In Search of an Unknown Race — page 100: what you’re looking at

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90 VAN. ward by the side of Quipo the runner, in a state of amazed bewilderment at everything he saw. Across a terrible chasm a thousand feet deep was a frail looking suspension bridge, whose swaying cables of twisted magwey fibers were made fast to immense stone buttresses on either side of the abyss. Rails of the same material extended entirely across, while the flooring, ifI may so term it, was of plank bewn by hand. Long guys were attached to either side, yet the structure swung and swayed as the caval- cade passed over it, and Van felt a decided sensation of relief when the llamas’ feet struck the solid rock on the opposite side. Then the way led through a vast tunnel cut through the granite side of the mountain, and lighted at intervals Dy apertures overhead. And all at once, as the little party, half blinded by the sudden glare of sunlight, emerged again into the open day, Quipo and the girl guide, with a simultaneous gesture, commanded a pause. Turning their faces toward the sun, they reverently bowed their heads, while from the lips of each escaped the single word ‘‘ Jiambez /” Eomichbooks.co m