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Part 1—Dropped from the Clouds-7
“Will you let me try?” said the boy, and very cleverly, without breaking it, he managed to draw out the wretched yet precious little bit of wood which was of such great importance to these poor men. It was unused. “Hurrah!” cried Pencroft; “it is as good as having a whole cargo!” He took the match, and, followed by his companions, entered the cave. This small piece of wood, of which so many in an inhabited country are wasted with indifference and are of no value, must here be used with the greatest caution. The sailor first made sure that it was quite dry; that done, “We must have some paper,” said he. “Here,” replied Spilett, after some hesitation tearing a leaf out of his note-book. Pencroft took the piece of paper which the reporter held out to him, and knelt down before the firepl
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