In Search of an Unknown Race — page 76: what you’re looking at

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66 VAN. snow-crested summits of a far reaching mountain range, whose dimly seen slopes were veiled in misty tints of purple and blue. And Van did not need to refer to the letter chart to know that these were the mighty Cordilleras which encircled the sought for province and city of Itambez. They were the mountains among which was the canyon through which flowed the very river whose course he was following. As nearly as he could judge they were from forty to fifty miles distant, though in reality—as he afterward knew—they were much further. The roar of a waterfall beyond a turn in the river warned Van that another portage was before him, With anything but cheerful anticipations of a two or three hours’ tramp through marsh and morass, entan- gling creepers and forests strewn with rolling tree trunks, Van paddled ashore at a convenient landing place, and lifting the canoe, which seemed to weigh > far more than it had ever done, he took up his line of march along the river bank. With aching head and dizzy brain, Van staggered on, thankful to find that it was comparatively easy walking owing to the sudden absence of underbrush. Lofty trees different in size and shape from any he had seen, giving cooling shade, and soft rich grass, grateful to his tired feet, invited him to rest. Putting down the canoe with a sigh of relief, he dropped beside it, and languidly wiped the streaming perspiration from his face with a handful of leaves. The breeze died away as suddenly as it sprang up, and the hot, suffocating sultriness was almost unen- durable. Eomichooks, co