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 is a wonderful place," said Brace thoughtfully, "and the old people
who cut out these cells and did all that carving must have been clever
enough for anything. Look at the shaping of this curious-looking
monster."
"I admire the way they protected themselves and prepared for a siege as
much as anything," said Briscoe. "The manner in which they contrived
the water supply is to my mind grand. We must have torches one of these
days, and examine that tank, and get up to the top and find out how the
spring is led in."
"But it seems strange that there are no more remains left about. They
did not possess anything apparently but a few earthen pots and the stone
mills," said Brace.
"People didn't furnish much in early times," said Briscoe, laughing. "A
man provided himself with a knife, a bow and arrow, or a spear, and a
place to lay his head in, and no doubt thought he was rich. He didn't
want a van when he was going to move to a fresh residence."
"But these people must have been highly civilised to ornament this
temple, or palace, or whatever it was, so grandly."
"Well, let's make our way to the bottom," said Briscoe; "we may find
something more interesting yet. Ready, Sir Humphrey?"
"Yes: forward," was the reply.
"He means downward," said Briscoe, laughing, and, the regular shaft
being found, they descended to the next terrace and began to explore.
CHAPTER THIRTY NINE.
THE TEMPLE OF IDOLS.
Working now upon a regular plan, the party began at one end of the
terrace and examined each cell in turn.
They had proceeded about a third of the way towards the other end, when,
to the surprise of all, although the openings like windows continued in
a regular row, the doorways ceased altogether, and when an attempt to
peer in at window after window was made, nothing whatever could be seen,
for within all was deep silent gloom.
They soon found that about a third part in the centre of the
two-hundred-feet-long terrace was like this: then the doorways began
again and continued right away to the end.
"Here, I want to see what's inside that middle part," said Briscoe. "I
propose that I have a rope round my waist, and that I climb in, and you
lower me down till I holloa out."
"And I propose," said Sir Humphrey, "that we leave that till another
day. Let's go down to the next terrace."
"At your orders, sir," said the American quietly. "I can wait."
The opening leading to the next terrace was sought for after the last
cells had been examined, and when discovered it was found to contain
nothing whatever but the crumbling dust of ages and the traces left by
birds; while, upon descending to this last terrace but one, they saw
that the construction was precisely the same as that of the terrace they
had just left--the central part being pierced only with windows, doored
cells being on either side.
"I feel more and more that I want to see what's inside there," said
Briscoe.
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