Through the crater's rimVerrill, A. Hyatt (Alpheus Hyatt)
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Through the crater's rim
Verrill, A. Hyatt (Alpheus Hyatt)
Central America -- Fiction; Explorers -- Fiction
It was a delicate matter to accomplish, but it had to be done. Almost
at my feet lay one of the archers—a leader or chieftain I thought from
the feather ornaments he wore—and stooping, I lifted him gently. At my
touch he fairly palpitated with terror, but no frightened scream, no
sound save an indrawn snake-like hiss, escaped his lips, and he
offered no resistance as I lifted him to a kneeling position.
Hitherto I had had no opportunity to obtain a good view of these
people, but now I saw this fellow close at hand I was amazed at his
repulsive ugliness. I have seen some rather ugly races, but all of
them combined and multiplied a hundredfold would be beauties compared
to these dwarfed, topsy-turvy, denizens of the lost city. Almost
black, low browed, with tiny, shifty eyes like those of a reptile,
with enormous, thick lipped mouths, sharp, fang-like teeth and matted
hair, the bowman seemed far more like an ape than like a human being.
And then I noticed a most curious thing. He had no ears! Where they
should have been were merely round, bare spots covered with light
colored thin membrane like the ears of a frog. For an instant I
thought it a malformation or an injury. But as I glanced at the others
I saw that all were the same. Not one possessed a human ear! All this
I took in as I lifted the fellow up. Then as he tremblingly raised his
head and eyed me I spoke to him, trying to make my tones gentle and
reassuring. But there was no response, no sign of intelligence or
understanding in his dull, frightened eyes. There was nothing to do
but to fall back on sign language and rapidly I gestured, striving to
convey to him that I would do no injury or harm, that I was friendly
and that I wished the people to rise.
Slowly a look of comprehension dawned upon his ugly face and then, to
prove my friendship, I fished in my pocket, found a tiny mirror and
placed it in his hand. At the expression of utter astonishment that
overspread his ugly features as he looked in the glass I roared with
laughter. But the mirror won the day. Uttering sharp, strange, hissing
sounds, the fellow conveyed the news to his companions and slowly,
hesitatingly and with lingering fear still on their faces, the people
rose and gazed upon me with strangely mingled awe and curiosity.
Mainly they were men, but scattered among them were many who evidently
were women, although all were so uniformly repulsive in features that
it was difficult to distinguish the sexes. All too, were clad much
alike in single garments of bark-cloth resembling gunnysacks with
holes cut at the four corners for legs and arms and an opening for the
head.
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