In Search of an Unknown Race — page 179: what you’re looking at

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VAN, 167 CHAPTER XXV. AN UNEXPECTED RECOVERY. Farner Fetix, who was on his knees beside Van, was somewhat rudely pushed aside by his native servant, who carried in one hand a big-bellied black bottle. ‘‘Pepe, you vill’in,” cried Father Felix, dropping his beads from his fingers, ‘‘how dare you interrupt my prayers? And,” as his eye fell upon the bottle, “how dare you meddle wid my cashaca P” ‘‘Had big hunt to find him,” coolly returned Pepe. As he spoke the native tore open Van’s shirt in front, and laid his ear to his breast fora moment. Then he pushed back one of the boy’s eyelids, and looked sharply at the eyeball. It was noticeable that this had not the grayish film peculiar to death, nor had the limbs the inflexibility known as the rigor of a corpse. ‘*Get out of the way,” rather gruffly demanded Pepe, who was a privileged character round the premises. ‘May I niver,” muttered the priest, as he rose to his feet—‘‘may I niver, if the half-breed don’t think he can raise a dead corpse with cashaca/” It looked like it certainly. Supporting Van’s head on his knee, the native uncorked the bottle. Forcing Van’s teeth apart, he allowed a few drops of the powerful spirit to drop on his tongue. As it made Eomicdoo cS (E(0) im