Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea

by Jules Verne

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"Good!" said Conseil; "a concert of bulls!" "No; a concert of morses." "They are fighting!" "They are either fighting or playing." We now began to climb the blackish rocks, amid unforeseen stumbles, and over stones which the ice made slippery. More than once I rolled over at the expense of my loins. Conseil, more prudent or more steady, did not stumble, and helped me up, saying: "If, sir, you would have the kindness to take wider steps, you would preserve your

morses.