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THE ADVENTURES OF 



heavy. So, as I couldn't go to sleep again, I got up to look 

 after the fire." 



" And you are doing your work capitally. The kettle is 

 singing loudly, and l'Enctierado will find it difficult to take 

 it off without burning his fingers." 



But the Indian had provided himself with two green 

 branches, which he used to lift off the make-shift coffee-pot, 

 into which he emptied both the sugar and the coffee. 



" Where is the filter ?" asked Lucien. 



" Do you think you are still in the town ?" I replied. 

 " Why don't you ask for a cup and saucer as well ?" 



" But we can never drink this black muddy stuff !" cried 

 Lucien. 



u Never mind, Chanito," said the Indian ; " I'll soon make 

 it all right," 



Then, taking his gourd, he poured from it some cold wa- 

 ter into the mixture, and it immediately became cleared. 



I told Lucien to go and wake up Sumichrast. 



The child approached our companion, who was scarcely 

 visible under the leaves, which served him both for coverlet 

 and pillow. * 



" Hallt) ! hallo ! M. Sumichrast ; the soup is on the 

 table." 



" Soup !" repeated Sumichrast, rubbing his eyes. " Ah ! 

 you little monkey, you have disturbed me in such a pleasant 

 dream. I fancied that I was no older than you, and that I 

 was once more wandering over the mountains of my native 

 land." 



It is considered wholesome to take a cup of Mocha after 

 a hearty meal ; but, with all due deference to Grimod de la 

 Reyniere and Brillat Savarin, coffee seems still sweeter to 

 the taste when taken at five o'clock in the morning, after 

 passing the night in the open air. 



The day broke; it was a magnificent sight to see the 



