In Search of an Unknown Race — page 99: what you’re looking at

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

VAN. SG asa barber. Though his ‘‘kit,” carried in a leather bag attached to his sash, was of the most primitive kind, he made a very creditable job of it. He never spoke throughout the entire procedure of hair cutting and shaving. ‘This seemed quite remark- able, until Martin explained that by an edict of the province of Jtambez only deaf mutes were aliowed t: practice the tonsorial art. It was with a strange mixture of sensations that or: the following morning Van again took up his journey. Even the wonderful beauty of the sunrise, flooding the mountain peaks with intense colorings, faiied to draw his attention excepting for the passing moment. He was nearing a city the description of which reac like a fairy tale. A city built more than a thousand years before by a people acquainted with many arts, and but little removed from a more advanced civiliza- tion, whose history was lost to their descendants. A city where for successive ages powerful Incas had ruled and human sacrifices by thousands been offered in the temples. And so on, through successive genera- tions of increasing knowledge, till the descendants o% this mysterious race---if haif what Martin toid him was true—were a people who stood on a level with European civilization in many things, and far above it in some. Martin himself betrayed a certain degree of excite- ment quite unlike hig usual composure, though it was mixed with some very pronounced indications of joy at once more returning to the city of his choice. Andthe negro Tom, whose iormer familiarity toward his two white comraces had given place to a sort of respectiui recognition of their superior claims, rode silentiy on- EOmicboo SiG