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Advancing
in
single
file
along
the
bank
of
the
stream
,
we
soon
found
that
it
narrowed
down
to
a
mere
brook
,
and
finally
that
it
lost
itself
in
a
great
green
morass
of
sponge-like
mosses
,
into
which
we
sank
up
to
our
knees
.
The
place
was
horribly
haunted
by
clouds
of
mosquitoes
and
every
form
of
flying
pest
,
so
we
were
glad
to
find
solid
ground
again
and
to
make
a
circuit
among
the
trees
,
which
enabled
us
to
outflank
this
pestilent
morass
,
which
droned
like
an
organ
in
the
distance
,
so
loud
was
it
with
insect
life
.
On
the
second
day
after
leaving
our
canoes
we
found
that
the
whole
character
of
the
country
changed
.
Our
road
was
persistently
upwards
,
and
as
we
ascended
the
woods
became
thinner
and
lost
their
tropical
luxuriance
.
The
huge
trees
of
the
alluvial
Amazonian
plain
gave
place
to
the
Phoenix
and
coco
palms
,
growing
in
scattered
clumps
,
with
thick
brushwood
between
.
In
the
damper
hollows
the
Mauritia
palms
threw
out
their
graceful
drooping
fronds
.
We
traveled
entirely
by
compass
,
and
once
or
twice
there
were
differences
of
opinion
between
Challenger
and
the
two
Indians
,
when
,
to
quote
the
Professor
's
indignant
words
,
the
whole
party
agreed
to
"
trust
the
fallacious
instincts
of
undeveloped
savages
rather
than
the
highest
product
of
modern
European
culture
.
"
That
we
were
justified
in
doing
so
was
shown
upon
the
third
day
,
when
Challenger
admitted
that
he
recognized
several
landmarks
of
his
former
journey
,
and
in
one
spot
we
actually
came
upon
four
fire-blackened
stones
,
which
must
have
marked
a
camping-place
.
The
road
still
ascended
,
and
we
crossed
a
rock-studded
slope
which
took
two
days
to
traverse
.
The
vegetation
had
again
changed
,
and
only
the
vegetable
ivory
tree
remained
,
with
a
great
profusion
of
wonderful
orchids
,
among
which
I
learned
to
recognize
the
rare
Nuttonia
Vexillaria
and
the
glorious
pink
and
scarlet
blossoms
of
Cattleya
and
odontoglossum
.
Occasional
brooks
with
pebbly
bottoms
and
fern-draped
banks
gurgled
down
the
shallow
gorges
in
the
hill
,
and
offered
good
camping-grounds
every
evening
on
the
banks
of
some
rock-studded
pool
,
where
swarms
of
little
blue-backed
fish
,
about
the
size
and
shape
of
English
trout
,
gave
us
a
delicious
supper
.
On
the
ninth
day
after
leaving
the
canoes
,
having
done
,
as
I
reckon
,
about
a
hundred
and
twenty
miles
,
we
began
to
emerge
from
the
trees
,
which
had
grown
smaller
until
they
were
mere
shrubs
.
Their
place
was
taken
by
an
immense
wilderness
of
bamboo
,
which
grew
so
thickly
that
we
could
only
penetrate
it
by
cutting
a
pathway
with
the
machetes
and
billhooks
of
the
Indians
.
It
took
us
a
long
day
,
traveling
from
seven
in
the
morning
till
eight
at
night
,
with
only
two
breaks
of
one
hour
each
,
to
get
through
this
obstacle
.
Anything
more
monotonous
and
wearying
could
not
be
imagined
,
for
,
even
at
the
most
open
places
,
I
could
not
see
more
than
ten
or
twelve
yards
,
while
usually
my
vision
was
limited
to
the
back
of
Lord
John
's
cotton
jacket
in
front
of
me
,
and
to
the
yellow
wall
within
a
foot
of
me
on
either
side
.
From
above
came
one
thin
knife-edge
of
sunshine
,
and
fifteen
feet
over
our
heads
one
saw
the
tops
of
the
reeds
swaying
against
the
deep
blue
sky
.
I
do
not
know
what
kind
of
creatures
inhabit
such
a
thicket
,
but
several
times
we
heard
the
plunging
of
large
,
heavy
animals
quite
close
to
us
.
From
their
sounds
Lord
John
judged
them
to
be
some
form
of
wild
cattle
.
Just
as
night
fell
we
cleared
the
belt
of
bamboos
,
and
at
once
formed
our
camp
,
exhausted
by
the
interminable
day
.
Early
next
morning
we
were
again
afoot
,
and
found
that
the
character
of
the
country
had
changed
once
again
.
Behind
us
was
the
wall
of
bamboo
,
as
definite
as
if
it
marked
the
course
of
a
river
.
In
front
was
an
open
plain
,
sloping
slightly
upwards
and
dotted
with
clumps
of
tree-ferns
,
the
whole
curving
before
us
until
it
ended
in
a
long
,
whale-backed
ridge
.
This
we
reached
about
midday
,
only
to
find
a
shallow
valley
beyond
,
rising
once
again
into
a
gentle
incline
which
led
to
a
low
,
rounded
sky-line
.
It
was
here
,
while
we
crossed
the
first
of
these
hills
,
that
an
incident
occurred
which
may
or
may
not
have
been
important
.
Professor
Challenger
,
who
with
the
two
local
Indians
was
in
the
van
of
the
party
,
stopped
suddenly
and
pointed
excitedly
to
the
right
.
As
he
did
so
we
saw
,
at
the
distance
of
a
mile
or
so
,
something
which
appeared
to
be
a
huge
gray
bird
flap
slowly
up
from
the
ground
and
skim
smoothly
off
,
flying
very
low
and
straight
,
until
it
was
lost
among
the
tree-ferns
.
"
Did
you
see
it
?
"
cried
Challenger
,
in
exultation
.
"
Summerlee
,
did
you
see
it
?
"
His
colleague
was
staring
at
the
spot
where
the
creature
had
disappeared
.
