In Search of an Unknown Race — page 81: what you’re looking at

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VAN. 71 For all were armed—some with bows and arrows as long as themselves, and others with feathered lances. Van could hear their voices—proportioned to their tiny frames—in animated discussion over the dead jag- var. And then an involuntary exclamation, suddenly _ forced from his lips by the strange darting pains through his back and loins, drew all eyes toward himself. That the fiend of fever had him in his clutches Van was fully assured. For as he dropped back on the grass, he was no longer Van Briscoe, but by some strange metamorphosis he had been changed into one Gulliver among the people of Lilliput ! These were not boys, but tiny bearded and mustached men of diminutive though perfect proportions, who quickly surrounded him. Thus much he made sure, before his heavy eyes fell, and the terrible stupor crept slowly but surely over his brain. He even felt that they were binding him hand and foot, and then was conscious that his revolver, the pocket compass, matchsafe and his knife were taken from different parts of his person. But when Van’s shirt was rudely torn open in front, and small hands explored the compartments of the money belt about his waist, he made one tremendous effort, and, opening his eyes, vainly struggled with his bonds. Whether it was part of his delirium or not, Van has never been perfectly sure. But as nearly as he can re- member, he was conscious that a sudden silence had fallen upon the Lilliputian throng. One of their number held in his small hands the letter he had taken from Van’s money belt. Raising it EoOmicboo SiG