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Port Famine

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Tom Austin, Wilson, and Mulrady

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Concepción

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The ford of the Rio de Tubal

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The madrina walked in front, leading the ten mules

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Robert and Paganel

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At five o’clock in the morning the travellers had reached a height of 7,500 feet

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Antuco Pass

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An immense plateau stretched out between gaunt peaks

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The casucha was an adobe cube, twelve feet on a side

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The plateau rushed down the slope with the speed of an express train

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The Major picked himself up

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The condor’s spiral path was converging on an inaccessible crag

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It had not let go of its prey

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The condor had seized Robert by his clothes

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Overhead, hundreds of birds were chasing each other around the sky, rending the air with their shrieks

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Thalcave did the bargaining

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The Patagonian, Thalcave

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The road from Carmen to Mendoza

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Dust-devils of the medanos

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They rode quickly over the firm ground

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Paganel’s first ambition was to swim in its waters

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They stopped at an abandoned rancho

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Robert grasped the Lord’s hand and lifted it to his lips

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The nomads were ten in number

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