In Search of an Unknown Race — page 50: what you’re looking at

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22 VAN. CHAPTER VI. VAN IS TAKEN PRISONER. ‘¢A GoriLtta!” was the wild thought which flashed across Van’s mind, but before he could cry out a broad hand was clapped across his mouth, while his wrists were seized and held in a grasp like that of a vise. But no—the dark face bending over him was that of a human being, an Indian evidently, as was the lithe dark-skinned young man who had seized and lashed his ankles together, and was pressing his whole weight upon the lower part of Van's body, despite his frantic struggles. The whole affair was the work of an instant, and ac- complished with such silent swiftness that the boat swept on, and its occupants, both of whom were facing the bows, were utterly unconscious of what had taken place. With a mixture of emotions impossible to describe, Van, thus rendered speechless and helpless, listened in mute despair to the sound of the receding paddle ! As his eyes accustomed themselves to the shadowy gloom caused by the dense foliage, he saw that he was extended on a platform of canes held together by twisted rushes, supported by the lowermost branches of the fig Eomichookstco