Chapter 20 twenty farewell

Paganel's story is beautifully told.Everyone appreciates it, but everyone reserves their own opinions.Our scholars have achieved what general discussions usually achieve, that is, without convincing anyone.However, everyone agrees on one thing, that is, they will never lose heart in a difficult environment. Now that there is no palace or hut to live in, they have to endure and live in this tree for the time being. Everyone talked and talked, but they didn't realize that it was getting late, so they had to sleep to end this thrilling day.The guests on the tree were not only exhausted because of being displaced by the flood, but also it was a very hot day. They had been roasting under the scorching sun for a whole day, and they felt unable to support themselves.The birds on the tree have gone to rest first.The Higro birds, known as the Panpa Warbler, have stopped their sweet singing, and all the birds on the tree have disappeared into the depths of the shade.The most practical way is to keep up with them and sleep is the best.

Before everyone went to bed, however, Glenarvan, Robert, and Paganel climbed up to the observation deck to take one last look at the expanse of ocean.It was about nine o'clock.The sun is slowly setting west on the shimmering foggy horizon. 】.That half of the sky, bounded by the zenith, was bathed in steam.The constellations in the southern hemisphere were originally crystal clear and brilliant, but now they seem to be covered with a layer of tulle, hazy.It was still faintly discernible, however, and Paganel took the opportunity to show Robert the splendid constellations in the Antarctic Circle, with Glenarvan also on his side.In particular, he pointed out that the four large stars of the South Pole Cross, number one and number two, are arranged in a trapezoid, which is almost on the same level as the South Pole; there is also the constellation of Sagittarius, which shines on the star closest to the earth; and that of Magellan The nebulae, two great clouds, the largest of which appeared to be two hundred times larger than the moon we see; and finally he pointed out the black hole, which seemed absolutely devoid of any stars.

One thing that's too bad: the constellation Orion, visible from both poles, hasn't come out yet.But Paganel related to two of his students an interesting feature of Patagonian astrology.These poetic Indians believed that the four stars of Orion, a big lasso and three palas, were thrown from the hand of the hunter who was galloping in the sky.All these constellations are reflected on the mirror-like water surface, making people feel as if they are in a double sky, with clear up and down, which is a spectacle. While the learned Paganel was talking in this way, the whole eastern horizon was covered with a scene of torrential rain.A thick, black cloud, unusually well-defined, gradually rose, obscuring the individual stars visibly.This cloud looked terrible, and soon occupied half of the sky, as if covering the half of the sky.Its driving force should be hidden within itself, because there is no wind blowing it outside.The atmosphere of the sky remained absolutely calm.Not a leaf quivered on the tree, not a ripple on the water.Even the air seemed to be gone, as if a gigantic air extractor had sucked all the air out of the sky.High-voltage electricity filled the entire space, and all living things felt as if they were electrified.

Greenervan, Paganel, and Robert all felt the same palpable sense of these currents. There's going to be a storm.Paganel said. Are you afraid of thunder?Glenarvan asked Robert. How can you be afraid of thunder, ser? That's all right, there's going to be a storm soon. According to the state of the sky, I don't think the storm is too small.Paganel added. I'm not afraid of the storm, I'm afraid the downpour will follow the storm and we'll be soaked to the marrow.Say what you will, Paganel, it is never good for a man to live in a bird's nest, and you will learn your lesson in a moment.

ah!Come up with a little philosophical training!The scholar replied. Philosophy!Philosophical cultivation can never make people drenched! This is of course impossible, but with philosophical cultivation, my heart will be warm. Well, let us go back to our friends, and let them wrap themselves up in their philosophies and their cloaks, as tightly as possible, and especially advise them to prepare the largest Patience, as we will have this need. Glenarvan took one last look at the bluffing sky.At this time, the dense clouds almost completely covered the entire sky.There is barely a gap on both sides, shining in the dim light of dusk.The surface of the water was covered with a dark color, as if a dark cloud was about to meet the heavy mist in the sky.Even the shadows of the night were gone.The sensing power of sound and light cannot reach people's ears.The silence became as deep as the darkness.

Go down, there will be a thunderstorm!Greenervan said. He and his two friends slid down the smooth branch.They were amazed to see a startling twilight below.This faint light is emitted by countless small light spots, and those countless small light spots are buzzing and floating on the water surface, intertwining chaotically. Is it phosphorescence?Glenarvan asked. No, phosphorous worms, like fireflies, they are living, cheap diamonds that the ladies of Buenos Aires make into their most beautiful decorations! how?Those are some insects that fly like Martians?cried Robert. yes my boy. Robert caught a glowing insect.Paganel was right, indeed, that it was a large beetle, an inch long, which the Indians called a docodoco.This strange beetle has two spots on the front of its wings, and the light is emitted from these spots. The luminosity is quite strong, allowing people to read in the dark.Paganel brought the bug closer to his watch.He actually saw the hands pointing to ten o'clock at night.

Glenarvan went back to the major and the three sailors, and told them what they should do during the night.There is a violent storm coming, and one should be prepared.Whenever there is a sound of thunder, there must be a strong wind, and this Ombi tree must be shaken very badly.So he told everyone to tie their bodies to a bed made of branches, and to tie them firmly.If the rain from the sky cannot be avoided, at least prevent the flood on the ground, and don't roll into the rapids rushing towards the foot of the tree. They all said good night to each other, without any hope of Ann in their hearts, and then each went to his air bedroom, wrapped tightly in the canopy, and waited for sleep.

But people are not grass and trees, and when drastic changes in the natural world are about to come, I always feel a vague uneasiness in my heart, which is inevitable even for the strongest people.Therefore, the distinguished guests on the tree were irritable and depressed, and could not close their eyelids. They were all awake when the first thunder rang, which happened almost eleven o'clock, and the thunder was still far away. There was a booming sound everywhere.Glenarvan climbed to the end of the branch, risking his head out of the leaves. The night sky as black as the bottom of a pot was randomly divided into many bright cracks, which were clearly reflected on the lake.The dark clouds all over the sky seemed to be torn in some places, but like a soft cloth, there was no cracking sound.Glenarvan looked from the zenith to the horizon.It was all black, and then he was back on top of the trunk.

How is it, Glenarvan?asked Paganel. The oncoming trend is very fierce, and if it develops like this, the storm will be really terrible. Very good, since I can't escape, it is good to see a magnificent scene.He replied excitedly. Your weird theory is about to come up with another set!said the major. Major.I agree with Glenarvan that the storm was surprisingly large.Just now, as I was trying to fall asleep, I remembered several facts that made me look forward to such a terrible storm, because we are now in the region of heavy thunderstorms.I don't remember where I read it, but in 1793, in this province of Buenos Aires, there were thirty-seven thunderstorms in one storm.My colleague, Mr. Murthy, counted, and there was a sound that went on and on for fifty-five minutes.

The watch is held in hand and counted?said the major. I can't count the watch in my hand, Paganel went on to say, if you want people to seek good luck and avoid bad luck, I have a thought.The highest point on this plain is the Ombi tree where we are.It would be useful to have a lightning rod here, because of all the trees in Pampa, this tree was Thunderfire's favorite.And, friends, you are not unaware that scientists advise people not to hide under trees during storms. OK!The major said, how timely this advice came! I have to admit, Paganel, that you have to wait and see when you make sarcastic remarks!Glenarvan also responded to his words.

What does it matter!In order to learn some knowledge, any time is good.ah!Thunder is coming! More violent thunder interrupted this untimely conversation.The sound of thunder became louder and louder, and its power became more and more ferocious, one after another, getting tighter and tighter.If you use music as a metaphor, it is changing from bass to midrange.After a while the thunder became sharper, and there seemed to be countless orchestral instruments playing rapidly in the atmosphere.The sky was full of flames, and it was impossible to tell which lightning was the source of the thunder in this sea of ​​flames. These continuous rumbles responded to each other and rushed up to the dark sky. The non-stop lightning changes different patterns.Several bolts of lightning shot vertically to the ground and repeated five or six times in the same place.There are also some lightnings that can cause people who study this field to get them. The most interesting statistics include only two examples of forked lightning, but there are more than a hundred kinds of forked lightning that occur here.In addition, several lightning bolts divided into countless various branches. At first, they were crooked, like coral trees, and shot old tree-shaped light bars on the dark sky, which was extremely complicated and extremely interesting. After a while, a large piece of phosphorescence appeared in the sky from east to north, which was very dazzling.This piece of sky fire gradually meanders and burns.It burned the cloud pile as if burning a large pile of charcoal, reflected on the glass-like water surface, forming a huge fireball.This Ombi tree is right in the center of the ball. Glenarvan and his traveling companions watched the horrific sight in silence.Even if they talk, they cannot hear each other.A large expanse of white light streamed directly around them, flashing and flashing, flickering, sometimes showing the major's calm face, sometimes showing Robert's frightened look, or showing the ghostly sailors A face that doesn't care. At this time, the rain has not yet fallen, and the wind is always holding its breath.But after a while, the waterfall in the sky burst, and thousands of rain pillars hung down from the dark sky, like vertical threads of weaving.These heavy raindrops hit the lake, splashed a foam, and were brightly illuminated by the lightning. Does this rain herald the end of the storm?Is it over for Glenarvan and his party after a series of violent showers?no!At the most intense moment of the fire fighting that day, suddenly a fist-sized fireball wrapped in black smoke fell on the end of the horizontally extending main branch.The fireball fell and spun around for a few seconds, then exploded with a bang, and like a bomb, a sulfur smell filled the air.Then there was a moment's silence, and Austin's voice was heard calling: The tree is on fire! Austin was right.In a blink of an eye, the flames spread across the western part of the tree, fueled by dead branches, bird nests made of dry grass, and all the loose white wood of the Ombi tree. The wind picked up, blowing on the flames, and the wind helped the fire, and the flames spread.Everyone must escape.Glenarvan and his party hurried to avoid the east part where the tree was not yet on fire.Everyone was speechless, flustered and flustered, climbing and climbing, falling and falling, taking risks, until they climbed onto the crumbling twigs.At this time, the branches on the west side were scorched and rattling in the fire, curled up from the rattling sound, like many live snakes burning in the fire, red ashes fell on the flood, and then Waves away, flashing brown light while walking.The flames on the tree suddenly rose extremely high, piercing into the sea of ​​flames in the air, forming one piece, and then being suppressed by a gust of wind, they circled around the Ombi tree.Glenarvan, Robert, the major, Paganel, the three sailors, all of them were horrified: the smoke choked them, the heat suffocated them, the fire was coming this way, it was already burning. It's the main branch below here.It can neither be stopped nor extinguished, and it looks like it will be burned to death.No longer allowed to stay in the tree.Burning or drowning, death anyway, choose a less brutal way of death. diving!Jazz shouted. At this time, Wilson was burned by the flames and had jumped into the water.Suddenly they heard him cry desperately in a terrified voice: help!help! Austin ran over and pulled him up to the tree trunk: What's the matter? Crocodile!Crocodile!he answered. Suddenly everyone found that the foot of the tree was surrounded by the most terrifying lizards and scorpions.Their scales gleamed in the vast expanse of light illuminated by the flames.The flat tail, the long, pointed head, the protruding eyes, and the two jaws that stretched behind the ears all made Paganel unmistakable.He recognized these ferocious alligator eels, native to the Americas, and known in Spanish-speaking areas as roach eels.There were a dozen of them, slapping the water with their hideous tails and gnawing trees with the tusks of their mandibles. The unfortunate travelers felt dead when they saw it.In any case, they will die tragically. If they don't die under the tongue of fire, they will die in the mouth of the crocodile.Even the calm major said: It is possible that everything is over. It is quite so that when man is powerless against one element of nature, another element of nature can overpower it.Glenarvan watched fiercely between the water and the fire, not knowing what to do. By this time the storm was already in its waning phase, but it stirred up an infinite amount of moisture in the air, and the thunder and lightning gave this moisture an extreme force.Thus a great hurricane gradually formed in the south, like a cone of dense fog, with the top of the cone pointing down and the bottom of the cone pointing up, connecting the boiling water with the flying clouds.This group of hurricanes spins forward, blindingly fast. It rolls up the lake water, sucks it into the center of the cone, forms a water column, and attracts the surrounding airflow to it with the powerful attraction generated by its rotation. gallop. Not long after, the violent hurricane rushed to the Ombi tree, wrapping the big tree one after another.The whole tree, from the roots, was shaken.Glenarvan thought the crocodile was biting the tree with its powerful jaws and trying to pull it up.He and his companions hugged each other, and felt that the tree was already falling down, and the roots turned upside down.The burning branches fell into the raging waves with a terrible hissing sound.It's just a matter of a second.The hurricane swept away and went elsewhere to wreak havoc.It absorbs the lake water along the way, and it seems to leave only a hollow groove wherever it goes. At this time, the Ombie tree was already lying on the water, drifting forward with the combined forces of wind and water.Those crocodiles have all escaped, only one is still crawling on the upturned tree roots, with its small mouth stretched forward.Mu Lade grabbed a half-burnt branch and hit it hard, breaking its waist.The crocodile was overturned and sank into the eddy of the rapids, beating the water violently with its formidable tail as it descended. Greenarvan and his traveling companions, freed from the peril of the crocodile, climbed to the upper branches of the fire, while the Ombie drifted through the night with a flame, blown further and higher by the hurricane. Wang is like a ship charging with its fire sails. The Ombi tree drifted on the boundless lake for two hours without touching land.The flames that engulfed it had gradually died down.The chief danger of this dreadful voyage was gone.The major only said lightly: It would not be a surprise if we could be saved now. The water flow still maintained the original direction, running from the southwest to the northeast.There were only a few remaining lightning bolts flickering here and there in the sky, and the night became dark again.Paganel looked at the horizon, but could not find a target.The storm is drawing to a close.The heavy raindrops have turned into mist-like rain flowers, drifting with the wind, and the large clouds seem to be deflated, and the cloud pieces that split into groups are flying high in the sky. The tree was running very fast over the tide, and it was gliding forward with incredible speed, as if there was a powerful engine in the bark.There's no sign that it won't continue drifting like this for days.Towards three o'clock in the morning, however, the major called attention to the roots which sometimes swept to the bottom of the lake.Austin broke off a long branch and probed carefully, confirming that the land under the water was gradually increasing.Sure enough, 20 minutes later, when the Ombi tree hit it, it stopped suddenly. land!land!Paganel cried out in a loud voice. The ends of the charred branches touched a plateau.Navigators have never been so happy when they encountered land.Here, hitting the rocks is landing.Robert and Wilson had jumped onto the plateau, cheering Ulla.At this time, there was a familiar whistling sound suddenly, and then the sound of horses galloping on the plain. After a while, Takaf's tall figure appeared standing upright in the night. Tarcafe!Robert cried. Tarcafe!All the traveling companions responded with one voice. friends!Tarcaf was shouting too.There he was waiting for the passengers, facing the head of the water, and he figured that they must flow here, because he himself was carried here by the head of the water. At this time, he took Robert with both hands.Grant hugged him and hugged him, but Paganel also ran behind him and hugged him.Immediately, Glenarvan, the major, and the sailors were overjoyed to see their faithful guide again, and came to shake hands with him affectionately and vigorously.Tarcaf then led them under a hayloft in an abandoned pasture.There was a great fire burning there to keep them warm, and large pieces of game were roasted on it, and they were so delicious that not even a crumb was left.Looking back after they calmed down, none of them were surprised, and they themselves didn't believe that they were able to escape with their lives from the dangerous situation of being attacked by water and fire, and the big crocodile came to take advantage of the fire! Thalcaf related to Paganel, in a few words, the story of his escape, which he owed to his gallant horse.Paganel also managed to tell him about the new interpretation of the document and the new hope that this new interpretation would give everyone.Did Tarcaf understand Paganel's many ingenious conjectures?We may doubt it, but he is satisfied when he sees his friends happy and confident. We can easily imagine these intrepid travelers, after a day's rest in the Ombi trees, setting off without prompting.At eight o'clock in the morning they were ready to go.Their position at that time was too far south of many ranches and slaughterhouses to find transportation, so they had to walk.Fortunately, there are only more than 60 kilometers left, and if anyone is tired from walking, Taojia can carry him, or two people at the same time if necessary.After thirty-eight hours of walking, we will reach the coast of the Atlantic Ocean. As soon as the time for departure came, the guide and his companions turned their backs on the still open depression and set off towards the higher plain.The territory of Argentina took on its monotonous face again.Only a few trees planted by Europeans seem to venture out here and there in the pastures, as rare as in the vicinity of the Tandil and Tabalcon mountains.Native trees tend to grow only near the end of these long prairies near Cape Corinth. And so the day passed.The next day, when there are still twenty-four kilometers from the coast, one feels close to the sea.The strange wind called Vilazon, which often blows in the second half of the day and night, began to blow the tall grass down one side.From the barren ground rose a few sparse trees, some dwarf woody mimosas, clusters of Yake River trees, and clusters of Golamapole.Some salt flats blocked the road, shining like shattered glass, making walking very difficult, and pedestrians had to bypass them.Everyone hastened their pace so that they could reach Lake Salado on the Atlantic coast that day.At eight o'clock in the evening, when the travelers were quite tired, they saw dunes of sand, about forty meters high, blocking a white line of foam.After a while, the trombone of the rising tide reached my ears. ocean!cried Paganel. Yes, Ocean!Takaf responded. The walkers, already feeling exhausted, climbed the dunes with considerable vigor. But the night was already dark.Everyone's eyes searched for the gloomy sea, but they couldn't see anything.They wanted to find the Duncan, but they couldn't find it. Anyway, here he is, swinging close to the shore, waiting for us!Glenarvan cried impatiently. We can see it tomorrow.replied the major. Austin called the Duncan in the estimated direction, but got no answer.At this time, the wind was very strong and the waves were high.Cloud flakes come from the west.The foam from the waves, like dust, flew straight to the top of the dunes.Therefore, even if the Duncan were at the appointed place, the watchman could not hear the call from the shore, nor could the shore hear his answer.There is no anchorage on this coast.There are neither bays nor harbors, not even small tributaries.The coast is lined with long sandy beaches, which jut out into the sea, and it is more dangerous to touch these sands than to touch the reefs that are level with the water.These sandy beaches whip up the waves, so the sea waves in this area are particularly rough. If the boat is hit by the wind and lands on these carpet-like beaches, there is absolutely no hope of rescue. It was only natural that the Duncan, seeing the treacherous coast of this region and the lack of shelter from the wind and waves, sailed far away from the shore.Captain Menger has been cautious all his life, and he must be even more cautious here.Austin estimated this way, and he was sure that the Duncan would never be less than eight kilometers offshore. Therefore, the major begged sir to endure it for the time being.What's the use of wasting your eyesight to look around that dark horizon? After the major said this, he built a camp under the cover of the sand dunes.The last bit of dry food was taken for the last supper of the journey.Then, following the example of the major, everyone dug a rather comfortable hole as a berth, covered the endless piece of fine sand as a bedding up to their chins, fell down and fell into a deep sleep.Only Jazz was still awake and watching.The wind was still strong and strong, and the waves were always turbulent, hitting the beach like thunder.Greenarvan could never believe how close the Duncan was.But it is impossible for Yu Li to assume that it has not arrived at the agreed place.Greenavan left Talcahuano Bay on October 14 and reached the Atlantic coast on November 12.In the thirty days he had passed through Chile, the Rocks of the Rocks, the Pampas, and the plains of Argentina, the Duncan had had time enough to round Cape Horn and reach the east coast opposite Talcahuano Bay.With a Clipper like it, it's impossible to be late.Although the storm in the past was fierce and the Atlantic Ocean was galloping fiercely, the cruise ship was a good ship, and the captain was a good sailor.Therefore, since it should be here, it must be here. However, even though he thought so, he couldn't calm down.When emotion and reason contradict, reason does not necessarily prevail over emotion.Our lord of Malcolm Hall seemed to have seen his loved ones in this darkness, his dear Helen, Mary, and the crew of his Duncan.On this desolate shore the ocean adorns it with its innumerable phosphorescent particles.He looks, he listens.Sometimes he thought he saw a faint light on the sea. Yes, he said to himself, I see the ship's light, the Duncan's light, ah!Why can't my eyes see through this night! Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered: Paganel himself said that he has night vision, he can see things in the dark.So he went to Paganel.The scholar was sleeping like a gnat hibernating in his sandy nest, when suddenly a strong arm dragged him out of the sandy nest. who?he cried. It's me, Paganel. Who are you? I'm Glenarvan.Come on, I want your eyes to be used. my eyes?said Paganel, rubbing his eyes vigorously. Yes, your eyes, to see our Duncan in this darkness.quickly come! Bad luck with night vision!he said to himself, but he felt glad to be able to do Glenarvan a favor. He got up quickly, stretched his waist, and followed his friend to the shore with his nose still snorting like a person who had just woken up. Glenarvan asked him to look at the dark horizon over the sea.Paganel watched carefully for a few minutes. How about it?don't you see something? nothing!Even a cat can't see two steps away. Look, is there a red light or a green light, that is, the port light or the starboard light on the ship? I can't see any red lights or green lights!Just pitch black!Paganel replied, closing his eyes again involuntarily. For half an hour he was dragged along by his impatient friend, following him mechanically, dropping his head on his breast and raising it suddenly again.He neither answered nor spoke.His steps were unsteady and he staggered like a drunk.Glenarvan looked at him. He was walking and sleeping. So Greenarvan took him by the arm, and without waking him, carried him back to his den, and buried him well in the sand. It's just dawn and everyone's been dunked!Duncan!The cry woke me up.Uh!Uh!All the traveling companions rushed to the shore in response to Glenarvan. Sure enough, on the sea, about four kilometers away from the shore, the cruise ship's low sails were well wrapped in the sail cover, and it was sailing slowly with the minimum horsepower.The smoke from the ship mixed indistinctly into the morning mist.The waves are very strong, so a boat of this size must not sail to the foot of the beach, otherwise it will be very dangerous. Greenarvan took Paganel's telescope and watched the ship's movements carefully.Munger must not have seen them yet, for the ship did not turn around, but kept going, with the port-side rigged and the foresail half-full. But then Tarcaf loaded his gun tightly with powder, and fired a shot in the direction of the pleasure-boat. Everyone listened carefully, especially attentively.Tarcaf's gun fired three times, causing echoes in the dunes. Finally, a puff of white smoke rose from the waist of the cruise ship. They saw us!cried Greenarvan. It was the Duncan firing! Then, a few seconds later, the faint sound of gunfire came ashore.Immediately, the Duncan turned her sails, increased her horsepower, and swayed, trying to get as close to the shore as possible. After a while, a small boat was lowered from the ship with a telescope. Lady Helene can't come, the waves are too big!Austin said. Menger couldn't come either, he couldn't leave the ship.the major went on. my sister!my sister!Robert yelled, stretching out his arms toward the violently pitching boat. ah!I'm on board right now!Sir said. Be patient, Edward, you'll be on board in two hours.said the major.Two hours!That's right, the six oars on the small boat rowed back and forth for two hours! So, Jazz turned his head to look for Tarcaf. He was crossing his arms, with Toka by his side, quietly watching the rough sea. Glenarvan took his hand, pointed to the cruise ship, and said to him: Come with me. He shook his head slightly. Come on, friend!Greenarvan said again. No.Takaf said gently again, this is Taojia, and there is Panpa!He added this while pointing at the endless grassland with a loving gesture. Glenarvan knew that he would never leave the prairie where the bones of his ancestors were buried.He knew how much the children in this remote area loved their hometown.Therefore, he shook his hand again, no longer forcing him.Nor did Tarcaf force him to accept the reward when he declined the reward with his characteristic smile, saying that he was entirely doing his friend a favour. Glenarvan could not answer this sentence.He really wanted to leave a little memory for this honest friend.To remind him forever of his European friends.But what did he have left?His weapons and his horses were lost in the disaster of the flood.His companions were as empty-handed as he was. He therefore wanted to know how to thank his ardent guide for his kindness, when a solution suddenly occurred to him: he took out from his wallet a precious statuette frame with a small portrait embedded in the centre.It was Lawrence's masterpiece, and he gave it to Tarcafe. my wife.He said. Looking at the portrait, Takaf was very moved, and simply said this sentence: You are so wise and beautiful! Then came Robert, Paganel, the major, Austin, and the two sailors, and bid Tarcafe farewell in moving words.The honest travelers were saddened to part with such a heroic and ardent friend, and Thalcave drew them all together in his long arms before his broad breast, Paganel. I remembered that Tarcaf often looked at his map of South America and the two oceans, and was interested in it, so I gave it to him. This map was the only precious thing Paganel kept at that time.As for Robert, he had nothing to give but kisses. He kissed his savior passionately, and at the same time he did not forget to kiss Taojia passionately. At this time, the small boat of the Duncan gradually approached the shore. It got into a river branch between the beaches, and stopped on the shore after a while. Where is my wife?Sir asked. Where is my sister?cried Robert. Lady Helene and Miss Mary are waiting for you in the big ship.said the rower. Come on, sir, without a minute's delay, for the tide is already going out. The last time everyone shook hands with Tarcaf, hugged and kissed passionately.Tarcaf sent his friends straight to the boat.The skiff was pushed out onto the water again.When Robert was about to board the boat, Tarcafe took him in his arms and looked at him kindly. Now, go, he said, you are grown up! goodbye!friend!goodbye!Jazz yelled again. Can't we see each other again?called Paganel. Who knows?Tarcaf answered, raising his arms to the sky. Tarcaf's last words were lost in the Morrowind.The boat entered the sea, dragged by the ebb tide, farther and farther away. For a long time, people could still see Tarcaf standing there motionless through the foam splashed by the waves.His tall figure gradually shrunk.Finally, he disappeared from the sight of his friends who met by chance.An hour later, Robert was the first to jump on board the Duncan, and rushed up to hug Mary's neck, while the whole ship's sailors cried out!cheers. Thus ended the journey across South America in a straight line.Neither mountains nor rivers diverted the travelers from their steadfast line.They encountered no perilous difficulties of human nature, but the forces of nature often thwarted them, so that their will and courage were repeatedly tested severely.