In Search of an Unknown Race — page 102: what you’re looking at

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92 VAN. A thin, faintly wavering curl of pale blue smoke rose from the volcanic cone, half hidden in the drifting cloud vapors with which the smoke was blended. As far as the eye could reach, the same wonderful panorama of terraced hill and mountain sides, trans- forming the bleak rocky slopes into fertile fields and gardens, met their gaze. A huge fortress commanded the entrance to the defile, and below them was the Canuma, flowing down from the southern hillsides through the city, and across the valley, till it dis- appeared in the canyon on the opposite side. ‘‘Nebber see not’in’ like daf—nebber!” emphatically exclaimed Tom, breaking the silence. With outstretched finger the negro pointed to the wonderful scene, and Martin assented with ashortnod. Still Van had neither words or signs by which to express his own en- thusiasm. But Quipo was growing impatient, and again the little cavalcade was set in motion. The road now wound directly downward toward the city, through the humbler dwellings and farms of the suburban residents. Martin, who had laid aside his usual taciturnity, pointed out the various objects of interest as they passed along. He showed Van how in the wide and extensive terrace farms nearer the base of the mountains were cultivated only the crops which flourish best in a tropical temperature. Higher up were the cereals and hardier fruits or flowers; thus ascending in narrowing grades to the colder heights, where only the very hardiest could grow. He called Van's attention to the vast stone granaries Eomichbooks.co