In Search of an Unknown Race — page 87: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

from the diminutive chief, one of the men returned to Van the compass, match-box, cup, revolver, pistol and cartridges taken from him the afternoon before, but it was very evident that the Pocotas, who eyed them with a sortof respectful awe, had no conception of their use. Then, followed at a little distance by almost the entire population, Van was guided to the river banks but a pistol shot distant. Here he found his canoe. In the bow was a wicker basket full of food, while beside it was a large jar of por- ous Clay containing a preparation not unlike lemonade. That the Pocotas were aware of Van’s destination was very evident from what had passed. How much more they knew of the province on the very outskirts of which their own little tribe were suffered to dwell, Van could form no idea further than to judge by cer- tain indications that they held the people of Itambezi in great awe. | Pointing up the river, the Pocota chief waved his hand in a circular sweep which Van understood to mean Canuma Lake. Next he held up two fingers, and this, Van felt quite sure, indicated two days’ journey, as the stock of provisions which had been provided were sufficient to last about that time. His canoe was carefully deposited in the water, and Van shook hands with a number of the friendly little people who pressed forward to bid him farewell. And then, taking his place in the bottom of the Mumuru canoe, which had done him such good service, Van resumed his paddle and his journey, quickly losing sight of his kindly entertainers around one of the frequent bends in the river. EOmicbdoo ‘S (E(0) im