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Part 1—Dropped from the Clouds-17
“Faith, that’s true, Mr. Spilett,” replied the sailor, “and I always speak too quickly. You must excuse me!” Meanwhile, Herbert constant to his favorite science, Natural History, reverted to the kangaroos, saying,— “Besides, we had to deal just now with the species which is most difficult to catch. They were giants with long gray fur; but if I am not mistaken, there exist black and red kangaroos, rock kangaroos, and rat kangaroos, which are more easy to get hold of. It is reckoned that there are about a dozen species.” “Herbert,” replied the sailor sententiously, “there is only one species of kangaroos to me, that is ‘kangaroo on the spit,’ and it’s just the one we haven’t got this evening!” They could not help laughing at Master Pencroft’s new classification. The honest sailor did not
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