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Part 1—Dropped from the Clouds-21
“Then, captain,” said Pencroft, “we are going to work iron ore?” “Yes, my friend,” replied the engineer, “and for that—something which will please you—we must begin by having a seal hunt on the islet.” “A seal hunt!” cried the sailor, turning towards Gideon Spilett. “Are seals needed to make iron?” “Since Cyrus has said so!” replied the reporter. But the engineer had already left the Chimneys, and Pencroft prepared for the seal hunt, without having received any other explanation. Cyrus Harding, Herbert, Gideon Spilett, Neb, and the sailor were soon collected on the shore, at a place where the channel left a ford passable at low tide. The hunters could therefore traverse it without getting wet higher than the knee. Harding then put his foot on the islet for the first, and his companio
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