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 would, I now realized, have proved an extremely impressive thing
for the people to have seen me secure my magic from the giant roaring
bird in the sky. But I had never of course dreamed of such adventures
as I had met and could not possibly have foreseen the need of such
things. Just the same I cursed myself for a stupid fool for not having
provided for any contingency and especially for not having arranged a
series of signals with Hazen. However, I was familiar with wigwagging
and decided that, if necessity arose, It would be quite feasible for
me to signal to him by means of my handkerchief tied on a stick. Also,
I felt a bit easier in my mind from knowing that near the city was a
splendid landing place for the plane and that Hazen, if signalled,
would unquestionably attempt a descent.
Truly it was not every explorer in a predicament like mine who could
count on being able to summon aid from the clouds if worst came to
worst or who knew that a friend in an airplane would keep track of his
whereabouts. Indeed, I almost chuckled at the thought of being in this
long lost city among these incredible folk and yet within two hundred
miles of the Canal and civilization and with another American due to
hover above—and even communicate with me—within the next three days.
It was all so dreamlike, so utterly preposterous that I scarcely could
force myself to believe it and, having dined well and feeling
desperately tired, I flung myself into the hammock and almost
instantly dropped off to sleep.
It was still daylight when I awoke and the room was empty. Ascending
the ladder to the roof without meeting anyone, I climbed down the
other ladder to the street. Many people were about and while a few
especially the women and children, threw themselves on their faces or
scampered into their houses at my approach, yet the majority merely
prostrated themselves for a moment and then stood, supporting
themselves in their ape-like way, and stared curiously at me. I had
gone but a short distance when my valet came hurrying to my side. But
he made no objections to my going where I wished and I was glad to see
that my movements were not to be hampered as I was anxious thoroughly
to explore the city and its neighborhood. Curious to learn the purpose
of the pyramidal structure I had noticed I proceeded in that direction
and was soon in a part of the town given over to stalls, shops and
markets. There were also several workshops, such as pottery makers’, a
woodworking shop and a weaver’s shop and I spent some time watching
the artizans at their work. Somehow, from seeing the people walk upon
their hands, I had expected to see them perform their tasks with their
feet and it came as something of a surprise to see these fellows using
their hands like ordinary mortals.
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