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Part 1—South America-12
“By this,” replied the Major, holding up the animal he had killed. They all hastened eagerly into the hut, to examine McNabbs’ prize by the light of the fire. It was a pretty creature, like a small camel without a hump. The head was small and the body flattened, the legs were long and slender, the skin fine, and the hair the color of café au lait. Paganel had scarcely looked at it before he exclaimed, “A guanaco!” “What sort of an animal is that?” asked Glenarvan. “One you can eat.” “And it is good savory meat, I assure you; a dish of Olympus! I knew we should have fresh meat for supper, and such meat! But who is going to cut up the beast?” “I will,” said Wilson. “Well, I’ll undertake to cook it,” said Paganel. “Can you cook, then, Monsieur Paganel?” asked Robert. “I should think
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