CHAPTER III. 



WAKING UP IN THE MORNING — THE PIGMY WORLD OP LILLIPUT — L'EN- 

 CUERADO AND THE BOTTLES— MASSACRE OP THISTLES— THE CHAR- 

 COAL-BURNING INDIANS. 



ROSE long before day and woke my companion. Lucien 

 ^'^ rubbed his eyes two or three times, trying in vain to 

 S's^S^ 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. 



" papa !" he said, " I ache all over ; I 'm sure I shall never 

 be able to walk." 



