In Search of an Unknown Race — page 160: what you’re looking at

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raf VAN. more than one little peculiarity of Flores, which was unknown to Van himself. Flores was silent concerning his intentions in visiting America or what he purposed doing there. That he had probably secretly supplied himself with jewels from those in his guardian’s keeping Van knew there could be but little doubt, as he would of course not enter upon such a venture without being abundantly provided with means. But the days flew by with their constantly changing panorama of scenery and passing events, yet Flores kept his own counsel and preserved his unruffled com- posure as at first, till Van began to fancy that they had perhaps misjudged him after all. Not so Ninada, who, with her nurse Manola seemed to cherish a vague distrust to which they could give no name. Andso, sometimes aided by favoring breezes, the raft was swept ever onward toward the mighty Amazon by the swift or sluggish current as the case might be. Canuma Lake was entered and crossed—the respec- tive districts of the diminutive Pocotas and the dangerous Mumurus passed without encountering a member of either tribe, while later, the flooded forests and white trunked rubber districts were left behind. No incident worthy of mention occurred till Atlaxa— the native village at the junction of the Canuma with the Uraria—was reached, where, according to agreement with Mr. Briscoe, the services of the raftsmen ended. The raft was if possible to be exchanged for a large boat, in which the Itambez Indians were to make their return to the province, accompanied by Tom. Atlaxa was a primitive settlement with mixed popula- GOMIGEhHoOoks (E(o)