In Search of an Unknown Race — page 15: what you’re looking at

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IN SEARCH OF AN UNKNOWN RACE. CHAPTER I. A MESSAGE FROM THE UNKNOWN LAND. Tue schooner Rattler lay at an outside berth of a Boston wharf ready to sail on the following morning. In the snug cabin below, Captain Josh Peterson, a squarely-built, middle-aged seaman, with a resolute weather-beaten face, had just shaken hands, for at least the third time, with a manly-looking young fellow in his seventeenth year, who had just come on board. Van Briscoe—for by this name will the hero of my story be known—was tall and sinewy for his years, with pleasant clear-cut features, a trifle bronzed by sea air. He had but that day arrived in Boston from New York, where for three years he had been on board the school ship St. Mary’s. He had paid a flying visit to one of the suburban towns close to Boston, where Gomichbooks (G(0) m