In Search of an Unknown Race — page 158: what you’re looking at

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146 VAN, flash of his dark eyes. And then entering the small cabin intended for the crew, he proceeded to resume his usual apparel, while Ninada turned an anxious and perplexed face toward her cousin. ‘¢There will be trouble, Cousin Van,” she whispered, but Van reassured her as best he could, and the approach of Manola with her young mistress’s breakfast, which had been prepared over a coal brazier, prevented further conversation just then. Every luxury and dainty that Itambez could furnish, from plovers’ eggs for omelettes to delicate ortolans prepared for the spit, had been provided by the thought- fulness of Mr. Briscoe, together with abundance of more substantial food for the crew. Van’s gun and the one purchased at Para for Tom had been placed on board, with a plentiful supply of ammunition and fish- ing tackle, so that fresh game and fish were readily obtainable as on the preceding voyage. The unwelcome intrusion of Flores was the one drawback to the pleasure of a river voyage in the com- panionship of his beautiful cousin, and Van could only devoutly hope that all would go well till in some way they were relieved of his presence. And so the raft kept on her winding way, the only incident of note being that on the third day after leaving the canyon, recurrent earthquake shocks were felt, ac- companied by the subterranean rumbling Van had be- fore heard, together with a strange smoky darkness which for a time completely obscured the sun. That it was a more severe eruption of Escomada than had yet been witnessed, Van felt sure. How severe it might be he could only conjecture from the appearance of the Gomichooksre