In Search of an Unknown Race — page 58: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

50 VAN. CHAPTER VIL THE MUMURU VILLAGE. As the sun disappeared behind some curiously shaped hill-tops (the first indication of a mountainous region that Van had noticed since leaving the Amazon) the raft emerged from the flooded forest into the main course of the river. Crossing the stream at almost right angles, it was propelled into the mouth of a deep wide branch which entered the Canuma on the western side. After an hour of alternate pulling and towing the raft rounded a thickly wooded point, and touched the strand. Forest and shore alike were wrapped in the soft impenetrable gloom of the tropics, which served to make the blazing constellations of the bluish black vault overhead shine out with double splendor. Fire-flies sparkled through the air on every side, and occasionally the giant lantern fly whizzed past, leaving a strange phosphorescent trail as distinct as that of a passing meteor. Scarcely was the raft made fast to a stake in the sand, when the raftsmen united their voices in a strange shrill cry. It was echoed from a short distance away. GEOMmiGchooks (E(0)