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Chapter 117 The Travelling Companion-2
"What can you want with those three fern rods?" asked John of his fellow-traveller. "Oh, they will make capital brooms," said he; "and I like them because I have strange whims sometimes." Then they walked on together for a long distance. "How dark the sky is becoming," said John; "and look at those thick, heavy clouds." "Those are not clouds," replied his fellow-traveller; "they are mountains—large lofty mountains—on the tops of which we should be above the clouds, in the pure, free air. Believe me, it is delightful to ascend so high, tomorrow we shall be there." But the mountains were not so near as they appeared; they had to travel a whole day before they reached them, and pass through black forests and piles of rock as large as a town. The journey had been so fatiguing tha
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