In Search of an Unknown Race — page 156: what you’re looking at

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144 VAN. At the end of an hour the canyon widened, while at the same time the rocky walls on either hand began lessening gradually in height, till with a startling sud- denness the raft shot out from the gloomy canyon into the dazzling sunlight. On either side of the river lay the smooth table lands blending hazily in the distance with the wooded dis- tricts about Canuma Lake. One of the younger looking of the Indian crew now separated himself from the others and coolly walked toward the part of the raft where Van, standing beside Ninada, was pointing out the peculiar features of the scenery. Rather to the astonishment of the two, the young man, kneeling down on the edge of the raft, proceeded to wash his face and hands with rather more energy than the Indian races display in ablutions. Then, standing erect, he turned toward them. ‘‘ Flores!” exclaimed Ninada, but Van himself could not speak for indignation. GComMmichbooks (C(O) im