In Search of an Unknown Race — page 101: what you’re looking at

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VAN. Qf CHAPTER XIII. IN THE STREETS OF ITAMBEZ Ir is no matter of wonder that Van Briscoe sat speechless and motionless as his eyes rested upon the wonderful scene before them! ‘¢There can be nothing else like it on the face of the globe,” is written in his notebook, under the brief record of his first sensations on looking down upon Itambez. And from what he has told me with his own lips, I think the expression is not overdrawn. I have said that the province of Itambezi is com- pletely surrounded by a mighty ring of mountain ranges, among and above which towers the volcanic peak of Escomada. At the base of the latter, Van saw far beneath, in the immense bowl-shaped valley clad in perpetual green, a mighty city, walled in like those of ancient days—a city whose roofs and towers glistened like burnished silver in the sun’s rays. Behind it the mountain sides rose in terraced slopes. The artificial garden enclosures thus formed mounted higher and higher, narrowing in proportion, almost to the line of separation between the last scanty growth of _ vegetation and the height of perpetual snow. EOmMiIcboo “S (G(0)