In Search of an Unknown Race — page 154: what you’re looking at

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142 : VAN. the solemn looking white buildings, while river and city alike were bathed in the wonderful moonlight glow. On and still on between the stone embankments lined with the homes of the sleeping city, and before them loomed the great arch in the city wall through which the Canuma swept the raft with ever increasing strength. ‘« Adiosa, Itambez,” exclaimed Manola with stream- ing eyes, stretching out her arms toward the receding city. ‘« Adiosa, Itambez, poro pocita tiemporate,” (Adieu, Itambez, for alittle time), whispered Ninada, insensibly dropping into the familiar tongue of her people, and as was perhaps natural, betraying less sorrow than Manola. ‘‘Good-bye, Itambez,” murmured Van, himself not unmoved by the strangely weird beauty of the scene, while Tom alone showed no particular signs of emotion in any direction. The start had been made at midnight for two reasons. One was that Mr. Briscoe wished as far as possible to keep the departure of the party from being made public. The other, to throw Flores off the track. And to this latter end Flores had been dispatched that afternoon with message to the overseer of a small sugar plantation in the suburbs, owned by Mr. Briscoe. And so, as the raft swept onward between little outlying villages and hamlets, Tom and Van stood alternate watches till morning, while Manola and her foster child retired to their tiny cabin, where they were lulled to rest by the ripple of the water and the low chant of the oarsman. The sun was just touching the surrounding peaks Eomichooks: Go