Scorpions, scolopendras, and other myriapodes, as many as he could wish, and even more, were discovered.

And we know that Cousin Benedict did not interest himself in myriapodes.
"It was not worth the trouble," added he, "to travel five or six thousand miles, to have braved the tempest, to be wrecked on the coast, and not meet one of those American hexapodes, which do honor to an entomological museum! No; the game was not worth the candle!" As a conclusion, Cousin Benedict asked to go away.

He did not wish to remain another hour on that detested shore.
Mrs.Weldon calmed her large child.

They made him hope that he would be more fortunate the next day, and all went to lie down in the grotto, to sleep there till sunrise, when Tom observed that Negoro had not yet returned, though night had arrived.
"Where can he be ?" asked Mrs.Weldon.
"What matter!" said Bat.
"On the contrary, it does matter," replied Mrs.Weldon.

"I should prefer having that man still near us." "Doubtless, Mrs.Weldon," replied Dick Sand; "but if he has forsaken our company voluntarily, I do not see how we could oblige him to rejoin us.