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
His expert knowledge of precious stones enabled him to display
magnificent jewels and he often discoursed learnedly on their speed,
refraction and temper, much as lovers of gems have done in every age
since.
Alcamayn wore amethysts for luck, and usually a tunic of ochre yellow
richly trimmed with peacock feathers and silk fringes. His head-piece
was a high cap of white lambskin. On his feet were jeweled sandals and
chamois leggins were met at the knee by a full short cotton skirt,
having the figures of the zodiac embroidered around the hem in a
bewildering mixture of brilliant hues.
On the sides of Lone Mountain, which the men were rapidly approaching,
were several small mounds, still plainly indicated. Deep tanks were
hollowed out on the top of each of these, having the circular bottom and
sides lined with cement and filled with filtered water. In addition to
serving as observation pools for the sidereal system, these tanks
furnished drinking water for the cavalry and infantry camps situated on
the right and left hand side of the main buildings.
A circular tower of red sandstone and brick rose in the center of the
mountain itself. On the inside was a stone stairway, having landings at
the various windows, where there was room enough for such lenses and
apparatus as was necessary to fully observe the moon and stars imaged in
the pools below.
The reflection of the sun in these pools marked the hours of the day and
time was very sensibly measured by studying the sidereal system. By a
nice adjustment, the lenses revolved with the earth’s real motion. The
Atlantians and all of their descendants studied the reflection of the
planets and stars in a pool of filtered water sunk below the earth’s
surface.
The tower tapered toward the top, and under an eight-sided pyramidal
roof hung a massive copper bell, which was struck to proclaim the hours.
Around the circle were chime bells, one for each of the five-note scale;
and these were so grouped that by hearing them one knew which temple
service was indicated. When it was time to go to a temple, these bells
were rung continuously twelve strokes; then a full interval of rest when
the process was repeated three times.
The “Voice of Tlamco” as the huge central bell was called, rang at dusk,
warning all pedestrians to go to their dwellings. Licensed healers of
the priestcraft and patrols were the only persons allowed on the street
at night, except on extraordinary occasions, and then, the “Voice of
Tlamco” tolled with wonderful effect.
Lower down, covering much of the ground now occupied by San Francisco
proper were the ambulance sheds, battering-rams and other paraphernalia
used in warfare. These were enclosed by a wall which skirted the water’s
edge, not where the sea-wall now is, but as the water-front was known to
the founders of Yerba Buena.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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