In Search of an Unknown Race — page 43: what you’re looking at

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VAN. 35 Van, for the first time, brought out his substitute for a chart and laid it open before him. ‘‘Another twenty-four hours ought to bring usinto the Uraria according to my reckoning,” hesaid, after making a scale measurement with a strip of paper. ‘“And de Canuma flow inter de Uraria ’bout half way from its mouth, eh, Mist’ Briscoe—I mean Mist’ Vance,’ responded the negro, correcting himself quickly. “ Mr.—wuo?” exclaimed the sailor, as he looked sud- denly up from the gunlock he was oiling. It was so very unusual for him to betray the slightest signs of either curiosity or surprise that Van was amazed at his excited tone, and briefly explained the matter. The other opened his lips, but whether to comment or question is uncertain. For at the moment his gaze fell upon the back of the letter, which Van was refolding preparatory to returning it to place. Instantly a curious ashy pallor overspread the sailor's face. Coming forward, he touched the impress of the peculiar seal on the back of the letter with a finger that trembled visibly. ‘“Why—what is it?” asked Van in extreme bewilder- ment. Instead of answering, the sailor threw open the front of his coarse linen shirt. | With an astonishment greater than can be imagined, Van saw neatly tattooed in peculiar coloring on the sailor’s brawny chest ¢he exactcounierpart of the seal on the letter f EOmiGcdoo Ss (E(0)