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Updated: July 8, 2025
"To the crows, of course." "Do you believe that they can understand you?" "Not the least doubt about it, Chanito. These scoundrels are harder in their flesh than they are in their hearing; and just because they are dressed up in a beautiful black coat, like that your papa wears on festival days, they think to have every thing their own way.
As if to add weight to this prudent advice, a prolonged howling was now heard, which the dog felt obliged to respond to in his most doleful notes. "Oh!" cried Sumichrast, "are those beasts going to join in the concert made by the grasshoppers and mosquitoes?" Lucien, who had gone to sleep, started up. "Where's my parrot?" he cried. "Sleep quietly, Chanito!" replied the Indian.
Its ripe pink fruit was symmetrically placed in a circle of green leaves. Lucien, kneeling down, tried to pluck them. "Pull one from the middle, Chanito," cried l'Encuerado; "that's the only way to get them." The boy seized the centre berry, which came out, and, like the stones of an arch when the key-stone is taken out, all the cones fell.
Here too, Chanito, is a mizquitl, a thorny tree on which we shall be certain to find some gum. Indeed, here are three morsels of it. You may safely suck it; it will not seem very nice at first, but you will soon like it. Oh Tatita! you have really brought me back into my own country."
I also made my way there, and heard 'gobbles' resounding in every direction; Master Gringalet had fallen in with a council of turkeys." "A council of turkeys?" repeated Lucien. "Yes, Chanito, turkeys hold councils.
Lucien, perfectly enchanted with these presents, and finding that our admiration hardly equalled his own, turned to l'Encuerado, who criticised the articles submitted to him with an artistic eye: "Then you, too, know how to weave palm-leaves?" "Yes, Chanito, I can make grasshoppers, horses, and even birds." "Only fancy! and yet you have never made any for me!"
"My real native country is much more beautiful than that we are now in, Chanito; in the first place, it has mountains and woods, and there it sometimes rains." "Shall we see any snow fall, now that we are in the Terre-Froide?" "No," replied Sumichrast, smiling; "you will not see any snow before next year, when you will be in France.
L'Encuerado joined us when it was dying, when, rubbing his hands, he cried: "It is a guachi-chevé; what a splendid supper we shall have!" "You have seen them before, then?" "It is an animal which belongs to my country, Chanito; it abounds in the plains which slope down to the Pacific Ocean.
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