In Search of an Unknown Race — page 150: what you’re looking at

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course feel it so deeply as her father, who himself was in a state of anxious uncertainty regarding the matter, though he seldom spoke of it. And all this time Escomada kept up its undertone of erumbling, its puffs of smoke by day, and the lurid glow of its peak by night. Yet as with the people of Pom- peii and Herculaneum, those of Itambezi ate, drank and were merry in their indolent, dreamy way—married and were given in marriage. The ancient records showed that every generation for centuries had witnessed simi- lar volcanic phenomena at periodic intervals, yet noth- ing like a serious eruption of the fire-mountain had ever taken place. True, the wise men were predicting something disas- trous during the then present year, yet their daily lives went on as usual. The truth is, the people of Itambez were fatalists in the strongest sense of the word. ‘‘What is written is written,” might be called their watchword, and so they drifted on with the dreamy days. Eomichooks sco