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"
What
is
that
to
me
!
"
exclaimed
the
Major
,
earnestly
.
"
If
I
am
to
make
a
meal
for
a
cannibal
,
I
should
prefer
being
cooked
.
"
"
Why
?
"
"
Because
then
I
should
be
sure
of
not
being
eaten
alive
!
"
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"
Very
good
.
Major
,
"
said
Paganel
;
"
but
suppose
they
cooked
you
alive
?
"
"
The
fact
is
,
"
answered
the
Major
,
"
I
would
not
give
half-a-crown
for
the
choice
!
"
"
Well
,
McNabbs
,
if
it
will
comfort
you
--
you
may
as
well
be
told
--
the
New
Zealanders
do
not
eat
flesh
without
cooking
or
smoking
it
.
They
are
very
clever
and
experienced
in
cookery
.
For
my
part
,
I
very
much
dislike
the
idea
of
being
eaten
!
The
idea
of
ending
one
's
life
in
the
maw
of
a
savage
!
bah
!
"
"
The
conclusion
of
all
,
"
said
John
Mangles
,
"
is
that
we
must
not
fall
into
their
hands
.
Let
us
hope
that
one
day
Christianity
will
abolish
all
these
monstrous
customs
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"
Yes
,
we
must
hope
so
,
"
replied
Paganel
;
"
but
,
believe
me
,
a
savage
who
has
tasted
human
flesh
,
is
not
easily
persuaded
to
forego
it
.
I
will
relate
two
facts
which
prove
it
.
"
"
By
all
means
let
us
have
the
facts
,
Paganel
,
"
said
Glenarvan
.
"
The
first
is
narrated
in
the
chronicles
of
the
Jesuit
Society
in
Brazil
.
A
Portuguese
missionary
was
one
day
visiting
an
old
Brazilian
woman
who
was
very
ill
.
She
had
only
a
few
days
to
live
.
The
Jesuit
inculcated
the
truths
of
religion
,
which
the
dying
woman
accepted
,
without
objection
.
Then
having
attended
to
her
spiritual
wants
,
he
bethought
himself
of
her
bodily
needs
,
and
offered
her
some
European
delicacies
.
'
Alas
,
'
said
she
,
'
my
digestion
is
too
weak
to
bear
any
kind
of
food
.
There
is
only
one
thing
I
could
fancy
,
and
nobody
here
could
get
it
for
me
.
'
'
What
is
it
?
'
asked
the
Jesuit
.
'
Ah
!
my
son
,
'
said
she
,
'
it
is
the
hand
of
a
little
boy
!
I
feel
as
if
I
should
enjoy
munching
the
little
bones
!
'
"