In Search of an Unknown Race — page 48: what you’re looking at

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40 VAN. discomforts incident to travel in warm climates, they endured them with considerable philosophy, as well persons might with such a goal in view as Itambez. Occasionally a small, light draught schooner would be spoken or encountered at anchor, but after they had fairly entered the Uraria, these connecting links of civilization were left behind. It was early morning when the light boat, swinging round a bend in the Uraria, entered the mouth of the unexplored Canuma branch. The mist, rising from the face of the smooth stream, was shot through with golden arrows from the bow of the rising sun. There was no air stirring, so Tom and Bob were plying the paddles—the boat being kept well into the eastern shore on account of the swift current. The scene was one of indescribable beauty. The mast was brushed by clusters of vines, full of odorous blossoms, hanging from the overarching limbs of lofty trees on the banks, which themselves were a mass of the densest foliage rising directly from the water’s edge. Everywhere grew the palm and cacao, while among the glossy banana leaves the golden fruit hung tempt- ingly. Big blue butterflies, half as large as an ordinary palm leaf fan, danced over the river or hovered among the blossoms. Parrots and parrakeets chattered in the tree tops, lories whistled, and ducks with their young broods quacked loudly as they were disturbed by the approach of the gliding boat. All the long day scenes of strange novelty kept pre- senting themselves at almost every bend and turn of the river, which, so far as is definitely known, has never Eomichbooksreo