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The Mysterious Island

Chapter 10
In a few minutes the three hunters were before a crackling fire. The captain and
the reporter were there. Pencroft looked from one to the other, his capybara in
his hand, without saying a word.
"Well, yes, my brave fellow," cried the reporter.
"Fire, real fire, which will roast this splendid pig perfectly, and we will have a feast
"But who lighted it?" asked Pencroft.
"The sun!"
Gideon Spilett was quite right in his reply. It was the sun which had furnished the
heat which so astonished Pencroft. The sailor could scarcely believe his eyes,
and he was so amazed that he did not think of questioning the engineer.
"Had you a burning-glass, sir?" asked Herbert of Harding.
"No, my boy," replied he, "but I made one."
And he showed the apparatus which served for a burning-glass. It was simply
two glasses which he had taken from his own and the reporter's watches. Having
filled them with water and rendered their edges adhesive by means of a little
clay, he thus fabricated a regular burning-glass, which, concentrating the solar
rays on some very dry moss, soon caused it to blaze.
The sailor considered the apparatus; then he gazed at the engineer without
saying a word, only a look plainly expressed his opinion that if Cyrus Harding
was not a magician, he was certainly no ordinary man. At last speech returned to
him, and he cried,--
"Note that, Mr. Spilett, note that down on your paper!"
"It is noted," replied the reporter.
Then, Neb helping him, the seaman arranged the spit, and the capybara,
properly cleaned, was soon roasting like a suckling-pig before a clear, crackling