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We were both of us not a little stiff as the result of
sleeping out in the open all that night, for even in
Grand Canary the dew-fall and the comparative chill
of darkness are not to be trifled with. For myself on
these occasions I like a bit of a run as an early refresher.
But here on this rough ground in the middle
of the island there were not three yards of level to be
found, and so as Coppinger proceeded to go through
some sort of dumb-bell exercises with a couple of
lumps of bristly lava, I followed his example.
Coppinger has done a good deal of roughing it in his
time, but being a doctor of medicine amongst other
things--he takes out a new degree of some sort on an
average every other year--he is great on health theories,
and practises them like a religion.
There had been rain two days before, and as there
was still a bit of stream trickling along at the bottom
of the barranca, we went down there and had a wash,
and brushed our teeth. Greatest luxury imaginable,
a toothbrush, on this sort of expedition.
"Now," said Coppinger when we had emptied our pockets, "there's precious little grub left, and it's none
the better for being carried in a local Spanish newspaper.
"
"Yours is mostly tobacco ashes."
"It'll get worse if we leave it. We've a lot more bad
scrambling ahead of us."
That was obvious. So we sat down beside the
stream there at the bottom of the barranca, and ate
up all of what was left. It was a ten-mile tramp to the
fonda at Santa Brigida, where we had set down our
traps; and as Coppinger wanted to take a lot more
photographs and measurements before we left this
particular group of caves, it was likely we should be
pretty sharp set before we got our next meal, and our
next taste of the PATRON'S splendid old country wine.
My faith! If only they knew down in the English hotels
in Las Palmas what magnificent wines one could
get--with diplomacy--up in some of the mountain
villages, the old vintage would become a thing of the
past in a week.
Now to tell the truth, the two mummies he had gathered
already quite satisfied my small ambition. The
goatskins in which they were sewn up were as brittle
as paper, and the poor old things themselves gave
out dust like a puffball whenever they were touched.
But you know what Coppinger is. He thought he'd
come upon traces of an old Guanche university, or
sacred college, or something of that kind, like the one
there is on the other side of the island, and he wouldn't
be satisfied till he'd ransacked every cave in the
whole face of the cliff. He'd plenty of stuff left for the
flashlight thing, and twenty-eight more films in his
kodak, and said we might as well get through with
the job then as make a return journey all on purpose.
PREFATORY: THE LEGATEES OF DEUCALION
1 MY RECALL
2 BACK TO ATLANTIS
3 A RIVAL NAVY
4 THE WELCOME OF PHORENICE
5 ZAEMON'S CURSE
6 THE BITERS OF THE CITY WALLS
7 THE BITERS OF THE WALLS (FURTHER ACCOUNT)
8 THE PREACHER FROM THE MOUNTAINS
9 PHORENICE, GODDESS
10 A WOOING
11 AN AFFAIR WITH THE BARBAROUS FISHERS
12 THE DRUG OF OUR LADY THE MOON
13 THE BURYING ALIVE OF NAIS
14 AGAIN THE GODS MAKE CHANGE
15 ZAEMON'S SUMMONS
16 SIEGE OF THE SACRED MOUNTAIN
17 NAIS THE REGAINED
18 STORM OF THE SACRED MOUNTAIN
19 DESTRUCTION OF THE ATLANTIS
20 ON THE BOSOM OF THE DEEP
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