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But
Paganel
soon
solved
the
difficulty
by
recommending
him
to
bury
his
fern
roots
and
sweet
potatoes
in
the
soil
.
The
temperature
of
the
surface
stratum
was
very
high
,
and
a
thermometer
plunged
into
the
soil
would
have
marked
from
160
to
170
degrees
;
in
fact
,
Olbinett
narrowly
missed
being
scalded
,
for
just
as
he
had
scooped
a
hole
for
the
roots
,
a
jet
of
vapor
sprang
up
and
with
a
whistling
sound
rose
six
feet
above
the
ground
.
The
steward
fell
back
in
terror
.
"
Shut
off
steam
!
"
cried
the
Major
,
running
to
close
the
hole
with
the
loose
drift
,
while
Paganel
pondering
on
the
singular
phenomenon
muttered
to
himself
:
"
Let
me
see
!
ha
!
ha
!
Why
not
?
"
"
Are
you
hurt
?
"
inquired
McNabbs
of
Olbinett
.
"
No
,
Major
,
"
said
the
steward
,
"
but
I
did
not
expect
--
"
"
That
Providence
would
send
you
fire
,
"
interrupted
Paganel
in
a
jovial
tone
.
"
First
the
larder
of
Kara-Tete
and
then
fire
out
of
the
ground
!
Upon
my
word
,
this
mountain
is
a
paradise
!
I
propose
that
we
found
a
colony
,
and
cultivate
the
soil
and
settle
here
for
life
!
We
shall
be
the
Robinsons
of
Maunganamu
.
We
should
want
for
nothing
.
"
"
If
it
is
solid
ground
,
"
said
John
Mangles
.
"
Well
!
it
is
not
a
thing
of
yesterday
,
"
said
Paganel
.
"
It
has
stood
against
the
internal
fire
for
many
a
day
,
and
will
do
so
till
we
leave
it
,
at
any
rate
.
"
"
Breakfast
is
ready
,
"
announced
Olbinett
with
as
much
dignity
as
if
he
was
in
Malcolm
Castle
.
