In Search of an Unknown Race — page 193: what you’re looking at

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VAR, 184 was saying, as Van walked slowly past, ‘‘ but when it comes to explorin’ and adventure they can’t hold a candle to us.” “Well, I don’t know,” cautiously replied Mr. Bol- trope. ‘‘There was Kane and Stanley y ‘‘And against those are Scoresby and Speke, Living- stone, and a score of others,” impatiently interrupted Lord Bampton, unwilling, like many of his nationality, to yield the palm to American enterprise in any form. ‘“‘Why, look where Sanderson and I have been,” he went on, with an air of conscious pride, ‘‘along the Amazon and then up the Uraria and Canuma, reaching a point further in the southern interior than any other explorer, with the exception, perhaps, of my eldest brother, Edward. He, with Carl Schmidt, the natural- ist, penetrated the Mumuru districts id ‘‘¢And never came back,” murmured Mr. Sanderson, without removing his cigar. ‘And never came back,” said Lord Bampton, accept- ing the suggestion. ‘‘Can you name any American who has ever done d/ha/ P” he added, in rather a boastful manner. Edward Bampton! In Lord Bampton’s sunburned face Van fancied he traced a shadowy resemblance to the ghastly features of one of the embalmed heads which he had seen in the Mumuru prison house. As Mr. Boltrope hesitated for a reply—for it is no small matter to contradict an English lord—Van spoke. ‘‘Excuse me for replying to a remark not addressed to myself,” he said, courteously, ‘‘ but / can tell you of an American who has gone farther into the Brazilian interior than Mr. Edward Bampton or any other English explorer.” Eomicbooks. Gc