Yermah the Dorado: The story of a lost raceWait, Frona Eunice
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Yermah the Dorado: The story of a lost race
Wait, Frona Eunice
Fantasy fiction; Geographical myths -- Fiction
The Festival of Humiliation began a period of mourning which was
continuous and fervid until this curious monument was completed and
dedicated.
While Yermah was away from Tlamco, Orondo served in his stead much to
the annoyance of Setos, who was as busy as a mole in the dark, stirring
up sedition, and adding to the general unrest and suspicion everywhere
manifest.
The high-priest, Imos, at the suggestion of Setos, openly charged that
the Brotherhood of the White Star were to blame for the destruction of
Atlantis. Some solemn vow had been broken, and Deity was mortally
offended.
This assertion gave pestiferous, meddlesome Setos the desired
opportunity, and he instituted a severe and rigorous investigation into
the conduct of all public affairs; also, into the lives of every man and
woman in Tlamco.
No one escaped; nor was any situation sacred to the inquisitors, who in
the name of morality did not hesitate to go to any length.
Setos did not dare to openly accuse Yermah of breaking a vow made to the
Ineffable One.
He refrained from fixing this unpardonable sin on any other person, and
by innuendo and insinuation contrived to strengthen every breath of
discontent inherent in the unusual conditions arising from a mixture of
races, habits and modes of thought.
He urged Yermah to give all refugees asylum in Tlamco, knowing that
enforced idleness and nameless dread opened the mind for seditious
propaganda. Both he and Imos insisted strenuously that some one had
sinned against Divinity.
This accusation made each one distrustful and suspicious, and in their
anxiety to clear themselves many an overt act or word was let loose to
strengthen the intangible something which hovered in the air. None
pretended to name it; nor was there anything but the most circumspect
language used.[19]
Setos knew better than to show his hand. He was content, at present, to
merely discredit the Dorado. As to his future plans—time would prove
them.
Yermah felt, rather than saw, the change, but he was above indulging a
personal grief. He had already consecrated his life to his fellows, so
that work was the one thing which absorbed and interested him.
He saw that planting must be confined to the southern part of the
country, since steady downpours marked the spring and early summer
months.
He also knew it would require his best endeavors to procure food for the
ensuing year.
Reports from the Valley of the Mississippi stated that heavy floods had
prevailed for months, caused by preponderance of hot air blown over the
Rocky Mountains and condensed into rainfall early in the season. The
winter months set in with unparalleled rigor, and the spring found that
whole country under one solid sheet of ice.
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