In Search of an Unknown Race — page 184: what you’re looking at

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172 VAN. ‘‘Heretic though ye are, I’ve hopes of meetin ye in Hivin.” Van waved his hand, and soon a bend in the river hid Atlaxa from view. There were no more stoppages to be made, and the boat sped on with the swift current through’ days and nights, till one morning at sunrise the whitewashed walls of Para appeared in sight. Half an hour later the boat was alongside the custom-house steps. Standing on the pier for a moment, Van looked about him in a sort of bewilderment. Thesame slow-moving panorama of indolent life presented itself as when, a few months previous, he had landed from the launch at the selfsame spot. He could almost believe, as he stood blinking his eyes in the strong sunlight, that for a few moments he had fallen asleep with some of the idlers who were dozing in the deep shadows, and dreamed the singular experiences of the past weeks. But rousing himself from his momentary abstraction, Van looked eagerly about the harbor. Two iron pas- senger and freight steamers, flying the English flag, were lying at anchor, while two smaller ones were moored at a pier some distance away. One of them, Van felt quite sure, was the Carita, which had taken Ninada from Atlaxa. He had cherished a faint hope that his party were still in Para) He was more troubled than he dared acknowledge to himself, when, on boarding the little rubber steamer, he learned from Captain McGrath that they had sailed the week before in the new passenger steamer Clytie for New York. Moreover, no other boat would leave for that port for nearly a fortnight. GEomicbooks:.c¢