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A Barren Land

           thisinletwasconfinedbetweenwallsofrock,precipicescrownedbysharppeaks2,000feethigh,andremarkableforthebrownstratawhichseparatedthebedsofreddishtuff.HowevermuchImightrespecttheintelligenceofourquadrupeds,Ihardlycaredtoputittothetestbytrustingmyselftoitonhorsebackacrossanarmofthesea.

           Iftheyareasintelligentastheyaresaidtobe,Ithought,theywon’ttryit.Inanycase,Iwilltaxmyintelligencetodirecttheirs.

           Butmyunclewouldnotwait.Hespurredontotheedge.Hissteedloweredhisheadtoexaminethenearestwavesandstopped.Myuncle,whohadaninstinctofhisown,too,appliedpressure,andwasagainrefusedbytheanimalsignificantlyshakinghishead.Thenfollowedstronglanguage,andthewhip;butthebruteansweredtheseargumentswithkicksandendeavourstothrowhisrider.Atlastthecleverlittlepony,withabendofhisknees,startedfromundertheProfessor’slegs,andlefthimstandingupontwobouldersontheshorejustlikethecolossusofRhodes.

           "Confoundedbrute!"criedtheunhorsedhorseman,suddenlydegradedintoapedestrian,justasashamedasacavalryofficerdegradedtoafootsoldier.

           "Färja,"saidtheguide,touchinghisshoulder.

           "What!aboat?"

           "Der,"repliedHans,pointingtoone.

           "Yes,"Icried;"thereisaboat."

           "Whydidnotyousaysothen?Well,letusgoon."

           "Tidvatten,"saidtheguide.

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