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About
three
o'clock
in
the
afternoon
we
came
to
a
very
steep
rapid
,
more
than
a
mile
long
--
the
very
one
in
which
Professor
Challenger
had
suffered
disaster
upon
his
first
journey
.
I
confess
that
the
sight
of
it
consoled
me
,
for
it
was
really
the
first
direct
corroboration
,
slight
as
it
was
,
of
the
truth
of
his
story
.
The
Indians
carried
first
our
canoes
and
then
our
stores
through
the
brushwood
,
which
is
very
thick
at
this
point
,
while
we
four
whites
,
our
rifles
on
our
shoulders
,
walked
between
them
and
any
danger
coming
from
the
woods
.
Before
evening
we
had
successfully
passed
the
rapids
,
and
made
our
way
some
ten
miles
above
them
,
where
we
anchored
for
the
night
.
At
this
point
I
reckoned
that
we
had
come
not
less
than
a
hundred
miles
up
the
tributary
from
the
main
stream
.
It
was
in
the
early
forenoon
of
the
next
day
that
we
made
the
great
departure
.
Since
dawn
Professor
Challenger
had
been
acutely
uneasy
,
continually
scanning
each
bank
of
the
river
.
Suddenly
he
gave
an
exclamation
of
satisfaction
and
pointed
to
a
single
tree
,
which
projected
at
a
peculiar
angle
over
the
side
of
the
stream
.
"
What
do
you
make
of
that
?
"
he
asked
.
"
It
is
surely
an
Assai
palm
,
"
said
Summerlee
.
"
Exactly
.
It
was
an
Assai
palm
which
I
took
for
my
landmark
.
The
secret
opening
is
half
a
mile
onwards
upon
the
other
side
of
the
river
.
There
is
no
break
in
the
trees
.
That
is
the
wonder
and
the
mystery
of
it
.
There
where
you
see
light-green
rushes
instead
of
dark-green
undergrowth
,
there
between
the
great
cotton
woods
,
that
is
my
private
gate
into
the
unknown
.
Push
through
,
and
you
will
understand
.
"
It
was
indeed
a
wonderful
place
.
Having
reached
the
spot
marked
by
a
line
of
light-green
rushes
,
we
poled
out
two
canoes
through
them
for
some
hundreds
of
yards
,
and
eventually
emerged
into
a
placid
and
shallow
stream
,
running
clear
and
transparent
over
a
sandy
bottom
.
It
may
have
been
twenty
yards
across
,
and
was
banked
in
on
each
side
by
most
luxuriant
vegetation
.
No
one
who
had
not
observed
that
for
a
short
distance
reeds
had
taken
the
place
of
shrubs
,
could
possibly
have
guessed
the
existence
of
such
a
stream
or
dreamed
of
the
fairyland
beyond
.
For
a
fairyland
it
was
--
the
most
wonderful
that
the
imagination
of
man
could
conceive
.
The
thick
vegetation
met
overhead
,
interlacing
into
a
natural
pergola
,
and
through
this
tunnel
of
verdure
in
a
golden
twilight
flowed
the
green
,
pellucid
river
,
beautiful
in
itself
,
but
marvelous
from
the
strange
tints
thrown
by
the
vivid
light
from
above
filtered
and
tempered
in
its
fall
.
Clear
as
crystal
,
motionless
as
a
sheet
of
glass
,
green
as
the
edge
of
an
iceberg
,
it
stretched
in
front
of
us
under
its
leafy
archway
,
every
stroke
of
our
paddles
sending
a
thousand
ripples
across
its
shining
surface
.
It
was
a
fitting
avenue
to
a
land
of
wonders
.
All
sign
of
the
Indians
had
passed
away
,
but
animal
life
was
more
frequent
,
and
the
tameness
of
the
creatures
showed
that
they
knew
nothing
of
the
hunter
.
Fuzzy
little
black-velvet
monkeys
,
with
snow-white
teeth
and
gleaming
,
mocking
eyes
,
chattered
at
us
as
we
passed
.
With
a
dull
,
heavy
splash
an
occasional
cayman
plunged
in
from
the
bank
.
Once
a
dark
,
clumsy
tapir
stared
at
us
from
a
gap
in
the
bushes
,
and
then
lumbered
away
through
the
forest
;
once
,
too
,
the
yellow
,
sinuous
form
of
a
great
puma
whisked
amid
the
brushwood
,
and
its
green
,
baleful
eyes
glared
hatred
at
us
over
its
tawny
shoulder
.
Bird
life
was
abundant
,
especially
the
wading
birds
,
stork
,
heron
,
and
ibis
gathering
in
little
groups
,
blue
,
scarlet
,
and
white
,
upon
every
log
which
jutted
from
the
bank
,
while
beneath
us
the
crystal
water
was
alive
with
fish
of
every
shape
and
color
.
For
three
days
we
made
our
way
up
this
tunnel
of
hazy
green
sunshine
.
On
the
longer
stretches
one
could
hardly
tell
as
one
looked
ahead
where
the
distant
green
water
ended
and
the
distant
green
archway
began
.
The
deep
peace
of
this
strange
waterway
was
unbroken
by
any
sign
of
man
.
"
No
Indian
here
.
Too
much
afraid
.
Curupuri
,
"
said
Gomez
.
"
Curupuri
is
the
spirit
of
the
woods
,
"
Lord
John
explained
.
"
It
's
a
name
for
any
kind
of
devil
.
The
poor
beggars
think
that
there
is
something
fearsome
in
this
direction
,
and
therefore
they
avoid
it
.
"
