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"
Your
common
sense
will
,
I
am
sure
,
sustain
my
objection
and
realize
that
it
was
better
that
I
should
direct
my
own
movements
and
appear
only
at
the
exact
moment
when
my
presence
was
needed
.
That
moment
has
now
arrived
.
You
are
in
safe
hands
.
You
will
not
now
fail
to
reach
your
destination
.
From
henceforth
I
take
command
of
this
expedition
,
and
I
must
ask
you
to
complete
your
preparations
to-night
,
so
that
we
may
be
able
to
make
an
early
start
in
the
morning
.
My
time
is
of
value
,
and
the
same
thing
may
be
said
,
no
doubt
,
in
a
lesser
degree
of
your
own
.
I
propose
,
therefore
,
that
we
push
on
as
rapidly
as
possible
,
until
I
have
demonstrated
what
you
have
come
to
see
.
"
Lord
John
Roxton
has
chartered
a
large
steam
launch
,
the
Esmeralda
,
which
was
to
carry
us
up
the
river
.
So
far
as
climate
goes
,
it
was
immaterial
what
time
we
chose
for
our
expedition
,
as
the
temperature
ranges
from
seventy-five
to
ninety
degrees
both
summer
and
winter
,
with
no
appreciable
difference
in
heat
.
In
moisture
,
however
,
it
is
otherwise
;
from
December
to
May
is
the
period
of
the
rains
,
and
during
this
time
the
river
slowly
rises
until
it
attains
a
height
of
nearly
forty
feet
above
its
low-water
mark
.
It
floods
the
banks
,
extends
in
great
lagoons
over
a
monstrous
waste
of
country
,
and
forms
a
huge
district
,
called
locally
the
Gapo
,
which
is
for
the
most
part
too
marshy
for
foot-travel
and
too
shallow
for
boating
.
About
June
the
waters
begin
to
fall
,
and
are
at
their
lowest
at
October
or
November
.
Thus
our
expedition
was
at
the
time
of
the
dry
season
,
when
the
great
river
and
its
tributaries
were
more
or
less
in
a
normal
condition
.
The
current
of
the
river
is
a
slight
one
,
the
drop
being
not
greater
than
eight
inches
in
a
mile
.
No
stream
could
be
more
convenient
for
navigation
,
since
the
prevailing
wind
is
south-east
,
and
sailing
boats
may
make
a
continuous
progress
to
the
Peruvian
frontier
,
dropping
down
again
with
the
current
.
In
our
own
case
the
excellent
engines
of
the
Esmeralda
could
disregard
the
sluggish
flow
of
the
stream
,
and
we
made
as
rapid
progress
as
if
we
were
navigating
a
stagnant
lake
.
For
three
days
we
steamed
north-westwards
up
a
stream
which
even
here
,
a
thousand
miles
from
its
mouth
,
was
still
so
enormous
that
from
its
center
the
two
banks
were
mere
shadows
upon
the
distant
skyline
.
On
the
fourth
day
after
leaving
Manaos
we
turned
into
a
tributary
which
at
its
mouth
was
little
smaller
than
the
main
stream
.
It
narrowed
rapidly
,
however
,
and
after
two
more
days
'
steaming
we
reached
an
Indian
village
,
where
the
Professor
insisted
that
we
should
land
,
and
that
the
Esmeralda
should
be
sent
back
to
Manaos
.
We
should
soon
come
upon
rapids
,
he
explained
,
which
would
make
its
further
use
impossible
.
He
added
privately
that
we
were
now
approaching
the
door
of
the
unknown
country
,
and
that
the
fewer
whom
we
took
into
our
confidence
the
better
it
would
be
.
To
this
end
also
he
made
each
of
us
give
our
word
of
honor
that
we
would
publish
or
say
nothing
which
would
give
any
exact
clue
as
to
the
whereabouts
of
our
travels
,
while
the
servants
were
all
solemnly
sworn
to
the
same
effect
.
It
is
for
this
reason
that
I
am
compelled
to
be
vague
in
my
narrative
,
and
I
would
warn
my
readers
that
in
any
map
or
diagram
which
I
may
give
the
relation
of
places
to
each
other
may
be
correct
,
but
the
points
of
the
compass
are
carefully
confused
,
so
that
in
no
way
can
it
be
taken
as
an
actual
guide
to
the
country
.
Professor
Challenger
's
reasons
for
secrecy
may
be
valid
or
not
,
but
we
had
no
choice
but
to
adopt
them
,
for
he
was
prepared
to
abandon
the
whole
expedition
rather
than
modify
the
conditions
upon
which
he
would
guide
us
.
It
was
August
2nd
when
we
snapped
our
last
link
with
the
outer
world
by
bidding
farewell
to
the
Esmeralda
.
Since
then
four
days
have
passed
,
during
which
we
have
engaged
two
large
canoes
from
the
Indians
,
made
of
so
light
a
material
(
skins
over
a
bamboo
framework
)
that
we
should
be
able
to
carry
them
round
any
obstacle
.
These
we
have
loaded
with
all
our
effects
,
and
have
engaged
two
additional
Indians
to
help
us
in
the
navigation
.
I
understand
that
they
are
the
very
two
--
Ataca
and
Ipetu
by
name
--
who
accompanied
Professor
Challenger
upon
his
previous
journey
.
They
appeared
to
be
terrified
at
the
prospect
of
repeating
it
,
but
the
chief
has
patriarchal
powers
in
these
countries
,
and
if
the
bargain
is
good
in
his
eyes
the
clansman
has
little
choice
in
the
matter
.
So
tomorrow
we
disappear
into
the
unknown
.
This
account
I
am
transmitting
down
the
river
by
canoe
,
and
it
may
be
our
last
word
to
those
who
are
interested
in
our
fate
.
I
have
,
according
to
our
arrangement
,
addressed
it
to
you
,
my
dear
Mr.
McArdle
,
and
I
leave
it
to
your
discretion
to
delete
,
alter
,
or
do
what
you
like
with
it
.
From
the
assurance
of
Professor
Challenger
's
manner
--
and
in
spite
of
the
continued
scepticism
of
Professor
Summerlee
--
I
have
no
doubt
that
our
leader
will
make
good
his
statement
,
and
that
we
are
really
on
the
eve
of
some
most
remarkable
experiences
.
Our
friends
at
home
may
well
rejoice
with
us
,
for
we
are
at
our
goal
,
and
up
to
a
point
,
at
least
,
we
have
shown
that
the
statement
of
Professor
Challenger
can
be
verified
.
We
have
not
,
it
is
true
,
ascended
the
plateau
,
but
it
lies
before
us
,
and
even
Professor
Summerlee
is
in
a
more
chastened
mood
.
Not
that
he
will
for
an
instant
admit
that
his
rival
could
be
right
,
but
he
is
less
persistent
in
his
incessant
objections
,
and
has
sunk
for
the
most
part
into
an
observant
silence
.
I
must
hark
back
,
however
,
and
continue
my
narrative
from
where
I
dropped
it
.
We
are
sending
home
one
of
our
local
Indians
who
is
injured
,
and
I
am
committing
this
letter
to
his
charge
,
with
considerable
doubts
in
my
mind
as
to
whether
it
will
ever
come
to
hand
.
When
I
wrote
last
we
were
about
to
leave
the
Indian
village
where
we
had
been
deposited
by
the
Esmeralda
.
I
have
to
begin
my
report
by
bad
news
,
for
the
first
serious
personal
trouble
(
I
pass
over
the
incessant
bickerings
between
the
Professors
)
occurred
this
evening
,
and
might
have
had
a
tragic
ending
.
I
have
spoken
of
our
English-speaking
half-breed
,
Gomez
--
a
fine
worker
and
a
willing
fellow
,
but
afflicted
,
I
fancy
,
with
the
vice
of
curiosity
,
which
is
common
enough
among
such
men
.
On
the
last
evening
he
seems
to
have
hid
himself
near
the
hut
in
which
we
were
discussing
our
plans
,
and
,
being
observed
by
our
huge
negro
Zambo
,
who
is
as
faithful
as
a
dog
and
has
the
hatred
which
all
his
race
bear
to
the
half-breeds
,
he
was
dragged
out
and
carried
into
our
presence
.
Gomez
whipped
out
his
knife
,
however
,
and
but
for
the
huge
strength
of
his
captor
,
which
enabled
him
to
disarm
him
with
one
hand
,
he
would
certainly
have
stabbed
him
.
The
matter
has
ended
in
reprimands
,
the
opponents
have
been
compelled
to
shake
hands
,
and
there
is
every
hope
that
all
will
be
well
.
As
to
the
feuds
of
the
two
learned
men
,
they
are
continuous
and
bitter
.
It
must
be
admitted
that
Challenger
is
provocative
in
the
last
degree
,
but
Summerlee
has
an
acid
tongue
,
which
makes
matters
worse
.
Last
night
Challenger
said
that
he
never
cared
to
walk
on
the
Thames
Embankment
and
look
up
the
river
,
as
it
was
always
sad
to
see
one
's
own
eventual
goal
.
He
is
convinced
,
of
course
,
that
he
is
destined
for
Westminster
Abbey
.
Summerlee
rejoined
,
however
,
with
a
sour
smile
,
by
saying
that
he
understood
that
Millbank
Prison
had
been
pulled
down
.
Challenger
's
conceit
is
too
colossal
to
allow
him
to
be
really
annoyed
.
He
only
smiled
in
his
beard
and
repeated
"
Really
!
Really
!
"
in
the
pitying
tone
one
would
use
to
a
child
.
Indeed
,
they
are
children
both
--
the
one
wizened
and
cantankerous
,
the
other
formidable
and
overbearing
,
yet
each
with
a
brain
which
has
put
him
in
the
front
rank
of
his
scientific
age
.
Brain
,
character
,
soul
--
only
as
one
sees
more
of
life
does
one
understand
how
distinct
is
each
.
