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Title: The American Egypt : a record of travel in Yucatan
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Arnold, Channing Frost, Frederick J. Tabor
Subjects: Mayas Yucatán (Mexico : State) -- Description and travel Yucatán (Mexico : State) -- Antiquities
Publisher: London Hutchinson & Co.
Contributing Library: Brown University Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brown University

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in a pitch-black wood ; and for us at leasthe never cut any ice. He simply fluttered round us anddid no good, for as far as Mecca was concerned our almostsavage efforts to find it were abortive. For weeks we searched. Our only way of retracing ourpath was to notch the trees as we cut. Night by night wecrept, wearied and blistered and torn, out of the forest. Dayby day we started again cutting and recutting, crossing andrecrossing, east to west, north to south, at every half-milesending the Indian up some tree to spy the land. Meanwhileour little friend Don Luis and his four sons had joined in thechase, and they worked hard too. They came over to SanBenito with a pony loaded with tortillas, and encamped inthe other hut, whence at dawn they started each day witha dozen dogs to ransack that part of the forest where DonLuis declared the temple was. But, expert woodmen as theywere, it was all no good. Some five years back a terrifichurricane swept over Cozumel, and this, Don Luis declared,
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first group: cozumel ruins. 180 THE AMERICAN EGYPT had changed the whole face of the forest. He found himselfa very tyro at woodmanship in this great black eight-hundred-square-mile patch of woodland, its undergrowth fenced andlittered with the trunks of fallen trees, now veritable snaresfor the unwary, buried in dense shrub. Don Luis richly earnedhis daily pay. He did not care about temples, but he didcare immensely about the lump sum which, as the carrots infront of the donkey, we had dangled in front of his Yucatecanavarice. We would have trebled that sum if he could havesucceeded ; though we did not tell him so, when, with almosttears in his cunning eyes, he formally confessed failure, becauseto have told him so might have really driven him to suicide. He had hunted in a set area, and we had wandered atwill over the forest in all directions and explored Cozumelas it had never been explored before. Thus it would havebeen a marvel if we had not found something. We did. Wefound a rui

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