In Search of an Unknown Race — page 37: what you’re looking at

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VAN. 29 CHAPTER IV. THE SEAL OF ITAMBEZ. Witu wind and tide in its favor, the launch sped rap- idly along the low lying southern shore of the wide Para river. It was past mid-day when on rounding an abrupt bend in the stream the city of Para came inte full view. Half an hour later, the little vessel was lying near the damp and slippery steps in the shadow of the old stone custom-house. ‘‘Weil, Mist’ Briscoe,” said the negro, standing erect in the boat and stretching his cramped limbs, while Van gazed about him in bewilderment at the abrupt transi- tion from the solitude of the sea to the animated scene before him ; ‘‘ we got here—zow what?” ‘‘Tom,” abruptly replied Van, withdrawing his gaze from the novel scene, ‘‘ how much pay do you have on board the river steamers ?” ‘<’Bout forty mzlreis (twenty dollars) for mont,” was the indifferent reply. ‘‘T’ll give you twenty-five dollars a month to go up the river with me as far as the Canuma—and perhaps further,” said Van, without going into any explanation. ‘¢ You goin’ up ribber, Mist’ Briscoe?” exclaimed the negro in great astonishment—‘‘wha’ for—you hab’ | no goods for trade—” Eomichdoo “S (G(0) im