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The Lost City, has been considered important throughout human history. In an effort to ensure that this work is never lost, we have taken steps to secure its preservation by republishing this book in a modern format for both current and future generations. This complete book has been retyped, redesigned, and reformatted. Since these books are not scans of the authors' original publications, the text is readable and clear.
Mid-afternoon of an oppressively hot and sultry day, in the year '54.
We call the reader's attention to a scene, that, if not romantic, is at least attractive and interesting, a wagon-train of emigrants, as is attested by the quantity of driven stock-horses, cattle and sheep. The presence of women and children is still further evidence.
ANNIE, girl, who is that coming up the spring path? Ah me! I fear my old eyes are beginning to fail me at last!"
"Coming up the-ugh! father, it is that Dick Morgan!"
"Dusky Dick-what can he want here, I wonder?" and there was cadence of mingled uneasiness and dislike perceptible in the old man's tones that told but too plainly the advancing figure was not that of a welcome or respected guest.
A quavering, pitiful wail came to their ears, proceeding from a small white tent, half-hidden beneath the low-hanging boughs of the grove. That cry told the two men, plainer than spoken words, the sad truth. It told of a household broken and dismembered, of a bereaved husband and daughter, of a dearly-beloved wife and mother who had journeyed thus far from the home of her childhood, only to find a lone grave upon the prairie, or beside the roc...
Indios-Indios bravos!" yelled Manuel Navaja, as he discharged his escopette full at the glowing disk of old Sol, then dropping it, he rushed through the outer gates, sounding the terrible words at every step, his affright being shared by all the peons who heard him, and, leaving their posts, one and all swarmed to the main building.
Wonder if this isn't a portion of the glorious climate, broken loose from its native California, and drifting up this way on a lark?"
"If so, said lark must be roasted to a turn, " declared the third (and last) member of that little party, drawing a curved forefinger across his forehead, then flirting aside sundry drops of moisture. "I can't recall such another muggy afternoon, and if we were only back in what the scientists term the cyclone ...
The sentences just noted were spoken in very dissimilar tones: the first one careless and slightly scoffing-the second low and earnest. Both speakers were young and of prepossessing appearance.
The scene was an attractive one, though somewhat similar ones have been described time and time again. In fact it was the bivouac of a hunting party.
He was a tall, powerfully-built man, aged probably forty-five years, of a rugged, yet intelligent and almost handsome cast of features, while the rough "home-made" garments that he wore disguised without hiding the splendid contour of his form. There was the slightest possible tinge of the "brogue" to his speech, that would have told a close observer the land of his nativity.
