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The conical peak of Tristan looked black against the bright sky
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The Duncan’s crew had a good hunt
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The little house where the three islanders lived was nestled in a natural harbour
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Here and there, thermal springs escaped from the black lava
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“Will you bet your rifle against my telescope?”
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The stories of Paganel
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The Duncan surged forward under this piece of cloth
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“By God! Now!” cried the young Captain
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Boats were sent ashore to examine the coast minutely
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A plain and comfortable dwelling, crowned by a merry mill
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He was a coarse-looking fellow, about forty-five years old
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“I thought I was the only survivor.”
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He found himself in the hands of natives
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He reached the house of Paddy O’Moore
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They returned to the Duncan
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The preparation of the wagon
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The signal to start was given
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Both horses and riders suffered the incessant bites of these tormenting diptera
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Red Gum Station
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The rare and illusive “jabiru”
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The wagon leaned precariously
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The night caught them half a mile from camp
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The death of Burke
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…and at the top he fixed the Union Flag
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A terrible accident had occurred
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