Old Gold: The Cruise of the "Jason" BrigFenn, George Manville
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Old Gold: The Cruise of the "Jason" Brig
Fenn, George Manville
Boats and boating -- Juvenile fiction; South America -- Juvenile fiction; Treasure troves -- Juvenile fiction
"It might have been a couple of thousand years ago for aught we can
tell," said Sir Humphrey.
"Yes," said Brace; "but we have done nothing yet. There are hundreds
more of these cells, floor above floor, right to the top."
"Well, let's try another floor or terrace, if we can," said Sir
Humphrey. "Has anyone discovered a way up?"
"Yes, sir there's a hole yonder," said one of the men, "and it isn't
stopped up."
"Well, let's try it," said Sir Humphrey.
"Hadn't we better get to the end here, and see what that better part is
like?" said Briscoe. "It seems to me that we shall find behind those
carved stones the best part of the place."
"Very well," said Sir Humphrey: "let's try that first; but we have a
month's work before us to explore all this. Now then."
Briscoe eagerly took the lead and went on along the terrace, with the
little metallic-looking lizards darting away in the sunshine amidst the
fallen stones; and cell after cell was passed till the end of their
journey was reached in the shape of a blank mass of rock, beyond which
they felt certain that the temple or palace remains must be. But there
was no means of passing farther, and nothing remained but to ascend to
the next terrace.
This was done, with similar experiences, and another step was gained,
from which, after looking down to where the boats were moored, they
again climbed higher, entering very few of the cells, but directing
their efforts towards reaching the central portion.
But failure attended every effort, and, hot and wearied out by what was
growing a monotonous task, Brace and the American readily acquiesced in
Sir Humphrey's proposal that they should now descend and join their
companions in the midday meal, and afterwards take the smaller boat, row
to the front of the temple, and try for away up from the river.
The task of descending and going back took considerably longer than they
anticipated, but at last they reached the lower terrace, where the rest
were awaiting their return, and over the meal they related their
experiences.
These were precisely similar to those of a couple of the men who had
explored a little on their own account in the other direction; but they
had been compelled to keep to the terrace where the fires had been lit.
"The place must have been built by the same kind of people who cut their
rock houses in some of the canons in Mexico," said Briscoe; "only those
are a degenerate set, and their cells or dwellings are very rough and
primitive. These people must have been greatly in advance. There: I
want to get to work again. There must be a way into that temple place
from the front."
"Well, let's try," said the captain. "It's a queer place if there is no
way in."
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