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 1    1,   22|     Paganel, Monsieur Paganel, a forest of horns.”~“What!” exclaimed
 2    1,   22|    geographer; “you have found a forest of horns?”~“Yes, yes, or
 3    1,   23|        have called it a complete forest instead of a solitary tree
 4    1,   23|      will go and cut wood in the forest?”~“I will,” said Robert.~
 5    1,   24|          hunt in the neighboring forest. Robert clapped his hands
 6    1,   24|    ourselves hunting in the open forest. I was afraid, for the minute,
 7    1,   24|         the gloomy depths of the forest resounded already with the
 8    1,   24|       wild beasts in this aerial forest.”~“Why not?” asked the geographer.~“
 9    2,   13|         brambles, nor the virgin forest barricaded with the trunks
10    2,   13|          the journey through the forest was often long and painful,
11    2,   14|        noise, seemed buried in a forest of exotic trees.~At Sandy
12    2,   15|      they went through a curious forest of ferns, which would have
13    2,   15|       miles were got over, and a forest of tall trees came in sight
14    2,   16|          It was a gloomy-looking forest of tall gum-trees; nothing
15    2,   17| tremendous conflagration in this forest of dry trees.~“The convicts
16    2,   17|          the scoundrels left the forest.~“I had all the information
17    3,    3|         mazes of the New Zealand forest. May heaven be our guide,
18    3,   10|          volcanic cones behind a forest flat. Such is the majestic
19    3,   15|         isolated clumps, and the forest was not composed of trees,
20    3,   15|    patriarchs of the New Zealand forest measured fifty yards in