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"
Well
,
we
will
make
matches
.
"
Chemicals
?
"
"
Chemicals
!
"
"
It
is
not
more
difficult
than
that
,
"
cried
the
reporter
,
striking
the
sailor
on
the
shoulder
.
The
latter
did
not
think
it
so
simple
,
but
he
did
not
protest
.
All
went
out
.
The
weather
had
become
very
fine
.
The
sun
was
rising
from
the
sea
's
horizon
,
and
touched
with
golden
spangles
the
prismatic
rugosities
of
the
huge
precipice
.
Having
thrown
a
rapid
glance
around
him
,
the
engineer
seated
himself
on
a
block
of
stone
.
Herbert
offered
him
a
few
handfuls
of
shell-fish
and
sargassum
,
saying
,
--
"
It
is
all
that
we
have
,
Captain
Harding
.
"
"
Thanks
,
my
boy
,
"
replied
Harding
;
"
it
will
do
--
for
this
morning
at
least
.
"
He
ate
the
wretched
food
with
appetite
,
and
washed
it
down
with
a
little
fresh
water
,
drawn
from
the
river
in
an
immense
shell
.
His
companions
looked
at
him
without
speaking
.
Then
,
feeling
somewhat
refreshed
,
Cyrus
Harding
crossed
his
arms
,
and
said
,
--
