As we drifted into clearer range of the city’s portal we were more
impressed than ever with the splendor of the figure surmounting it.
With arms outstretched to heaven, it seemed appealing for the descent of
some blessing upon its people. The statue alone must have been more
than a hundred feet high, while the arch supporting it was doubtless
four or five times as much. It was a creation far exceeding any similar
design of our own world, and one which can never be forgotten. We
stopped before this monster with feelings akin to awe.
"What is it, Tuzu? What do your people want?" we signalled, while
suspended at an elevation less than half-way up this noble arch.
He pointed to the monument, and assumed an attitude of reverence. Then
throwing back his head and lifting his arms, imitated the figure. He
then looked at us, and with unmistakable signs entreated our doing
likewise. Was it some ritualistic ceremony with which all foreigners
were expected to conform? Although puzzling, we did as we were asked,
each in turn, and a look of pleasure came over the fellow’s face. We
repeated the performance, always careful to imitate the attitude of the
model, feeling sure it was the right thing. Meanwhile another crowd had
come pouring through the gate, a happy, interested crowd, which shouted
with delight each time we repeated the ceremony. Suddenly Torrence,
turning to me, said:
"I have it! I know what it means!"
He then went on to explain.
"Simple enough; these people take us for gods come from the sky, and in
part they are right. Chock full of superstition, they want our blessing
before we return to the unknown. This colossal figure is a statue of
one of their deities, perhaps their only deity. Being gods, they give
us credit for knowing what it is, and want us to bless the town and the
people. Tuzu and his gang were sent to urge our return, and now that we
have come they are satisfied. I am quite sure that this is the
explanation."
It seemed as if he were right, for although the inhabitants repeated
their request that we descend, they were now willing to let us go in
peace, having bestowed our peace upon them. We declined their
invitation, but signalled our hope of returning at a later day. We
could no longer doubt the kindness of their feelings, but having an
unexplored world ahead, were anxious to hurry on, and so waved them a
second farewell.
* * * * *
*XIX.*
Before turning our backs for the last time upon this splendid monument
of an unknown civilization, an incident occurred which is worthy of
record.
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