In Search of an Unknown Race — page 83: what you’re looking at

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

VAN, 94 CHAPTER X CANUMA LAKE, WueEn Van Briscoe woke to consciousness his head was not very clear regarding what had happened to him, or how it was that he found himself lying in a very comfortable grass hammock, which was swinging easily to and fro through no volition on his own part. He recalled the sensations of the earthquake shock, and his subsequent escape from the threatened attack of the jaguar. Then in immediate connection came his singular vision of the Lilliputian men. Raising his head, which felt light and dizzy, Van looked curiously about him. The hammock was swung from the opposite posts in a large airy structure. One side of this was open, ad- mitting air and light, and affording an uninterrupted view of a number of unusually small, neatly built huts, with conical tops skillfully thatched with rushes, held in place by cords of twisted grass. The walls, like those of the larger structure in which he was domiciled, were of stout, upright canes, wattled with willow withes and coarse grass. And sitting un< der the shade of broad leafed trees, whose foliage hardly admitted the sun’s rays were groups of the little mer EOmMmiIGdoOoO cS (E(0) im