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We
did
indeed
,
but
they
were
of
a
terrible
and
most
unexpected
nature
.
Immediately
beneath
the
cliff
there
grew
a
considerable
patch
of
high
bamboo
,
like
that
which
we
had
traversed
in
our
journey
.
Many
of
these
stems
were
twenty
feet
high
,
with
sharp
,
strong
tops
,
so
that
even
as
they
stood
they
made
formidable
spears
.
We
were
passing
along
the
edge
of
this
cover
when
my
eye
was
caught
by
the
gleam
of
something
white
within
it
.
Thrusting
in
my
head
between
the
stems
,
I
found
myself
gazing
at
a
fleshless
skull
.
The
whole
skeleton
was
there
,
but
the
skull
had
detached
itself
and
lay
some
feet
nearer
to
the
open
.
With
a
few
blows
from
the
machetes
of
our
Indians
we
cleared
the
spot
and
were
able
to
study
the
details
of
this
old
tragedy
.
Only
a
few
shreds
of
clothes
could
still
be
distinguished
,
but
there
were
the
remains
of
boots
upon
the
bony
feet
,
and
it
was
very
clear
that
the
dead
man
was
a
European
.
A
gold
watch
by
Hudson
,
of
New
York
,
and
a
chain
which
held
a
stylographic
pen
,
lay
among
the
bones
.
There
was
also
a
silver
cigarette-case
,
with
"
J.
C.
,
from
A.
E.
S.
,
"
upon
the
lid
.
The
state
of
the
metal
seemed
to
show
that
the
catastrophe
had
occurred
no
great
time
before
.
"
Who
can
he
be
?
"
asked
Lord
John
.
"
Poor
devil
!
every
bone
in
his
body
seems
to
be
broken
.
"
"
And
the
bamboo
grows
through
his
smashed
ribs
,
"
said
Summerlee
.
"
It
is
a
fast-growing
plant
,
but
it
is
surely
inconceivable
that
this
body
could
have
been
here
while
the
canes
grew
to
be
twenty
feet
in
length
.
"
"
As
to
the
man
's
identity
,
"
said
Professor
Challenger
,
"
I
have
no
doubt
whatever
upon
that
point
.
As
I
made
my
way
up
the
river
before
I
reached
you
at
the
fazenda
I
instituted
very
particular
inquiries
about
Maple
White
.
At
Para
they
knew
nothing
.
Fortunately
,
I
had
a
definite
clew
,
for
there
was
a
particular
picture
in
his
sketch-book
which
showed
him
taking
lunch
with
a
certain
ecclesiastic
at
Rosario
.
This
priest
I
was
able
to
find
,
and
though
he
proved
a
very
argumentative
fellow
,
who
took
it
absurdly
amiss
that
I
should
point
out
to
him
the
corrosive
effect
which
modern
science
must
have
upon
his
beliefs
,
he
none
the
less
gave
me
some
positive
information
.
Maple
White
passed
Rosario
four
years
ago
,
or
two
years
before
I
saw
his
dead
body
.
He
was
not
alone
at
the
time
,
but
there
was
a
friend
,
an
American
named
James
Colver
,
who
remained
in
the
boat
and
did
not
meet
this
ecclesiastic
.
I
think
,
therefore
,
that
there
can
be
no
doubt
that
we
are
now
looking
upon
the
remains
of
this
James
Colver
.
"
"
Nor
,
"
said
Lord
John
,
"
is
there
much
doubt
as
to
how
he
met
his
death
.
He
has
fallen
or
been
chucked
from
the
top
,
and
so
been
impaled
.
How
else
could
he
come
by
his
broken
bones
,
and
how
could
he
have
been
stuck
through
by
these
canes
with
their
points
so
high
above
our
heads
?
"
A
hush
came
over
us
as
we
stood
round
these
shattered
remains
and
realized
the
truth
of
Lord
John
Roxton
's
words
.
The
beetling
head
of
the
cliff
projected
over
the
cane-brake
.
Undoubtedly
he
had
fallen
from
above
.
But
had
he
fallen
?
Had
it
been
an
accident
?
Or
--
already
ominous
and
terrible
possibilities
began
to
form
round
that
unknown
land
.
We
moved
off
in
silence
,
and
continued
to
coast
round
the
line
of
cliffs
,
which
were
as
even
and
unbroken
as
some
of
those
monstrous
Antarctic
ice-fields
which
I
have
seen
depicted
as
stretching
from
horizon
to
horizon
and
towering
high
above
the
mast-heads
of
the
exploring
vessel
.
In
five
miles
we
saw
no
rift
or
break
.
And
then
suddenly
we
perceived
something
which
filled
us
with
new
hope
.
In
a
hollow
of
the
rock
,
protected
from
rain
,
there
was
drawn
a
rough
arrow
in
chalk
,
pointing
still
to
the
westwards
.
