CHAPTER III. 



WAKING UP IX THE MORNING. THE PIGMY WORLD OF 



LILLIPUT. L'ENCUERADO AND THE BOTTLES. MASSACRE 

 OF THISTLES. THE CHARCOAL-BURNING INDIANS. 



I" ROSE long before day and woke my companion. Lu- 

 -^- cien rubbed his eyes two or three times, trying in vain 

 to make out where he was. After some moments, drawing 

 the coverlet over him, he turned round to go to sleep again. 



" Now, then, young Lazybones !" I cried, " don't you hear 

 the cock crowing, telling us we ought to be on our road ? 

 Jump up and look round, and you will see the birds and the 

 insects are already busy." 



The child got up, appearing half stupefied, and stretched 

 himself with a long yawn. 



