[Dick Sand by Jules Verne]@TWC D-Link book
Dick Sand

CHAPTER XVII
17/21

Perhaps you will not find at this farm the luxury to which you are accustomed in your residence in San Francisco, but you will see that our improved lands in the interior do not lack what is comfortable.

We are not absolutely savages." "Mr.Harris," replied Mrs.Weldon, "if we have only thanks to offer you for your generous resort, at least we shall offer them to you with all our hearts.

Yes! It is time for us to arrive there!" "You are very much fatigued, Mrs.Weldon ?" "I, no matter!" replied Mrs.Weldon; "but I perceive that my little Jack is gradually becoming exhausted! The fever begins to affect him at certain hours!" "Yes," replied Harris, "and although the climate of this plateau is very healthful, it must be acknowledged that in March and April intermittent fevers reign." "Doubtless," then said Dick Sand, "but also Nature, who is always and everywhere provident, has put the remedy near the evil!" "And how is that, my young friend ?" asked Harris, who did not seem to understand.
"Are we not, then, in the region of the quinquinas ?" replied Dick Sand.
"In fact," said Harris, "you are perfectly right.

The trees which furnish, the precious febrifuge bark are native here." "I am even astonished," added Dick Sand, "that we have not yet seen a single one." "Ah! my young friend," replied Harris, "those trees are not easy to distinguish.

Though they are often of great height, though their leaves are large, their flowers rosy and odoriferous, we do not discover them easily.


<<Back  Index  Next>>

D-Link book Top

TWC mobile books