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His
honest
black
face
,
and
the
immense
view
before
us
,
which
carried
us
half-way
back
to
the
affluent
of
the
Amazon
,
helped
us
to
remember
that
we
really
were
upon
this
earth
in
the
twentieth
century
,
and
had
not
by
some
magic
been
conveyed
to
some
raw
planet
in
its
earliest
and
wildest
state
.
How
difficult
it
was
to
realize
that
the
violet
line
upon
the
far
horizon
was
well
advanced
to
that
great
river
upon
which
huge
steamers
ran
,
and
folk
talked
of
the
small
affairs
of
life
,
while
we
,
marooned
among
the
creatures
of
a
bygone
age
,
could
but
gaze
towards
it
and
yearn
for
all
that
it
meant
!
One
other
memory
remains
with
me
of
this
wonderful
day
,
and
with
it
I
will
close
this
letter
.
The
two
professors
,
their
tempers
aggravated
no
doubt
by
their
injuries
,
had
fallen
out
as
to
whether
our
assailants
were
of
the
genus
pterodactylus
or
dimorphodon
,
and
high
words
had
ensued
.
To
avoid
their
wrangling
I
moved
some
little
way
apart
,
and
was
seated
smoking
upon
the
trunk
of
a
fallen
tree
,
when
Lord
John
strolled
over
in
my
direction
.
"
I
say
,
Malone
,
"
said
he
,
"
do
you
remember
that
place
where
those
beasts
were
?
"
"
Very
clearly
.
"
"
A
sort
of
volcanic
pit
,
was
it
not
?
"
"
Exactly
,
"
said
I.
"
Did
you
notice
the
soil
?
"
"
Rocks
.
"
"
But
round
the
water
--
where
the
reeds
were
?
"
