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Title: Where men have walked : a story of the Lucayos
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Rhodes, Henry Leona Bowman Carpenter Collection of English and American Literature. NcD Glenn Negley Collection of Utopian Literature. NcD
Subjects: Utopias
Publisher: Boston, Mass. : C.M. Clark Pub. Co.
Contributing Library: Duke University Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Duke University Libraries

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nd echo my cries.I felt that I had lost all—had gained eenmostthe gates of Paradise, only to be repulsed andturned away, falling lower and lower until Ireached the bowels of the earth. I had seen acity flourishing; I had seen it submerged, andits people saved. I had seen mountains in-verted, and the waves of ocean roll where theyhad once towered upward to the sky. My heartlonged for my beautiful Bunavere—mine be-cause I had been the only one to gaze upon itsbeauties, for the inhabitants were a part of thecity itself. O, Bunavere! I called. Bunavere, myown! come to one who loves you. O, Bunavere,my beloved! let me view your charms again;and if you perish, let me perish with you!Bunavere! And my voice ended in a heart-rending wail. Bunavere! called the rocks one to another.Bunavere! cried the walls of the caverns.Bunavere! rippled the water, joining me inmy vain cry for my loved and lost. Buna-vere! was taken up by the winds, and waftedthrough hollows and liills in tliis underground
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Giving a cry of joy, she clasped me in her arms BUNAVERE 201 world. That one sweet word was the echo ofall their cries. Tormented and grieved beyond endurance,I collected all my forces and rose to a sittingposture. I held out my arms wildly, despairon every feature and in my voice: O, Buna-vere! Bunavere! Softly and gently before me glided a maidenof ravisliing beauty, her long, black hair flow-ing in wavelets over her shoulders and overthe white satin gown she wore. I gazed at herstupefied, speechless. Was I again in Buna-vere ? Here was a representative of that race;here was one still left to comfort, to remind methat all was not taken from me. Nowhereoutside of Bunavere could such a wondrousbeauty be found. Nearer and nearer she came,gently gliding, barely touching the pebbleswith her white sandaled feet, her satin robe ofGrecian drapery falling in folds about herlithe form. As she gazed more closely at me, comingnearer and nearer until I could feel her warmbreath on my cheek, see

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