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Chapter 130
I smilingly pointed it out to my uncle. Hans had not seen it, and believed it caught somewhere above us: "Huppe" as he phrased it. "Now," said my uncle, "let us breakfast, and break fast like people who have a long day's work before them." Biscuit and dried meat, washed down by some mouthfuls of water flavored with Schiedam, was the material of our luxurious meal. As soon as it was finished, my uncle took from his pocket a notebook destined to be filled by memoranda of our travels. He had already placed his instruments in order, and this is what he wrote: Monday, June 29th Chronometer, 8h. 17m. morning. Barometer, 29.6 inches. Thermometer, 6 degrees [43 degrees Fahr.] Direction, E.S.E. This last observation referred to the obscure gallery, and was indicated to us by the compass.
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