In Search of an Unknown Race — page 128: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

118 VAN. For example. A person corresponding to an Easf Indian /ekir had taken his place on the smooth-shaven lawn—his few requirements being Shoe Bhai in an em- broidered pouch at his sash. The inexplicable feat of the seed growing, familiar to most East Indian travelers, had been performed. ‘The pomegranate stone placed in the earth and covered with transparent gauze had grown to a height of ten inches, and shot out little branches, before Van’s astonished eyes. A twig plucked from a flowering shrub, and stripped downward between the fingers, had thrown off a score of tiny shining lizards, which went scampering off through the grass. Three translucent globes of some waxy substance, tossed one by one into the air, had there remained -mov- ing slowly about each other, only to return at the fakir’s command. And so on. Then, too, he had seen a tiny bit of paper flutter down from somewhere overhead and fall at Mr. Briscoe’s elbow, which being opened was found to be a message from some of the wise men. And so while Van had seen nothing that came strictly under the head of the supernatural, he had been greatly puzzled at certain phenomena, of which I have just given illustrations. | ‘“The—whatever it was which passed between Flores and myself seemed strange to me,” finally returned Van. Ninada smiled, but offered no explanation. | ‘‘T hardly know how to go on,” she slowly continued, ‘‘ because those of your own race believe so differently ;_ yet ‘But you are partly one of my own race,” eagerly GomMmichbooks (E(e) m