Chapter 17 19.Habitat

The tree where Golinarvan and his party escaped to take refuge was like a walnut tree.The leaves are shiny, and the crown is round, like a walnut tree.In fact it is an "ombi" tree, which always grows alone on the plains of Argentina.The trunk of this tree is curled up and huge. Not only do thick roots go deep into the soil, but also many tough branches cling to the ground, which is very firm.So it can resist the attack of the torrent and will not be washed down. This "Ombi" tree is about 30 meters high, and its shade covers an area of ​​about 120 square meters.The overlapping leaves rest on the three main branches, which are separated from the top of the main trunk with a diameter of nearly 2 meters.The two main branches go up almost vertically, full of branches and leaves, as if holding a huge umbrella, all the branches and leaves are intertwined and entangled, as if woven by the hands of bamboo craftsmen, forming an umbrella that is not afraid of the sun. Great roof for the rain.The other main branch, however, was not so, it was almost lying on the top of the surging waves, and the lowest leaves were already immersed in the water.The whole tree looks like a green island in the ocean, and the horizontal branch sticks out like a strait.In this big tree, there is plenty of space.There are many large gaps in the circumference of the umbrella-shaped branches and leaves, just like the gaps in the forest, letting in a lot of air and giving shade everywhere.We see that these three big branches prop up countless twigs and go straight into the sky. At the same time, there are many parasitic vines connecting those large and small branches, and the sunlight penetrates through many gaps. It is independently supported by the trunk of this "Ombi" tree.

As soon as the asylum seekers reached the tree, a flock of birds fled into the upper branches, chirping and protesting the violent encroachment. This is the shelter that Glenarvan and his party obtained.Once up the tree Robert and the nimble Wilson climbed to the highest branch.Their heads poked out of the green dome, and from the highest point they could see far away at a glance.A vast ocean formed by floods surrounded them from all sides, and wherever the eyes could reach was a vast ocean, boundless.There are no other trees on the water, only this "Ombi" tree stands alone in the torrent, trembling after being washed away.In the distance, there are many uprooted tree trunks, twisted branches, the grass roof of the collapsed "pen", shed posts washed down from the large pasture, drowned animal carcasses, bloody animal hides, and a rickety tree. A nest of black-spotted tigers gathered on it, clawing and roaring on the fragile branches, all of which were dragged by the rapids, flying past from south to north.A dark spot farther off, almost invisible, caught Wilson's attention.There Tarcaf and his faithful Toka faded into the horizon.

"Tarcaf, friend Tarcaf!" cried Robert, holding out his hand in the direction in which the heroic Tarcaf had gone. "He won't drown, Robert. Let's go down and stay with Sir," said Wilson. In a few moments Robert and he had climbed down the triple foliage to the top of the main log.Corinavan, Paganel, Major, Austin, Murady were all there, sitting, riding, climbing, each according to his own taste.Wilson reported what he had seen from the top of the tree.Everyone agrees with his words: Takaf will not drown, but it is not known whether Takafu will save Taojia or Taojia will save Takaf in the future.The situation of the people on the tree is undoubtedly more worrying than Tarcaf.Of course, the tree may not be washed down by the water, but the torrent that continues to rise will flood its highest branches, because the ground in this area is very low, like a deep reservoir.Therefore, as soon as Glenarvan came, he took a knife to scratch the bark in order to measure the water level.By this time, the water level had stabilized and the flood appeared to have reached its peak.This is already a reassuring thing.

"Now, what shall we do?" asked Glenarvan. "Do you need to ask about making a nest?" Paganel replied happily. "Nest?" exclaimed Robert. "Naturally make a nest, my boy, and since we cannot live the life of fish, we must live the life of birds." "Okay! But who will feed us when we make a nest?" asked Glenarvan. "I'll feed it," replied the major. When everyone heard this, they all turned to look at the major.The major was sitting comfortably on a natural armchair formed by two soft branches, and with one hand outstretched, he offered his sodden and soaked chain.

"Ah! Major, you are such a character! You are so thoughtful, and you can still think of it when most people are bound to forget it." Glenarvan cried. "A man who does not wish to be drowned certainly does not wish to die of starvation!" replied the major. "I should have thought of that too, but I was too careless!" said Paganel innocently. "What's in your chain?!" Austin asked. "Enough to feed seven people for two days," replied the major. "Good!" said Glenarvan, "I hope that within twenty-four hours the water will be more or less receded." "Perhaps within twenty-four hours we shall find our way back to land," corrected Paganel.

"So our first task now is to have breakfast," said Glenarvan. "You must dry your clothes first, right?" the major made another suggestion. "Where's the fire?" Wilson asked. "If there is no fire, there must be a fire!" replied Paganel. "Where is the fire?" "Right on top of this trunk!" "What do you use to live?" "Using dry wood, we go to the tree and cut it." "How can a fire be made when there is wood?" said Glenarvan, "our tinder is as wet as a sponge!" "No need for tinder!" replied Paganel, "just a little dry moss, a little sunlight, take a look through the lens of my telescope, and you will see that my fire will come out. Who will go to the tree to gather wood? "

"I'm going!" cried Robert. As he spoke, he burrowed into the depths of the branches like a kitten, followed by his friend Wilson.After they were gone, Paganel had found enough dry moss, and he found a patch of sunlight, which was easy because the sun was strong then.Then, he used a telescope to ignite these flammable objects at a single point.They placed these combustibles on the branches of the "Ombi" trunk, resting on a layer of wet leaves.This becomes a natural stove, not afraid of causing a fire.Presently Wilson and Robert returned with a large bundle of dry wood, which they laid on the dry moss.To fan the fire, Paganel climbed on top of the stove, spread his long legs, like the Arabs, and quickly squatted together, using his "canopy" to fan the wind.The firewood was burning, and in a short while a raging flame rose from the makeshift stove.Everyone roasted casually, and each person's "canopy" was hung on the tree and fluttered in the wind.Then start to eat breakfast, each person receives a ration, because I still have to think about tomorrow!The flood may not have receded as quickly as Sir hoped, and the dry food is very limited, and the "Wombie" tree does not bear fruit. Fortunately, there are many fresh bird eggs, because the branches are full of bird's nests. It goes without saying that there are birds that can be eaten.

These living materials are not too bad. Therefore, now, I have to make a plan to live for a long time and try to settle down more comfortably. "Since the kitchen and dining room are downstairs, let's have our bedrooms upstairs," said Paganel. "The house is big, the rent is cheap, and we don't have to live in too crowded. I see there is something natural about it." Soft pockets, sleep in the best bed in the world, provided we tie ourselves fast to a tree. We have nothing to fear, and we shall take turns at the vigil, and our numbers shall be sufficient to repel the fleet of Indians and others All kinds of beasts."

"We're short of weapons," Austin said. "I've got a pistol," said the sergeant. "Mine are still there, too," replied Robert. "What's the use of a pistol if M. Paganel can't figure out how to make ammunition?" Austin continued. "No need to make it," replied the major, producing a cartridge pouch, which was still in good condition. "Where did you get the ammunition, Major?" Paganel asked. "Tarcaf's. He thought it might be of use to us, so he gave it to me before jumping down to save Toka." "What a generous Patagonian!" cried the sergeant. "Yes," said Austin, "I would really admire the Patagonians if all the Patagonians were printed in the same mold as him." "I beg you all not to forget That horse!" said Paganel, "it is also part of the Patagonians! If I guess right, we can still see them, and Tarcave rides well on horseback."

"How far are we from the Atlantic Ocean?" asked the major. "There are still about 65 kilometers at most. Now, friends, since everyone can do their own thing, I will take my leave. I will go up and find an observation platform, take a look with my telescope, and then report what I see. you." Everyone asked the scholar to take care of himself. He climbed up deftly, from one branch to the other, and disappeared behind the curtain of dense leaves.So his traveling companions set to work preparing beds.It was not difficult, and it didn't take much time, because there were no quilts to spread, no tables and chairs to move.So after a while everyone got ready and went back to sit down by the stove.Everyone started chatting.Not talking about the current situation, because the current situation has nothing but patience.Everyone talked about the endless topic: Captain Grant.As soon as the water receded, the passengers were back on board the Duncan in less than three days.But Captain Grant and his two sailors—the unfortunate wrecks—could not come aboard with them.After this failure, after this vain crossing of the South American continent, all hope seemed irretrievably lost.Where else can I find it?How sorry Lady Helene and Mary must have been to hear that there was no hope for the future!

"My poor sister! We are lost!" said Robert. For the first time, Glenarvan could not find a word to answer him.What hope could he give his child?Didn't he already search for it in strict accordance with the instructions in the document? "But," said he, "this 37th parallel is not an empty number! Whether it refers to the place where Harry Grant was wrecked or captured, it is not false, not speculative, not a wild guess." We saw it clearly written with our own eyes!" "It's all true, ser, but our search has failed at last," replied Austin. "What a distressing and discouraging thing!" exclaimed Corinavan. "Afflictions are distressing, of course, but there is no need to be discouraged," said the major in a serene tone. "It is precisely because we have this reliable figure that we should go to the bottom of it." "What do you mean by that?" Sir asked. "What do you think we can do?" "There is the simplest and most logical thing to do, my dear Edward. When we get back to the ship, we will sail eastward, following the thirty-seventh parallel, and if necessary If so, right up to our original point of departure." "Do you think, MacNabbs, that I haven't thought of that? I don't know how many times I've thought of it! But what's the hope of success? Leaving America Isn’t the mainland far away from Patagonia, the location that Harry Grant personally pointed out? Isn’t it clearly written in the document?” "You already know for sure that the Britannia wreck is neither on the Pacific nor the Atlantic coast. Do you still want to go back to Pampa to find it again?" Glenarvan did not answer. "And this line of latitude was pointed out by him himself. We should follow this line to find him, even if the hope is less, shouldn't we try?" "I'm not saying one shouldn't..." replied Glenarvan. "Friends," the major added, turning to the sailors, "do you disagree with me?" "Totally agree." They all nodded in agreement. "Listen to me now, my friends." Sir continued after a moment's thought, "listen to you too, Robert, for this is an important discussion. I will do everything I can to find Captain Grant, and this is my A duty has been assumed, and I would devote my life to it, if necessary. This good man has served Scotland, and all Scots agree that I should rescue him. I also think that whoever finds him How hopeless it is. We should all circle the earth around the 37th line. I am determined to do so. But the problem to be solved is not here. There is a more important problem is whether we should give up looking for the American continent at once. , and never come back?" The question was posed so decisively that it elicited no answer.No one dared to decide. "What do you say?" Golinarvan asked the major in particular. "My dear Edward, it would be too much of a responsibility to answer you immediately with a yes or no, and this question should be thought over carefully. First of all, I want to know where the thirty-seventh parallel of the south latitude passes." "That, ask Paganel." "Ask him then," said the major. The scholar was out of sight under the shade of the tree, and he had to be called out from below. "Paganel! Paganel!" cried Golinarvan. "In!" A voice answered from mid-air. "Where are you?" "I'm on the observation deck." "do what?" "Look at the endless horizon." "Can you come down for a second?" "Do you need me?" "yes." "What's up?" "To know where the 37th parallel passes." "That's too easy," replied Paganel, "and I can tell you without me going down." "Then, go ahead." "Okay, listen. The 37th parallel leaves America and crosses the Atlantic Ocean." "Ok." "Go to Telis and explore the Quenya Islands." "it is good." "Then a little two minutes below, passing the Cape of Good Hope." "and after?" "Just across the Indian Ocean." "What about the future?" "Skimming over St Peter's Island in the Amsterdam archipelago." "Further down." "Across the province of Victoria, Australia." "Go on." "Out of Australia..." This sentence is not finished.Is the geographer hesitating?Does he not know?No, suddenly there was a loud cry, and a strong cry came down from the thick shade of the tree.Glenarvan and his friends turned pale with fright, and looked at each other.Did another disaster happen?Or did the unfortunate Paganel fall?Wilson and Murady were about to run up to save him, when suddenly a big man fell from above: Paganel rolled straight down from a branch.He couldn't hold anything with both hands.Is it alive or dead?do not know.Seeing that he was about to roll into the roaring waves, the major grabbed him with his strong arms. "Thank you, MacNabbs!" cried Paganel. "What's the matter with you?" asked the major, "how did you get out of here? Is it because of your eternal carelessness again?" "Yes! Yes!" he replied, almost speechless, "Yes! Careless...a new era, this time." "How do you start a new era of carelessness?" "We got it wrong! We got it wrong again! We got it wrong all the time!" "What's the matter? Tell me!" "Sir, Major, Robert, my friends," cried Paganel, "you hear me, we are looking for Captain Grant where he is not!" "What did you say?" asked Glenarvan in surprise. "The place we were looking for, not only is Grant not there, but he has never been there!" These few unexpected words caused everyone's great surprise.What does Paganel mean?Was he deranged?But he spoke as if he were sure of himself, and all eyes were on Glenarvan, for Paganel's sure words answered directly the question he had posed.But Jazz just shook his head, disapproving of Paganel's statement. However, after a burst of excitement, Paganel spoke again: "Indeed it is!" He said in a firm tone, "Indeed we have found the wrong one. It is not stated in the document at all." "Please explain why, Paganel," said the major more calmly. "It's very simple, Major. I made the same mistake as you. I was answering your questions. When I mentioned the name Australia, I suddenly had an idea and I understood." "What?" cried Glenarvan, "you think Captain Grant..." "I thought the word austral in the document is not what we have always thought, not the word for the southern hemisphere (austral), but the first half of the word for Australia (Australie)." "That's strange!" replied the major. "Strange!" retorted Sir, shrugging his shoulders, "impossible." "You say it's impossible, but we don't recognize the word impossible in France." Paganel argues. "Why?" Sir asked him again in a tone of extreme disbelief, "how dare you say that the place where the Britannia wrecked was on the coast of Australia?" "I don't think there's a problem." "No lie, Paganel, I am amazed at what you say, especially from a secretary of the Geographical Society." "What reason do you have for being surprised?" Paganel asked, uncomfortable to hear that the secretary of the Geographical Society was not trusted. "The reason is: if you say Australia, you must also admit that there are Indians in Oceania, and you have never seen Indians in Oceania." Paganel was not surprised by the "reason" of Golinavan.He had expected it a long time ago, and only smiled slightly. "My dear Colinavan," said he, "don't think your argument is ironclad. I will silence you, and inflict on you Britons a defeat which has never been known before. Revenge for those two defeats that Lexi and Dazangul fought." "I wish you so, Paganel." "Listen. There are no such words as Indians and Patagonie in the document at all! Those incomplete words indi are not Indians but local natives (indigines). So, you admit Do you not admit that there are natives in Oceania?" "Well done, Paganel," said the major. "Do you agree with my explanation, my dear sir?" "I admit it," replied the sergeant, "if you can prove that the gonie is not a Pacogonie or an agonie." "It's dangerous!" said the major. "It doesn't matter what the word is, these words are irrelevant. I don't even want to explain it. The main point is: austral means Australia, such an obvious explanation, we should find it at a glance, but it's a pity There was an error first that blinded us! If I had seen this document first, and if your explanations had not confused me, I would have explained it better by now!" This time, everyone applauded Paganel's words, complimented him, and admired him. Austin, the two sailors, the major, and especially Robert felt a new hope and was very happy. Congratulations to that venerable scholar.Jazz's eyes gradually opened, and from his words, it could be seen that he was about to surrender to Paganel. "There is one last question, my dear Paganel. If you solve it, I will have no choice but to bow down to your ingenuity." "Say it, Glenarvan." "How do you connect those words according to your new interpretation? How does the whole document read?" "Too easy. Here are the papers," said Paganel, pulling out the precious sheet of paper which he had been studying with great care for several days. When the geographer gathered the concepts in his mind and was concentrating on preparing to answer, the audience was silent.He pointed to the scattered words on the document, and at the same time, repeating certain words in particular, he read in a firm voice: "June 7th, 1862, the three-masted ship Britannia, registered at Glasgow The port, sunk in... here you have nothing to do, the words don't matter. The seas of Australia. Desperate to land, the two sailors and Captain Grant will reach or have reached this land, will be captured or have been captured Captured by the savage natives, Zit dropped this document. Wait, wait, isn't the writing clear?" "It's clear, but Australia is just an island, how can the term mainland be used?" "You may rest assured, my dear sir, that the leading geographers unanimously call this island the Australian continent." "Well, I have but one thing to say now, my friends, to Oceania! May God help us! ' cried Jazz. "To Oceania!" cried his traveling companions in unison. "Do you know, Paganel," added the sir, "that you are here on board our Duncan, and it is sheer providence!" "Well," replied Paganel, "even if Heaven sent me, don't mention it any more!" Thus ended the speech, and what an effect it made!It turned everyone's mood around.They thought they were lost in the palace and could never come out, but now they have grasped the clues again.They had built a new hope in this bankrupt scheme.They can simply leave the American continent and let their hearts fly to the land of Oceania.And when they returned to the Duncan, they would not bring back the disappointment of Lady Helene and Mary mourning the loss of Captain Grant forever!So, forgetting the danger of their situation, they rejoiced, and their only regret was that they could not set off immediately. It was four o'clock in the afternoon.We all decided to have dinner at six o'clock.Paganel will prepare a feast to celebrate this happy day.It was a pity that he brought too little food, so he invited Robert to hunt "in the nearby woods".Robert applauded.They took the ammunition pouch that Tarcaf had left behind, cleaned their pistols, loaded the pellets, and set off. "Don't run away," said the major solemnly to the two hunters. After the hunter had gone, Sir and the major went to look at the water mark carved on the tree, while Wilson and Murady went to relight the coal fire in the stove. After Golina sailed down to the surface of the boundless lake, he did not see any sign of receding.Yet the water seemed to have reached its peak.However, the flow is still rapid from south to north, which proves that the volume of water in all Argentine rivers has not been balanced.The water must stabilize before the tide ebbs, just as the sea surface does when the tide stops and the ebb begins.Therefore, as long as the water is rushing northward in this way, it cannot be expected to fall immediately. While Glenarvan and the major were surveying the water level, gunshots rang out in the trees, followed by cheers as loud as the gunshots.Robert's tenor sang like a warbler over the tone of Paganel's bass.Others really don't know which of the two of them is the most childish.This hunt must be well done, which foretells that everyone will have game for dinner.When the major and Glenarvan returned to the stove, they found that Wilson had come up with a clever plan: the sailor caught fish with a needle and a line.There are already dozens of small fish placed in the creases of the "canopy".It is "mochala" fish, which is as tender as ayu, and it is still alive and kicking. It is another delicious dish! At this time, two hunters came down from the top of the "Wombi" tree.Paganel was carefully holding some eggs, and carrying a bunch of young sparrows - which he was going to offer under the name of larks.Robert deftly caught several "Siglos"—a yellow-and-green water bird with extremely delicious meat, which has always been considered valuable in Uruguay.Paganel can have 72 changes in cooking with eggs, but this time he only puts them in hot ashes.Although the recipes of the meals are simple, the dishes for dinner are rich and delicious.Dried meat, hard eggs, grilled sparrows, grilled "Xigeluo" and grilled fish constitute a feast that the participants will never forget. Everyone talked very enthusiastically.They all praised Paganel as a good hunter and a good cook.The scholar accepted these approvals with the humility of a man of real ability.After admiring his admiration, Paganel talked about the tree that gave them a shelter, and he felt that this tree was really vast. "Robert and I," he joked, "we thought we were in a big wood when we were hunting. There was a moment when I thought I couldn't get out. I looked and couldn't find my way, and the sun I'm sinking! I want to go back the way I came, but I can't see where I came from! I'm so hungry again! There are already beasts roaring in the dark bushes...I mean...no! There are no beasts, it's a pity! " "Why!" said the sergeant, "you don't have any beasts?" "Yes! It's a pity!" "This flood is already as ferocious as a beast..." "Scientifically speaking, there is no such thing as evil..." replied the scholar. "Ah! Now that you say that, Paganel, you can't convince people that beasts are useful. What good are beasts?" said the major. "Major!" exclaimed Paganel, "you don't know that beasts of prey are used for classification! With beasts of prey you can classify them into a phylum, a class, an order, a family, a genus, a certain ..." "Is this called a role?" said the major, "but I don't need it! If I was also on Noah's Ark during the ancient flood, I would definitely not let Noah put a pair of lions and a pair of lions on his boat. Tigers, a pair of leopards, a pair of bears, and all other beasts that are harmful and useless." "Would you do that?" Paganel asked. "I will definitely do that." "Then zoologically speaking, you've made a mistake." "But not bad from a humanitarian point of view," replied the major. "That's a shame! If I had, on the contrary, I'd have preserved the giant sloths, pterodactyls, and all the pre-Flood creatures, which we don't have now." "I tell you, Noah did wrong. He preserved those beasts. He should be cursed by scholars for generations." Everyone couldn't help laughing when they heard the two friends arguing about Noah.The major, who had never argued with anyone in his life, was making an exception now, and was quarreling with Paganel every day.Of course the scholar deliberately provoked him.In the end, Glenarvan intervened, saying: "It's a pity that there are no beasts. Whether you say it's a pity or not, from a scientific point of view or from a humane point of view, we actually don't have any beasts today. No matter what, the woods in the sky Here, Paganel can never hope to meet a beast." "Why not?" asked Paganel. "Will there be any beasts in the trees?" Austin said. "Uh! Of course there is! Didn't the jaguar flee to the tree after being chased by the hunter? It is very possible for a tiger to climb up this tree to escape suddenly when it encounters a flood." "At least you didn't meet a jaguar just now, I suppose," said the major. "None, although we searched the woods. What a pity! Otherwise, what a hunt! The jaguar is a beast! It can break a horse's neck with one claw! As long as it has eaten human flesh, It just likes to eat people. Its favorite food is Indians, then blacks, then white and black mongrels, and finally whites." "Fortunately I'm in the fourth class!" replied the major. "Okay! This just proves that you are tasteless." Paganel charged him with contempt. "You make me tasteless!" the major countered. "Then you are too shameful! Caucasians have always regarded themselves as first-class people! Gentlemen Jaguars, it seems that the opinion is not so!" Paganel was really difficult to deal with. "Anyway, my good Paganel," said the sir, "we have neither Indians nor negroes nor mongrels here now, and it would be better if your dear tigers did not come. Our situation It's not so comfortable..." "What! Comfort?" Paganel seized on the word, feeling that it might lead the conversation to a new topic, "you say you're unlucky, Golly. Nafan?" "Naturally, are you comfortable in these trees, which are neither convenient nor soft?" "I've never been so comfortable, not even in my study. We live the lives of birds, we sing, we fly! I've come to believe that humans are meant to live in trees." "It's a pity that a pair of wings are missing!" said the major. "One day in the future, wings will grow!" "Before the wings are born, my dear friend, let me not love this castle in the air, but go to the fine sand in the park, the floor of the house or the deck of the ship!" "Golinafan, we should be happy with the situation! It's good to meet the good ones, but don't mind the bad ones. I think you regret leaving the gentle town of Macomb Mansion!" "No, but..." "I'm sure Robert is very happy here," Paganel went on hastily, hoping to find at least one adherent to his theory. "Yes, Monsieur Paganel!" cried Robert, in a cheerful tone. "It's because this kind of life is suitable for his age." Jazz explained. "Adequate my age, too!" Paganel retorted. "The less a man cares about comfort, the less he needs, and the less he needs, the more happiness he has." "Come on!" said the major, "You see he's coming to order an attack on all the riches and all the fine buildings." "No, Major, eh! Speaking of which, I happen to be reminded of a little Arabian story, and I'll tell you about it if you like." "Yes! Yes! Monsieur Paganel," said Robert. "What is your story trying to prove?" asked the major. "My old friend, it proves what all stories prove." "Then it proves nothing." The major went on to explain. Listen to us." "Once upon a time," began Paganel, "the great lord Naharon Rashi (the famous rabbi of the eighth-century Arab Mohammedans) had a son who was always unhappy. He went to ask a Old Master. This wise old man told him that happiness is something that is not easy to find in this world. However, he also said, I have a tried and tested method that can make you happy. What method? Then asked the young prince. It was to find a happy man and put his shirt on you. The old mage replied. The prince thanked the old mage on the spot and immediately went to find his happy clothes. He set off. He He visited the capitals of all countries in the world! He tried on the king's shirt, the emperor's shirt, the prince's shirt, and the aristocrat's shirt. But it was all in vain. He was still unhappy! So he put the artist's shirt, the soldier's shirt The shirts, the merchant's shirts, were all worn. He didn't feel any better. He ran a lot like this, but he didn't find happiness. At last, because he tried all the shirts to no avail, he was disappointed and frowning He went back to his father's palace. It happened that one day, he was going to the country, and he saw a farmer in the field, happy, singing and plowing the field. He was a happy man at last. , he thought to himself, if he was unhappy, there would be no such thing as happiness in the world. He walked up to say hello: Uh! You man, are you happy? I am happy. The man replied. You don’t want to Do you want anything more? Don’t want anything more! The man said again. Tell you not to be a farmer, but a king, do you want to do it? I will never do this in my life! Then, sell me your shirt! Shirt! I No shirts at all!"