds of herbaceous plants are rooted in a thick layer of floating soil on the light red or yellow soil, and the pre-flood animal bone fossils can be seen everywhere-the Indians say it is A now extinct giant armadillo bone.
Under the covering weeds and soil on the grassland, the history left over from the primitive era is deeply buried.
The Pampas of South America and the Great Lakes of North America have a climate very similar to that of the Siberian wastelands, with both extreme cold and heat exceeding that of Buenos Aires because of its inland location.Paganel believes that the heat that the island should have released in summer is absorbed by the ocean and released slowly in winter, so the temperature difference between winter and summer on the island is not very large.
The climate in the Yapas Grassland is quite harsh, with severe cold for a while, and scorching hot for a while, and even the mercury column of the thermometer fluctuates up and down, changing extremely quickly.
Every autumn, that is, in April and May, there are heavy rains; while in October, there is little rain and drought, and the temperature is extremely high.
The brigade is still traveling overnight, and has not encountered any major difficulties on the road so far.The bushes are overgrown, the weeds are long, and there are no sand dunes on the ground. Horses can move forward freely, and people don't have to worry about being blinded.Generally speaking, when walking on the grassland, there will be a relatively low-lying and humid place at a certain distance.But such places are becoming less and less in the journey they travel.
Whenever there is such a depression, the horse will stop and drink as much water as possible, because even the horse knows that the further you go, the fewer such good places.
Tarcaf's horse was at the head of the procession, sweeping the grass with his long stick as he went.
There is a very poisonous snake in the grass in this area. If a cow lets it bite, it will definitely die within an hour.
What Tarcaf is doing now is the work of beating the grass to scare the snake.Generally speaking, running on this flat grassland is quite smooth, because there is not even a stone on the road, let alone other obstacles.
But tedium is a moderate problem.Walking down like this one day, the surrounding scenery is always the same as when we first started, which really makes people feel confused.
Of course, not everyone feels this way, Paganel being an exception.
Backed up with the sensitivity and acquired expertise of a geographer, he always finds something that interests him along the way.Even if it's just a clump of trees or a blade of grass, he can talk for a long time.
Naturally, his most loyal audience was little Robert.
At two o'clock in the afternoon on October 10, a small incident occurred during their monotonous journey.
They saw a large pile of bones piled up in front of them, not in a line or scattered, but piled together!
Even Paganel could not understand why.Why are they all crowded together and piled up in one pile?Paganel hurried forward to ask Takaf for advice, Takaf just smiled lightly and said the answer easily. "How is that possible?" Paganel exclaimed.
Takaf nodded emphatically, indicating that it was true. "what happened?"
Everyone hurriedly asked Paganel. "He was burned to death."
"Sky fire—how can thunder and lightning make these at least 500 cows die together?"
Austin asked puzzledly. "Tarcaf can't be wrong. I also think that the thunder and lightning on the Pampas grassland must have such power! I hope we don't encounter it." "It's really hot."
Wilson said. "Yes, the thermometer is at 30° even in the shade," Paganel replied. "This is what we expected. It's just that the heat is unbearable."
Glenarvan said. "Well, I don't think there will be any other changes in the weather in the short term. You see, there is not even a cloud in the sky." Paganel said.
"I can't help it, the horse is suffering from the heat," said Glenarvan again. "How are you, little Robert?"
"It's all right, ser. I like it warm." "Especially in winter!" added the major, puffing out smoke rings.At night, they all lived in an abandoned stable on the grassland.
The stables are made of willow twigs and then painted with mud. The roof is thatched, which is actually a grass shed.
Connected to this hut is a yard surrounded by rotten sticks.Such a yard is enough to prevent foxes from making trouble.On the contrary, the horse is not afraid of the fox, but the fox usually bites off the leash and lets the horse run away.There was an earthen stove next to the thatched hut, and there were still some ashes. It was obvious that food had been cooked here before.In the straw shed were a pot, a stool, a dilapidated cowhide bed, an iron cleaning rod, and a teapot.Indian tea is a kind of dried leaves, soaked in hot water, and then smoked with wheat straw.In response to Paganel's request, Takaf personally made a few pots of tea for everyone, and then ate some dry food that he carried with him. Everyone felt very satisfied.The next day, October 10th.When I woke up in the morning, the sun peeking out from the hot fog was already unbearably scorching.On the prairie, you have nowhere to hide.On the way, they will encounter large tracts of cattle and sheep from time to time.Most of them lie lazily in the grass, and they seem to have no strength to eat grass.There is no one around, only the shepherd dogs who drink goat milk when they are thirsty are guarding them.
When it was close to noon, everyone's vision, which was dulled by the monotonous scenery, immediately discovered some changes on the grassland.
Before that, the grass on the prairie was still quite lush; thick, like a carpet.That's because there is still considerable humidity in the ground.But from here, there were lint spots on the carpet, showing the bottom of the poor, dry soil.There are fewer and fewer types of grass, only burdock and Atractylodes atractylodes, and occasional thorny trees, all of which are short.All these signs are enough to show that the dry zone has arrived.Tarcaf reminds everyone. "Change, change, grass is everywhere, I have a headache." Austin said. "True. But if there's always grass there must be water," said the major. "Water? There must be a river along the way!" Wilson said.
If Paganel had heard them say this, he would have told them at once that there were few rivers in this part of the world.
Meanwhile Paganel was explaining another strange phenomenon to Glenarvan.
They could smell smoke in the air, but there was no fire anywhere around them.
What's more, the smell of smoke is getting stronger and stronger. Except for Paganel and Tarcaf, no one does not find this phenomenon strange.
Geographers have always been prepared for such questions, he explained:
"If there is smoke, there must be a fire. The reason why we can't see it is because the pampas grassland is flat and flat, and the most important thing is that the air flow is smooth! We can smell the smoke when we light a fire 75 miles away .”
"Seventy-five miles away?" asked the major dismissively.
"That's right. It's important to note that prairie fires often spread on a large scale."
Paganel replied. "Who set the fire?" asked little Robert.
"Sometimes it's caused by lightning, sometimes it's the Indians themselves who set the fire."
"Why did they set the fire?"
"They think the grass will grow and grow more lush after the fire--maybe that's the effect of the ash field. But I think the purpose of the fire is to kill a kind of lice that is harmful to livestock."
"Won't the fire burn the cattle and sheep on the prairie?" asked the major. "That's inevitable. There are so many cattle and sheep on the grassland, so what are you afraid of burning to death?"
Paganel replied. "Do you think I'm really afraid of burning cattle and sheep? No, I'm just worried about the travelers passing by on the prairie; what if the fire surrounds them?" McNabbs said again. "What's so scary about this! If it happens, I think it's a rare sight!" Paganel said lightly.
"Look, our most respected scholar, he has studied everything to the point that he would not hesitate to be burned to death!"
Glenarvan broke in. "Oh, Glenarvan, I'm not so stupid as that: it's almost common sense to just pull the grass around you when a wildfire is coming."
"I wish I could have been lucky enough to witness a fire like that!" The fire Paganel expected didn't come, but the people really were scorching—the sun-sowed fire was getting stronger and stronger.Even the horses opened their mouths wide and looked out of breath. Occasionally, a cloud would cover the sun, and the shadow would move quickly across the grass.
People hurriedly urged their horses to chase after the shadow, hoping to stay in the shadow for a while; but soon the horses could not catch up with the shadow, and they had to endure the scorching heat helplessly.
What is more unbearable than the scorching sun is a dry mouth.Not only is there no river on the road, but there is also no water flow, and some shallow wells dug by the Indians have also dried up.
Seeing that the drought was getting worse, Paganel reminded Tarcaf to pay attention to the water source.
Tarcaf told him:
"Water can only be found in salt lakes."
"When can I arrive?"
"Tomorrow evening."
Without any means of digging a well, it was impossible for them to find any more water until they reached the salt lake.We have to use the existing water quantitatively.
By the time they camped for the night, they had advanced another 30 miles.As soon as the exhausted people lay down, swarms of mosquitoes pressed up like dark clouds.The wind direction will definitely change when the mosquitoes arrive, and sure enough the west wind has turned to the north wind.Generally speaking, when there are south and southwest winds, mosquitoes will not come.The major endured the attack of the mosquitoes with great equanimity; Paganel, on the other hand, seemed terribly irritable.
The major comforted him and said, there are 30 species of insects in the world, but only one or two are attacking you now, you can be considered lucky.
At dawn, everyone set off again.Although I was thirsty and tired, and I didn't sleep well at night because of mosquito bites.
However, the belief that there will be water as soon as they arrive at the salt lake at night urges them to hurry up.
In fact, horses are far more thirsty than humans. Although humans try to save water for horses to drink, they simply cannot meet the drinking water they need.This directly affects the speed of progress.
The desert-like hot wind covered the sky with dust and heat waves, attacking the slow-moving brigade step by step.
Suddenly, Murady yelled, breaking everyone's silence at the moment: There are a group of Indians ahead!
Glenarvan immediately thought that maybe he could get news about Captain Grant from them!
But Takaf asked everyone to gather quickly and prepare the weapons they carried with them.Because he thought it was a group of robbers coming from the opposite side!
But soon, the group appeared in everyone's field of vision: a total of more than a dozen Indians.
Takaf immediately put on guard because he saw that they were tall natives with protruding foreheads, dark skin and tall stature.
They also all wore clothes made of guanaco or skunk skin, all of them carried guns and knives, slingshots in their hands, and "paola" and "lape" tied to their saddles.
They stopped a hundred paces away, yelling as if they were discussing something.
Glenarvan went up to them.The group of people just hesitated for a moment, and then, like the hot wind on the grassland, they blew away with a whir.The speed is unbelievable. "coward!"
Paganel cursed.
"I don't think he's a good guy running so fast," said the major.
"Who are they?" Paganel turned to Tarcaf.
"Spanish-Indian hybrids—Gauchos!" "Oh, Gauchos, nothing to fear," Paganel called to the crowd.
"Why not terrible?" asked the major.
"Because the gauchos are all peasants." "You really think so, Paganel?" "Of course. And they mistook us for robbers, and that's why they ran so fast!"
"I think they're just afraid to lay hands on us," Glenarvan said. "Anyway, it's a pity I didn't get to have a few words with them!"
"I feel the same way," the major agreed. "Gauzhuo people are not farmers, they are out-and-out gangsters."
"How can you say that!" Paganel almost cried.
Both men insisted on their views, and a rather heated debate ensued.
"You are wrong, Paganel."
"Wrong?" "Tarcaf thought they were a group of robbers! Tarcaf is the real authority." "But Tarcaf must be wrong this time!" Paganel exclaimed angrily. "The Gauchos are farmers and herders. I once wrote a small book about the natives of the Pampas Grassland, and it was very popular!"
"Then you are wrong, Monsieur Paganel," said the major stubbornly.
"I made a mistake?" "Then it's a mistake caused by carelessness. You can correct it in the next reprint."
The last thing Paganel could bear was ridicule for his knowledge of geography, and now he could no longer bear it.
"Thank you, sir, I don't need anyone to correct my book!" "Yes, I think at least this time." It was rare for McNabbs to be as assertive as this time. "Are you looking for trouble on purpose, sir!" "You've been particularly angry today, sir!" It's no use starting a quarrel over a trivial matter that isn't worth it.Glenarvan hurriedly came forward to persuade each other: "On the one hand, you are indeed suspected of finding fault, and on the other hand, you are indeed a bit angry. I am very surprised by both aspects!" Because of the noise, he only smiled kindly on one side, and said, "It's all because of the bad north wind."
"What, the north wind is not good? What does the north wind have to do with these?" Paganel asked seriously. "That's right, it's true that the north wind is bad. Because it's the north wind that stimulates your nervous system."
Glenarvan said. "As God bears witness, you are right," said the major, laughing.
Paganel couldn't vent his anger at this time, so he approached Glenarvan again: "Where did you say that?"
"It's the north wind that stimulated you! How many people have committed crimes on the Pampas grasslands with this wind!"
"What, a crime? Can I commit a crime?" "I didn't say you committed a crime!" "Then why don't you just say that I'm going to assassinate you!"
"Ha, I'm really afraid that you will assassinate me! Fortunately, the north wind only blows for one day!" All the people couldn't help laughing.But Paganel was still angry and urged the horse to run to the front.After a quarter of an hour, his anger was also digested, and the dispute just now was gone with the wind.At 8 p.m., Tarcaf pointed out the drain that led to the salt lake that had dried up.A quarter of an hour later, they reached the embankment of the salt lake.However, what everyone didn't expect was that the lake was completely dry!
(End of this chapter)
The Argentine pampas lie between 34° and 40° south latitude. "Pampas" is Aroganian, meaning "prairie".
In this vast wilderness, all kinds of herbaceous plants are rooted in a thick layer of floating soil on the light red or yellow soil, and the pre-flood animal bone fossils can be seen everywhere-the Indians say it is A now extinct giant armadillo bone.
Under the covering weeds and soil on the grassland, the history left over from the primitive era is deeply buried.
The Pampas of South America and the Great Lakes of North America have a climate very similar to that of the Siberian wastelands, with both extreme cold and heat exceeding that of Buenos Aires because of its inland location.Paganel believes that the heat that the island should have released in summer is absorbed by the ocean and released slowly in winter, so the temperature difference between winter and summer on the island is not very large.
The climate in the Yapas Grassland is quite harsh, with severe cold for a while, and scorching hot for a while, and even the mercury column of the thermometer fluctuates up and down, changing extremely quickly.
Every autumn, that is, in April and May, there are heavy rains; while in October, there is little rain and drought, and the temperature is extremely high.
The brigade is still traveling overnight, and has not encountered any major difficulties on the road so far.The bushes are overgrown, the weeds are long, and there are no sand dunes on the ground. Horses can move forward freely, and people don't have to worry about being blinded.Generally speaking, when walking on the grassland, there will be a relatively low-lying and humid place at a certain distance.But such places are becoming less and less in the journey they travel.
Whenever there is such a depression, the horse will stop and drink as much water as possible, because even the horse knows that the further you go, the fewer such good places.
Tarcaf's horse was at the head of the procession, sweeping the grass with his long stick as he went.
There is a very poisonous snake in the grass in this area. If a cow lets it bite, it will definitely die within an hour.
What Tarcaf is doing now is the work of beating the grass to scare the snake.Generally speaking, running on this flat grassland is quite smooth, because there is not even a stone on the road, let alone other obstacles.
But tedium is a moderate problem.Walking down like this one day, the surrounding scenery is always the same as when we first started, which really makes people feel confused.
Of course, not everyone feels this way, Paganel being an exception.
Backed up with the sensitivity and acquired expertise of a geographer, he always finds something that interests him along the way.Even if it's just a clump of trees or a blade of grass, he can talk for a long time.
Naturally, his most loyal audience was little Robert.
At two o'clock in the afternoon on October 10, a small incident occurred during their monotonous journey.
They saw a large pile of bones piled up in front of them, not in a line or scattered, but piled together!
Even Paganel could not understand why.Why are they all crowded together and piled up in one pile?Paganel hurried forward to ask Takaf for advice, Takaf just smiled lightly and said the answer easily. "How is that possible?" Paganel exclaimed.
Takaf nodded emphatically, indicating that it was true. "what happened?"
Everyone hurriedly asked Paganel. "He was burned to death."
"Sky fire—how can thunder and lightning make these at least 500 cows die together?"
Austin asked puzzledly. "Tarcaf can't be wrong. I also think that the thunder and lightning on the Pampas grassland must have such power! I hope we don't encounter it." "It's really hot."
Wilson said. "Yes, the thermometer is at 30° even in the shade," Paganel replied. "This is what we expected. It's just that the heat is unbearable."
Glenarvan said. "Well, I don't think there will be any other changes in the weather in the short term. You see, there is not even a cloud in the sky." Paganel said.
"I can't help it, the horse is suffering from the heat," said Glenarvan again. "How are you, little Robert?"
"It's all right, ser. I like it warm." "Especially in winter!" added the major, puffing out smoke rings.At night, they all lived in an abandoned stable on the grassland.
The stables are made of willow twigs and then painted with mud. The roof is thatched, which is actually a grass shed.
Connected to this hut is a yard surrounded by rotten sticks.Such a yard is enough to prevent foxes from making trouble.On the contrary, the horse is not afraid of the fox, but the fox usually bites off the leash and lets the horse run away.There was an earthen stove next to the thatched hut, and there were still some ashes. It was obvious that food had been cooked here before.In the straw shed were a pot, a stool, a dilapidated cowhide bed, an iron cleaning rod, and a teapot.Indian tea is a kind of dried leaves, soaked in hot water, and then smoked with wheat straw.In response to Paganel's request, Takaf personally made a few pots of tea for everyone, and then ate some dry food that he carried with him. Everyone felt very satisfied.The next day, October 10th.When I woke up in the morning, the sun peeking out from the hot fog was already unbearably scorching.On the prairie, you have nowhere to hide.On the way, they will encounter large tracts of cattle and sheep from time to time.Most of them lie lazily in the grass, and they seem to have no strength to eat grass.There is no one around, only the shepherd dogs who drink goat milk when they are thirsty are guarding them.
When it was close to noon, everyone's vision, which was dulled by the monotonous scenery, immediately discovered some changes on the grassland.
Before that, the grass on the prairie was still quite lush; thick, like a carpet.That's because there is still considerable humidity in the ground.But from here, there were lint spots on the carpet, showing the bottom of the poor, dry soil.There are fewer and fewer types of grass, only burdock and Atractylodes atractylodes, and occasional thorny trees, all of which are short.All these signs are enough to show that the dry zone has arrived.Tarcaf reminds everyone. "Change, change, grass is everywhere, I have a headache." Austin said. "True. But if there's always grass there must be water," said the major. "Water? There must be a river along the way!" Wilson said.
If Paganel had heard them say this, he would have told them at once that there were few rivers in this part of the world.
Meanwhile Paganel was explaining another strange phenomenon to Glenarvan.
They could smell smoke in the air, but there was no fire anywhere around them.
What's more, the smell of smoke is getting stronger and stronger. Except for Paganel and Tarcaf, no one does not find this phenomenon strange.
Geographers have always been prepared for such questions, he explained:
"If there is smoke, there must be a fire. The reason why we can't see it is because the pampas grassland is flat and flat, and the most important thing is that the air flow is smooth! We can smell the smoke when we light a fire 75 miles away .”
"Seventy-five miles away?" asked the major dismissively.
"That's right. It's important to note that prairie fires often spread on a large scale."
Paganel replied. "Who set the fire?" asked little Robert.
"Sometimes it's caused by lightning, sometimes it's the Indians themselves who set the fire."
"Why did they set the fire?"
"They think the grass will grow and grow more lush after the fire--maybe that's the effect of the ash field. But I think the purpose of the fire is to kill a kind of lice that is harmful to livestock."
"Won't the fire burn the cattle and sheep on the prairie?" asked the major. "That's inevitable. There are so many cattle and sheep on the grassland, so what are you afraid of burning to death?"
Paganel replied. "Do you think I'm really afraid of burning cattle and sheep? No, I'm just worried about the travelers passing by on the prairie; what if the fire surrounds them?" McNabbs said again. "What's so scary about this! If it happens, I think it's a rare sight!" Paganel said lightly.
"Look, our most respected scholar, he has studied everything to the point that he would not hesitate to be burned to death!"
Glenarvan broke in. "Oh, Glenarvan, I'm not so stupid as that: it's almost common sense to just pull the grass around you when a wildfire is coming."
"I wish I could have been lucky enough to witness a fire like that!" The fire Paganel expected didn't come, but the people really were scorching—the sun-sowed fire was getting stronger and stronger.Even the horses opened their mouths wide and looked out of breath. Occasionally, a cloud would cover the sun, and the shadow would move quickly across the grass.
People hurriedly urged their horses to chase after the shadow, hoping to stay in the shadow for a while; but soon the horses could not catch up with the shadow, and they had to endure the scorching heat helplessly.
What is more unbearable than the scorching sun is a dry mouth.Not only is there no river on the road, but there is also no water flow, and some shallow wells dug by the Indians have also dried up.
Seeing that the drought was getting worse, Paganel reminded Tarcaf to pay attention to the water source.
Tarcaf told him:
"Water can only be found in salt lakes."
"When can I arrive?"
"Tomorrow evening."
Without any means of digging a well, it was impossible for them to find any more water until they reached the salt lake.We have to use the existing water quantitatively.
By the time they camped for the night, they had advanced another 30 miles.As soon as the exhausted people lay down, swarms of mosquitoes pressed up like dark clouds.The wind direction will definitely change when the mosquitoes arrive, and sure enough the west wind has turned to the north wind.Generally speaking, when there are south and southwest winds, mosquitoes will not come.The major endured the attack of the mosquitoes with great equanimity; Paganel, on the other hand, seemed terribly irritable.
The major comforted him and said, there are 30 species of insects in the world, but only one or two are attacking you now, you can be considered lucky.
At dawn, everyone set off again.Although I was thirsty and tired, and I didn't sleep well at night because of mosquito bites.
However, the belief that there will be water as soon as they arrive at the salt lake at night urges them to hurry up.
In fact, horses are far more thirsty than humans. Although humans try to save water for horses to drink, they simply cannot meet the drinking water they need.This directly affects the speed of progress.
The desert-like hot wind covered the sky with dust and heat waves, attacking the slow-moving brigade step by step.
Suddenly, Murady yelled, breaking everyone's silence at the moment: There are a group of Indians ahead!
Glenarvan immediately thought that maybe he could get news about Captain Grant from them!
But Takaf asked everyone to gather quickly and prepare the weapons they carried with them.Because he thought it was a group of robbers coming from the opposite side!
But soon, the group appeared in everyone's field of vision: a total of more than a dozen Indians.
Takaf immediately put on guard because he saw that they were tall natives with protruding foreheads, dark skin and tall stature.
They also all wore clothes made of guanaco or skunk skin, all of them carried guns and knives, slingshots in their hands, and "paola" and "lape" tied to their saddles.
They stopped a hundred paces away, yelling as if they were discussing something.
Glenarvan went up to them.The group of people just hesitated for a moment, and then, like the hot wind on the grassland, they blew away with a whir.The speed is unbelievable. "coward!"
Paganel cursed.
"I don't think he's a good guy running so fast," said the major.
"Who are they?" Paganel turned to Tarcaf.
"Spanish-Indian hybrids—Gauchos!" "Oh, Gauchos, nothing to fear," Paganel called to the crowd.
"Why not terrible?" asked the major.
"Because the gauchos are all peasants." "You really think so, Paganel?" "Of course. And they mistook us for robbers, and that's why they ran so fast!"
"I think they're just afraid to lay hands on us," Glenarvan said. "Anyway, it's a pity I didn't get to have a few words with them!"
"I feel the same way," the major agreed. "Gauzhuo people are not farmers, they are out-and-out gangsters."
"How can you say that!" Paganel almost cried.
Both men insisted on their views, and a rather heated debate ensued.
"You are wrong, Paganel."
"Wrong?" "Tarcaf thought they were a group of robbers! Tarcaf is the real authority." "But Tarcaf must be wrong this time!" Paganel exclaimed angrily. "The Gauchos are farmers and herders. I once wrote a small book about the natives of the Pampas Grassland, and it was very popular!"
"Then you are wrong, Monsieur Paganel," said the major stubbornly.
"I made a mistake?" "Then it's a mistake caused by carelessness. You can correct it in the next reprint."
The last thing Paganel could bear was ridicule for his knowledge of geography, and now he could no longer bear it.
"Thank you, sir, I don't need anyone to correct my book!" "Yes, I think at least this time." It was rare for McNabbs to be as assertive as this time. "Are you looking for trouble on purpose, sir!" "You've been particularly angry today, sir!" It's no use starting a quarrel over a trivial matter that isn't worth it.Glenarvan hurriedly came forward to persuade each other: "On the one hand, you are indeed suspected of finding fault, and on the other hand, you are indeed a bit angry. I am very surprised by both aspects!" Because of the noise, he only smiled kindly on one side, and said, "It's all because of the bad north wind."
"What, the north wind is not good? What does the north wind have to do with these?" Paganel asked seriously. "That's right, it's true that the north wind is bad. Because it's the north wind that stimulates your nervous system."
Glenarvan said. "As God bears witness, you are right," said the major, laughing.
Paganel couldn't vent his anger at this time, so he approached Glenarvan again: "Where did you say that?"
"It's the north wind that stimulated you! How many people have committed crimes on the Pampas grasslands with this wind!"
"What, a crime? Can I commit a crime?" "I didn't say you committed a crime!" "Then why don't you just say that I'm going to assassinate you!"
"Ha, I'm really afraid that you will assassinate me! Fortunately, the north wind only blows for one day!" All the people couldn't help laughing.But Paganel was still angry and urged the horse to run to the front.After a quarter of an hour, his anger was also digested, and the dispute just now was gone with the wind.At 8 p.m., Tarcaf pointed out the drain that led to the salt lake that had dried up.A quarter of an hour later, they reached the embankment of the salt lake.However, what everyone didn't expect was that the lake was completely dry!
(End of this chapter)
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