In Search of an Unknown Race — page 79: what you’re looking at

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~ VAN. | 69 scuttled through the grass at Van’s feet; squirrels chat- tered in the trees, and a pure white monkey made im- pudent grimaces in his very face. Feeling sick and faint, he dragged himself to the shelter of a mimosa bush, and tried to collect his scattered senses. A rustling in the underbrush, and the sharp rattle of claws against a neighboring tree trunk, arrested his at- tention, With an effort, Van languidly raised his head from the green sward. A thrill of fear, partly due to his strained nerves, passed over him as a pair of glittering yellowish green eye-balls met his own, and he saw, crouching on the limb of a wide spreading tree, not fifteen feet away, a spotted jaguar, or tiger cat, as large as a half grown leopard, and fully as dangerous. As though fixed in his place by that strange fascina- tion with which the serpent charms the bird, Van’s faculties seemed for the moment to be perfectly be- numbed, and he sat spell-bound and motionless. He forgot that in his pocket was a loaded weapon. Indeed, as he has since said, he thinks his brain was temporarily paralyzed—if such a thing be possible. The lithe, long-limbed animal seemed drawing itself together for the expected spring. Its tail moved gently from side to side, as you may have seen a Cat prepar- ing to pounce upon a luckless mouse. A sound, which Van instinctively knew to be the twang of a bowstring, broke the stillness of the drowsy atmosphere. Simultaneous with the sound, something whistled through the air from behind the thicket, near which Van was reclining. Eomicboo ‘S (E(0) m