In Search of an Unknown Race — page 68: what you’re looking at

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60 VAN. his eyes with a drowsily vague idea that he was stretched in a coffin. Remembering where he was, he was carefully stand- ing upright in the bottom of the little craft, and looking around him, when a long double end canoe, manned by more than a dozen Mumutus, swept swiftly past his hiding-place. Pausing for a moment at the mouth of the stream, they held a brief consultation—some pointing up the Canuma, others down, or in the direction from which © Van and his companions had previously come. To Van’s great delight, the latter course was finally decided upon, andin another moment his enemies were hidden from view by a bend in the river. Leaving the leafy covert, with a heart full of thank- fulness, Van took the opposite direction, and after two hours of steady paddling, ran the canoe ashore in a little cove, with a view of hunting up breakfast. Here he began to notice an entire change in the landscape and surrounding scenery. The palms, cacaos, and white trunked rubber trees were replaced by an entirely new and strange growth. There was an entire lack of underbrush, and from the river banks long reaches of grass-covered plains stretched out for countless miles—an immense uns fenced pasture for thousands upon thousands of wild cattle. Another thing that Van noticed as he stepped ashore was the seeming absence of fear on the part of the bird and animal kingdom. | Humming birds of every conceivable brilliant hue flashed past him within reach and poised themselves Eomichbooksrco =} a - ee ee eee ee lee