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Part 2—Australia-19
After a tolerably good breakfast to make up for their bad night, the discussion was opened, and every one of the party was asked to give his opinion. The first point was to ascertain their exact position, and this was referred to Paganel, who informed them, with his customary rigorous accuracy, that the expedition had been stopped on the 37th parallel, in longitude 147 degrees 53 minutes, on the banks of the Snowy River. “What is the exact longitude of Twofold Bay?” asked Glenarvan. “One hundred and fifty degrees,” replied Paganel; “two degrees seven minutes distant from this, and that is equal to seventy-five miles.” “And Melbourne is?” “Two hundred miles off at least.” “Very good. Our position being then settled, what is best to do?” The response was unanimous to get to the coast w
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