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But
if
prehistoric
life
existed
upon
the
plateau
it
was
not
superabundant
,
for
we
had
no
further
glimpse
of
it
during
the
next
three
days
.
During
this
time
we
traversed
a
barren
and
forbidding
country
,
which
alternated
between
stony
desert
and
desolate
marshes
full
of
many
wild-fowl
,
upon
the
north
and
east
of
the
cliffs
.
From
that
direction
the
place
is
really
inaccessible
,
and
,
were
it
not
for
a
hardish
ledge
which
runs
at
the
very
base
of
the
precipice
,
we
should
have
had
to
turn
back
.
Many
times
we
were
up
to
our
waists
in
the
slime
and
blubber
of
an
old
,
semi-tropical
swamp
.
To
make
matters
worse
,
the
place
seemed
to
be
a
favorite
breeding-place
of
the
Jaracaca
snake
,
the
most
venomous
and
aggressive
in
South
America
.
Again
and
again
these
horrible
creatures
came
writhing
and
springing
towards
us
across
the
surface
of
this
putrid
bog
,
and
it
was
only
by
keeping
our
shot-guns
for
ever
ready
that
we
could
feel
safe
from
them
.
One
funnel-shaped
depression
in
the
morass
,
of
a
livid
green
in
color
from
some
lichen
which
festered
in
it
,
will
always
remain
as
a
nightmare
memory
in
my
mind
.
It
seems
to
have
been
a
special
nest
of
these
vermins
,
and
the
slopes
were
alive
with
them
,
all
writhing
in
our
direction
,
for
it
is
a
peculiarity
of
the
Jaracaca
that
he
will
always
attack
man
at
first
sight
.
There
were
too
many
for
us
to
shoot
,
so
we
fairly
took
to
our
heels
and
ran
until
we
were
exhausted
.
I
shall
always
remember
as
we
looked
back
how
far
behind
we
could
see
the
heads
and
necks
of
our
horrible
pursuers
rising
and
falling
amid
the
reeds
.
Jaracaca
Swamp
we
named
it
in
the
map
which
we
are
constructing
.
The
cliffs
upon
the
farther
side
had
lost
their
ruddy
tint
,
being
chocolate-brown
in
color
;
the
vegetation
was
more
scattered
along
the
top
of
them
,
and
they
had
sunk
to
three
or
four
hundred
feet
in
height
,
but
in
no
place
did
we
find
any
point
where
they
could
be
ascended
.
If
anything
,
they
were
more
impossible
than
at
the
first
point
where
we
had
met
them
.
Their
absolute
steepness
is
indicated
in
the
photograph
which
I
took
over
the
stony
desert
.
"
Surely
,
"
said
I
,
as
we
discussed
the
situation
,
"
the
rain
must
find
its
way
down
somehow
.
There
are
bound
to
be
water-channels
in
the
rocks
.
"
"
Our
young
friend
has
glimpses
of
lucidity
,
"
said
Professor
Challenger
,
patting
me
upon
the
shoulder
.
"
The
rain
must
go
somewhere
,
"
I
repeated
.
"
He
keeps
a
firm
grip
upon
actuality
.
The
only
drawback
is
that
we
have
conclusively
proved
by
ocular
demonstration
that
there
are
no
water
channels
down
the
rocks
.
"
"
Where
,
then
,
does
it
go
?
"
I
persisted
.
"
I
think
it
may
be
fairly
assumed
that
if
it
does
not
come
outwards
it
must
run
inwards
.
"
"
Then
there
is
a
lake
in
the
center
.
"
