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“What an idea!” she exclaimed. “And what a good idea,” was Paganel’s naive rejoinder to her exclamation. “What would you advise, then?” said Glenarvan. “My advice is to follow the 37th parallel from the point where it touches the American continent to where it dips into the Atlantic, without deviating from it half a degree, and possibly in some part of its course we shall fall in with the shipwrecked party.” “There is a poor chance of that,” said the Major. “Poor as it is,” returned Paganel, “we ought not to lose it. If I am right in my conjecture, that the bottle has been carried into the sea on the bosom of some river, we cannot fail to find the track of the prisoners. You can easily convince yourselves of this by looking at this map of the country.” He unrolled a map of Chili and