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YERMAH THE DORADO 

The Story of a Lost Race 



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FRONA EUNICE WAIT COLBURN 



1 It requires a great many shovelfuls of earth to buy truth " 

Swiss Proverb 



NEW YORK 
THE ALICE HARRIMAN COMPANY 



Copyrighted 1897 

By FRONA EUNICE WAIT 

All rights reserved 



Revised and Re-copyrighted 1913 
By FRONA EUNICE WAIT COLBURN 

All rights reserved 



THIS VOLUME 
1 IS DEDICATED TO THE 

WHITE KNIGHTS 

OF ALL LANDS AND OF ALL THE AGES 

IN LOVING MEMORY OF 

MY FATHER 

JAMES LAFAYETTE SMITH 

Frona Eunice Wait Colburn 



FOREWORD 

This book " Yermah the Dorado," was first pub 
lished at The Sign of the Lark, San Francisco, in 
1897. The issue was limited to five hundred copies, 
mostly subscribed for by personal friends of mine. 
The notes, manuscript and plates were all lost in the 
fire of 1906. 

The date of publication is of the utmost impor 
tance because the Llama City, Tlamco, the scene of 
this romance, was located in Golden Gate Park, 
where it was destroyed by earthquake, in the long 
ago. 

Since the actual occurrence of 1906, the original 
story has been slightly revised, but not a line of the 
description of the earthquake has been changed, nor 
an incident added. Whoever lived through those 
days, as I did, will not need to be told why. The 
use of aeroplanes and wireless telegraphy, with the 
recent visit of a huge comet are additional reasons 
impelling me to reprint what is very like a pre-vision 
of things to be. 

To me Golden Gate Park is a hallowed spot. As 
a place of refuge I saw an ephemeral city reared in a 
night of stress and misery. The beauty of a rebuilt 
modern metropolis will but serve to recall the 
vanished glory of the dream city ruled by the man 
who was the real El Dorado. 

FRONA EUNICE WAIT COLBURN. 



TO GOLDEN GATE PARK 

Where once the Wisdom-City's temples rose 
Within her " Gates of Gold," our latter day 

This noble pleasure ground but loves, and knows, 
Nor guesses where the fanes of Tlamco lay ; 

Yet who shall say what spell that vanished race 
Bequeathed forever to this mystic place ? 

For through this realm enchanted, wanderers stroll 
Or from the Seven Seas, or dwellers near 

And cares forget, while from each weary soul 
Life's heavy burden slips till peace reigns here 

Where blue sky arches over flower and palm, 

And west winds whispering, breathe a healing balm. 

Here creep the old and sad, so long denied 

The welcoming smile these sunny spaces hold; 

Fond lovers weave their golden dreams beside 
Gay, laughing children counting poppy gold ; 

To all the Park brings rest, and sweet relief 
From work or pain, or haunting wraiths of grief. 

Ella M. Sexton. 



YERMAH, THE DORADO 
THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 

CHAPTER ONE 

YERMAH, the Dorado, was refreshed and 
invigorated by his early morning ride. It 
had been a voluntary gallop, and it would 
have been hard to say which found the keenest en 
joyment in it; he, his horse Cibolo, or Oghi the oce 
lot, which ran beside them in long, slow leaps, cover 
ing much ground yet always alighting noiselessly and 
as softly as a cat. 

It was a beautiful morning, one that would corre 
spond to the first of June now but this was in the 
long ago, when days and months were reckoned 
differently. 

The tall grass and wild oats left ample proof of 
close proximity along the roadside by the fragments 
secreted in the clothing of Yermah and in the trap 
pings of Cibolo. Oghi, too, could have been con 
victed on the evidence his formidable toes presented. 
Added to this was the indescribable scent of dew, of 
the first hours of day and the springtime of nature. 

It was the first time since his arrival from Atlantis 
that Yermah had ventured alone outside the city 
limits. When once the temples, and marketplaces of 
Tlamco were left behind him, he had given Cibolo 

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YERMAH, THE DORADO 



the rein and abandoned himself to the exhilaration 
of going like the wind. 

Tlamco, the Llama city, the name of which was un 
known to the men who sought the mythical Kingdom 
of Quivera that will-o'-the wisp land supposed 
to be the center of the Amazon inhabited island of 
California of the very remote past. Tlamco van 
ished so completely that there were no traces per 
ceptible to the men who founded Yerba Buena on the 
same peninsula ages after. Its existence would be 
laughed at by present day inhabitants of San Fran 
cisco were it not true that the hills in and around 
Golden Gate Park are living witnesses of great math 
ematical skill. 

The first denizens built some of these hills and 
shaped others to give the diameters and distances of 
all the planets. Who of to-day will believe that Las 
Papas, or Twin Peaks, show the eccentricities of the 
earth's orbit to one fifty-millionths of its full size? 

At present early morning milk-trains, and trucks 
loaded with vegetables from the outlying gardens in 
tercept and mingle with the heavy wagons laden with 
meat from South City. In short, the modern city's 
food supply comes from the same direction in which 
Yermah rode. Conditions and people have changed 
since then, and so have many of the features of the 
locality itself. 

South of what is known as the Potrero was a bay. 
Now it is a swamp, and the north and south points 
there are the remains of forts, although they appear 
to be nothing more than hillocks blown into shape 
by merest chance. To the west is a hill on which 
dwelt Hanabusa, the captain of the three-decked war- 
galleys, or balsas. Nearby was the signal tower 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 3 

which could be seen from every eminence in the city. 
It guarded the western side of the sanded causeway 
leading from the marketplace in the center of 
Tlamco to the water's edge. Hanabusa's house af 
forded protection to the north side. 

Yermah skirted the range of hills on the land side, 
where the granaries of his people were located and 
which accounted for the presence of the war-galleys 
and the defenses in that neighborhood. He rode 
down what is known as the old San Bruno Road, 
where he was kept busy returning the salutes of the 
workmen whose duty it was to produce, conserve and 
prepare food for their fellows. 

Meeting Hanabusa near his house, Yermah dis 
mounted to consult with him. While the men talked, 
Oghi lay in wait for a flock of birds, which had been 
frightened into rising from the ground. Oghi was 
more like the South American jaguar than any of the 
ocelots of Central America. In olden times these 
animals were plentiful on the Rio Grande, and were 
used by the sportsmen of the day for hunting, much 
as dogs are now employed. 

This morning once fairly in the country, the quick 
eye of Oghi detected a fine buck deer surreptitiously 
grazing in a field of oats by the roadside. Instantly 
the ocelot crouched low and hugging the ground 
crept stealthily forward. The black-tail, soon con 
scious of danger, elevated its head adorned with a 
splendid set of antlers still in the velvet. Its nostrils 
were distended, and it sniffed the air suspiciously. 
Like a bolt from a gun the deer made a tremendous 
leap, and was off at top speed. Oghi continued to 
trail in a crouching position, which made him look 
like a long, black streak against the horizon. He 



4 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

gained on the deer from the first, and when near 
enough made a furious spring. 

The leap fell short, but Oghi lighted on the rump 
of the buck and nearly bore it to its haunches. The 
wounded animal shook off its assailant and plunged 
ahead desperately, but it was plain to be seen that it 
was badly hurt where Oghi's claws had torn out great 
pieces of flesh and hide. 

The ocelot now changed tactics. All his cruel 
leonine nature was aroused by the exertion and the 
taste of warm blood. Instead of hugging the heels 
of his victim, he endeavored to run alongside near 
the shoulder where he could fix his sharp teeth in the 
throbbing throat. For a few moments they ran 
side by side, straight and even as a pair of coach 
horses. 

Then, with a mighty cat-like spring, Oghi's long, 
slender body stretched out and up into the air. When 
he descended, his claws had closed on the jugular 
vein of the deer. For an instant there was no break 
in speed. The deer made two more leaps, then stag 
gered, whirled once around, and victor and vanquished 
went heels over head together in the long grass. 

Yermah kept close behind, putting Cibolo to his 
best paces in an endeavor to save the life of the deer. 
He called repeatedly to Oghi to let go his hold. 
Finally the creature reluctantly obeyed with a sullen 
growl. Not only were the main arteries and veins 
in the deer's throat severed, but the heavy blows had 
broken the shoulder-blade. 

Yermah hastily fastened the chain he carried to 
the bull's-hide band on Oghi's foreleg, which was held 
in place by two smaller chains fastened to the ani 
mal's collar. As the captor licked the blood off his 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 5 

chops, the death-struggles of his prey grew fainter, 
and finally ceased altogether. 

Oghi was quite a character in his way, and en 
joyed an unique reputation among the inhabitants of 
Tlamco. He came as a gift to Yermah from the 
Atlantian colonists of the Rio Grande. He seemed 
so disconsolate and lonely when first brought to his 
new home, that Yermah sent to his former region to 
secure the ocelot a mate. In the meantime, the young 
man told all his friends about it and promised his 
favorites the first litters which should follow this 
happy venture. Oghi's reputation for intelligence, 
docility and courage made every one feel fortunate in 
the prospect of owning some of the stock. 

Pika, the mate, was an ocelot beauty and carried 
herself with all the haughty disdain a full knowledge 
of that fact might have inspired. When turned 
loose in the yard with Oghi, she flew at him instantly 
and whipped him unmercifully. In no circumstance 
would she allow him near her. Oghi submitted like 
a sheep. He even crawled flat on his belly and 
howled for mercy. In these encounters he kept 
close to the wall on the opposite side, and whenever 
possible scaled it with remarkable agility. 

This unexpected outcome gave rise to great hilarity, 
although the consensus of opinion was that Oghi had 
behaved like a gentleman. There were men in those 
days capable of facing a hostile regiment, single- 
handed, but who capitulated unconditionally at sight 
of an irate female so this idea is not entirely 
modern. 

It may have been that an easy victory over Oghi 
caused Pika to over-estimate her fighting abilities, 
for she did not hesitate to attack a grizzly bear and 



YERMAH, THE DORADO 



in so doing came to an untimely end. It was a 
rough-and-tumble fight, but a duel to the death from 
the beginning. 

Had Pika been more wary, she would have kept 
well to the rear; but she foolishly got in the way of 
Bruin's right paw and the result was a skull split 
from nose to ear. 

When Yermah's irreverent friends came to con 
dole with him, he invited them to witness his en 
dowment of Oghi with a badge of mourning. This 
was the bull's-hide band, worn on the left foreleg by 
means of which Oghi was always manageable. Sus 
pended from the hook which fastened the leading 
chain was a leaden heart with the inscription 

SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF PIKA 

which was indeed a sign manual of submission and 
servitude. If at any time during the rest of his life, 
Oghi showed signs of rebellion, Yermah had but to 
pull the chain and the left foreleg was doubled up 
close to the body, while the collar around the neck 
became uncomfortably tight. 

laqua, Yermah's official residence, was surrounded 
by an immense octagonal enclosure, and was ap 
proached by two beautiful gates. The one due 
north closed a roadway composed of tiny sea-shells, 
extending to the bay and overlooking the Golden 
Gate. The other was a terminus of a foot-path of 
flagging which led to the Observatory. Here the 
adobe was laid in irregular forms and covered with 
stucco. 

laqua's eight towers were circular in form and had 
battlements and winding stairways. Each was fur 
nished with deep-set octagon loop-holes for observa- 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 7 

tion, and comfortably accommodated twenty men. 
The entrance was a door opening into the courtyard 
and connecting with a passage-way under the terrace. 
It was this opening fitted with loopholes which really 
made the building a fortification. 

The whole structure was flat-roofed, having bat 
tlements of hard wood plated with lead. The lower 
floor of each tower was used as a guardroom, being 
furnished with huge tables and benches which fol 
lowed the outline of the room. There were stools 
of terra-cotta, porcelain and hard woods elaborately 
carved where the body-guard suite of the Dorado 
lived. In each tower, one above the other, were 
two sleeping apartments of equal size with mess- 
rooms attached. 

As Yermah galloped up through the wide south 
ern gate, the courtyard filled with members of his 
staff. As he swung lightly from the saddle, it was 
noticed that Cibolo showed signs of the morning 
work. Yermah led his charger to the stable door, 
and, as he was being rubbed down, gave him some 
salt and patted him affectionately. 

Oghi took offense at this show of partiality, and 
leaping over the back of the horse, stood uncom 
fortably near Yermah, the hair along his spinal col 
umn on end and his tail straight and threatening. 
Yermah spoke sharply to the ocelot. 

Disturbed by the commotion, a flock of parrots 
having the freedom of Cibolo's crib began to screech 
and to chatter, as if they not only comprehended but 
sympathized with Oghi's jealousy. In less than a 
minute they were vigorously fighting among them 
selves, and Yermah, unable to make himself heard 
above the noise and din, fled incontinently. 



YERMAH, THE DORADO 



Cibolo came from Poseidon's stud, whence his an 
cestry was traced back many generations. He had 
all the qualities which conduced to endurance and 
speed. Cibolo's bright eyes gave evidence of en 
ergy and splendid nerve, and he carried himself like 
a king. His straight neck and perfect joints were 
connecting links of a muscular system of great power. 
In the center of a wide, flat forehead was a star, 
and the glossy coat of hair distinctly oulined a del 
icate tracery of veins. The nostrils were wide and 
open, while the mobile ears, set well apart were small 
and straight. Never in his life had the horse been 
struck a blow. He was docile, obedient, affection 
ate and intelligent. 

With fine-cut horn brushes, the groom set to work 
removing every particle of dust and sweat from his 
skin, smoothing every hair into its proper place, un 
til it shone like fine satin. The mane and tail were 
combed like human hair and plaited into tight 
strands, which would be loosened only when he was 
harnessed to the chariot, later in the day. As be 
came the station of his master, the head ornaments, 
saddles, coronas and trappings worn when hitched 
to the chariot were masses of jewels, feathers, silver 
bells and embroidery. 

Yermah went directly to his private apartments in 
the eastern quadrangle of laqua. The approaches 
to this part of the house were screened by trellises 
covered with flowering creepers. After a plunge 
and a shower of both salt and fresh water, followed 
by a liberal use of lavender spray, of which the Do 
rado was extremely fond, he emerged from the 
hands of his dresser with a glow of health and hap 
piness on his face. He lingered but a moment in the 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 9 

hallway, then crossed over to the extreme eastern 
triangle, which was a private sanctuary where he 
often went to consult the oracle Orion on personal 
matters. 

The statue was of carved alabaster exquisitely pro 
portioned. It represented the figure of a man, with 
diamond eyes, whose head supported a jeweled miter 
terminating in a point. The belt which confined the 
loose robe at the waist line had three solitaires of 
purest water which were supposed to grow dim if 
the petitioner were not in good health or was in dan 
ger. If these stones became opaque or colorless, the 
phenomenon gave rise to most dismal forebodings. 

Orion was placed in a square niche exactly facing 
the rising sun, holding a fan and a sickle in the hand. 
A window of jeweled glass let in the first rays of the 
morning, lighting up the gold and silver ornamenta 
tion back of the figure. The right side was of gold, 
the left of silver one typifying the sun, the other 
the moon. Back of the head, suspended from the 
ceiling, was a splendid panache of green feathers 
dusted with jewels, and above this was a crystal ball, 
whose knobby surface reflected rainbow colors in cir 
cles and zones. At the feet was a bas-relief repre 
senting a golden humming bird flying over water 
which was a symbol of Atlantis. 

The prayer-rug in front of the statue was of 
ivory, woven in strips. It was as flexible as cloth 
and beautifully fine. The double-key pattern, char 
acteristic of pre-historic America, formed the bor 
der; but this was much broken and most effective 
with its shadings of black, skillfully intermingled 
with filigree carvings. Pastils of incense burned on 
the altar peace and quiet reigned supreme. 



10 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

The Dorado was a child of promise; that is to 
say, he had been set apart as the future ruler of the 
island of Atlantis and her outlying colonies. By 
the Brotherhood of the White Star he had been con 
secrated, before he was born, to a life of service. 
Yermah was a veritable sun-god, and as the sub 
dued light fell over his long, wavy blond hair and 
beard, while kneeling before the oracle, he was a 
specimen of manhood fair to look upon. 

Tall, broad-shouldered and athletic, with not a 
pound of flesh too much, his countenance was as open 
and frank as that of a child. His large, round, 
clear-seeing blue eyes were placed exactly on a nor 
mal line eyes whose truthfulness could not be 
questioned; and the slightly arched heavy brows in 
dicated physical strength and mental power. Yer 
mah had a large hand evenly balanced and well 
formed. The joints of the fingers were of equal 
length, ending in round pink nails, denoting liberal 
sentiments as well as love of detail. The small, 
clean-cut ear helped to bear out other testimony of 
his having been born during the morning hours. 
Ever mindful of the little courtesies of life, both in 
bestowing and receiving, he was a model of propri 
ety and dignity even as a youth. 

Yermah possessed a nature which aroused others 
to the highest degree of activity. Unfortunately 
this activity was as liable to be against as for his in 
terests. He was high-spirited and resolute, but 
generous and sympathetic. As a friend he was con 
siderate and faithful. As an orator he was mag 
netic, and irresistible; and as the shoulders are the 
thermometer of feeling he made many gestures with 
them. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 11 

On the spur of the moment, under the dominating 
influence of emotion, the Dorado sometimes acted 
without thinking, but he was incapable of harboring 
malice. In later life this qualified him for arbitra 
tion, when the necessities of the people demanded its 
exercise. 

" The peace of a perfect day be with thee, Yer- 
mah," said Akaza, the hicrophant. 

He kissed the Dorado on the right cheek, the 
forehead, and then on the left cheek, as he stood 
clasping the young man's arms, murmuring the 
names of the three attributes of Divinity. Only an 
initiate of the highest order ever gripped an arm in 
precisely the same manner as Akaza had done, and 
Yermah was gratified by the distinction and favor 
shown. 

" The same sweet grace be with thee now and al 
ways," was Yermah's greeting in return as he car 
ried the long, thin, white beard of the old man to his 
lips. 

Then adroitly drawing Akaza's arm through his 
own, he led the way to a nook in the private sitting- 
room facing the sanctuary, on the threshold of which 
he had encountered his visitor. 

" Forgive my keeping thee waiting," he contin 
ued. " I yielded to the seductions of the balmy air 
and Cibolo's easy gait, riding farther out than I at 
first intended." 

" It were easier to make excuse hadst thou not 
unnecessarily cast insinuations on Cibolo," answered 
Akaza, smiling. " It is not fair to the horse, since 
he is not here to make known how he was encour 
aged and abetted in his labor of love. I have but 
arrived from Ingharep, having completed calcula- 



YERMAH, THE DORADO 



tions of the planets concerning our journey to Yo- 
Semite. 1 Walking in slowly, I was glad of the few 
moments' breathing time." 

He helped himself to some salted melon and dried 
anise seeds on the platter which his host pushed to 
ward him, but he refused the cigarette the latter had 
rolled of corn-husks and filled with fine tobacco. 
Yermah picked at the anise seeds after ordering a pot 
of chocolate and some corn wafers. 

" Wouldst thou advise me to go at once, to offer 
this young priestess asylum here while negotiations 
are pending between Eko Tanga, the emissary of 
the land of the Ian of which she is a native, and the 
Monbas, holding her as hostage? " 

The hierophant hesitated and looked sharply at 
his auditor before replying. 

" Thou hast still to overcome that which bars the 
entrance before thou hast completed the labors of 
initiation, and I am not unmindful of thy real destiny. 
Yes," he continued deliberately, and as if the fate of 
an immortal soul hung on his words, " yes. I am 
prepared to go with thee into the Yo-Semite. What 
ever the result of the expedition, I will help thee to 
endure." 

As he ceased speaking Yermah noticed that he 
held both thumbs tightly and sat motionless, save 
that his lips moved silently. His piercing dark eyes 
focused in empty space, and he seemed for a mo 
ment far away from his surroundings. 

" And the gold which I came here to find does 
it lie in that direction? Will my initiation into the 
Sacred Mysteries be completed upon its discovery? " 

Yermah was carefully noting Akaza's abstraction. 

1 The modern name is preferably employed. 



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" The gold thou art to find lies in that direction, 
and when found the Brotherhood of the White Star 
will welcome thee." 

" Then thy long journey from Atlantis will be 
crowned with success, and we can return like a pair 
of conquerors thou to preside over the temple 
whose foundations were laid the day I was born, I 
to tip its spires with virgin gold. Then the initia 
tion, and I am ready to assume my duties as Grand 
Servitor. There is but one short year in which to 
accomplish this." 

' True child of the sun, full of hope and impa 
tient of delay! Youth is thy eternal heritage." 

" Youth, indeed! " said Yermah, with mock sever 
ity. " Thirty times will the earth have encircled the 
sun when the next day of my nativity arrives. I hope 
soon after that to be a family man, staid and sober." 

"What is this about a family?" queried a new 
comer, a swarthy son of Mars, who stood in the 
doorway. His head was without covering other than 
a band of red leather, having a bull's head and 
horns of agate, and a solitaire for Aldebaran in the 
center with a gold boss on each side. He wore the 
quilted cotton tunic of a soldier and his feet were 
protected by leather sandals tipped with gold. 

On the lower arm near the elbow, were several 
long strips of leather, cut like a fringe, with different 
devices at the ends to show his occupation as well as 
his prowess at arms and in games; also, the temple 
or priesthood to which he belonged. Those on the 
right arm indicated strength and skill; those on the 
left his aspirations, social and spiritual. 

Over this arm was thrown a cloak of perfumed 
leather, ornamented with lustrous dyes in soft col- 



14 



ors, which found a congenial background in the 
pliant, velvety surface of the ooze finish. Around 
his neck was a gorget, from which depended seven 
rows of beads each of a different color. 

He was a younger man than Yermah, and quite 
as handsome, but in a different way. He came in 
with a brisk step, without hesitation, and it was ev 
ident from his manner that he belonged to the place. 
He greeted Akaza as Yermah had done, and stood 
waiting to be asked to join the conclave. 

Yermah handed him a curiously wrought gold cup 
filled with chocolate, made as only the Aztecs, of all 
later races, knew how to do. It was thick like custard, 
with a layer of whipped cream on top, served ice cold 
and eaten with a spoon. Its nutritive qualities made 
it a household confection, and it was used much as 
bouillon is to-day. With it was eaten thin corn-meal 
wafers, rolled into fanciful shapes and browned until 
crisp and dry. 

" Thou art come in time to add thy counsel to 
mine, Orondo," said Akaza, kindly. " Yermah 
stands in need of thy assistance in a state matter of 
importance, one which is certain to be fraught with 
momentous consequences to all concerned." 

" I thank thee for thy courtesy. But I thought 
thou wert discussing marriage when I came in. 
That, I believe, is my next duty, and I have un 
wonted interest. As Yermah is vowed to celibacy, 
I fail to comprehend the import of his words." 

Again Akaza fortified himself against conflicting 
emotions, and was silent. 

" Our spiritual leader bids us offer aid to the high 
priestess, Keroecia, at present with her followers 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 15 

worshiping in the Yo-Semite. I am expected to visit 
her there and thou must bear me company." 

" Thou hast but to command me. It were best 
to go in state, as this may incline them to peaceful 
disposition toward our future. In the valley of the 
Mississippi l they already have strong position, and 
could harm me infinitely when once I begin opera 
tions there. It were impolitic to expose the copper 
deposits in that region as the metal is growing scarce 
in the land of Mexi, and we would perish without it." 

" Thou wilt not see me again until we are ready 
for our journey; I have need to be alone," said 
Akaza, as he held up his hands in benediction, form 
ing an outline of the sacred fire on the altar. 

Both men arose and saluted respectfully, and, 
without further words, Akaza passed from the room. 

1 Modern name preferably employed. 



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CHAPTER TWO 

THE CITY OF TLAMCO ITS TEMPLES AND MAR 
KETPLACES 

THE favorite breathing-place of the San 
Francisco of to-day is the site of what was 
once the Llama city, Tlamco, stretching 
from the Panhandle entrance at Golden Gate Park to 
the beach at the Cliff House rocks. It was a city of 
seven hills, marking the orbits and the diameters of 
the planets, Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, 
Uranus and Neptune,, as well as forming a map of 
the Pleiades. 

This ancient abode of the Atlantian colonists in 
California was laid out in circles, with a large tem 
ple in the center, near the east end of Golden Gate 
Park at the inter-section of Haight and Shrader 
Streets. From this point were twelve radiating 
streets, intersected by four principal avenues, con 
structed on the cardinal points of the compass. 

The one to the east led to Park Hill, which was 
terraced up to Mount Olympus on the south, and 
continued on to the East Temple fortress. 

The western avenue led through the center of the 
park proper to Round Top, or Strawberry Hill, now 
ornamented with an artificial waterfall and an en 
circling lake. This hill is a natural rock, upon 
which was constructed the Temple of Neptune. 

The corresponding thoroughfare on the north led 

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to the Observatory and main fortress on Lone Moun 
tain. These roadways were crowned with fine sand, 
still found in abundance in the dunes in the immedi 
ate vicinity. 

There were tall three-faced obelisks of dark-red 
sand-stone at the outside limits of the streets, while 
the inner terminals were marked by corresponding 
pillars of marble, similarly decorated. Single and 
double cross-bars at the top of each of these were 
hung with huge beaten-brass lanterns. 

It was these statue obelisks, twelve in number, rep 
resenting Mercury in the twelve hours, which gave 
the name of Tlamco to the city. The cognomen 
signified Wisdom. 

These columns had three faces which literally 
pointed the way. The countenance on the right was 
that of a bearded old man; the middle face a laugh 
ing, sinister one, while that on the left was of a youth 
looking dreamily out into the distance. The shafts 
were placed so that the young sun-god faced the orb 
rising in the east, symbolical of the future; the cen 
ter denoted the present, and reflected the sun at mid 
day, while the old man fronted the west. Sunset 
typified Saturn, the Father Time of to-day. 

The figures were armless, and their legs and feet 
were incased in iron coffins set on square bases of 
black basalt. The obelisks proper were tapering, 
and at the points were covered with white enamel. 
The lamps hanging from the cross-bars were fur 
nished with opalescent glass globes, and on the apex 
of the obelisks were balls of the same material 
radiating the light in myriad rain-bow colorings. 
Cut deep in the basaltic base t was the inscrip 
tion : 



18 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

I AM THE WAY, THE TRUTH, AND 
THE LIFE 

which is a Gnostic interpretation of redemption, and 
at that time had reference to the course of the 
sun. The Way was Horus, the ray of wisdom 
shining through the darkness; the old man was 
Truth, or experience; while the center was Life, or 
the Light-Giver. The iron coffin was the belt of 
Orion and had reference to the death of the material 
world. 

Esoterically, the belt of Orion is the band of 
causation, to loosen which, and to free ourselves 
from its influence, solves the riddle of life itself. 

In the center of the city was the Temple of the 
Sun with twelve sides and four main entrances which 
overlooked the avenues. Its minarets and domes 
were tipped with gold. There was a dome over 
each doorway, and a larger one in the center, which 
terminated in a truncated spire. Under this was a 
circular hall surmounting twelve arches, resting on 
an equal number of pillars which represented the 
astral giants holding up and guarding the Cosmos. 

The capital of each pillar was carved into the 
semblance of the face of a young virgin with an in 
scrutably mystic expression. On her head was a 
monster serpent biting the tail of another on the right. 
The bodies of the serpents ran in wavy lines around 
the recesses at the back of the arches, where the head 
in turn held in its mouth the tail of the preceding 
one, forming a long meander around the hall. On 
them, and commencing at the northeast corner, was 
inscribed a hymn to the Cosmic Virgin : 



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EAST. 

O thou who in thine incomparable beauty risest from the 
deep! 

Thou who dwellest in all form, and givest life to all emana 
tions ! 

Thou, Everta, who ridest on the whirlwind ! 

Gird thy children with the armor of justice. 

SOUTH. 

Thou who at thy rising doth manifest the splendor of truth, 
And at thy meridian causest the fruit of the earth to ripen 

in its season, 
Give, O Horo! at thy setting, peace to all thy children. 

WEST. 

Thou who dwellest in the manifest and the invisible, 
And makest one the astral deep and the mountain of sub 
stance, 
Grant, O Dama! union to the souls of thy people. 

NORTH. 

Thou whose sandals crush the head of malice and discord 
And who dost establish on the rock of eternity thy seal of 

power, 
Make, O Gharep! on thy right hand a dwelling for the 

brethren of Tlamco. 

The recesses facing the cardinal points led to the 
four entrances; the remaining eight were curtained 
off, and used as civil courts. In each corner was 
a pair of winged mastodons, facing each other. 
Their out-stretched wings touched and formed a 
sharp angle. On the breast of each mastodon was 
a jeweled lamp of sacred fire. 

Directly under the central dome was a concave 



20 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

counter-part, brilliant with jeweled crystals, from the 
pinnacle of which was suspended a gilt ball held in 
place by four golden chains. The globe was a sun 
burst with horizontal rays. The serpent meander 
on the outer wall back of the recesses gave the orbit 
of the intermercurial planet Vulcan, to the same 
scale as the gilt ball did of the sun. Underneath 
the radiating globe was a porphyry disk of equal 
diameter, symbolic of the fire on the altar. 

This central temple, typical of active life, was the 
scene of great public ceremonies, such as the recep 
tion of ambassadors, and there the awards for all 
civic honors were bestowed. The floor was a circle 
of radiating tiles, twelve red, alternating with an 
equal number of yellow. Around the center pal 
ladium were twenty-four seats for the Council of 
State, with the one at the south raised for the Chief. 

The populace were allowed access to the building 
and to assent to or to disagree with the proceedings 
of the Council. These men, in a material sense, 
represented the twelve labors of Hercules. They 
pictured this personality of the sun as old and elo 
quent; and a councilor failing in proper persuasion 
and ability to reason was driven out. It was neces 
sary for him to be an experienced and ready debater, 
because his colleagues, in groups of six, challenged 
his statements one set pathetically, one in ridicule, 
one in denunciation and another in denial. 

If the members of the Council quarreled, the sit 
ting was adjourned at once, and no further meeting 
was lawful until the disputants took a solemn oath 
that they were reconciled. News of such an occur 
rence spread over the city like a flash. It was con 
sidered a great breach of decorum for a man to 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 21 

speak without consideration for another's feelings, 
or in a loud, angry voice while in the Council 
Chambers. 

Yermah had four advisers, who in turn sat as Chief 
Councilors. These were Akaza, Orondo, Setos and 
Alcamayn. 

There were also one hundred and sixty warrior 
priests in his personal suite, quartered in the fortifi 
cations around laqua. Some of these were descend 
ants of the pioneers who founded the city; others 
were there by honorable promotion for service 
rendered the state. 

Yermah, alone, was accountable to the Grand 
Council of Atlantis, while Akaza was the only repre 
sentative of the hierarchy. He led the white magi 
cians out of Atlantis when black magic gained 
supremacy, twenty years prior, and had only returned 
in time to accompany Yermah on his tour of inspec 
tion through the outlying colonies. 

Conforming to the general outline of the temple 
enclosure, but on a lower eminence, was a twelve- 
sided plaza which was the marketplace of Tlamco. 
Every street and avenue converged upon it, and it 
was always alive with men, women and children on 
traffic bent. In deep porticos facing the outer 
circle, were booths and bazaars where everything re 
quired by the population was for barter and ex 
change. Like the Temple of the Sun in the center, 
this beehive of industry had an outside circle de 
scribing the orbit of Mars, typical of the curious 
warfare which trade was to wage in later times, be 
tween man's temporal and spiritual welfare. 

Long lines of white and black horsehair reatas 
were carried to the top of the truncated spire on the 



YERMAH, THE DORADO 



temple, and made fast to the base of a colossal figure 
of Hercules, which was of madrono wood indige 
nous to this locality. The wood is as hard as metal, 
and the statue was completely covered with fish- 
scales and feathered plates of solid silver so neatly 
put together as to appear like a casting. The face 
and other fleshy parts were treated to a liberal coat 
ing of oil and copal, giving them a smooth and metal 
lic appearance. 

The other end of the hair rope was fastened to 
one of the inner obelisks. These were novel bul 
letin boards; for each day's transaction in the 
market was heralded by the appearance of many small 
colored flags flying above the particular section in 
active trade, or to announce the arrival of fresh 
supplies. 

Akaza lived on Round Top, in the Temple of 
Neptune. The monastery, which was occupied by 
the highest order of initiates, was surrounded by 
high white walls. The temple itself was square, 
four stories high, and had entrances facing the 
cardinal points. Here were tall trees and deep soli 
tude, away from the bustle and turmoil of traffic. 

Akaza stepped into the Council Chamber on his 
way to the monastery after his visit to Yermah. Al- 
camayn, the jeweler, was presiding, and Setos, the 
heap of flesh, was urging the necessity for sending 
a deputation of merchants into the territory of the 
Mazamas, which extends from the Sierra Nevada 
and Coast Ranges of mountains on the southeast, to 
the confines of Behring Sea on the north and west. 
Mazamas signified mountain climbers and was not 
the name of a nation, race or tribe. 

Traveling merchants in those days were not a set 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 23 

of pack-saddle peddlers, as they became in later 
times. They were a distinct guild and were allowed 
to carry manufactured articles which they were free 
to exchange for anything made or grown by another 
people. They went about with many attendants and 
were always treated with consideration, sometimes 
performing diplomatic service connected with trade 
relations and in exceptional cases acting as spies. 

" The Mazamas are not of our faith. They are 
nature-worshipers, and must fail to achieve a high 
place in the affairs of this continent. They have 
been in rebellion against our cousins of Ian, and it is 
the part of prudence to look upon them with sus 
picion." 

" Will Setos be kind enough to state definitely 
what he expects to accomplish by dispatching a dele 
gation from the guilds in his group to a friendly 
territory?" asked Alcamayn. "If war is the pur 
pose, Orondo must decide; if for religious propa 
ganda, then the hierophant, Akaza, should be here 
to speak." 

" I am here to speak," declared Akaza, coming 
forward. " My voice is for a visit to the Mazamas, 
but not in the manner proposed by Setos." 

Setos flushed hot and uncomfortable. He was 
not intentionally untruthful, but he could not let an 
opportunity pass unimproved when a keen, sharp 
transaction would materially benefit his section of the 
industrial guild. 

Akaza looked straight at him and said quietly, 
" I will not have spies sent into the house of a 
friend." 

' Will the hierophant enlighten us as to his 
wishes ? " asked Alcamayn, respectfully. 



YERMAH, THE DORADO 



" Yermah, Orondo, Setos, Rahula, and Ildiko, 
with proper following, will accompany me on a 
friendly mission to the high-priestess, Keroecia." 

"Are we to know the nature of this mission?" 
queried Setos. 

" It is my wish that the high-priestess visit Tlamco. 
We offer our services as arbiters between her tribes 
men and the government of Ian." 

" Has the time for this undertaking been de 
cided?" 

" The hour of departure has not been named, but 
it will be accomplished while the guild of arts is in 
the seat of judgment. The Dorado desires that 
Alcamayn serve in his stead. He will not be long 
absent." 

Alcamayn arose, folded his hands across his 
breast with the open palm turned inward, and in 
clined his head profoundly. There was a burst of 
applause, and an expression of acquiescence from the 
audience, which pleased Alcamayn mightily. He 
was a young Atlantian, not quite acclimated to 
Tlamco, and just beginning to exercise his prerogative 
as a favorite of Yermah's foster-father, Poseidon. 

Noting that it was near the noon hour, Akaza 
said, making the hierarchal sign of benediction : 

" Have done I If Alcamayn will go with me to 
the Observatory, I will fix the time of our journey, 
also its duration, that he may be better able to de 
vote his energy to the cause of his fellow-servants. 
May the sun preserve and keep us free from malice 
and disease two mortal enemies of the soul." 

As one man they responded: " Haille, Akaza! 
Haille!" 

Setos was primarily a man of stomach. With his 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 25 

reddish-brown cloak of coarse cloth swinging loosely 
from his shoulders, and shining neck-ornaments ag 
gressively in evidence, he elbowed his way out of the 
building, hastening into the stalls where fresh vege 
tables and fruits were laid out in tempting array. 
Setos's barter was for cucumbers and squashes, giving 
in exchange taos of tin, which he redeemed later, 
with bags of chalk, kalsomine and staff. He was 
careful to see that the custom of pelon was strictly 
enforced. 

For each regular customer a tiny tin cylinder was 
hung up in the stalls, in full view, marked with the 
name and number. For every purchase made a bean 
was dropped into the cylinder, and at stated times 
these were removed and counted. Sixteen beans en 
titled the customers to a rebate in commodities. 

Setos's square jaws relaxed and his thin lips 
smacked with satisfaction on seeing some luscious 
melons. He had already selected one, bespeaking 
his good digestion and critical eye, when his daughter, 
Ildiko, the Albino, called to him : 

" Thou by whom I live, Setos, the wise father, 
come with me to Rahula in the bazaar of sweet odors. 
She awaits us there." 

" What mischief hast thou been planning this fair 
day? Is it new raiment or a bit of candied sweets? " 
questioned Setos, as he followed Ildiko from the 
food section past piles of cotton in bales, wool, flax, 
and silk in the raw state, to where the manufactured 
articles were displayed. 

She did not pause in the section devoted to dress 
or ornament, giving only a passing glance to the 
tapestries, pottery, enameled and jeweled vessels, 
baskets and rugs lying about in confused heaps. 



26 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

" It is neither of these," she explained as they 
went along. " I crave thy judgment on a new sweet 
coffer fashioned by Alcamayn. He ornamented it 
according to my direction." 

" Because that foolish man has humored an idle 
whim of thine, must I come to barter? Out upon 
both of ye!" 

" Rahula is already bargaining for one of the 
leather pockets held in a filigree of gold. Even 
widows may carry these. Thou knowest that she 
is very strict in decorum and temple service. She 
says that perfumes are acceptable to the Brother 
hood, and even a vestal may use them in her hair." 

lldiko, daughter of the moon, knew how to play 
upon the weakness of her fellows and was well aware 
of her father's predilections. " Thou hast no words 
of condemnation for Rahula," she pouted. 

They turned into the portico where the perfumers' 
bazaars were located before Setos could answer. 
The young woman waited for the effect of mingled 
odors on a nature whose whole bent and inclinations 
were toward the appetites. By the time his senses 
were fully alive to the seductive fragrance, Rahula 
was speaking to him. She was past-mistress of the 
art of flattery. 

" There is no need to commend thee to the keep 
ing of the gods of magic, Setos. Every lineament 
of thy noble face bespeaks exalted favor." 

Setos was fatally weak with women. He knew it, 
and alternately made love to, or abused, them. 

" The finger of Time has failed to touch thee," he 
replied, removing his conical hat, and holding it 
across his stomach with both hands, " nor hast thou 
forgotten the offices of speech." 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 27 

Rahula, who had risen, made the usual sign of sub 
mission with her long, thin fingers. As she looked 
intently from father to child, she quickly discerned 
that Ildiko's pink countenance was puckered into a 
frown. 

" Has the little weaver, Ildiko, told thee of her 
latest success at the loom?" she asked with fine 
tact. 

Ildiko made a motion of dissent, and laid her fore 
finger across her upper lip. None knew better than 
she that silence was impossible. It suited her evasive 
disposition to make mystery of the most trivial cur- 
cumstance ; she was in reality delighted with the sen 
sation she was making. Many of the shop-keepers 
and some of the passers-by gathered to examine the 
roll of fine, gossamer-silk tissue, which Rahula 
adroitly drew out of the perfumed pocket held in 
her hand. Setos may be forgiven the glow of pride 
and satisfaction with which he surveyed the product. 

At this moment Ildiko reached over and picked up 
the identical jeweled coffer which she had in mind 
when she went in search of her father. To the 
feminine eye her coveting was entirely justified, and 
when she managed to bring the dainty bauble be 
tween the silken veil and Setos's focus of vision, he 
was still smiling in a pleased manner. She leaned 
on him affectionately, and said in a coaxing tone: 

" The water-lily design set with brilliants was my 
idea. I got the suggestion from the pond in our 
garden, when the fountain left a fine spray like dew- 
drops in the heart of the lilies growing there. Dost 
thou see thy favorite rushes in the twisted lines on 
the mouth and handles? " 

Setos could hold out no longer. 



28 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

" Must I find thee a golden chain for support? " he 
queried, half petulantly. 

History fails to record why a certain type of man 
always finds fault with what he knows in his soul he 
must do for his women-folk. Setos was troubled 
with that " little nearness " which has rendered the 
Scotch of later times famous. 

" If the chief of the merchants' guild will send 
some of his excellent wine of maguey in exchange, 
we vendors of sweet odors will be content. A chain, 
which we can procure from our neighbors, the artifi 
cers in gold, will be included in the purchase price." 

Setos was about to conclude the transaction, when 
Rahula said: 

" Alcamayn has confided to me his intention of 
making a chain of special design, which he will pre 
sent to Ildiko, with consent of Setos." 

Without further parley Setos led the way out of 
the stalls. When he halted, it was in front of a 
booth where his beloved wine of maguey was kept 
in abundance. There was a private entrance to the 
enclosure through which Setos passed, followed by 
the two women. 

With a show of special interest, accompanied by 
an insinuating smile, Rahula said: "Hast thou a 
secret in the fabrication of this drink unknown to 
other makers? " 

Setos shook his head in vigorous negation and con 
tinued giving his order for refreshing drinks. Ildiko 
preferred pulque. Rahula ordered metheglin, a 
spiced drink made by boiling fragments of beeswax 
and honey together, allowing it to ferment after it 
has been skimmed and clarified. 

" Wilt thou hold it impertinent in me to ask thee," 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 29 

continued Rahula, as soon as she could attract the at 
tention of Setos, " to what process thou art indebted 
for the superior quality of thy wine of maguey? " 

" It is made from the guava plant cut in the dark 
of the moon, but roasted and matured in the light 
of that orb. Care in manipulation does the rest." 
Then lowering his voice and making a grimace as he 
winked, knowingly, he continued: 

" No one suspects that my bottles are made of 
pliant glass and that only the covering is of goats' 
skin." 

Standing with faces toward the east, they bowed 
their heads reverently; without a word they drank, 
not heartily, but in moderate sips. When they had 
swallowed the third mouthful, they resumed their 
seats. The women nibbled at honey-cakes and 
salted nuts, while Setos rolled a cigarette. Before 
lighting it, he said: 

" Akaza, the hierophant, announced in the Council 
Chamber at meridian that a visit of state is soon to be 
made to the high-priestess, Keroecia. Thou art to 
be my companions to the Yo-Semite, where the Mon- 
bas tribes are at the festival of renewal." 

" Must we countenance the rites of these childish 
worshipers of the four elements? " demanded Rahula. 
Intolerance was one of the bonds of sympathy be 
tween them. 

" I raised that question in Council, but Akaza 
vouchsafed no decided answer." 

Both were silent for a moment, busy with the same 
train of thought. 

" Oh, that we had some of the flying vehicles of 
thy invention in Atlantis ! We could then make the 
journey without hardship or fatigue," said Ildiko. 



30 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

Setos and Rahula quickly exchanged a meaning look, 
then cast furtive glances about to see if Ildiko had 
been overheard. 

" Let us go hence," said Setos, irritably. 
" Speech is the pale, silvery reflection of the moon, 
my daughter, while silence is the golden rays of the 
sun and the wisdom of the gods. I charge thee keep 
a closer watch over thy tongue. It is an unruly 
member and performs the same office as a two-edged 
sword." 

When it came time to separate, Seto said : " Akaza 
leads us. Yermah and Orondo go also; while Al- 
camayn remains and serves in our stead. I do not 
doubt the loyalty of our new subjects; but Yermah 
seems to find it prudent to leave some of his own 
countrymen at the helm." 

He spoke in a dissatisfied way the reflex of his 
own mind. It is impossible for the best of us to see 
beyond the reflection of ourselves; so, Setos at 
tributed to Yermah motives which would have 
actuated himself in a similar situation. 

Rahula, the fish-goddess, speculated on her way 
home as to how much Ildiko really knew of the rea 
sons which impelled her father to leave Atlantis. 
She shrewdly guessed that his presence in the camp 
of the white magicians was a matter of expediency 
rather than conviction, but valued her position as 
companion and confidante of Ildiko too highly to 
jeopardize it by an injudicious question. 

Rahula was content to let matters shape themselves. 
Her ambitions found satisfaction in the encourage 
ment Ildiko gave Alcamayn. She was a born match 
maker and intrigante and knew that Ildiko was the 
apple of her father's eye despite his petulancy and 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 31 

parsimony. Setos was a man of ardent love-nature 
whose affections had not all been buried with his wife. 
Rahula's gray hair and parchment skin did not let 
all hope die within her. 



CHAPTER THREE 

THE VIRGINS OF THE SUN AND THE VOICE OF 
TLAMCO 

ALCAMAYN, the fop, and Akaza, " the old 
man of the band," as he was familiarly 
spoken of by all classes, presented a striking 
contrast as they walked toward the Observatory, 
which was enclosed in a circular wall and dedicated 
to Jupiter. 

Akaza, tall, spare and sinewy wore a cloak of bro 
cade in varying shades of green shot with silver discs. 
It was fastened to a shoulder collarette, set with 
pearls imbedded in hollow glass beads containing 
mercury. His breast-plate of bronze had a gold and 
silver inlay, while his long, thin white hair fell over 
his shoulders and the crown of his head was tonsured 
in honor of the sun. Fastened by the cord at his 
waist was a cluster of narcissus and lilies. He car 
ried a green jade tao, surmounted by an eagle, in his 
right hand, showing that he commanded in the name 
of science instead of war. 

Alcamayn was small, round-shouldered, hook 
nosed and bushy of eye-brow. His small beady eyes 
had a shifty downward glance as if he were intent on 
examining the ground at his companion's side. He 
had been a sufferer from small-pox and he was ex 
tremely sensitive concerning his facial disfigurement. 
Unable to submit to the control of others, he was 

32 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 3d 

a swaggerer, a braggart, and very resentful. Every 
little slight irritated him and he was given to brood 
ing over his wrongs. When he had magnified the 
promptings of wounded vanity and selfishness into a 
veritable mountain, he struck back and at the most 
unexpected time. 

As an off-set to these disabilities, he had sterling 
honesty, unswerving loyalty to Akaza and Yermah, 
and he was the most skillful artificer in metals and 
precious stones in all Tlamco. He was inventive 
and original, having added many fine pieces to the 
collection of beautiful vessels in the temples and at 
laqua. He had all the instincts of a gambler and 
on more than one occasion came dangerously near 
indulging in the forbidden prank of drinking too 
much. 

His expert knowledge of precious stones enabled 
him to display magnificent jewels and he often dis 
coursed learnedly on their speed, refraction and 
temper, .much as lovers of gems have done in every 
age since. 

Alcamayn wore amethysts for luck, and usually a 
tunic of ochre yellow richly trimmed with peacock 
feathers and silk fringes. His head-piece was a high 
cap of white lambskin. On his feet were jeweled 
sandals and chamois leggins were met at the knee 
by a full short cotton skirt, having the figures of the 
zodiac embroidered around the hem in a bewilder 
ing mixture of brilliant hues. 

On the sides of Lone Mountain, which the men 
were rapidly approaching, were several small mounds, 
still plainly indicated. Deep tanks were hollowed 
out on the top of each of these, having the circular 
bottom and sides lined with cement and filled with 



YERMAH, THE DORADO 



filtered water. In addition to serving as observa 
tion pools for the sidereal system, these tanks fur 
nished drinking water for the cavalry and infantry 
camps situated on the right and left hand side of the 
main buildings. 

A circular tower of red sandstone and brick rose 
in the center of the mountain itself. On the inside 
was a stone stairway, having landings at the various 
windows, where there was room enough for such 
lenses and apparatus as was necessary to fully observe 
the moon and stars imaged in the pools below. 

The reflection of the sun in these pools marked 
the hours of the day and time was very sensibly 
measured by studying the sidereal system. By a nice 
adjustment, the lenses revolved with the earth's real 
motion. The Atlantians and all of their descendants 
studied the reflection of the planets and stars in a 
pool of filtered water sunk below the earth's surface. 

The tower tapered toward the top, and under an 
eight-sided pyramidal roof hung a massive copper 
bell, which was struck to proclaim the hours. 
Around the circle were chime bells, one for each of 
the five-note scale ; and these were so grouped that by 
hearing them one knew which temple service was in 
dicated. When it was time to go to a temple, these 
bells were rung continuously twelve strokes; then a 
full interval of rest when the process was repeated 
three times. 

The " Voice of Tlamco " as the huge central bell 
was called, rang at dusk, warning all pedestrians to go 
to their dwellings. Licensed healers of the priest 
craft and patrols were the only persons allowed on 
the street at night, except on extraordinary occasions, 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 35 

and then, the " Voice of Tlamco " tolled with won 
derful effect. 

Lower down, covering much of the ground now oc 
cupied by San Francisco proper were the ambulance 
sheds, battering-rams and other paraphernalia used 
in warfare. These were enclosed by a wall which 
skirted the water's edge, not where the sea-wall now 
is, but as the water-front was known to the founders 
of Yerba Buena. 

As Akaza and Alcamayn neared the entrance of 
the Observatory they met a procession of Virgins of 
the Sun, coming from the Temple of Venus. It was 
the duty of these virgins to replenish the sacred fires 
kept burning continuously on the towers and in the 
temples throughout the city. A crystal lens and a 
bit of cotton was used to focus the sun's direct rays 
and imprison its fires. Once ignited the flame was 
held sacred and constantly fed, lest disaster should 
befall the entire tribe. On the apex of the octagonal 
belfry was a twelve-sided urn filled with charcoal, 
upon which, with proper ceremonies, four times in 
twenty-four hours were placed sticks of copal and 
cedar. At midnight and at sunrise this function was 
performed by a selected order of priesthood. At 
midday and at sunset it was done by the vestals. 

As the women advanced, Akaza and Alcamayn 
saluted Akaza, by carrying his open palms even 
with his forehead on each side; Alcamayn, by the 
sign of submission. To emphasize his symbol of 
equality Akaza said : 

" Thou shalt make me thy servant." 

" Thou shalt make us to go through fire and water 
for thee," they responded in unison, making the same 



36 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

obeisance as Alcamayn had done, bending the knee 
and with a downward gesture of the right hand. 

The jeweler was included in the comprehensive 
bow given in passing but no further words were 
spoken. He did not attempt to conceal his respect 
and admiration; the vestals were equally frank in 
their curiosity. They had seen but few men so 
fastidious in dress, and there was a difference between 
his general appearance and that of the men of Tlamco. 

Passing through the gateway a confusing scene 
greeted the visitors. Here two bands of warriors 
had been going through a quaint manual of arms in 
a competitive drill and were about returning to 
quarters. Carrying snake-headed batons, at the head 
of the column were the superior officers who acted as 
judges. Behind them came the two ensign bearers, 
one flaunting a triangular-shaped banner of em 
broidered satin, depicting a white heron on a rock. 
It was suspended from a gold bar, supported by a 
burnished bronze standard, finished with a cluster of 
brilliant-colored plumes. 

The other emblem was a white satin square, 
showing a golden eagle with out-stretched wings 
ornamented with silver-set emeralds. The pole was 
gilded, and tufted at the top with curled white horse 
hair, out of which protruded a flaring crest of pea 
cock feathers. 

Back of each standard bearer marched the 
trumpeter and drummer of the regiment. A blast 
from the trumpet, and a movement of the banners 
guided the companies, while general orders were 
signaled by the gold-knobbed baton. 

The modern drum-major is not the only man know 
ing how to twirl an ornamental baton, as he casts 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 37 

side-long glances at his own moving shadow, nor is 
his high-stepping more admired to-day than it was 
of old. Vanity often changes the details, but seldom 
the actual methods of self-gratification. 

The leaders wore quilted cotton tunics fitted closely 
to the body. Over this was a cuirass of thin gold 
and silver plates, in imitation of feathers. Leggins 
of ooze leather were attached to breech-clouts of 
dark blue cotton, while the feet were covered with 
sandals or bull's-hide moccasins ornamented with 
bead-work. Wound around the shoulders was a 
gayly striped mantle of fine wool, so light and soft 
in texture that in actual combat it served as a sash 
for the waist. 

The helmets were of wood fiber, light but durable, 
from the crests of which floated a panache of 
feathers. The form of head covering, the color and 
arrangement of the plumes, indicated the family and 
rank of the wearer. Every warrior carried a shield, 
either of metal, or leather, or a light frame of reeds 
covered with quilted cotton. 

A perfect sea of spears and darts tipped with trans 
parent obsidian or fiery copper, sparkled in the noon 
day sun. The gay head coverings, the ribbons 
floating in the air, and the ornate shields wove in 
and out in serpentine undulations, finally disappear 
ing in one of the Long Houses used for mess. 

There was a clash and a rattle of arms as a com 
pany of expert archers of the White Heron drew 
bow and discharged three arrows at a time. But 
there was quite as much spirit and dash in the hurling 
of javelins by the men fighting under the eagle 
blazonry. To this weapon, thongs were attached, by 
means of which the knife was shot through the air 



38 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

revolving so rapidly that it seemed like a ball of glit 
tering steel. Presently, the blade returned and fell 
near the hand that gave it its forward impulse. 
Seldom, if ever, was there an accident in the per 
formance of this extremely difficult feat, despite the 
anxiety and solicitude the undertaking always in 
spired. 

On constant duty was a group of fighting men who 
served as lookouts at the various points of vantage in 
the tower. It was from this source that the men on 
parade learned that Akaza, the spiritual head, and 
Alcamayn, the representative of civil government, 
were inside the fortification. The intelligence was 
flashed from a set of mirrors and the impromptu dis 
play of prowess followed. 

That there was keen rivalry in the competition, 
not unmixed with envy was shown very quickly, when 
a partisan of the White Heron, threw dirt into the 
face of an adherent of the Eagle Banner. 

The parade ground was cleared at the time, but it 
was only a moment before a crowd collected around 
the angry disputants. They were dragged apart and 
hurried in opposite directions by friendly hands, 
whose good offices did not cease until the men were 
brought back and made to sing the national chant. 
First one man sang, then the other, while their 
auditors clapped their hands in accompaniment, and 
passed judgment on their efforts. 

The insulted man took the initiative. While 
singing, he offered his hand to the offender. The 
face of the latter clouded, but the eyes of the camp 
were upon him. He sullenly took the outstretched 
hand, and finally the two voices blended in unison. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 39 

Their comrades swelled the chorus to a mighty 
shout and the whole difficulty was over. 

This was in the Golden Age, in Pre-historic Amer 
ica, when the man who served was a great soul, and 
he who refused to resent an insult, the brave one. 

Blood surged through the veins of Alcamayn, 
caused by accelerated heart-action as he kept a firm 
hold of Akaza's waist, to assist the hierophant in 
following the sinuosities of the winding stairway in 
the tower. Finally they stood alone on the roof, 
and as soon as the elder man's breathing became 
normal, he faced the east, and, with outstretched 
arms, cried: 

" I adore Him who enables me to endure." 

Alcamayn bowed his head, and, making the same 
genuflection, murmured: 

" I give thanks to Him whose strength hath sup 
ported me thus far." 

Slowly and impressively the twain faced the other 
cardinal points and repeated the same words. Then 
Alcamayn gave hand, and Akaza soon retraced his 
steps to where the mechanical apparatus for astro 
nomical calculations and observations were in posi 
tion. While thus occupied, Alcamayn surveyed the 
whole city, going from one lookout to another. 

It was a perfect day, and his surroundings re 
sembled an enormous ant-hill, with throngs of work 
ers going in and coming out of the houses, or hasten 
ing along the thoroughfares. He turned to the bay, 
where a vision of surpassing beauty rewarded him. 

Not a wisp of fleecy cloud dimmed the blue vault 
overhead; the only flecks of color being the pinks and 
lavenders blended into the sky-line above the horizon. 



40 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

The soft, limpid atmosphere revealed the outlines 
of the shore indentations, whose lights and shadows 
added their quota to the indescribable charm. The 
water was smooth and clear as a sheet of crystal, 
with big and little crafts moving here and there in 
stinct with life and industry. 

Off what is now Black Point, Alcamayn saw a 
party of fishermen with their dogs and skiffs making 
for the shore. There were two groups of men and 
dogs already on the beach at stations about two hun 
dred yards apart. 

At a given signal the dogs started from their 
given points and swam straight out seaward, single 
file in two columns. At a sharp cry from one of the 
men on the beach, the right column wheeled to the 
left, and the left column wheeled to the right, until 
the head of each line met. 

Then another signal was given, at which they all 
turned and swam abreast to the shore. As the dogs 
neared the beach, increasing numbers of fish ap 
peared in the shallow water. When their feet 
touched bottom, the animals pounced upon their 
finny captives and carried them to their masters. 
Each dog was given the head of the fish he had se 
cured, as his share of the catch. The dog who 
caught nothing received nothing. 

For a long time Alcamayn was unable to distin 
guish any member of the party now coming city-ward, 
but he could see that it was of unusual importance. 
Soon he caught sight of Yermah seated in a palan 
quin, which was borne on the shoulders of four black 
men, and then he saw Oghi streaking along ahead of 
the pack of dogs which were in full cry at his heels. 
The ocelot often sprang to one side and played with 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 41 

his canine pursuers, while anon he scaled a wall for 
their special delection. He was a magnificent swim 
mer, and a good fisher, despite the fact that he oc 
casionally put his sharp teeth through the fish, ren 
dering it unfit for other than his own use. 

" It is near the third marking past meridian- 
time," said Akaza ; " and when the circle is once 
more completed there will be but ten days remaining 
before we shall begin our mission of amity." 

"Have fitting preparations been made?" asked 
Alcamayn. 

" Hanabusa must take cognizance that a compli 
ment of balsas do escort duty at commencement. A 
signal from laqua will apprise him." 

" Yermah is but returning from a fishing expedi 
tion beachward. I have visioned him from an upper 
lookout." 

" Then let him have speech with thee at once. 
Take freely the counsel he imparts, and let me have 
assurance of his assent when the windows of thy 
soul greet and speed our parting hence. Peace abide 
with thee." 

He lightly kissed the forehead bared and inclined 
toward him. 

Alcamayn paused a moment on the threshold and 
gazed lingeringly into a kindly countenance flushed 
by close mental application. 

" May the preservative principle of the Trinity 
have thee entirely in its keeping," he responded, as 
he passed from view down the same spiral which 
had given him so much labor to ascend earlier in the 
day. 



CHAPTER FOUR 

DISPATCHING RUNNERS TO THE YO-SEMITE 

THE Servitors of Tlamco were held strictly 
responsible for the conduct of their respec 
tive offices. Promotion and preference did 
not depend upon birth but on deeds. 

"What has he done?" was the question pro 
pounded when a candidate presented himself for an 
office of public trust, and the same query met his 
lifeless body when it was offered for burial. So 
cially, and in the temples the same rule followed; so 
that distinctive service was the mainspring of their 
civilization. 

Next to the priestly office, agriculture ranked 
highest in the choice of occupations. Men pro 
foundly learned in every branch of it were continually 
in attendance at laqua. There were stations de 
voted to observation of climatic conditions; to the 
reclamation of wild fruits and cereals, or the propa 
gation of new ones for food; to the surveying and 
proper distribution of lands ; to the building of aque 
ducts, canals, bridges, granaries and public high 
ways to say nothing of the research in the extrac 
tion of dye stuffs from both vegetable and mineral 
substances. 

Nearly all of the cereals and fruits known to man 
were reclaimed from a wild state by the contempo 
raneous inspiration of these times. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 43 

The surrounding country was divided into four 
sections or provinces, while the populace was grouped 
into tens, having an official who attended to minor 
details. Every thousand of the population had a 
magistrate. Each ten thousand, or fraction thereof, 
had a governor, who was one of the Counselors of 
State. 

Orondo was at the head of the Civil Counselors, 
and it was to him, as first judge, that all questions of 
moment were submitted. Monthly reports were 
made to him by inspectors sent out for. this purpose 
men who served a lifetime without any other re 
muneration than the medals and prestige their posi 
tions insured. The priests owned nothing for them 
selves or their temples, nor did the advocates or 
healers receive recompense for service. 

The community was superior to the individual, and 
the government provided for the needs of all its 
people. The land was divided into three parts; 
that belonging to the sun supported the priesthood, 
and built and maintained its temples. 

Education was in the hands of the warrior-priests 
and the Virgins of the Sun; so the universities and 
schools drew their support from the same source. 
The next third belonged to the government and was 
cultivated for its benefit. 

The unit of value was a day's labor, and all the 
taxes were paid in this way. When the people had 
planted the remaining third of the land for their own 
use, they worked alternately for the government 
(constructing public roads) and on the sun lands. 

Hospitals for the aged, for orphans, and for the 
sick were a part of the government expense, institu 
tions universally copied from, but seldom accredited 



44 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

to the Aztecs and Peruvians by modern civiliza 
tion. 

No man was allowed to take advantage in a barter. 
Disputes arose every day among the guilds in the 
bazaars, but there was the same clannish feeling 
among them that has since made and maintained the 
family. Each trade was loyal to its own. They 
were ashamed to have a neighboring guild know 
that they quarreled, and it was a very aggravated 
case which invoked the law. 

When planting-time came, Orondo turned the first 
furrow of sod, and the Virgins of the Sun dropped 
the seeds, while Akaza commended the undertaking 
to the four elements. 

There were songs of rejoicing, and much exhibi 
tion of skill in cultivation, which at the close of the 
season, was rewarded by prizes and medals from 
Yermah's own hand. There were no idle men and 
women, and no paupers in these communities, while 
to be accused of laziness was a great disgrace. 

The private houses in Tlamco were of sun-dried 
bricks, covered with stucco, elaborately ornamented 
and delicately tinted. They were seldom more than 
one story high, with ceilings of ornamental woods, 
while the walls were tinted or hung with simple 
cotton tapestries. The flat-roofs were often bright 
with potted plants, and these dwellings were invari 
ably surrounded by flowers and a stretch of green 
sward. 

The hospitals, the barracks, the Brotherhood 
houses and those occupied by the priestesses faced the 
cardinal points and were the squares within the cir 
cular streets. They were uniformly four stories 
high, with truncated sloping roofs, and terraced 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 45 

grounds, forming ornamental bits of landscape 
among the trees, and commanding a fine view of bay 
and harbor. 

Clusters of sunflowers grew here and there in out- 
of-the-way places. Free use was made of cherry, 
laurel, clove and lavender plants along the highways, 
because they were known to produce ozone; and the 
gardens contained their favorite flowers narcissus, 
hyacinth and mignonette in abundance. 

Orondo was giving an audience to the mathema 
ticians who were employed in the Hall of Quippos, 
at laqua, where the government accounts were kept. 
And when it was known that Alcamayn had arrived 
Orondo sent and begged his presence. When the 
jeweler stepped into the hall, he found the place lit 
tered with quippos of all kinds. They were scat 
tered about on chairs, on the tables, and some were 
hanging upon the walls, while clerks called the num 
bers and tallied the curiously knotted cords in a mo 
notonous drone. 

There were intricate estimates for the warriors 
shown by the red cords and fringes; yellow denoted 
the gold used in the mechanical arts and industries 
and in the temples ; but these were few and simple in 
combination compared with the white ones, indica 
ting the enormous amount of civil transactions for the 
current month. 

Silver was used for state accounts, and its knots 
were curious little buttons, full of meaning for the 
men who mastered the art of the quippos. The 
largest bundle of all was the green, which, by its 
varying shades and fanciful combinations recorded 
the amount of wheat, corn and all agricultural pro 
duce owned or used by the pueblo city of Tlamco. 



46 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

" One knot ! Red signal corps," called the teller. 

" Signal corps, ten," answered the tally. 

" Two single knots, and one knot doubly inter 
twined, silver, Alcamayn." 

" Two knots, twenty ; one doubly intertwined, one 
hundred," repeated the tally. 

" One knot, triply intertwined, yellow, Alcamayn." 

"Hold!" cried Orondo. "Alcamayn, hast thou 
made requisition for a thousand grains of gold? 
Thy parchment is not properly stamped, and we can 
not give thee so much treasure on irregular demand." 

" Wilt thou grant me to see it? " said Alcamayn, 
reaching out for the document. " I must have both 
gold and silver quickly. There will scarce be time 
enough to prepare the gifts needed because of thy 
going to the Monbas." 

"It grieves me that I cannot aid thee; but thou 
must have recourse to the Dorado." 

" A foolish blunder leaves it without number, 
also," said Alcamayn, with a frown, handing the 
order to a tamane. " Yermah is engrossed with the 
priestesses caring for the fatherless. Dost thou 
know that he has issued an edict that all guilds and 
communes must sup together once in each lunation? " 

" The Azes are grown lax in hospitality, and we 
must give them an example," responded Orondo. 

The tamane returned with the parchment properly 
numbered and viseed. 

" He whom we delight to serve bids thee follow 
me. He would fain have counsel with thee." 

In obedience to the message, Orondo crossed the 
hall, and passed to the right, avoiding the audience 
chambers. 

Yermah had risen and was dismissing the priest* 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 47 

esses, after issuing orders on the state granaries for 
their requirements. 

" Spare no efforts to make these flowers of human 
ity happy as birds of air," he said. " I charge thee 
to give them plenty of sweets, music and games for 
their amusement." 

" Wilt thou not lend us thy presence? " 

" Affairs of urgency prevent indulgence of personal 
desires, but I shall not forget to send best thoughts." 

" May Jupiter the beneficent be in the ascendant 
throughout thy journey." 

He made the sign of submission and bent the knee 
in courtly fashion. 

" May his jovial and benign rays descend on all 
thy efforts. Success be with thee and thy wards," 
was Yermah's reply. 

" The secret of happiness," said Setos, senten- 
tiously, "is in having constant employment for both 
body and mind. I shall advise " 

" What wilt thou advise, Setos?" asked Yermah, 
as he seated himself at the council table in his private 
office, where Alcamayn and Orondo had been wait 
ing for him. 

" Duty compels me to suggest severe measures for 
women neglecting their households and allowing 
their children to be seen in filthy rags. Near the 
Temple of Neptune I complain of three houses un 
lawfully dirty. It surprised me that Akaza made 
no mention of this in conference to-day." 

" It were possible that he saw them not. He 
would be for mercy; and so am I." 

Yermah was in a genial mood as his voice and 
manner indicated. 



48 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

"What hast thou done with the offenders?" 
asked Orondo, quietly. 

" The first family was warned ; the second are 
now being paraded up and down the street. They 
have been admonished once before, and if it were 
in my discretion, they would be soundly whipped. 
Humiliation may serve with some natures, but 
corporal punishment is better for others." 

" Thou sayest they. Whom dost thou mean? " 

" The father and mother, and two young girls. 
The law is no respecter of persons." 

" And, in addition, thou wouldst have me order 
them whipped? " 

"N-o-o; I only wish thy consent to propose the 
measure at the next council meeting." 

Yermah made a gesture of dissent, and asked 
pointedly: 

" What punishment hast thou meted out to the 
third offense? " 

" I have application here, awaiting thy signet, 
that I may take the children away from the shiftless 
sloven who gave them ingress to light." 

" Is she widowed? " 

" Yes ; but she has been found guilty the third 
time." 

" The application is denied for the present. 
Alcamayn will be guardian of streets in our absence. 
Upon returning, I shall lend mine ear to domestic 
affairs. Of late disturbances and complaints have 
been frequent from that quarter." 

Touchy, vain-glorious Setos nettled at this. 

" Do my fellows think me unmindful of duty? " 

" No; only over-zealous. It is not in the province 
of good government to meddle with private affairs. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 49 

The best interests of posterity and the economic use 
of sustenance, with care of the person, are all that 
can be demanded." 

" Akaza is competent to advise thee," interposed 
Orondo. " These matters properly come under his 
dominion." 

" Akaza will undoubtedly agree with me," said 
Setos, catching at a straw for justification. " The 
first evidence of Initiation is a sensitive condition of 
the organs of smell. The novitiate is required to 
discover the deadly effects of putrescent gases, and 
even children are taught that whatever offends the 
nostrils injures the body." 

They rose simultaneously, and Orondo opened 
the door leading into the public reception hall. 

" The runners are here, waiting to carry our 
greetings to the Monbas and their high priestess." 

" Go and dispatch them, Orondo. I trust thee to 
lay the lash on them lightly. Go, thou, also, Setos, 
to see that they get the regulation stripes before 
setting forth." 

The Dorado picked up the parchments signed and 
sealed earlier in the day, and locking them in a 
strong box of curious design, dismissed the two 
courtiers with a nod and a smile. 

" I pray thee return quickly. Alcamayn needs 
advice from thee respecting thy special departments 
of service." 



CHAPTER FIVE 

THE TEMPLE OF LOVE IN THE LAND OF FIRE 

THE watchers on the top of Mount Diablo 
looked anxiously for sunrise the morning 
Yermah and his followers rowed slowly 
across San Francisco Bay, hugging the shorelines 
until the mouth of the Sacramento River was reached. 

Four times in the year the early visitor to Mount 
Diablo sees the " Shadow of the Devil " cast a tri 
angular outline against its grizzled peak. The con 
tacts last but a second and fade like a breath of mist 
from a looking-glass. 

All of the cluster of piny hills which surrounds 
Diablo like brilliants around a stone of the first water 
are still in darkness, and the two large valleys at 
either side seem an indistinct blur, when the heavy, 
phantom-like shadow is thrown on the scene, slant 
ingly, clear, and sudden. 

On the right side of the mountain, the light near 
est the black line that accentuates the shadow is palest 
yellow, shading gradually into green, until it is lost 
in the yellow-brown of the hills. To the left the 
line is reddish, and the shadow blue-black. 

That the triangle shaped itself perfectly, and 
gave good omen of the enterprise in hand, was evi 
dent from the excitement among the men whose duty 
it was to signal the good news to the Observatory 

50 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 51 

tower in Tlamco, and also to the fleet in the bay and 
river. 

Without mishap or deterrent incident the expedi 
tion found its way up the river past the bog-rushes, 
or tules, which gossip among themselves throughout 
the year. Occasionally the cry of a lone bittern or 
loon warned the invaders of a priority of claim upon 
the sustenance hidden by the murky waters or along 
the grassy banks. 

The wild things were startled and much dis 
tressed by such unaccustomed tumult, but their feeble 
protests failed to disturb the serenity of the human 
contingent secure in a might-made right to be the 
over-lords of all less gifted creatures. When they 
arrived at the point which is now occupied by the 
city of Stockton, the entire party disembarked, and, 
taking to the saddle, pushed on with as little delay 
as possible. 

Who can describe springtime in California? 
From Yuma to the Klamath what waving of leafy 
banners, what marvelous music of bird-song, what 
conquest of grass-blades, what routing of first usurp 
ers! 

Mystical California ! Where the Ice Age never 
came, and where the magnetism of pre-historic times 
still lingers to attract race skandhas which shall be 
gin the upward spiral of a new sub-race great in 
psychological possibilities I 

The days of peonage have passed forever. The 
cavaliers and the padres were oppressed by the 
Aztec ; he, in turn, suffered at the hands of the Argo 
naut. 

Over the surface of placer and quartz mines, 
vines, fig-trees and olives hide the scars made by 



52 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

sturdy miners, and dispute prestige with the golden 
grains which have been the staff of life to many 
alien born, and the end is not yet. 

The California of Cabrillo's day was a contin 
uous flower-garden from north to south. It must 
have been fair to view before mission sheep and 
horses tramped down the hills, where once only the 
grizzly bear and deer roamed unafraid long after 
the memory of Atlantis itself had been lost in ac 
cumulating centuries. 

The early mariners of our dispensation called the 
southern hills the " Land of Fire," because of the 
blaze at poppy-time the copo del oro of the padre 
and cavalier, the Yankee gold-cup, the Russian 
eschscholtzia. Then as now the yellow lupines, 
loved by the rag-tag-and-bobtail of the insect world, 
flourished beside the blue and purple blossoms of 
more pretentious claims, flirting with daintier bees 
and butterflies. 

The mints are a family of pedigree, and with all 
their kith and kindred they camped in clans about 
field and wood. Sage, thyme, and savory have al 
ways been well spoken of for yeoman service, while 
rosemary and lavender are beloved of the poets. 

California has both white and purple sweet wild 
mint, and her sage-bushes yield to the bees honey 
next to that made from clover for richness and 
whiteness. Everywhere on the trail Yermah's com 
panions found the Yerba Buena, which name in later 
years was applied to their beloved Tlamco. 

There were no quartz or gravel mines in those 
days. The battea of the Mexican and the horn- 
spoon of the " forty-niner " had no place in the 
pack-train for the auriferous gravel had not been 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 53 

thrown to the surface in great ridges, and the blue 
veins which are the natural beds for gold were in 
some instances thousands of feet below the surface. 

The combined action of air, water, sunshine, frost 
and earthquake were yet to disintegrate the matrix 
of quartz and set the precious metals free, or else 
to ingulf them in tons of molten lava after vaporiz 
ing them in the bowels of the earth. 

Time has wrought many of these changes since, 
and the heavy rains have washed the light silica into 
the water courses, and thence to the valleys, thus 
forming the soil and gravel which has yielded gold 
in this sun-down land. 

It was here that the early prospector found his 
reward, and it is here also that the battle over the 
disposal of the debris left by hydraulic process has 
been fought out by miner and husbandman. 

Then the cactus family, those outcasts of the 
desert which are said to have survived the last gla 
cial period, flourished in all their quaint ugliness. By 
long centuries of adaptation of scanty means to the 
ends of growth, the cactus has discarded its leaves 
and developed a fleshy stem, cylindrical, rectangu 
lar, triangular, flat, or round, but always armed with 
long needles. As a compensation, it bears exquisite 
blossoms of dainty tissue pistils and yellow ravelings 
of stamens, while its fruits might have been the 
golden apples of Hesperides. 

Akaza directed his party to take a trail leading to 
the south side of the Merced River, nearly two 
thousand feet lower than the route followed by 
tourists of later times. Suddenly from out one of 
the gray-green clusters of cacti darted a coarse- 
plumaged bird, marked with brown and white specks 



54 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

on the upper part, while the lower portion of its 
body was a dingy white. 

Oghi gave chase immediately, but it distanced 
him, with insolent flinging of sand and dust which 
quite surprised this intrepid hunter. He did nofc 
know whether to be frightened or ashamed of him 
self. At an encouraging word from Yermah, he 
laid his ears back close to his head and again tried 
the chase. The bird manifested no disposition to 
fly or to leave the trail. 

The trumpeter blared a command to halt, and the 
entire expedition came to a standstill. 

" Dismount for refreshment and rest, first giving 
attention to the horses," was the word passed along 
the line. 

Soon the tamanes were bustling about and making 
necessary arrangements for Yermah's comfort, 
while he and Akaza were intent upon examining the 
covert from which the road-runner started. A shout 
brought Setos and Orondo to his side, and after 
them, one by one, the whole party. 

" I am of opinion," said Setos, " that this strange 
bird, or beast, intended to eat the rattlesnake it had 
killed." 

" Not so," returned Akaza. " The body has 
been pecked full of holes and the bird was evidently 
about to abandon it when disturbed by Oghi." 

" See how well the creature has outlined a circle 
in laying these pieces of cactus leaves around the 
snake," remarked Orondo, intently examining the 
crude architectural plan. 

" Dost thou know anything about its habits? " in 
quired Yermah, turning to one of the piloting ta 
manes. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 55 

" Yes, my master. This bird is the natural en 
emy of rattlesnakes. It remains concealed until the 
reptile is fast asleep in the warm sand. With its 
sharp bill it is easy to take off part of a cactus 
leaf, as thou seest. Instinct teaches how to place 
them in a circle. This done, it throws caution 
to the wind and rouses the snake. Then there 
is a battle royal. The snake can not crawl over 
the cactus needles and finally dies of its own 
bite." 

" Does the bird eat any portion of its victim?" 
asked Setos. 

" Nothing except the eyes. The remainder of 
the body is scattered about in the sand, as thou 
seest." 

" Oghi will bring him back captive, but, I fear 
me, badly mutilated." 

" The ocelot will never catch him. These birds 
outfoot a thoroughbred. They are quicker, shyer, 
more alert even than Oghi. Besides, the smell of 
them is quite enough for a fastidious animal." 

It was long after, and when the column was once 
more on the move, that Oghi came back with his 
tongue hanging out; his tail between his legs; evi 
dently disgusted and thoroughly fagged. 

Arriving at what is now called Cold Springs, the 
party began the ascent of the Chowchilla Moun 
tains. Trees begin here Sequoia gigantea, of 
world-wide fame, but their habits were not new to 
the men of this expedition. 

Long before there were written words to express 
the ideas of man, the forest has furnished symbols 
of the various stages of human existence. The pli 
ancy of youth, the exuberant strength of maturity, 



56 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

the decay of age, have suggested eloquent parallels 
between man and the tree. 

In contemplating the monarchs of the woods the 
greatest poets and the denizens of the untracked for 
ests have risen together to the same heights of 
imagery and the same tokens of emotion and senti 
ment. 

Who can resist the silence, the whispering, the 
soughing, the writhing, the twisting and groaning of 
a pine tree, from the first flicker of a needle until 
the whole growth is in a Titanic struggle with the 
vagrant wind. The onset tests the strength of root, 
bole, branch and tendril to their utmost, then sud 
denly departs, leaving each needle erect and still as 
if listening to the music of the stars. 

In all ages, and among all people, certain groves 
have been held sacred. The tree-alphabet of the 
Chinese, the curling roofs of the truncated pagodas, 
the numerous legends of the tree and vine, symboliz 
ing life, are universal testimonials of this ancient 
veneration. 

The trees giving shelter to Yermah defied the Ice 
Age and escaped destruction in the flood. There 
are giants in Mariposa Grove to-day contempora 
neous with the Star of Bethlehem and the departing 
grandeur of Egypt. The green spires of this living 
forest, three hundred feet high, filter the air through 
innumerable branches, making one shiver at their 
mysterious whistle, like the rustling silk robes of an 
unseen company. 

The mystic and appalling are there as well. How 
often in active life the specter stands among men and 
trees ! 

The very strength gained by such close lifting of 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 57 

fibers during decades of existence will not permit 
these giants to seek rest prone upon the welcoming 
breast of Mother Earth. Still must they stand, 
bleached by sun, beaten by rain, and buffeted by 
winds, leading a spectral existence when remains of 
other members of the forest have silently sunk to 
rest, and are no longer distinguishable in substance 
from the very soil from which they sprung. 

For a century or so there is a struggle among the 
children of the fallen monarch. At last but few 
remain, to become giants in their turn set on the 
rim of the pit formed by the decaying roots of their 
ancient ancestor. Rings of this kind can still be 
found, showing the broken roots projecting like the 
staves of a barrel, overgrown with ferns and wild 
oxalis, or filled to the brim with fresh spicy red 
wood sprouts. 

No one who visits the Yo-Semite to-day, can im 
agine the abundance in early times of wild flowers 
and luxuriant grasses reaching up to the saddle- 
girths, or the almost total absence of undergrowth 
and brush in the groves, thus affording clear, open 
views from either side. The valley lies nearly in 
the center of the State, north and south, midway 
between the east and west bases of the Sierras. 



Not a sound broke the impressive stillness as Yer- 
mah caught his first grand view from Inspiration 
Point, save occasional chirps and songs of birds, or 
the low, distant sigh of waterfalls in the vertical- 
walled chasm below. Here and there was a dark 
yellow pine rooted in the crevice, and clinging tena 
ciously to its dizzy elevation. The wind swept 



58 



these trees to and fro, and there was a faint, plain 
tive murmur in their leaves as of pain. 

Yermah did not notice that coveys of grouse beat 
the air with their wings in clumsy and obstinate 
flight, nor did he see that deer sprang up here and 
there, making for the undergrowth, lying in an oppo 
site direction. He reined his horse sharply out of 
the green forest and stood upon a high jutting rock 
overlooking a rolling, uplifting sea of granite moun 
tains of a beautiful pearl-gray. The colors were 
cold in effect all the character being given by the 
vertical parallel lines of gray, brown, and black 
which stripe a portion of the walls. 

The sun winked at them from behind the pine- 
trees on the top of the hills, and threw shimmering 
lances among the cliffs and crags, burnishing up their 
edges. Its rosy tints etched furrows on the moun 
tain's face, seeming to take pride in bringing out 
strongly the wrinkles which the master of the hour 
glass and scythe had been busily engaged upon for 
so many thousand years. 1 

The first impressive thought was that the granite 
ledges were standing pale and dumb before their 
Creator! The towers, the domes, the spires, the 
battlements, the arches, the white columns of solid 
granite surging up into the air came to everlasting 
anchor! The silence seemed to quiver with sound, 
just as the warm air shimmered without stir all along 
the rocky outlines. The scene conveys to the soul 
of man through the eye what might the orchestra of 
heaven through the ear, were peals of thunder com 
passed into harmonious notes of music. As the 
king of day rode farther out, he gently touched the 

1 J. M. Hutchings in " The High Sierras." 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 59 

falls of Upper Yo-Semite, transforming a downpour 
of crystals into tears of liquid silver, which the 
winds whirled into fantastic wraiths against the 
frowning cliffs. 

All that was mortal in the visitor swept back; all 
that was immortal surged to the front, and bowed 
down in awe. 

" Here speaks the voice of God; and here His 
power is manifest." 

It was Akaza's voice that broke the silence. 

" Hail ! smiling morn that tips these hilltops with 
alchemic gold! Teach us the secret of thy magic." 

Again it was Akaza's words. 

" Here we have visual evidence of the power and 
glory of the Supreme Ruler. The majesty of His 
handiwork is in that testimony of rocks." 

A softening haze hung over the valley, and the 
clouds partly dimmed the higher cliffs and moun 
tains. Obscurity of vision increased the reverential 
mood of the party. A peculiarly exalted sensation 
seemed to fill their minds, and their eyes swam with 
fellowly drops of emotion, though their tongues re 
fused their office. By common impulse they pushed 
forward, and coming down back of Cathedral 
Rocks, found themselves at nightfall near the val 
ley's mouth, with El Capitan on the left and Bridal 
Veil Falls on the right. 

On the plains of the San Joaquin, sixty miles below, 
El Capitan had been first sighted, and now they 
gazed curiously at its bare, smooth sides, entirely 
destitute of vegetation, towering above their heads 
fully three thousand feet a solid mass of granite, 
set squarely out into the valley, as if meaning to bar 
their passage. 



60 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

Here they were met by a delegation of Monbas 
accompanied by their own runners. After listening 
to an address of welcome, they were invited to meet 
the high-priestess, Keroecia, at Mirror Lake, higher 
up the valley. 

" This glorious sun gives light to the ceremony of 
purification by fire, demanding the presence of all our 
people, else had they been here to give welcome to 
our friends. We are bidden to serve thee in the 
name of the high-priestess, and make familiar the 
grandeur of this noble temple," said Ben Hu Barabe, 
the Civil Chief. 

" Accept our humble thanks and faithful obedi 
ence," responded Yermah. 

" May the warmth and light flooding us genially 
be an augury of felicitous days to come," said 
Orondo. 

" May our inmost thoughts be in harmony with 
Divine Will," added Akaza, while Setos called at 
tention to a chucah, a curious basket-like structure, 
suspended from a tree near where he stood. Upon 
examination, it was found to contain a parchment 
scroll filled with a detailed report of the runners' 
journey and reception. 

" The Monbas will remain only long enough to 
ascertain and comply with the wishes of the Azes, 
after the ceremonies now in progress cease," con 
tinued Ben Hu Barabe. " The emissary, Eko 
Tanga, comes on mischief bent, and we must be 
ready to meet him." 

The determined tone and angry scowl indicated 
the sentiments of the speaker. 

" When once outside these sacred precincts, we 



THE STORY .OF A LOST RACE 61 

have matters of moment to discuss with thy leaders," 
said Yermah. 

" We are pledged to the leadership of the high- 
priestess, and humbly await her pleasure. She will 
hear thee fully," was the response made by the young 
warrior. 

There was something in his loyal speech which 
impressed Yermah greatly. He looked at him with 
an eye of favor, and asked him to show the way up 
the valley. 

Rahula and Ildiko, refreshed by a night's rest, 
accompanied by Orondo and Setos, recrossed the 
valley to view Bridal Veil Falls. The women were 
in raptures at the sight of the great falls, and in 
sisted that their palanquins should be lowered fre 
quently, to enable them to examine the graceful un 
dulating sheets of spray. It fell in gauze-like folds, 
expanding, contracting and glittering in the sunlight 
like a veil of diamonds. Then changing into one 
vast and many-colored cloud, it threw its mystic 
drapery over the falling torrent, as if to shroud its 
unspeakable beauty. 

Down the water leaps in one unbroken chain to 
an immense bowlder-formed cauldron below, where 
it boils and surges furiously, throwing up volumes of 
spray, while the sun haloes the abyss with two or 
more gorgeous rainbows. The swaying from side 
to side under the varying pressure of the wind, and 
the jarring roar of the water, thrilled and hushed 
the beholders into silent, spellbound admiration. 

Yermah followed the north wall on past the Three 
Brothers which rise in steps, one behind the other, 
with their heads turned in the same direction. 



62 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

The lofty columnar rock called Washintgon Tower 
has diamond-like cascades, which tumble down the 
sides of the Royal Arches more than two thousand 
feet. These wing-like spans form a sort of lion's 
head, not unlike the winged lions of Nineveh. 

With the column which forms an angle to Teneya 
Canon, they seem intended for a base of adequate 
magnitude to support the North Dome. 

The mighty powers of Nature, which have wrought 
such wonders in this region, cleft this tower in twain, 
and disposed of the fragments in a manner as mys 
terious as it must have been awful. 

On the opposite side of Teneya Canon is Half 
Dome a perfectly inaccessible crest. From a dis 
tance one might fancy that the stone-cutter's art had 
been brought to bear upon its perfectly rounded 
summit. Upon closer inspection it is found that 
Time has been the sculptor. The ages have cut out 
huge concentric layers of granite, and scattered them 
about in picturesque confusion. 

Yermah rode on up the canon until his ears caught 
the notes of a folk-song; then he dismounted and, 
fastening Cibolo to a live-oak, made his way toward 
the music. Astonishment and delight transfixed his 
gaze. 

At his feet lay the " Sleeping Waters," i em 
bowered by trees, and environed on high by the dome 
already described. This water course leaps from 
crag to pool, until it reaches equilibrium, and the sur 
face of the lake is as motionless and smooth as a 
mirror. The reflected domes, peaks and trees are 
seen on its glassy bosom in perfect outline, seemingly 

1 Indian name for Mirror Lake. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 63 

five hundred fathoms down, in exact representation 
of the beauties that reach one mile into the air! 

Yermah stood spellbound, not so much by this 
stupendous grandeur as by the scene being enacted be 
fore him. He was so intently regarding it that he 
scarcely saw or felt the shower of flint-headed ar 
rows which fell in profusion and ruffled the surface 
of the lake. 

His eyes were riveted on a young woman who was 
in the act of speeding a golden arrow over the heads 
of three other girls of nearly her own age, and who 
were putting off from shore in a crescent-shaped boat, 
which they propelled with long silvery oars. They 
were chanting softly, and the air was redolent with 
the perfume of flowers, which completely filled the 
boat, hanging in graceful profusion from prow and 
stern, in wreaths of all sizes and colors. 

The boat moved like a thing instinct with life, 
and as it disappeared on the opposite side, Yermah's 
tense gaze made itself felt on its object. Keroecia 
moved uneasily, and then looked fixedly into the 
water stretched out before her. She first saw her 
own image, then beside it the ideal of her dreams 
a helmeted figure, reflected full-length in the limpid 
stream. 

His tunic was of purple cloth, confined at the 
waist by a wide striped silk sash, which tied over 
the left hip and hung in long, heavy, fringed ends. 
The short, full skirt was of orange silk, with a wide 
band of embroidery around the bottom, and under 
neath were long, closely-woven woolen leggins of 
purple. The feet were protected by sandals with 
jeweled sides and straps across the instep. From his 



64. YERMAH, THE DORADO 

shoulders hung a leopard-skin cloak, double-faced, so 
that it was alike on both sides. 

He wore a square breastplate of stones, contain 
ing twelve jewels, proclaiming that he was Master 
of the twelve councilmen, and ruled continuously 
while the sun traveled through the twelve signs of 
the zodiac. At his side hung a burnished bronze 
sword, with a beautifully engraved scabbard, de 
lineating a lion hunt from meet to finish. 

At first Keroecia was fascinated, then a feeling of 
fear stole over her. She made a movement as if to 
fly, but in turning stood face to face with Yermah. 
An inarticulate sound died on her lips as she started 
back amazed and fearful. Her wide-eyed vision and 
strained attention searched the countenance of the 
pale and agitated man, who stood so near her that 
she felt the radiating warmth of his body. He re 
mained motionless, but she shrank back, and was 
momentarily rooted to the spot. 

With a regal sweep of the arm, he bared his head, 
and with his right hand made the hierophant sign of 
command. He opened the hand, palm outward, the 
first two fingers pointing upward. He bowed pro 
foundly, and carried the helmet hand to his heart 
lightly. 

Keroecia quickly comprehending his intent as well 
as his rank and station, courteously made the At- 
lantian sign of submission. 

Yermah recognized it by a downward movement 
of his open right hand. 

" Pleasing in my sight, and welcome to all the 
Monbas, is the Servitor of Aztlan," she said. " He 
who created the four elements forbid that fatigue 
or discomfort should be thy portion." 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 65 

" It were an earthy spirit which could be mind 
ful of the physical in this magnificent temple," re 
plied Yermah. 

His calm, even tones quieted and reassured her 
completely. 

" Have none of my fellows shown thee courtesy? 
Thy exalted station and goodness of heart demand 
much." 

" Ample consideration met us at the newel-post 
of this wondrous structure. It were a puny effort 
indeed that would fail to convey such welcome as 
the season and occasion warrant. In harmony with 
this spirit, I have stolen away from my companions 
and have sought audience direct with thee. If ill- 
considered abruptness gives rise to inharmonious 
thought, forgive me. The head, and not the heart, 
is at fault." 

" Offense were not possible with this intent. And 
I were an unworthy handmaiden should I harbor ill 
will on this day, holiest of all the year to the Mon- 
bas." 

" I stand athirst for knowledge of the sacred rite 
already partially witnessed. Is it lawful for an 
alien to know its import? " 

" We who find divinity in the flowers, the birds, 
the sunshine, the trees, the rocks, the streams, and the 
hills, have no secrets apart from any living thing. 
But before thy special question, tell me of thy com 
rades. Shall I face them here? " 

" In this place, and soon. They skirted the 
southern wall. The women came in chairs, lest 
fatigue should render them unfit to give heed to thy 
many accomplishments. Tell me the office of the 
three graces in the flower-laden boat." 



66 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

" All the ills of my people are consigned to those 
flowers. The ark in the center contains a symbol of 
the all-pervading essence of creation, and when the 
sun comes high enough to send a vertical ray into this 
ark, the flowers which have been collected for the 
past three days will be sacrificed by fire; and then we 
can go hence happy and content, free from evil 
tendency within and without. Our faith is simple. 
We try to live in harmony with the laws of Life and 
Love." 

" An artist who revels in the beauties of creation 
receives direct the thoughts of the Eternal Father," 
returned Yermah, reverently. 

" A child inhaling the fragrance of a flower re 
ceives in the process of transmutation the thoughts 
of the Creator." 

" Without the intervention of planetary in 
fluence?" 

" The open flower, with its sun-rayed form, is to 
vegetation what the sun is to the planets, and as 
man is to animal life. Flowers crown Nature's 
dominions." 

" The soul of man crowns all animate things," 
persisted Yermah. 

" When he crushes a beetle he destroys the life 
of what may some day be his brother," she an 
swered, with a smile. 

" Dost thou believe in transmigration? I am 
agreed with thee that life is a vibration of Divine 
Will, moving in a spiral, but physical man is the 
lowest rung contacted by the ego." 

" Oh, say not so ! Is not the ego a ray of the 
creative energy itself? Thinkest thou the human 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 67 

family the only emanation of Divinity worthy to 
contact its Creator? " 

" Yes," he answered; " and only then by aspiring 
to a spiritual plane." 

" How many planes dost thou allot to man? " 

" Three the physical, the mental and the spirit 
ual. A novice must perform the nine labors in order 
to achieve perfection. Each plane is threefold, like 
the alchemical sun, whose prototype blesses us with 
its preserving rays. Unfold to me the principles of 
thy system." 

" The first degree is that of the crystallized 
mineral, typifying death. The rocks and stones are 
of both sexes. Their sympathies and antipathies 
constitute their laws of natural selection determined 
by the vegetation produced from their soil. The 
second degree pertains to the subjective spaces of 
the mineral world the tiny races within the 
higher round of that zone. Each life-atom is busy 
at its own appointed task, happy beyond conception 
in its lowly spiritual state. The third degree is the 
vegetable kingdom. The leaves are so placed that 
a line wound around the stem of a plant, and touch 
ing the petiole of each leaf would be a spiral. 
Where the leaves are in two rows, it is one-third the 
circumference, and so on in successive trines." 

" No one could be more loyal than I to the great 
family of endogens," said Yermah. " They all go 
by threes, and are correlated to the Trinity. We 
make the lily the type of purity; the palm, the type 
of perfect life, which is service. The grains give the 
staff of life; the grasses cover the earth, and feed 
our animals. The onion not only contains the im- 



68 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

mortal elixir, but in its circles represents the growth 
of the universe, and the orbits of the planetary 
system." 

" The exogens," said Keroecia, " are closer to our 
own lives. The rose gains in beauty as it loses its 
power of reproduction, and the flower which carpets 
our hillsides with patches of gold drops the calyx 
when it arrives at perfection. It lives with the sun 
opening and closing with his coming and going, 
and is so delicate that we make it the symbol of the 
soul. 

" In the fourth degree are the flower nymphs, dis 
porting themselves like butterflies in the luminous 
ether of their round. Some bear resemblance to 
beautiful girls, but are bright green, with large heads 
and small bodies. In the full scale they show all the 
colors of the rainbow. The fifth degree is the animal 
kingdom; the sixth is semi-human; the seventh is man. 
Love is the only condition of creation that love 
which is perfect equilibrium between thyself and the 



universe." 



Neither spoke for several moments ; then Yermah 
said, with a sigh of contentment : " This is a veri 
table Temple of Love." 

" In very truth it is," she returned; " and this is 
the season of renewal. It is the breeding-time of 
flowers and of the feathered tribes. Look here I " 

She drew back a branch of eglantine, heavy with 
bloom, and nestled cozily in the fork of the parent 
stem was a tiny grayish-white mass of hair, fashioned 
into a nest by a gold-throated humming-bird. The 
mate industriously sipped honey from blossom to 
blossom, while the watcher on the nest put up its 
long, tube-like bill, waiting to be fed. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 69 

The birds twittered conjugal confidences unmind 
ful of prying eyes. Disturbed at last by the voices, 
both balanced in air, leaving exposed to view two lit 
tle spotted eggs, not larger than fine shot. They 
darted about in evident distress, keeping up a con 
stant humming with their gauzy wings. 

The man and woman paused but a second, and 
then passed on. 

The Monbas believed in five sub-human kingdoms, 
peopled by entities. The mineral kingdom was 
represented by gnomes; the vegetable kingdom, by 
sylphs; the reptile, by fire or salamanders; water, 
by undines and fishes. Keroecia's followers were the 
forerunners of the ancient Druids and the modern 
gypsies. 

The aim of all religions is to harmonize man with 
the laws which govern the universe. The Monbas 
did this by metempsychosis of the sub-human ele 
ments. They solved the great problem of absorbing 
into the astral system the pure psychic elements 
about them, and reached divinity by this process. It 
is for this reason that the gypsies never mingle with 
other civilizations. They go to nature direct for 
their wisdom, and keep away from cities for fear of 
losing their psychic powers. 

On Good Friday, the gypsies still have their 
patriarch carry an ark or basket, in the bottom of 
which has been placed a Saint Andrews cross. Each 
member of the tribe lays a flower on the cross to 
abjure and protect him against evil influences thus 
perpetuating the idea of the immaculate conception. 
The gypsies believe that the flowers give off metemp 
sychosis and absorb disease. 

Orondo, Setos, Rahula and Ildiko with a retinue 



70 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

of tamanes, a Monbas escort, and some burros laden 
with stout willow baskets and bags, skirted the south 
ern side of the valley in passing Cathedral Rock and 
Spires. 

There were splendid pitch-pine trees massed in the 
foreground, which being duplicated on the top of 
the cliffs, looked like a mere fringe of green thrown 
into relief against fleecy white clouds hurrying across 
the turquoise sky in pursuit of some fleeting phantom 
of that eerie region. 

The travelers found it warm work to cross the 
Merced River, near by; but the cool sea-breezes 
began to blow up from the Golden Gate for they 
were almost opposite, in a direct line from Tlamco. 
In pushing on to Mirror Lake, they followed the same 
path taken by Yermah. As they passed Indian 
Canon, they looked up the deep gorge to the east 
ward and saw that here was the entrance and exit 
used by the Monbas. 

As they neared the lake, they looked off in the dis 
tance to where Cloud's Rest connects with the High 
Sierra this chain of matchless pearls from the mouth 
of . Nature. Around the top of this extremely 
elevated, steep, barren ridge hover continuously a 
bevy of cottony clouds, while a lace-like scarf of fog 
softens the hard, unyielding lines, and makes them 
tempt the soul of man to feats of the greatest dar 
ing. 

Presently was seen a thin, vapory line of smoke 
issuing from the direction in which the boat had dis 
appeared. Instantly the roads seemed alive with 
people, coming from all directions, and making the 
welkin ring with melodious sound. There were men, 
women and children, gay in holiday attire, singing 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 71 

and gesticulating in the very ecstasy of joy. They 
crowded the banks of the lake and waited expectantly. 

At length a slender silver arrow flew up from the 
smoke clouds; then, another; and again, a third. 
This was followed by a deafening blast of trumpets, 
drums, cymbals, tambourines, pipes, and ear-splitting 
whistles, as the priestesses re-embarked and slowly 
approached. The first splash of the silvery oars was 
answered by a shout of triumph from the opposite 
shore, followed by a song, in which three voices 
joined with equal zest. 

Then the crowd fell back, making room for 
Keroecia and the tall, fair stranger. He was intent 
and alert; she, smilingly gracious. As the boat 
anchored, she raised her hand in blessing, for which 
Yermah reverently uncovered. 

The priestess stepped forward to receive an urn 
delicate and fragile as the ashes of roses it con 
tained, when a treacherous pebble turned her ankle, 
and she would have fallen had not Yermah caught 
her by the arm in time to prevent a painful strain 
upon the supporting muscles and tendons. It was the 
unstudied act of a man of ready tact and faultless 
breeding. 

The hillsides and rock walls rumbled and echoed 
the burst of cheering which greeted this feat. Again 
he uncovered and stood in a respectful attitude until 
the three nimble-footed young women were on shore. 
They, catching the infection, shared in the general 
excitement. By a common impulse they arranged 
themselves in line, and stood with Yermah and 
Keroecia, bowing acknowledgments and participating 
in dumb show with the spontaneous outpouring of 
good will. 



72 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

" Alcyesta, Suravia, Mineola, accept the homage 
offered by Yermah, the Dorado, of Aztlan, lately ar 
rived from Tlamco," said Keroecia. " These are my 
trusted hand-maidens. Receive service from them as 
from mine own hands." 

" Such grace and fair fellowship bankrupts the of 
fices of speech. Alone, I am powerless to make 
adequate return ; but here I have allies who will amply 
requite thee," saying which he turned to make room 
for his companions, who had approached in the 
general confusion unobserved by the company. 
Setos and Orondo uncovered and waited back of their 
countrymen. 

The gnomes, salamanders, sylphs, and undines of 
fairyland, peeping out from each leaf and fragrant 
bloom, never beheld a lovelier vision than that of 
Keroecia and Ildiko, as they stood facing each other. 

Keroscia's long, wavy bronze-red hair was con 
fined by a jeweled band, with three white ostrich tips 
in the center. She was gowned in simple white, long 
and flowing. Around her neck were seven strands 
of pearls fastened to a medallion composed of ruby, 
topaz, emerald, sapphire, amber, amethyst and tur 
quoise. Encircling her slender waist was an 
enameled and jeweled girdle. The loose sleeves fell 
back from exquisitely shaped arms, ornamented with 
bracelets, while numerous rings adorned her taper 
fingers. 

In her big Oriental eyes, shaded with long lashes, 
was a glint of the bronze which the sun brought out 
in her hair. A ripened peach is the only fitting com 
parison for her cheeks, and her tiny, even teeth 
glistened white between the perfectly formed and 
curved lips which in parting revealed them. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 73 

Ildiko, taller, and more slight, was a sharp con 
trast, her fuzzy white hair, eye-brows, and lashes 
contrasting with her shell-pink skin. The pale blue 
of her dress strengthened the color of her eyes, which 
were so well set back that a full interpretation of 
their language baffled the observer. There were em 
broideries and jeweled passementeries, the rich ar 
rangement of which showed the detail of her toilet. 
A gauze head-dress supporting a thin veil, which fell 
well down over her back, helped the illusion. She 
skillfully tried to get full benefit of the roseate rays 
reflected by an umbrella held over her head by an 
attendant. 

Yermah took her hand and placed it in Keroecia's 
outstretched palm, and then put both his own over 
them protectingly. 

" May such love as sisters bear each other bind 
thee." 

Then bringing Rahula forward, he presented her. 
A dark-red head-band, glistening with jetted em 
broidery and drooping ear ornaments enhanced the 
luster of her iron-gray hair, and somewhat softened 
the expression of her wrinkled face. Not a facet 
of the jet sparkled brighter than her beady, black 
eyes, which were never quite in accord with her thin 
smiling lips. 

Simple gold bands without ornament confined the 
locks of Alcyesta, Suravia, and Mineola, that of the 
first and last being dark and abundant, while 
Suravia's hair was like spun gold in texture and color. 
These bands did not go all the way around the head, 
but terminated over each ear in medallions, jeweled 
and enameled in quaint design. Alcyesta wore pale 
yellow; Suravia, lavender; and Mineola, pink. A 



bright plaid sash was tied about each waist, and fell 
to the hem in the back. Sandals with pointed toes, 
reaching well over the instep, protected the feet. 

The other women wore dresses of cotton cloth 
made like chemises. These were of four colors, and 
worn one over the other. The edges were variously 
ornamented, some with figures, others again with em 
broidery or saw-teeth appliques of a different shade. 
Necklaces of beads, jeweled belts, earrings, bracelets 
and sandals were common to them all. Some wore 
crowns or other fanciful head-covering with bright 
feather ornaments, while others braided their hair in 
two loose plaits, and covered their heads with an in 
describably fine-woven basket, highly ornate, which 
came to a point at the top. 

The Highlander of to-day would appreciate and 
admire the markings of the cloth worn by these sturdy 
mountaineers. For the leaders, there were plaids of 
seven colors; for the next in rank, five colors; for 
governors of fortresses, four colors; for captains, 
three colors; for warriors, two colors; for the com 
mon people, one color. 

The warriors carried shields of flexible bamboo 
canes bound firmly together, and covered with raw 
hide. These were ornamented with porcupine quills, 
tortoise-shell, mother-of-pearl, and ivory, inlaid and 
skillfully etched with mineral dyes, the rank of the 
wearer being cleverly revealed in this manner. The 
shields were invariably circular and convex in form. 
Worn next to the body, were plain white garments 
of coarse texture, and on their heads were high 
conical hats, very like the Astrakhan caps of to-day. 
Leggins much wrinkled and heavy sole-leather 
sandals completed their costume. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 75 

In the solemn hush, four stalwart warriors of the 
Monbas stepped forward and knelt upon the shore, 
grasping each other by the inner fore-arm, near the 
elbow. Keroecia and the three priestesses carefully 
lifted the ark from the boat and placed it in the recep 
tacle made by the inter-locked arms. 

Taking a few of the ashes left in the urn, 
Keroecia mixed them with salt, which she stirred with 
an aspergillus made of medical herbs tied to a hazel 
stick on which the four spirits were carved. The salt 
and incense ashes were consecrated separately be 
fore using. She then took the four alchemical ele 
ments, salt, mercury, sulphur and nitrogen, and 
sprinkled them over the man holding a chalice repre 
senting water; an eagle, with a nimbus around its 
head representing air; a tree of life, representing fire; 
and the sword of Mithra, who annually immolates 
the sacred bull. These correspond to mind, matter, 
motion and rest. 

The special kingdom of the gnomes is in the north; 
that of the salamanders, in the south; that of the 
sylphs, in the east; and that of the undines, in the 
west. They influence the four temperaments of man. 
The gnomes, the melancholic; the salamanders, the 
sanguine; the undines, the phlegmatic; the sylphs, 
the bilious. The Monbas abjured them by breathing, 
sprinkling, burning of perfumes, and by tracing a 
pentagram on the ground. 

Keroecia holding a pentacle in one hand, and tak 
ing in turn a sword, a rod, and a cup, faced the lake 
and said: 

" Angel with the blind eyes, obey me, or pass away 
from the holy water ! Work, winged bull, or return 
to earth, if thou wouldst not be pricked by this 



76 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

sword! Fettered eagle, obey this sign, or retire be 
fore my wrath I Writhing serpent, crawl at my feet, 
or be tortured by the sacred fire, and evaporate with 
the perfumes I am burning ! Water, return to water ; 
fire, burn ; air, circulate ; earth, return to earth by 
the power of the pentagram, which is the morning 
star, and in the name of the tetragram, which is writ 
ten in the center of the cross of light. Auma ! " 

In the Egyptian and Jewish religions, three vestal 
virgins guard the ark, typical of the Immaculate con 
ception in that the ark contains an aerolite, or 
Heaven-born stone. In Greek mythology, the three 
graces guard the sacred urn. The name Suravia 
signified the sun-way, or river of light; Alcyesta, the 
ark, chest, or urn floating on the celestial river; 
while Mineola, personated the divine soul-mind 
liberated in the ark. 

The flint-headed arrow is a phallic symbol of 
thought, and when the Monbas shot arrows over 
water it was to destroy their unseen enemies ; the lake, 
to them, representing mind. The passage of the sun 
out of the watery sign in the Spring equinox was the 
festival Keroecia and her people were celebrating. 



CHAPTER SIX 

THE AGREEMENT TO ARBITRATE THEIR SEVERAL 
DIFFERENCES 

IT was Jupiter's Day (Thursday), and Akaza 
wore a scarlet robe of silk, with embroidered 
bands, having the twelve signs of the zodiac 
worked out in neutral tones of brown and green. 
On his head was a scarlet liberty-cap with the sign 
of Jupiter on the forehead and his long hair and 
beard had been curled into nine parts, typical of the 
nine phases of initiation which he had passed. He 
wore a sapphire ring on the middle finger of his right 
hand, and his breastplate was of emeralds, set in 
silver. 

With a single tamane and a guide, Akaza followed 
the course of the Merced River and reveled in the 
luxuriant vegetation which changes in character and 
development according to locality. 

Near the falls were dense growths of alder, wil 
low and spruce, and in the upper valley were sugar- 
pine and yellow and bastard cedar in abundance. 

The Balm of Gilead, poplar and black oak 
haunted the swampy places where snowy pond-lilies 
rode in imperious fashion over the moisture. There 
was a wilderness of sparkling mosses thriving in the 
spray of waterfall and cascade. 

Back in cool, shady greeneries, were an infinite 
variety of ferns, ranging from tall bracken to feathery 

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78 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

maidenhair clinging to the eerie crevices high up on 
the sky line. 

Maple, laurel, and manzanita with dainty bell- 
shaped blossoms colored like a baby's palm, had as 
companion another member of the buck-thorn family, 
the white lilac. And these seemed intent upon con 
cealing the basis of the different falls. Here, also, 
was the madrono, " the harlequin of the woods," in 
buff and red bark, in a chronic state of dishabille. 
But who would find fault with the toilet process which 
changes the older, darker bark for the delicate 
cream-colored covering which lies underneath? . 

A noisy, chattering bluejay, the scandal-monger of 
the bird family, protested vigorously against the 
incursion of this venerable old man. Vociferous and 
argumentative, the feathered opponent grew tired of 
useless opposition, and, as a practical joke, concealed 
itself in the clump of leaves and screamed like a hawk 
near where a flock of small birds were enjoying them 
selves in their own fashion. 

The songsters recovered from their fright while 
the rascal was giving vent to a cackle which sounded 
like a derisive laugh, and then they combined forces 
to drive the intruder out of the neighborhood. The 
bluejay proved to be as full of fight as of mischief, 
but a severe conflict produced an appreciable amend 
ment of manners. 

Even the red-headed wood-pecker ceased hammer 
ing holes in the trees and stopped long enough to in 
spect the stranger. It may have been only a trick of 
the bluejay's to entice the worker away from the tree 
to allow a raid on the store-house of acorns. It did 
the pilferer no good, however; for the carpenter-bird 
never makes a mistake in selecting acorns to fit the 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 79 

holes made for them. From the beginning of time 
the bluejay has never been able to appreciate this 
fact. 

The chip-munks, the grasshoppers and the squir 
rels peeped and wondered from different points of 
vantage, while a mother partridge by fluttering and 
scurrying along the ground, sought to divert attention 
from her tiny striped-back brood huddled up on one 
foot under a friendly bunch of wild-strawberry leaves. 

A pair of quail established themselves in the screen 
of a honey-suckle vine, and the little crested head of 
the family was feeding his small mate a dainty tid 
bit, having coaxed her up into that leafy retreat to 
discuss the viand. Ring-doves cooed lovingly to each 
other, while the now extinct wild turkey sunned itself 
and preened its bronze feathers, perched high on the 
top of the bare rock above. 

Up near the snow-line were red patches of snow- 
plants, looking like huge semi-transparent globules of 
crystallized sugar, having stem, bells and leaves all of 
one color, curiously mingled and intertwined. 

Every inch of Akaza's advance was contested by 
some flowering plant. Sometimes it was the droop 
ing boughs of the white blossoming dog-wood. 
Again, it was a rhododendron bush stubbornly block 
ing the way. Or, perhaps, it was a shower of azalea 
blooms that fairly smothered him. The spice-bush, 
with its long, slender green leaves, and odd-shape 
wine-colored flowers, locked horns with the tall 
shapely Shasta Lily. 

The gossamer, glass-like mountain mahogany dis 
puted honors with a flaring brown-and-orange tiger- 
lily, while the pentstemon, distinctly blue at the base 
and pink at the rim of its cup, coquetted with a 



80 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

dainty butterfly-lily. " Like a bubble borne on air, 
floats the shy Mariposa Bell," with its purplish white, 
its faint tint of pink or pale gold, each petal brocaded 
in soft shades of bronze-brown or patched with 
plush, as if fairy finger-tips had smutched them be 
fore the paints were dry. 

Who does not know the yellow buttercup which 
faces the world everywhere, the red columbine, 
whose chandelier of scarlet tongues makes light in 
dark places, or the well-beloved larkspur ? 

Then purple thistle, goldenrods and dandelions 
shook their heads vigorously in the refreshing breeze, 
and argued it out with the grasses and ice-plants lying 
flat on the ground, where only a muchly debased 
cactus bristled and threatened everything that 
ventured even to look at its forbidden fruit. 

The day was well nigh spent when Akaza ap 
proached the camp near the mouth of the Indian 
Canyon. Yermah and Keroecia advanced to meet 
him, hand in hand, like happy children. Keroecia 
did not wait for a formal presentation but came for 
ward graciously. 

" Patriarch and hierophant," she said, " this temple 
awaits thy ministration. The love and obedience 
of my people and myself are thine to command." 

" Fair daughter of the gods, thou hast already 
a place in my heart, as I perceive thou hast in the 
affections of my comrades. Mayst thou ever be sur 
rounded by a nimbus of joy and gladness." 

As Akaza's lips lightly brushed her glowing cheek, 
Yermah perceived that his vision was turned inward 
and that he prayed silently. 

Keroecia turned toward her attendants, but with 
her own hands served Akaza curds and a gourd of 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 81 

goat's milk. She also broke the thin corn cakes and 
arranged some fruit temptingly near him. Akaza 
opened an oblong comb of wild honey and laid the 
ripe figs around it. As he poured thick, yellow 
cream over them, he murmured: 

"As it was written! As it was written! " 

Concerned for him, Yermah touched him on the 
shoulder. 

" Is it not well? " he asked eagerly. 

When the elder man saw the glow of happiness on 
the questioning face, he involuntarily groaned; but 
he answered steadily: 

" From the beginning all things are ordered well." 
******* 

The evening shadows grew apace; but before 
darkness came on, Keroecia prepared the pipes, 
which were to be lighted as an offering to fire. 

Igniting the first one, a fragile porcelain bowl with 
an amber mouthpiece, she first drew three puffs out 
of the pipe, and then emptied the ashes on a platter 
of beaten silver. Dexterously replenishing the to 
bacco and substituting an ivory mouthpiece, she 
passed it to Yermah. He followed her example, and 
replacing the ivory with tortoise-shell, handed the 
pipe to Akaza. 

The priestesses and the remainder of the company 
did likewise, always substituting one stick for an 
other until all had smoked and each had a souvenir 
which was believed to bring good luck. The ashes 
were placed in the urn with the rose ashes collected 
from the ark and the great Monbas festival was 
over. 

Keroecia was not a Monbas. Her people were 
known to the Atlantians as lans ; to the Persians, they 



82 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

were Scythians; to the Medes, they were known as 
Suani; to the early Europeans, they were Visigoths, 
alternately feared and admired; while by later gen 
erations, they were called Circassians. 

Theirs was the Vinland of the Norsemen and their 
empire extended over a large part of ancient Persia. 
They were old in civilization, before Nineveh and 
Babylon. Theirs was the land of Phrasus, where 
the Argonauts sailed after the siege of Troy. At 
that time, they had outlying colonies along the Sibe 
rian and extreme northwestern coast of America. 
The Aleutian group of islands was then an unbroken 
chain, with a climate as mild as any portion of the 
temperate zone. 

Keroecia, a pure-blooded Aryan, was the crown 
princess of the reigning house of Ian, and it was 
after her abduction that the famous fortification 
named by the Greeks, " Gates of Caucasus," was 
built in the Darien Pass of the Causasus Mountains 
leading out from Tiflis. 

From the beginning of history, patriotism and 
beauty have been accredited these people. Mithri- 
dates and Schamyl are the heroes of later times. 
There is a tragic pathos in the self-immolation this 
remnant of half a million souls voluntarily under 
went when they were conquered by Russia. After 
this event, they emigrated in a body and became 
Turkish exiles. 

" Speak freely, as thou wouldst to a father," said 
Akaza to Keroecia, privately, the next morning, while 
the whole company were on their way to Bridal Veil 
Falls. ; ' If our offer to arbitrate between thy people 
and Eko Tanga is displeasing to thee, consider all 
things unsaid." 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 83 

"It is a question my followers must decide for 
themselves. They need have no fear. I will never 
leave them. They stole me away when a child but I 
love them as my own." 

" Rumor has it that thy visit was compulsory 
that the Monbas brought thee here intending to 
fortify the place and then refuse to receive Eko 
Tanga." 

" This is not true. I came to perform the rite of 
renewal and purification, and shall tell the repre 
sentatives from my father that I do not desire my 
so-called freedom. He should long ago have given 
the Monbas all that he has promised them in hope 
of having me returned to him." 

"Then thou art not retained against thy wish?" 
asked Yermah, who in company with Orondo joined 
them in time to hear the last remark. 

" No, truly. The Monbas are as dependent as 
children and in no circumstances will I fail in my 
duty to them." 

" Wilt thou visit Tlamco while Eko Tanga is 
here?" 

It would have been hard to determine which of 
the men felt the greatest interest in her answer. 
Yermah, Akaza and Orondo were each a study at this 
moment. 

" My followers shall answer thy question. If 
consistent with their wishes, it will greatly please me 
to go." 

' Then we shall be honored with thy presence 
soon," said Orondo. " A feeling of delicacy re 
presses an expression of opinion. But I have knowl 
edge that they will feel more secure if thou wilt ac 
cept our protection." 



84 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

" And the same feeling would prompt me to ask 
their permission," she answered with a smile. 

" So be it. To serve loyally is the office we de 
sire." 

******* 

" This bright reflected glory pictures life," ex 
claimed Yermah, as the warm afternoon sun spanned 
the long flowing veil of the falls with a succession of 
rainbows. 

" Tell us why," asked Keroecia, and with a gesture 
of silence awaited an answer. 

The pink and pride of Tlamco was before them, 
but he was still too young a man to teach philosophy. 
He looked appealingly at Akaza. 

" Tell them why this rainbow is like the upward 
spiral compared with humanity," directed Akaza. 
Then he turned to the multitude and said : 

" Hear my pupil with patience. It is not lawful 
for youth to speak esoterically." 

Yermah flushed with pleasure and answered read 
ily: 

" Love, as the negative, or feminine, ray of Biune 
Deity is content and ever seeks to enfold. Wisdom, 
as the positive, or masculine, ray, is restless, and al 
ways in pursuit. The feminine forces in nature 
strive to encircle the atom, while the masculine at 
tempt to propel it in a straight line. From this dual 
action of spiritual potentialities is born the spiral 
the symbol of eternal progression. Man's will is 
electric, penetrating and disruptive. The will of 
woman is magnetic, attractive and formative. The 
two express the polar opposites of nature's creative 
powers." 

The sun is the center," continued the speaker, 



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THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 85 

" and around him, like a group of obedient children, 
are the seven planets of the mystical chain. Each 
orb produces innumerable types of fauna and flora, 
corresponding to the action of its own peculiar grades 
of spiritual force. Each comprises a miniature 
world of its own. But each planet contains all the 
attributes of the other six." 

" We will engrave these sayings on plates of cop 
per, write them on skins of animals, mold them on 
cylinders of clay, that they may instruct our tribes 
men," said the Monbas to each other in undertones. 

" From the spinal column and the base of the brain 
issue streams of vitalizing power, causing individuals 
to attract or repel one another. These radiating 
magnets finally assume the form of spirals, which en 
circle the earth and penetrate to its very center, and 
then expand themselves, mist-like, into beautiful rain 
bows, such as we see here." 

" In which direction do they go? " asked Keroecia. 

" They flow backward in their orbit, and gradually 
ascend spirally. The first round corresponds to the 
earth's annual orbit around the sun, and is red. Each 
convolution doubles in size as it ascends. The sec 
ond round is orange; the third, yellow; the fourth, 
green; the fifth, blue; the sixth, indigo; and the last 
is violet." 

" Haille I Haille ! " they cried. And the out 
burst was as spontaneous from one side as from the 

other. 

******* 

Kercecia held up her hand to command attention. 
" Comrades, thou knowest the mission of our 
brothers from Tlamco. What are thy wishes? " 
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86 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

inclination. We feel that she would be safe and free 
from annoyance in Tlamco," they answered. 

Keroecia smiled broadly. Turning to Yermah, 
she asked: 

" When will thy city receive me? " 

' Whenever it pleases thee to come. We will 
gladly do escort duty now." 

" That were not possible. But in a fortnight ex 
pect me." 

" Haille! Haille! " echoed again and again. 

It was fully an hour before the presents were all 
exchanged. There were exquisite articles of ivory, 
carved and chased in colors, and inlaid with metals 
and stones. Baskets of incredible fineness and 
blankets such as the Navajo Indians used to make 
were given by the Monbas. 

Cunningly wrought cups of pottery were offered to 
Keroecia by Ildiko, one being of her own make. It 
was round, and had for a handle a female head, 
which was an excellent likeness of herself. Taking 
a finely woven horsehair rope, which terminated in 
oblong onyx balls Keroecia swung one end high 
over her head, while retaining the other in her left 
hand. Facing Yermah, she entangled him com 
pletely by a dexterous turn of her wrists, despite his 
playful protest. The two balls swinging in oppo 
site directions rapidly encircled and held him as if in 
a grip of steel. 

" That, also, is a spiral movement," she ex 
claimed, mischievously. 

" And one which I have neither the desire nor the 
power to control or escape," he replied, meaningly. 

" The laws of hospitality declare the property con- 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 87 

fiscate to thee. The cord should be condemned to a 
life of hard service." 

" On the contrary, it shall have a high place in my 
affections, and shall receive state honors." 

There was that in his look and voice which sent 
the warm blood mantling to her cheek and brow. 

Akaza came forward and with a blessing slipped 
a ring on her little finger. It was set with a garnet, 
having a lion intaglio. 

" This will guard thee on thy journey, and pre 
vent evil machinations from having control over the 
matters in hand." 

What she said in return was drowned in the blare 
of trumpets and the general preparations for de 
parture. 

" May Ambra plant flowers and make thy life a 
garden spot. May the Good Spirit protect and 
bless thee and thine," was shouted after the moving 
column. 

" May the spirits of darkness never cast a shadow 
on thy pathway," came in answering echoes, as the 
trees and rocks finally hid the departing embassy. 



CHAPTER SEVEN 

KERCECIA VISITS THE ENCHANTED GARDENS 

IT was called the " Lifting of Banners " the day 
that the high-priestess, Kercecia, arrived in 
Tlamco and the anniversary was for centuries 
after, celebrated with much pomp and ceremony. 

Stout ropes of similar fiber to that in use to-day 
were stretched from the inner to the outer circle of 
obelisks. At regular intervals along these lines were 
strung bits of cotton cloth in octavos of coloring, al 
ternating square and triangular shapes with innumer 
able devices painted upon them. 

Pennants of the priesthood, of the civic federation, 
and of the innumerable clans, were everywhere afloat 
on the breeze, while laqua was a mass of Monbas 
streamers, banners and flags. All of the balsas flew 
the colors of the high-priestess, and there was a splen 
did escort pageant along the canal. 

When Kercecia approached the landing, long lines 
of citizens extended from laqua to the water's edge. 
As Yermah led the way in a state chariot, a deafen 
ing shout arose. The wheels fairly flew over the 
causeway as the thoroughbred horses galloped in 
even step under Yermah's steady hand. Keroecia 
stood beside him happy and smiling graciously. 

The chariot was of ivory and gold, resplendent 
with jewels. The hub of each wheel was a golden 
sunburst, while the twelve spokes representing the 

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THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 89 

signs of the zodiac, were outlined with appropriate 
gems and colors. This gorgeous state vehicle was 
drawn by three white horses caparisoned in creamy 
white and gold with rows of jewels and crests of 
tropic plumage held in place with long twisted ropes 
of yellow silk. A canopy of the same flaming yellow 
fabric intricately brocaded, protected the occupants 
from the sun. 

Yermah wore a white chamois tunic, rich with 
gold embroideries, his head being covered with a hel 
met of the same metal. His mantle was a gorgeous 
feather mosaic of bronze green. In addition to a 
sword, he carried a circular shield of bronze, in the 
center of which was a dragon and in the outer edge 
were seven rings. The four seasons were also 
shown. The scenes represented plowing, seed-time, 
harvest, and winter surrounded by a meander sym 
bolizing the ocean. 

Keroecia was enveloped in a mantle of ermine, 
lined with the soft gray breast of sea-gulls. On her 
head was a rainbow band of silk fastened in front by 
a jeweled aigrette. Both Keroecia and Yermah 
wore the full decoration and insignia of their rank. 
The out-riders and attendants were mounted and 
equipped as befitted their station. Even Oghi, 
chained to the back of the chariot, seemed to enjoy 
the pageant. 

The main entrance to laqua was on the south side, 
where the massive double-doors of the vestibule led 
to a terrace which was approached by broad, low 
steps. There were eight of these flights, and it re 
quired three more steps to reach the threshold which 
was of pink-veined marble. On each side of the 
rows of steps were slightly raised flat pedestals sur- 



90 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

mounted by groups of statuary of well-known At- 
lantian heroes. These burnished figures were made 
of that peculiar bronze amalgam, known only to the 
ancients, which never lost its original brilliancy, and 
being exceptionally hard was also of fine color. 

There was a colonnade of massive marble pillars 
supporting a frieze and entablature. Above this was 
a flat roof surrounded by a parapet breast-high. The 
outside walls were of marble veneer unpolished and 
laid like rubble over the thick adobe bricks. 

Once inside the vestibule, a scene of splendor 
greeted the eye. On the right, or eastern side of 
the entrance, was the rising sun-god driving his four 
horses out of the sea, the group being of flawless mar 
ble and of heroic size. The sun-burst around the 
head of the figure, the trappings of the horses, and 
the trimmings of the chariot were of virgin gold. 

On the left, or western side, the moon-goddess was 
represented as driving her horses into the sea. She 
was seated on the back of one and guiding the other 
six. This group was cut in black marble and pro 
fusely ornamented with silver. 

The square vestibule was finished in hard woods, 
richly carved and polished. Rare and choice skins 
were stretched upon the inlaid floor, and there was a 
rose-jar of fine pottery at each side of the door. 
Richly carved chairs outlined the walls, while per 
fumed lamps hung above the mantel, beneath which 
glowed a bed of live coals. Placed over the blaze, 
on a thin glass rod, was a small ball of spongy plat 
inum. The lamp was lighted and allowed to burn 
until the ball became a lurid red, after which the 
flame was extinguished, leaving the ball incandes 
cent for a long time, gently heating the perfumed 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 91 

oil and sending a delicious fragrance throughout the 
room. 

The vestibule opened into an interior court where 
a fountain played and birds of gay plumage kept up 
an incessant noise. Pet animals roamed at will. 
Seats were provided in the shady nooks and cushions 
for the tessellated floors. There was a colonnade in 
the inner court, similar in style to the outer one. The 
balcony overhead was of carved onyx surmounted by 
a veritable garden of rare plants in handsome pots, 
trellised and interlaced across the open space. A 
pyramidal fountain in an octagonal basin, placed in 
the center, was supported by eight huge bronze lions. 

On the north, adjoining Yermah's private apart 
ments, were the reception rooms and banquet-halls. 
It was into the former that Keroecia and her women 
were conducted while the men were made comfort 
able in the Hall of Ambassadors, to the west. 

Here was a wainscoting of odoriferous cedar, 
carved as intricately as a sandal-wood fan, above 
which hung richly dyed tapestries of historical im 
port, strips of silk embroidery and feather-work of 
indescribable beauty. 

On the floor of pine, scrubbed to immaculate white 
ness, lay a wonderful white carpet, bordered with 
gold and silver, in which were incrusted precious 
stones, representing many kinds of choice flowers. 
The leaves were formed of emerald, jade, aqua ma 
rine, and Amazon stones, while the buds and blos 
soms were composed of pearls, rubies and sapphires 
in the rough. The only cut and polished stones in 
the entire carpet were the diamonds, sparkling in the 
center of the blossoms, like dewdrops. 

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92 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

square-paned windows, and there were many terra 
cotta stools, ornamented in low-tone outline work, de 
tailing the mythology and folk-lore of Atlantis. 

Exquisite screens closed all entrances except the 
outside, where thick bronze slabs were fastened by 
heavy bolts and chains. Admission was sought by 
striking these plates with a mallet of inlaid bronze. 

A cloudless, moonlight sky added much to the 
fairy-like effect of the night scene. Between the ban 
ners were silken lanterns gay in coloring, shade and 
decoration, and these twinkled like spheres of many- 
colored fire. The brilliant blaze of light on the sig 
nal-towers, the innumerable rockets, showering gold, 
silver or rainbow balls in profusion, or long, forked 
arrows, made the night a memorable one. 

Setos, the inventor of pyrotechnics, outdid him 
self, and the whole population were in attendance to 
witness and enjoy the display. Not a housetop in 
Tlamco but answered the pretty code of greetings 
arranged from the battlements of laqua. By these 
means Keroecia was enabled to thank each regiment, 
guild, clan and family taking part in her triumphant 
entry early in the day. 

When the high-priestess opened her door the next 
morning, she found the passage barred by big-faced 
velvet pansies, crisp, fresh and still moist with dew. 

"To whose thoughtfulness am I debtor?" she 
asked of one of the armed guardians pacing the hall 
way before the door. 

" To Orondo. And he begs that thou wilt accept 
his escort for a visit to the gardens, at such hour as 
best suits thy pleasure and comfort." 

" It will please me to see him at once," she an 
swered. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 93 

Alcyesta, Suravia and Mineola were examining the 
rare basket filled with flowers which Yermah had 
sent with a kindly message. 

"The daffodils show his regard; the ferns, his 
sincerity; and the violets, his extreme modesty," they 
said, with giggling laughter, betraying the tension of 
nerves still animating them. They were agog with 
expectation, and when told of the projected visit to 
the peerless gardens they entered into the arrange 
ment with all the zest and abandon of curious girl 
hood. 

" From the roses on thy cheeks, I am justified in 
the inference that troops of good entities have 
guarded thy slumbers," said Orondo, when the 
women came into the vestibule where he was await 
ing them. 

" I can only hope that the same blessed oblivion 
has been thy portion," responded Keroecia. 

" Rahula, Ildiko and Alcamayn join us at the sun 
dial, presently. They are intent upon a natal ob 
servance which, by thy leave we shall witness." 

Palanquins were their mode of conveyance. 

" Alcyesta, Suravia and Mineola, look at the an 
swer to our signals of last night," exclaimed Keroecia. 
" Oh ! see the rose garlands on the obelisks, and the 
beautiful flowers everywhere I " 

As she said this, a delegation of school children 
strewed her pathway with wall-flowers. 

" Fidelity in adversity 1 How considerate and 
kind thou art ! " 

She begged to be set down and stood with her 
hands full of the blossoms, which she repeatedly car 
ried to her lips, tossing them to the children about 
her. It was an indiscriminate mass of little ones, 



94 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

augmented by a bevy of older girls, laden with 
myrrh, wheat, oats and sprigs of heliotrope. Be 
fore Keroecia realized it, her vacant chair was filled 
with flowering sage and Sweet William in bloom. 

This language of esteem and gallantry was a 
tribute from some warrior priests sent to keep order 
and to assist in escort duty. Keroecia and her com 
panions wound the flower-wreaths in their hair, 
placed clusters of the same at their throats, and in 
their girdles, and carried as many more as their hands 
could hold. 

" Haille I Haille I " spearsmen and school children 
shouted in chorus, only desisting when the garden 
gates were reached, and the party halted for a final 
exchange of courtesies. Keroecia turned to Orondo. 

" I love these kind, good-hearted people," she 
said. 

" Small wonder that they should love thee in re 
turn. The Monbas are not the only men willing to 
die for thee." The flush on his face, his earnestness 
of manner and speech, should have warned Keroecia ; 
but at that moment, she was intently examining the 
sculpture on the stone aqueduct, here emptying into 
an artificial lake. Realizing the situation, Orondo 
was quick to turn it to advantage. 

" I have a feeling of kinship with this body of 
water, since it is mine by right of plan and construc 
tion. The gardens are my special charge. We of 
Aztlan have choice of occupation, and I have sole 
command over this spot." 

' Thou art generously endowed with the sense of 
the beautiful," she returned, in appreciation. u I am 
curious to know why this curbing is not in straight, 
but in wavy lines." 



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" Because it is a meander imitating a river of spir 
itual force. The carving, also, conveys the same 

idea." 

******* 

The party had crossed the avenue leading from 
the market walls to the Temple of Neptune. The 
aqueduct surrounded the outside enclosure, and was 
built of solid sandstone and masonry, supported by 
arches of the same. The water in the canal came 
from Lake La Honda and skirted Blue Mountain. 
Where it emptied into Ohaba Lake, in the gardens, it 
made a pretty cascade over a profusion of rocks and 
water-plants. 

To the right of the market was a sun-dial, which 
was a colossal bronze figure of a full-armored war 
rior thrusting furiously at his own shadow. This 
statue, of perfect model and workmanship, was 
placed on a pivot which revolved once in every 
twenty-four hours. At the feet was a glass dial, 
whose grains of gold slipped out at stated intervals, 
one at a time, sticking fast on the quicksilver bed 
prepared for them. The warrior could only scowl 
at, and threaten the shining hours. 

When the sun at rising darted a direct shadow by 
the gnomon, or machete, in the hand of a soldier, 
and at its height, or mid-day, the figure made no 
shade, the populace adorned it with leaves and odorif 
erous herbs. Then they placed a chair made of 
choice cut-flowers on top of the helmet, saying that 
the sun appeared on his most glittering throne. 
After this, with great ostentation and rejoicings, they 
made offerings of gold, silver and precious stones. 

Among the spectators of the ceremony, were 
Keroecia and Orondo. His interest centered wholly 



96 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

in her hers, in the novel rites and the people, who 
seemed to feel honored by her presence. 

On an eminence beyond the sun-dial was the House 
of Piety, a structure having many apartments, filled 
with priests devoted to the healing art. The grounds 
between were laid out in regular squares and the 
intersecting paths were bordered with trellises sup 
porting creepers and aromatic shrubs. These 
swayed in the breeze, partially screening the view 
by a quaint tracery of floral net-work. 

Setos had been paying a visit to the House of 
Piety. On his way to the salt-water fish-ponds, lo 
cated near Temple Avenue, but further up, he was 
startled by a low, sullen growl, and a quick leap into 
a clump of bushes near him. He was unarmed, save 
for a serpentine knife in his leather belt, and this he 
instantly unsheathed and was prepared for attack. 
He had not long to wait before the blood-shot eyes 
of Oghi peered through the greenery, and he could 
hear its tail lashing on the ground as the animal pre 
pared for a spring. 

At this juncture, there was an ominous rattle of 
the chain, and, in an instant, Oghi had turned a com 
plete somersault in the air. Akaza jerked the chain 
hard enough to snap the self-clasping catch planned 
for such an emergency, and the ocelot came down 
on three legs. 

" Down, Oghi ! Down, sir ! " sternly commanded 
Akaza. This was answered by a howl of mingled 
rage and surprise, as Oghi crouched with each hair on 
back and tail erect with hostility. 

" Remain motionless, Setos ! Shouldst thou move 
I would not be responsible for the consequences," 
commanded Akaza, as he hastily twisted the chain 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 97 

around a good-sized flowering shrub. He managed 
to get the eye of the infuriated animal, and in a few 
moments the danger was over. None but a man 
absolutely master of self and conditions, could have 
quelled this beast as Akaza did. 

" Oghi, lie down ! Lie down, sir ! " 

Without the least show of resistance, the ocelot 
obeyed him. 

" What thievish mischief has that brute been do 
ing? " asked Setos, allowing anger to surplant a sick 
ening sense of fear. 

" Let us ascertain. He has broken away from his 
keeper, else he would not be here," replied Akaza. 

" Dost thou see footprints in the soft mud at the 
bottom of the tank? I am persuaded that Oghi 
made a meal of the rarest fish in the pond." Setos 
was at his favorite occupation he did so dearly 
love to exaggerate misdeeds of any kind. 

" There are feathers, too, all about here," he 
called as he ran from one rookery to another. 
" There are but four of the quetzal left in the silver 
fir. Yermah cannot be permitted to give away any 
of them. All he can do is to present these feathers 
to the high-priestess." 

Setos came back with a handful of brilliant green 
plumes, about three feet long showing rainbow tints 
in their metallic luster. There was also a portion of 
scarlet breast still dripping with blood, but that was 
all. 

" I find this luminous tree badly broken," said 
Akaza. " Oghi must have attempted to jump over 
it. He has broken the whole top off, and split the 
bole down to the roots. Disappointment awaits 
Orondo because he planned to bring our visitors here 



98 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

and show them how this tree lights up its surround 
ings at night. It were best to find out whether the 
torch-fish has been injured." 

Setos poked and raked among the pools and eddies 
of the pond, but reported the torch-fish uninjured. 
This member of the finny tribe does not use the 
torch for purposes of illumination. When meal 
time comes, it lights up to attract smaller fish. They, 
mistaking the lantern for a phosphorescent insect, 
dart at it only to find their way into a pair of capa 
cious jaws. 

The evidence was wholly circumstantial; but, it 
was decided to make an example of Oghi, so the 
ocelot was led up the main thoroughfare hobbling 
on three legs. 

As a matter of fact, Oghi had spent the entire 
morning chasing his own shadow, going into a veri 
table spasm of excitement when he saw his image 
reflected in the water. It took him long to decide 
that it was not some other animal when the image 
moved. Oghi tired himself out trying to discover 
the reason why the reflection undulated and rippled, 
when he, himself, was motionless. He flounced in 
and out of the pond so often, that he could not pos 
sibly have caught a fish. They were securely hidden 
through it all, and a huge rat did the damage found 
in the aviary. 

Poor Oghi ! His greatest fault was an abiding 
dislike to Setos, and his antipathies seemed to center 
around that one idea. This was why he snarled and 
snapped every time he came near the sun-dial. By 
some process of reasoning, the ocelot decided that the 
sun-dial was modeled after Setos. 

These repeated plunges disturbed the glass-bot- 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 99 

tomed wooden box, used to produce a beautiful op 
tical illusion in the salt water. The box was without 
cover, and so placed that the glass bottom was 
slightly below the surface. This arrangement en 
abled the observer to look steadily downward to the 
sea-floor itself. The first impression was that the 
glass possessed magical powers. Not a tree, nor a 
flower actually on the land above, but was here re 
flected in colors and forms of airiest grace. 

Orondo piloted his party to where there was a 
sheltered cocoa-palm tree. This was a very unusual 
tree, for on more than one occasion a vegetable pearl 
had been found among its branches. Such an one 
was given to Keroecia, and she was also allowed the 
choice of opals taken from the joints of bamboo 
reeds. 

" If thou art willing," said Alcamayn, " I will cut 
the seven pointed star of Jupiter in this gem at the 
polishing, and then thou wilt have an amulet against 
disease." 

" By so doing, thou wilt give great pleasure, and, 
if agreeable I desire a bracelet made of this vegetable 
ivory," she answered. 

" Why not put the pearl in the center and an opal 
on each side ? " suggested Ildiko. " Here is a perfect 
match for the one thou hast chosen. Why not have 
the sign of Jupiter cut on one and his star on the 
other? This will surely bring good fortune." 

While they were selecting the ivory and discussing 
the details of ornament, Orondo busied himself with 
a tiny filigree silver cage containing a couple of giant 
fire-flies. 

"Am I in an enchanted garden?" laughingly in 
quired Keroecia when she was tolled off to a shady 



100 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

nook to inspect these wonderful insects. Orondo 
covered the cage with a black cloth, and instantly a 
ruddy glow proceeded from two glandular spots be 
tween the eyes and under each wing of the fire-flies. 
Soon the rays changed to a golden yellow, equal to a 
candle in brightness. 

" To protect thee from genii," said Orondo, " are 
a pair of racket-tailed humming-birds. These little 
fellows are booted and spurred like regular warriors, 
and are competent to fight any size or condition of 
feather-wearer." 

The cage, rich in carving, was made of sandal- 
wood. From the pagoda-like roof hung four small 
triangular-shaped banners. 

" It were a gentle soul which planned these kind 
remembrances," murmured Keroecia, softly. 

" These come from one who has been deeply 
moved by the simplicity of thy ministrations," gal 
lantly responded Orondo. 

Keroecia unwittingly led the way toward a 
swampy-looking inclosure fenced by poison-ivy and 
climbing sumac which she did not dare touch. 

" Thou art wandering into forbidden domains," 
remonstrated Orondo, hastening to her side. " Na 
ture broods her deadliest poisons in this company. 
Here the carrot, parsnip, and celery families are un 
dergoing regeneration. In time, I shall have them 
suitable for food. That pretty lily thou art admir 
ing is the deadly hemlock; and here are the fox 
glove, the henbane, and the jimson-weed " 

" Surely I need no reminder of murderous quality 
here," rejoined Keroecia. She was gazing at a clus 
ter of aconite. " My people have used this with ter 
rible effect on themselves and on their enemies." 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 101 

She had reference to the poisoned arrows employed 
by the Monbas in their expeditions against the lans. 

A swift-footed runner, wearing state livery, ap 
proached, and prostrating himself before Keroecia, 
said: 

" Yermah, the Dorado, presents his compliments, 
and begs that the high-priestess, Keroecia, will 
grace the Hall of Embassadors with her presence. 
Ben Hu Barabe, Eko Tanga, and the Dorado await 
her there." 

" Immediate compliance is the only form grateful 
obedience takes," she answered, while a swift pallor 
overspread her countenance. " Let us go at once ! " 

A shade of disappointment came over Orondo's 
face. He had hoped to show Kercecia more of the 
beauties of this royal garden. There was something 
of the impatience of the lover and the selfishness of 
a rival in his feeling. They were passing through 
the landscape set with night-blooming plants. 

As they neared Lake Ohaba, a long, narrow body 
of water, formed artificially, there were masses of 
water-lilies anchored on the surface. Tiny air-bub 
bles and tinier mouths indicated the presence of gold 
and silver fish, darting about unmindful of the water 
fowl feeding on the banks, or sunning themselves on 
the floating gardens which dotted the miniature lake. 

Bridges, ponds, waterfalls and temples covered the 
landscape of the floating gardens, but everything was 
constructed on the smallest scale possible. The 
trees were old and gnarled, and the moss-covered 
masonry was no larger than a doll's house and 
grounds. Even the dahlias and the chrysanthemums 
were dwarfed into pigmy sizes. 

Keroecia must have felt something of Orondo's 



102 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

disappointment; for, she halted in front of the fan 
ciful pavilion facing these movable wonders and 
ordered the palanquin which was to convey her back 
to laqua. 

" I am loathe to leave the spot where Nature and 
man have wrought so well together," she said, with 
simplicity and appreciation. 

" Such pretty reluctance reconciles one to that 
obedience which sometimes tries the souls of men," 
responded Orondo, satisfied with the admiration so 
plainly reflected in her open countenance. 

As the tamanes knelt to receive their human 
freight, one of them presented Keroecia with a basket 
ornamented with beads and feathers in quaint com 
bination, and filled with ripe pomelos. The fruit 
was partially concealed by grape leaves, and was a 
simple offering to quench thirst. 

******* 

In laying out the city of Tlamco, the four points of 
the compass were designated by different colors. 
The east, from whence come revivified nature and 
springtime, was marked by green. This symbolizes 
fulfillment and perfection. It holds out the hope of 
immortality and victory, in the laurel and in the 
palm. For this reason was the emerald considered 
the happiness-bringing stone. The Aztecs, Chinese, 
and Persians attach great significance to green as all 
their uniforms and ceremonies demonstrate. 

The west was designated by white, the emblem in 
dicating integrity in the judge, humility in the sick, 
and chastity in women. In a spiritual sense it is the 
acme of all divinity. When worn as mourning 
white expresses negation of self. 

The south was red, signifying fire, and all phases 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 103 

of life on the physical plane. The red color of the 
blood has its origin in the action of the heart, which 
from time immemorial has been associated with love. 

The north was black, ever the symbol of death 
and despair. These people knew of the recurring 
Ice Age, and to them the north was typical of death, 
since all former civilization had perished from ex 
treme cold. 

The center of the city was marked yellow, in honor 
of the sun, the symbol of light and wisdom. 

The Grand Servitor was expected to wear a yellow 
or red head-covering with gold ornaments, and he 
must at all times use yellow for a parasol or canopy. 
The highest dignitaries carried green umbrellas and 
there was always a bit of green showing in the head- 
coverings. The lower officials carried red parasols 
or wore red; while the citizens wore black, or carried 
black overhead. 

Akaza was always provided with a white umbrella. 



CHAPTER EIGHT 

A COVETED SPOT AND A PRICELESS TREASURE 

THE Hall of Ambassadors at laqua was still 
the scene of an animated discussion. 
There were groups of scribes, runners 
and astrologers excitedly examining maps and charts, 
while knots of citizens gathered around the old men 
and heard from their lips the particulars. Some 
were priests, others were treasure keepers, judges and 
councilors ; but one and all were disposed to stand by 
the records. 

Patient, respectful tamanes glided noiselessly here 
and there, opening and placing some of the books on 
the tables ready for inspection, while they closed and 
carried others back to the vaulted recesses where they 
had been under lock and key since the foundation of 
Tlamco. Some of the manuscripts were on cotton 
cloth, others were of carefully prepared skins, tanned 
and dressed until soft as silk. 

For ages the Indians have known how to prepare 
superior chamois. When they tan a skin it looks 
like soft, pliant yellow velvet and has an odor pe 
culiar to itself. These qualities are imparted by 
smoking it thoroughly over a fire composed of cer 
tain herbs. Rain has no effect upon well-tanned 
Indian buck-skin. This is why an Indian moccasin 
is always as yielding as cloth, while as thick and soft 
as felt. 

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A composition of gum and silk tissue made by a 
process known to-day by the Japanese and Chinese 
was invariably used by the Monbas for the transcrip 
tion of public documents. Their books were bound 
with blocks of polished wood, and folded together, 
like a fan. These surfaces were inscribed on both 
sides so that the writing was continuous, ending where 
it began, but on the opposite side of the same square. 

Around Ben Hu Barabe, the Civil Chief of the 
Monbas, were a number of Monbas warriors in full 
coats of mail and side arms. Setos mingled freely 
with them and appeared to espouse their side of the 
controversy, while Akaza conversed in subdued 
tones with Eko Tanga, the tall, fierce-looking, but 
well-mannered emissary from the lans. Yermah 
had that freedom and grace of movement born in 
natural leaders, and there was an unconscious recog 
nition of this quality wherever he went among the 
disputants. 

A young Monbas warrior stood near him and 
leaned intently over the neatly inscribed parchment 
rolls bearing the official seal of Atlantis. The leaves 
of maguey and agave had been used in the fabrication 
of this beautiful paper. 

" These measurements and observations were 
taken shortly after the shaping of Hotara (Lone 
Mountain), and before the surrounding tumuli had 
been finished," said Yermah. 

He was seated at a round table in the center of 
the room in an entirely characteristic pose. One foot 
was drawn well back and poised on the toes, while the 
other was thrust forward but little in advance of the 
knee and leg. On his head a single band of filigree 
gold was relieved by a carbuncle of rare brilliancy 



106 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

which sparkled warm and glowing in the medallion 
center. 

The Dorado's cloth-of-gold cloak, lined with scar 
let and black brocade, was thrown carelessly back 
from his shoulders, and his thumb, which grasped 
the edge of the table to balance his body, as he leaned 
forward eagerly, was banded by a curiously wrought 
signet ring. There was masculinity and strength in 
the jewel which was the only ornament on the virile 
hand. 

" Our ancestors knew these things well," answered 
the warrior after a minute examination. 

" The city was young then. But I see no reason 
why the accuracy of this work should be questioned. 
I hope that Ben Hu Barabe may be induced to see it 
so." 

" The scale is one one-hundred-millionths, and 
shows the diameter of all the planets from Hotara. 
There has been but little variation in eccentricity of 
orbits since," declared Yermah, now busy with com 
putations, which he made by using an abacus, as the 
Chinese have always done. 

Ben Hu Barabe still studied his maps and charts. 
He was industriously making deductions from the 
highly colored picture-writing, though the cloth on 
which they were painted was yellow and musty with 
age. His calculations were from Las Papas as a 
center. In present day reckoning the radius extended 
from Clarendon Heights along the coast to Pesca- 
dero Point; then to Santa Cruz and Point Reyes. 
From these observations the first surveys were made, 
and it was from these markings that the treaties had 
been negotiated between the Monbas and the Allan- 
tians when the latter colonists first came. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 107 

" It is not easy to ascertain the date of our compu 
tations and measurements," said Ben Hu Barabe. 
" But the land in dispute is not much, at any rate. If 
Eko Tanga insists that his government has some un 
settled claim against the Monbas, I am willing that 
thou shouldst decide it," he said to Yermah. 

" The difference is considerable between the calcu 
lation of one one-hundred millionths and one of one- 
fifty millionths. And there is a variance between 
The Twins and Hotara as central points," Yermah 
replied. " In my time the place of the sun in the 
center of Tlamco has been the point of vantage. 
Computations of the diameters of the heavenly hosts 
are here accurately given." 

" From the beginning until now, the Monbas have 
reckoned all their happenings by this picture," said 
Ben Hu Barabe, his voice again showing signs of irri 
tation. " It is held in our inner hearts with pro 
found reverence, and it is a vexation of spirit to have 
it questioned. Eko Tanga has little respect for the 
traditions and pride of the mountain people." 

" The high-priestess Keroecia, will then lend us 
her counsel," said Yermah, soothingly. " She is of 
the blood of Ian, but she loves the Monbas well. 
Her serene countenance confronts us," he added has 
tily, as the crowd separated to make room for the 
high-priestess and the entire party from the gardens. 

Every woman knows that it was not the fresh air, 
only, which gave the color to Keroecia's cheek, and 
made her eyes sparkle like tiny stars as she permitted 
Yermah to conduct her to a seat beside him under the 
grand canopy. All Tlamco had a feeling of satis 
faction in the manner and the method of his escort. 
Some time elapsed before either could sufficiently 



108 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

acknowledge the applause spontaneously given; but 
when the Dorado held up his hand commanding 
silence, the stillness was absolute. 

" Comrades and friends, a difference of opinion 
exists between the emissary of Ian, Eko Tanga, and 
Ben Hu Barabe, Chief of the Monbas, as to the hered 
itary rights of each to the lands now held by the 
Azes. Before our beloved Tlamco rested among 
the seven hills, there were wise men who noted the 
ways of the sun, and his attendants, and decreed that 
thus far, and no farther should the limits extend. 
No one disputed the rights of the Monbas. They 
made The Twins their own, and no one murmured. 
Then appeared the hordes of Ian. They came 
through the trackless forest of the Aleuts, following 
the warm tide southward. The snow-peaks of Elias, 
Tacoma, and Shasta 1 pointed the way and after 
many days they came to the end of the Monbas pos 



sessions." 



Among the Monbas there was a tempestuous wave 
of displeasure against the revival of old scores and 
the ill-will was as heartily returned by Eko Tanga's 
attendants. As for principles, their faces effectually 
masked the feelings while they gave Yermah their 
undivided attention. 

" Here they found an amicable agreement between 
these brave men and the children of Atlantis," con 
tinued Yermah, conscious of the under-current of 
feeling. " It makes my heart glad to tell how the 
Azes and the Monbas have always been friends." 

" Haille I Haille ! " shouted his hearers, with 
one voice. "Haille! Haille i " 

Satisfied that the ebullition of temper had safely 
1 Modern names are preferably employed. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 109 

spent itself, the Dorado boldly stated the point in 
dispute. 

" It pleased the leaders of the Azes to erect a new 
city on the ruins of an old abandoned temple site, 
and they re-surveyed the vicinity from Mount Ho- 
tara. Like the Monbas sages, they had counsel of 
the heavenly bodies, and found the degree of proph 
ecy fulfilled in the markings. It were a wearisome 
task to hear all of the things done at that time, but 
the Monbas and the Azes feel that they were well 
done." 

Again the unspoken words reached his ears and 
the upturned faces before him beamed with satisfac 
tion. 

" The Monbas reckoned from The Twins to a 
smaller scale, but they took cognizance of the stars. 
Time has altered the bearings; but truth was in the 
beginning and must prevail in the end. Due allow 
ance was then made for the failure of agreement be 
tween the new and the old reckonings, and for the 
difference in the point of view. The treaty follow 
ing, whereby the Monbas gave eternal consent to the 
designs of the Azes, has been a source of joy to the 
Azes always." 

" And to us," assented the Monbas, with a clam 
orous noise. 

" Our friend and brother, Eko Tanga," continued 
Yermah, bowing to the lans as he spoke, " comes with 
a claim against the decision of our ancestors. He 
denies the right of the Monbas to cede land to the 
Azes, since the Monbas came under allegiance to 
Ian, after the treaty was promulgated, and before the 
solemn covenant had record. The patient skill and 
industry of Atlantis has made this a garden spot, 



110 



and the lans desire recognition of their preten- 
tions. 

" The murmurings of the Monbas have softened 
the hearts of the lans, and their king decrees that 
the Monbas shall be free from tribute and have do 
minion over the land claimed by them, provided they 
will release the princess and the high-priestess Ke- 
rcecia from bondage." 

Here the Monbas laughed derisively. Even 
Keroecia smiled. 

" It were unseemly of the Azes to interrupt their 
Servitor," said Orondo, sternly, as he sprang to his 
feet and faced his people determinedly. The re 
buke did not fail of effect. 

The undulating walls in different portions of 
Tlamco represented the gyrations of the cosmic ser 
pent, which is matter, and quaintly sets forth man's 
incomings to, and out-goings from, material life. On 
a grand scale, the three points symbolized man's re 
demption by harmonizing the three planes of exist 
ence. Religious sentiment, as well as race prejudice, 
had something to do with the hostile feeling preva 
lent in the factions. 

" Sufficient purses have been exchanged to make 
trade even, but the boundaries still lie in dispute," 
continued Yermah. 

"Will the Dorado and these people hear me?" 
asked Eko Tanga, moved to speech. 

" The safeguards of courtesy may be trusted thus 
far," quickly responded Yermah. " Apply thine ear 
faithfully that thou mayst comprehend the truth," he 
added, as he sat on a level with Keroecia. 

" A matter deserving close attention is the cor 
rection of the hazy, indistinct records by which cer- 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 111 

tain lands are ceded," declared Eko Tanga. " The 
increase in learning makes the measurements legiti 
mately subject to inquiry, and I crave assistance from 
the wise men here assembled. All Tlamco reckons 
from its center, and observes the present houses of 
the firmament for confirmation. By careful estimate, 
there is yet some favor due my master from the 
Monbas. A covenant to remain south of Elias's 
cone is all that the king desires. He is content to 
forego tribute or war service below this mountain." 

It was plain that there were voices in the multitude 
which favored the lans. It was known that the 
Monbas originally came from Ian, and loyalty to 
fatherland was a sterling virtue of the Azes. 

Setos, quick to turn an advantage to himself, came 
forward and claimed a hearing. 

" The sacred traditions of past times," he said, 
" lie deep in the hearts of the faithful, but justice de 
mands much for posterity. The future is best served 
by full recognition of Monbas independence ; they, in 
turn, must acquit themselves with honor. No man 
among the Azes desires to keep that which is not 
fairly won." 

" Dost thou dare to accuse us of unfairness ? " cried 
Ben Hu Barabe, rising hastily. 

" The lans have long discoursed against the award 
of land made by us to the Azes. Much travail of 
spirit has befallen us because of our pledges to 
thy ancestry. Fie upon thee, for an ingrate ! " he 
continued, hotly. 

Yermah and Akaza were on their feet in an in 
stant. 

" Setos had spoken without consideration," said 
Akaza, mildly. " No possible import of unfairness 



112 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

is due to either party here. The measurements are 
the only questions to consider. Now, as of old, the 
digit, the palm of the hand, the face, and the cubit 
are the only means of reckoning. The first joint 
of the finger is no longer; the middle of the palm no 
wider; the cubit from finger to elbow is the same. 
But the stars have changed their courses; even the 
zodiac has slipped its leashes. Man may profit by 
such example. Have done with this useless turmoil. 
Let the Ian have his due, and let the high-priestess 
Keroecia, loose her own bonds." 

When he ceased speaking, the silence was intense. 

" For this did I beseech thy presence," said Yer- 
mah, aside to the agitated princess. 

" We love the priestess Keroecia, and we will obey 
her," said Ben Hu Barabe, simply. 

; ' The royal father and mother of the princess 
mourn continually. They beg and implore that she 
may be the light of their declining years. All Ian 
awaits an answer; and for that country I agree to 
abide by thy decision." Eko Tanga bowed toward 
Keroecia, appealingly. 

Striving to govern her emotion, Keroecia put out a 
trembling hand to Yermah, and suffered herself to be 
led forward where she could be both seen and heard. 
She buried her face in her hands for a moment, then 
lifted it pale and stricken, but resolute. 

" My comrades and my countrymen, duty oppresses 
my heart profoundly. That I do love and honor 
these who gave me life need not be affirmed. All 
that my father demands, I hereby pledge the Monbas 
to render. For myself there is no peace apart from 
the duty I owe these children of the forest. They 
look to me for spiritual guidance, and I will not 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 113 

leave them." Her voice faltered, and she seemed 
ready to faint. 

In the interim of silence, Eko Tanga said: " So be 
it! So be it!" 

" Tell my beloved father that I can best serve him 
here; and that as proof of my devotion, I pledge 
my people to lasting peace. Hast thou the treaty in 
readiness? " 

She made no pretense of reading its provisions, 
but turned to Ben Hu Barabe, and said authorita 
tively : " Sign 1" 

He readily affixed his signature. Eko Tanga fol 
lowed, and then Yermah made use of the high-set 
signet on his thumb. 

And this was the beginning of the end. 




IT was fully ten o'clock before Keroecia, attended 
entirely by women, finally made her appearance. 
She drove a splendid team of woodland caribou, 
harnessed to her traveling cart now made gay with 
bunting and flowers. There were tiny nosegays tied 
to the palmated antlers sweeping back over the long, 
shaggy bodies. The ribbons were threaded from 
one wide expanse to its fellow on the opposite side, 
and even to the bez-tynes coming down between the 
eyes and spreading protectingly over the elongated 
beak-like nose. 

The snap and click of the spreading false hoofs of 
the caribou announced the advent of the party. 
Rahula and Ildiko stood on each side of Keroecia, 
while Alcyesta, Suravia and Mineola balanced them 
selves by placing their hands on the shoulders in front 
of them. 

Matu, Saphis and Phoda, the three caribou, were 
a perfect match in color, size and gait. The animals 
stood over three feet high with very wide and many 
tyned, spreading antlers. Matu, who was driven in 
the lead had a short shaggy mane of grayish white 
which lightened his reddish-brown coat, his four feet 
being evenly marked by the same white band. The 
strong necks, knee-joints and short muscular legs were 
built for strength and these roadsters handily trotted 

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THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 115 

past the barking dogs in the streets and on the high 
ways. Their big eyes had nothing of the gazelle 
quality in them, but were alert, and the short lily-cup 
ear heard acutely, while the sense of smell was their 
finest quality. 

If it were possible to imagine hilarity in a counte 
nance so long drawn out and preternaturally grave, it 
may be said that these sagacious animals enjoyed 
showing their heels too, and dusting everything en 
countered on the road. Or, it may have been that 
they were envious of the burros with their bulging 
sides, dodging out of their way as they flew by. 

A word and a sudden checking of the reins fastened 
to the nose, brought the team to a stand-still in front 
of a basketry. Here the party alighted and Keroecia 
caressed her roadsters, giving each one a cake of salt, 
and scratching its nose affectionately. They mani 
fested pleasure in their own special fashion, and suf 
fered themselves to be coaxed away by a bundle of 
dry moss. 

Inside the building were girls assorting thick pack 
ages of willow wands, and long stemmed, wiry 
grasses as well as splits of palms. 

Keroecia's eyes lit up as she recognized some of 
her favorite weaves. Bending over a young girl she 
took the work from her hands and began explaining 
an intricate decoration. 

" Fifteen stitches to the digit is not fine enough 
for this acorn pattern, twenty-eight will serve thee 
better. Where the point of the acorn cuts off 
here, a bottom must be put in to give it standing 
power." 

When the coil was properly started in stitch and 
pattern, she picked up a handful of grass soaking in a 



116 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

shallow basket basin near by, and dexterously 
fashioned a tiny acorn, perfect in color and shape. 

" Use this for a handle on the acorn cup suitable 
to cover this basket," she said. 

To the delighted exclamations of thanks, she re 
plied: 

" May a good husband and sweet children grace 
thy home and bless thee with loving kindness." 

The shamaness of the basket guild withdrew from 
a coil she had been weaving a priceless heirloom, 
inherited from her great-great-grandmother. This 
proved to be a long needle made from the wing-bone 
of a hawk and was believed to be an amulet of good 
luck. 

" Will the high-priestess honor and make me happy 
by accepting this little token? She who uses it will 
have the blessing of the whole guild." 

Keroecia took the polished implement, and 
motioned one of her tamanes to approach. From 
his hands she received a parcel so delicate and pre 
cious that it was protected by a basket-covering of 
unique design. When she disclosed the contents 
there was an involuntary exclamation of " A h 
! " from all the curious weavers cognizant of it. 

" Will the shamaness make me happy by accepting 
this example of my handicraft? I have worked on it 
three years," she said. 

The gift was a fancy basket covered entirely with 
red-headed woodpeckers' scalps, among which were 
placed at intervals many hanging loops of tiny ir 
idescent shells. Around the rim was an upright row 
of black quails' top-knots, nodding gayly. 

Presently, a representative of the guild brought 
forward a dice-table top made in anticipation of this 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 117 

visit. It was a round, flat tray, ornamented with 
dark-brown water lines on a cream-white ground. 
With it were eight acorn-shaped dice, inlaid with 
abalone shell and some richly carved ivory sticks 
with which to keep tally. The acorn shells had first 
been filled with pitch, and when hardened cleverly 
inlaid with abalone. Cradle and burden baskets used 
for storing grain differed in no wise from the weaves 
of the Monbas. 

Row after row of every imaginable stitch and 
material filled the roomy building. Keroecia was re 
spectful in her attention to the workers but she for 
bore a longer interruption of the general trend of 
the work. 

Into the pueblo, set apart for the pottery, one 
might with profit follow, or linger over the looms of 
the rug and blanket weavers, as Keroecia did. But 
it is fair to suppose that modern eyes are familiar 
with the striking peculiarities of the Daghestan rugs 
and Navajo blankets, the stitches of one being 
familiar to the descendants of Keroecia's forebears, 
while the Navajo Indians have preserved the secret 
of the other. One is characteristic of native Orien 
tal invention, the other of native American. 

" There is need of haste in returning," admonished 
Rahula, as the women climbed back into the car and 
started cityward. " We are due at the marketplace 



now. 




Content thyself. The caribou is an excellent 
traveler," was Keroecia's assurance, as she gathered 
up the reins and shook the many stranded whip over 
the horns of her team. They started forward with 
the easy stride common to the elk family, and were 
not long in clearing a passage way through the 



118 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

tamanes, trotting along the road carrying huge, well- 
filled baskets, one on each end of a pole slung across 
the shoulder. Mingling with them were burros so 
well burdened that nothing but their noses, tails 
and forefeet were visible. 

The social corner-stone of Tlamco was not the 
family but the clan. Husband and wife must belong 
to different gentes, and the children claimed descent 
from the mother. The spheres of the sexes were 
clearly defined but manfully, the wife being the com 
plete owner of the house and all it contained. If a 
mother, she was not required to perform other than 
household duties. Slovenliness was severely pun 
ished in both sexes, and so was idleness. 

At no time was the life of the ordinary woman of 
greater hardship than is that of the wife of a poor 
man in any enlightened or so-called Christian country 
to-day. Should her husband ill-treat her, a woman 
of this civilization could permanently evict him from 
the home. The husband owned the crops until they 
were housed, and then the wife had an equal voice 
in their distribution. The live stock was his; but 
there was an unwritten code which forbade his dis 
posing of it without consulting his wife. 

For these reasons, certain of the afternoon hours of 
each day were set apart, in the market, by the guilds, 
for the reception of the women. They came in two 
sections, and took turns, so that each guild received a 
weekly visit. It was to head a procession of this 
kind, visiting the bazaars devoted to Monbas handi 
work, that Keroecia and her attendants hurried 
through the streets. 

" See the crowds of children, the priestesses and 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 119 

the women," said Keroecia, as they whirled through 
a circular gateway leading to the bazaar. 

" They are waiting for us," exclaimed Ildiko, with 
a glow of satisfaction and self-importance. " Setos, 
the wise and kind father, forgive our being tardy," 
she continued; " we were detained on such loving pre 
texts as befits the exalted regard felt for our guests." 
She gave her hand to Alcamayn and bounded 
lightly to the ground. 

" Shame oppresses me sorely for having kept thee 
waiting," said Keroecia, as she suffered Orondo to 
assist her. 

" Thy dalliance was slight," he answered gal 
lantly, " and our first concern is for thy pleasure." 

" Let us go at once," they all said. 

Each one picked up a basket of flowers and fol 
lowed Keroecia and Orondo. 

It was a pretty sight. The women and children 
filled every nook and corner of the booths with 
flowers while the priestesses swung incense up and 
down the aisles and over the commodities. The men 
paid their guests compliments, plied them with 
sweet-meats and were as courteous and considerate 
as the occasion demanded. 

Fathers took occasion to have a little visit with 
their children; husbands and wives consulted their 
mutual interests; while lovers contrived to exchange 
much of the small coin of affection, openly, inno 
cently and with obvious encouragement. 

Mingling freely with the crowd, were the vestal 
virgins, themselves trained by Priestesses of the Sun, 
in charge of the boys and girls under the age of 
twelve. These eager little bodies were allowed to 



120 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

satisfy their curiosity. The vestals tried to explain 
everything coming under their observation, so that 
the visit was an object lesson as well as a half-holi 
day. 

Groups of older boys came attended by warrior- 
priests, who trained them in the art of warfare, after 
which they were apprenticed to the various guilds, 
and taught to be skilled in some branch of industry. 
In many cases, an elder brother or other relative was 
serving an apprenticeship while a younger boy was 
still studying warfare. Then, there was a pardon 
able display of skill and knowledge by the elder, 
which did not fail to spur the ambition of the younger. 

Both sexes were allowed to study picture writing, 
music or oratory, and there was much friendly 
rivalry among them. 

The guild awards were always those most hotly 
contested. In this category were prizes for cooking, 
weaving, basketry, pottery and the care of the sick, 
which was the prerogative of the women, while all 
the industries gave encouragement to the apprentice 
boys in their charge. 



CHAPTER TEN 

THE FORTUNE THAT WAS TOLD WITH TAROT CARDS 

SETOS, the Dogberry of Tlamco, lived in a 
pretentious square house where the disused 
Laurel Hill Cemetery is now located. The 
house was gay in stucco ornament and artistic color 
ing. The surrounding grounds were extensive, and 
the rambling enclosure was altogether the most 
elaborate private establishment in the city. 

Quick, active, energetic and scientific, Setos had, 
also, the cunning of a schemer and the ambition of 
a dictator. In stature, he was short and pudgy, with 
a round, fat body and with disproportionately small 
extremities. He made many gestures with his arms 
and carried his straight stiff thumbs downward. His 
finger-nails were narrow, indicating obstinacy and 
conceit, while his thick and stubby fingers showed 
that he was cruel and selfish. Setos's eyes were 
small and gray. 

In addition to long ham-like ears was a nose which 
was a cross between a hook and a beak. The thin 
lips and square jaws completed a countenance which 
reflected a bold and uncertain temper. The man 
had a nervous habit of clasping his coarse, fat hands, 
especially when excited or over-anxious. Withal, he 
was inordinately vain, not of his good looks certainly, 
but of his achievements and, his godliness. 



IftS YERMAH, THE DORADO 

Akaza had a way of looking straight through 
Setos's mean, shabby nature which mightily irritated 
this entirely self-satisfied man. Setos always im 
agined that he was being put upon in the civic 
councils, and he was determined that the visitors 
should imbibe something of his greatness at the 
fountain-head. 

It did not require much diplomacy nor persuasion 
to induce Keroecia to pay Ildiko a visit before leav 
ing Tlamco. 

" When Eko Tanga says farewell, to-morrow," 
Setos said to her, " it will save thee embarrassment 
to spend the remaining days with Ildiko. It would 
not be politic to take thy leave at the same time, be 
cause of the ill-concealed distrust between the Monbas 
and Eko Tanga. Shouldst thou go immediately 
after, it would be discourteous to the government of 
Ian. Let me urge thee strongly to continue here 
for a time." 

" Give me leave to add my prayer to thine, father," 
said Ildiko, quick to see the importance of the move 
to herself. With Keroecia as her guest, she would 
have the eyes of the whole city on her for a time. 
" Rahula do persuade our friends to make us happy," 
she concluded with a pretty, affected lisp. 

" I am wholly in thy hands," responded Keroecia. 
" Thy request lines with my desires. I am weary of 
public function. Besides, I am enslaved by curiosity 
concerning thy mode of living. Thou art not of the 
Azes." 

" Rightly spoken," said Ildiko. " Thou art justi 
fied in seeking to know the domestic habits of 
Tlamco. It is not granted me to read signs like 
Rahula, but I can see the drift already." 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 123 

There was nothing malicious in Ildiko. Keroecia 
colored quickly, but made no reply. 

" Who knows but that I had ulterior motives in 
asking the fair lady to remain with us? " said Setos, 
pompously. " I hope for a son-in-law, some day, 
and Ben Hu Barabe is entirely to my liking." 

Ildiko, frivolous and vain, never doubted that she 
had made an impression in that quarter. A keen 
eye would have detected the sudden pallor of Al- 
cyesta and the protective movement of Keroecia. 
Self-centered Setos did not look at Rahula; there 
fore, he did not see the swift, half-fearful glance 
she gave Alcamayn, nor did he note the suppressed 
excitement of Orondo. 

Keroecia understood that the official character of 
her visit was at an end, and she experienced a feel 
ing of relief. Setos anticipated this. He knew that 
the commercial benefits to be derived from a closer 
association of the two people were yet unrealized, 
and he did not intend to lose an opportunity to 
profit by the situation. 

Will it jar on the sensibilities to discover that Setos 
took advantage of, and swindled the Monbas in 
every transaction following? He did this in order 
to make a reputation for zeal and shrewdness among 
his fellow council-men. 

It was Friday, the day of the bath, and not long 
before the time appointed for the departure of the 
high-priestess. Ildiko, Alcyesta, Mineola and 
Keroecia were taking a siesta while deft-fingered maids 
brushed the hair spread out over their shoulders to 
dry after hammam and massage. They were seated 
on cushions piled on the still heated flagging, near 
the play of a perfumed spray. Their finger tips, 



YERMAH, THE DORADO 



nails and palms had been beautified, and the flat-iron 
shaped pumice-stone rubber had been industriously 
applied to the bottom of the feet, until each one was 
as soft and pliant as a baby's untried sole. Long 
loose-fitting robes tied at the waist with striped silk, 
were the only garments worn. 

The bathers regaled themselves with an ice-cream 
water-melon, which had been buried in an artificial 
snow-bank since early morning. Setos knew how to 
manufacture ice, but he preferred to follow the 
custom, long prevalent in Tlamco, of packing the 
snow in winter and bringing it down from the moun 
tains as needed for daily use. A water jar made of 
porous clay, and completely covered by a fine growth 
of timothy grass had been filled with mead and hung 
in a window where a draught of air played upon it. 
The Azes believed that a turquoise prevented con 
tagion, and that an emerald had the quality to purify 
water; so, the patera drinking-cups of silver pro 
vided were ornamented with them. 

" It nears the fourth hour since we commenced our 
bath," commented Keroecia, helping herself to a 
drink from the ewer. " We have talked about 
everything I know. Now, what shall we do? " 

The daintily carved orange-wood spoon in the hand 
of each listener was hastily returned to the yellow 
flesh of the melon, freckled with black seeds, and 
three pairs of eager eyes focused on the speaker. 

" I will tell thee what I should like to do," cried 
Ildiko. " I should like to talk about love. I intend 
to marry within a year." 

"O h, dost thou?" they all exclaimed, in a 
breath. " Hast thou decreed who shall be party to 
this resolve? " 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 125 

" Yes and no. In Atlantis, the parents often 
select a husband or wife for their children. But one 
is not compelled to accept their choice," she an 
swered. 

"Has a selection been made for thee?" queried 
Alcyesta. 

" Yes. My father and Rahula have partly agreed 
that I am to marry Alcamayn." 

" Oh ! Ho 1 " was all that could be distinguished, 
as the wooden plates were quickly set aside, and a 
general readjustment of cushions closed in around 
Ildiko. 

" I am not sure that I am pleased," that young lady 
went on to say. " I would rather select my hus 
band myself." 

" No one of our tribe can do that, except our 
high-priestess," rejoined Alcyesta. " Does thy re 
ligion allow thy priestess such liberty?" 

" Truly not. Our priestesses may marry if some 
one asks them, but they cannot help themselves. Oh, 
that I were a Monbas high-priestess ! " 

" What wouldst thou do? " asked Keroecia, with a 
smile, while Alcyesta did not seem to breathe. 

" I would propose to thy Chancellor, Ben Hu 
Barabe," she averred. 

" Ben Hu Barabe is already betrothed," replied 
Keroecia. " He will espouse my beloved Alcyesta, 
when we return home." 

" How fortunate thou art ! " said Ildiko to Al 
cyesta, but slightly abashed. " I can always marry 
Alcamayn. I should be puzzled to know what 
to do in thy case," she continued, addressing Ker 
oecia. 

" I fail to see why," answered the priestess. 



126 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

" There is more than one among the Azes and 
Atlantians who would speak if he dared." 

Keroecia blushed and looked confused. Alcyesta 
and Mineola asked in a breath: 

"Who are they?" 

" Use thine eyes and find out," replied Ildiko. 
" We have only one marking of the sun-dial for 
beauty sleep. Then we must array ourselves be 
comingly for the sake of Orondo, Alcamayn, Hana- 
busa and Ben Hu Barabe who arrive at the dinner 
hour." 

The high-priestess had arisen in the meantime. 

" Not a wink of sleep to put a little rose in thy 
cheeks and add diamond sparkles to thine eyes?" 
chattered Ildiko. 

" Not this time," declared Keroecia. " I must 
away at once as I have promised early audience to 
one of our friends." 

" May the assurances he brings thee be good and 
comforting," murmured Ildiko, already half-asleep. 

" May the Lord of the Lapse of Time enfold thee 
completely," answered Keroecia, with a careless nod, 
as she passed out of the chamber. 

Orondo usually stood with his right foot forward, 
as if on guard, his broad, powerful shoulders thrown 
back, and his chest well out. In civilian's dress, he 
wore an agate-headed serpent of scarlet leather 
around his head. On his neck was a gorget of 
leather set with gold bosses, from which hung a long, 
black cloak, bordered with fur. He had on a 
short apron-like skirt of leather, with a triple row of 
gold bosses around the bottom, and edged with a 
heavy leather fringe. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 127 

Wrinkled leather buckskins and gold-bossed 
sandals completed his costume. 

Wearing no beard, his straight black hair fell 
well down over his shoulders. He was a patient, 
faithful worker, self-reliant, reserved, proud, firm in 
friendship, but an unrelenting foe. Slow to anger, 
he was like a bull when aroused. . 

Orondo's voice in speech and song was mellow and 
agreeable. A countenance that glowed with anima 
tion, added much to his dauntless appearance. It 
was not like him to parley or waste time in useless 
subterfuge; but whatever he attempted he went 
straight about. So, desiring to consult Yermah, he 
marched into his presence without any preliminaries. 

Noting his perturbed manner, the Dorado laid 
down a brush-pen he was using, and said: 

" Something has interrupted the even tenor of thy 
well-ordered life, Orondo. Can I serve thee?" 

There were curious white and red lines on the 
swarthy face, and the features looked pinched and 
drawn. He was exceedingly quiet, but there was an 
unusual brilliancy in the piercing black eyes. 

" I have come to ask thy advice and blessing in a 
matter of great import to me," he finally answered. 
" The point of superior years counts but little be 
tween us; but thou art my chief, and I love thee 
well." 

" Of that I am fully assured. My blessing and 
good wishes thou hast only to command. Give me 
to see the matter lying deep in thy heart, that I may 
judge for thee," replied Yermah, fully aware that a 
crisis of some kind was at hand. 

" Duty demands that I render strict obedience to 
my superiors, of whom thou art one, and the com- 



128 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

mand is that I shall take a wife from the native 
women of this country." 

" I had feared from the ominous import of thy 
manner that some dark deed touching the honor of 
the state oppressed thy knowledge," quickly re 
sponded Yermah, a feeling of relief giving place to 
his uncomfortable apprehension. " This is a more 
simple matter." 

" Not without thy consent. My heart rebels at 
the thought of a wife among the Azes," answered 
Orondo, gravely. 

"Then why mis-use desire? There is time 
enough. Thou hast fewer years than I. Let thy 
better parts speak, then come to me," said Yermah, 
rising. 

" This situation confronts me," said Orondo, with 
agitation. 

" Unmask thy feeling. I am not fully in confi 
dence. Thou bemoanest the mandate to wed a 
native, yet affirm thy inner soul bespeaks its mate," 
replied Yermah, shaking his head and looking per 
plexed. 

" She whom I adore is the high-priestess of the 
Monbas," said Orondo, scarcely above a whisper. 

Yermah dropped into his seat as if he had been 
shot, and put his hands before his face as if to ward 
off a blow. Orondo, too much wrought up to detect 
feeling in another, asked eagerly: 

" Thou wilt grant me permission to woo her, and if 
I win, wilt bless our union? " 

" My vow to the Brotherhood forbids any other 
course. Go, go now, with my blessing, Orondo," 
Yermah managed to say. 

" May the Master of the Radiance shower thee 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 129 

richly," murmured his auditor, as he stumblingly 
found his way out. 

Yermah sat like a man stunned. For the first time 
in his life he drank deeply and long at the fountain 
of pain. 

Orondo walked like one in a dream. He was in an 
exalted frame of mind, and seemed to be carried on 
the wings of the wind toward the house occupied by 
Rahula. He had won his first victory. He had per 
mission from his civil chief. Now he would consult 
the unseen forces ; then, he would learn his fate from 
the lips of his beloved. Hope was holding high 
carnival, and singing a merry tune in his ear, as he 
approached the door of the " Divination Room," in 
the center of the square building. 

" An humble applicant stands at thy door, Rahula," 
called Orondo; " one who begs that thou wilt open 
to him the secrets of his destiny." 

" Upon what pretext dost thou invoke aid of the 
unseen powers? " demanded Rahula, the reader of the 
tarot cards, from behind a heavy tapestry curtain. 
" If of trivial import, begone at once ! I will not 
hear thee." 

" Life and love are the subjects of my longing," 
he answered. " And so urgent is my mission, I 
would fain discharge any obligation imposed upon 
me." 

Suddenly the heavy bronze bolts in the door flew 
apart. There was a sliding, grinding sound as the 
entrance was cleared, and he was across the threshold 
of the most noted and able professional fortune and 
story teller of that day. 

" Welcome, Orondo. Neither pitch nor accent be 
trayed thee. The triplicity of mind, heart, and 



130 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

bodily function are wholly at thy service," said 
Rahula, coming forward and placing both hands on 
the upper arms of her visitor, while she lightly 
brushed his forehead with her lips. He in turn 
kissed the back and palm of her left hand, thus ap 
pealing directly to her intuitional powers. 

A pair of bull-headed and eagle-winged sphinxes 
guarded the north and south side of the square- 
topped golden tripod, which was supported by twigs 
of madrona wood, tipped with gold. This conse 
crated table occupied the middle of the room ; and in 
the mouths of the sphinxes were hooks from which 
were hung perfumed, jeweled lamps. 

In the center of the tripod was a round disk com 
posed of various metals radiating in stripes. On the 
outer edge of the rim were twenty-four hieroglyphs 
of magic, at equal distances from each other. A 
tiled floor liberally spread with rugs and skins, com 
pleted the furnishings, save a duplicate stool of black 
under-glaze with a meander in white around it, which 
served as a seat for Rahula on the opposite side. 
The ceiling showed twelve radiations in the folds of 
colored silk, which started from the central canopy 
and ended in a frieze of twenty-four enlarged hiero 
glyphs, interlaced in a dragonesque meander. Pom- 
peiian-red tapestries hung on the walls, relieved by 
wise sayings painted on banners of silk tissue, which 
were placed at intervals in perpendicular strips. 

Rahula's ample, flowing robes were of purple silk, 
with a circlet of jet on her head, and a girdle of the 
same at her waist. Around her neck was a filigree 
gold and silver collarette fitting close to the skin. 
From a recess in the wall opposite the door Rahula 
brought forth the figure of a youth, a young calf, 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 131 

a lion, an eagle, a dragon, and a dove. These were 
of Atlantian workmanship, in pure gold and silver, 
curiously blended, the feathers, hair, clothes and 
scales being of silver, while the bodies were of gold. 

She placed these on the floor on either side of her 
seat, saying: 

" Should thy quest of knowledge pertain to a wife, 
we must consult the dove," holding the figure in her 
hand as she spoke. 

Orondo bowed. She placed the dove in between 
the sphinxes, and continued: 

" If children crown thy life, the youth must be 
their champion. Shall we consult him?" 

Again Orondo nodded, and the statuette was 
ranged beside the dove. 

" The lion has power and authority in his keeping. 
This emblem I shall choose for thee." Saying which 
she stood it in the same row. 

" By the dragon thou shalt know thy length of 
days. Does the outlook satisfy thy desire?" 

" Proceed, Rahula, and mayst thou be led by the 
guardian of the circuit." 

The sibyl stood facing Orondo, while balancing a 
plain gold ring tied with a thread of flax over the 
ball of her left thumb. As soon as the string was 
straight, she exclaimed : 

" I cry unto Thee who makest time run, and liest 
in all the mysteries. Hear thy servant ! " 

Slowly the ring began to describe a tiny circle. 
Then it swung farther and farther toward Orondo, 
until it was opposite. 

" Propound thy question, but silently," said 
Rahula, watching the ring, intently. 

As if moved by some hidden power, the undula- 



132 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

ting ring answered his thoughts. The same increase 
in vibration as before, finally brought the ring in con 
tact with the raised rim sufficiently to make it tinkle 
like a fairy bell. 

"Aila Kar!" chanted Rahula. "Affirm it a 
third time. One-two-three ! " and the ring once more 
hung motionless over the center of the magic plate. 

" Thou standest faint-hearted at the Temple of 
Love newly erected in thy heart, Orondo," declared 
Rahula, with a searching glance. 

" Yes. And I fain would know if I may enter," 
said he simply. 

" The tarot gives us wisdom here," was her re 
ply, as she returned to the recess, and brought a 
sandal-wood box filled with small ivory cards. 
When she drew off the sliding lid, there were three 
packages, two of which she placed in a flattened disk- 
shaped basket of fine weave, which divided in two. 
Each side was furnished with a ring for a handle, 
and when she had unwound the linen coverings of 
the cards, she closed it. 

" Hold the two rings firmly and shake the basket 
well," she directed her visitor. 

The third package contained the twenty-two keys 
of Divine Wisdom, and these Rahula shuffled 
thoroughly, keeping a square of fine linen over her 
hands in the process. 

At the four cardinal points outside the metal disk 
in the center of the table were : on the north, a square 
of inlaid topazes; on the east, a similar setting of 
emeralds; on the south, a duplicate of sapphires; 
while on the west was a square of rubies. From each 
of these was a trine numbered for the yellow, on 
the yellow disks, 2, 7, 12; on the green, on disks of 



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green, 3, 8, 9; for the blue, on blue circles, 5, 4, 10; 
for the red, on red disks, i, 6, n. These trines 
were so interlaced that the rows of numerals made 
an outside circle, corresponding to the signs of the 
zodiac. 

" Lay the basket on the metal disk," commanded 
Rahula. " Then I will open the book of fate for 
thee." Orondo did as he was bidden. Rahula 
emptied the ivories into her lap, and quickly ar 
ranged the cards in order, face upward, without 
changing their relative positions. When she had 
taken out the four aces (one representing a blossom 
ing rod the modern clubs; the second, a royal 
chalice the modern diamonds; the third, a sword 
piercing a crown ace of swords ; and a circle in 
closing a lotus-flower the ace of cups), she handed 
them to Orondo, and told him to shuffle them well. 

" The astral key to arcane knowledge is in thy 
hands. As thou valuest happiness, let no unclean 
thought steal in and pollute the fountain-head," 
solemnly warned the reader of magic, as she invoked 
the genii of the day and hour. 

The signs by which Orondo sought to divine the 
future, are found to-day in the scepter of Osiris, long 
the prerogative of kings and emperors. The pontif 
ical staff, the eucharistic chalice, the cross and Divine 
Host, the patera cup containing the manna, and the 
dish of offerings were borrowed from the four aces 
of the ancient tarot and its central disk. These cards 
were never used for games of chance or for amuse 
ment but always for purposes of divination, and they 
were held sacred. 

" Now place the ace of diamonds -. > the royal 



134 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

chalice of life on the ruby square, which corre 
sponds to the principle of motion, action, and will," 
directed Rahula. " The blossoming rod of the ace 
of clubs place on the topaz square, which is the trine 
of power, influence and right. Then cover the 
emerald square with the ace of cups, the trine of love, 
service and favor. Lastly, cover the sapphires with 
the ace of swords, which pierces the crown of physical 
being, the trine of evil, malice and death." 

When the four squares were covered, she con 
tinued : 

"This forms the quaternary of Life, Power, Love 
and Affection. Before I place the cards on these 
trines, tell me what color best pleases thee." 

" I am fond of red and blue, also," returned 
Orondo. 

" Then thou art materialistic and passionate on the 
one hand, and an idealist on the other. This will 
keep thee warring with self; and if the former pre 
dominates, will tend to weaken the heart-action. 
What flower dost thou hold sacred? " 

" The delicate flax-blossom is a symbol of my 
love." 

" And by this token thy ideal woman must be con 
stant in conjugal fidelity. Excess in this direction 
leads to jealousy, the very epitome of selfishness. 
But what flower dost thou love for its own sake? " 

" Myrtle, sprig and blossom, are always endeared 
to me." 

" Then thou hast the redeeming grace of brotherly 
love. Of the three animals the horse, the dog, 
the cat which dost thou like the best?" 

" The horse first, and then the dog." 

" Which tells me that thou art capable of a noble, 



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affectionate, and faithful friendship. Trial lies 
along this line. Give me leave to judge thy an 
tipathies." 

" Rats and mice offend me much." 

" Upright and fastidious," she murmured. " Nor 
does thy frank and open nature warm to spiders, nor 
thy proud spirit willingly tolerate serpents." 

" How well thou readest my inner thoughts 1 " ex 
claimed Orondo, wonderingly. " Never have these 
sentiments lent action to my tongue." 

" In dreamland what rich spoils assail thy vagrant 
will?" 

" Happiness and joy attend my sleeping ventures." 

"A sanguine temperament, normally exercised 
a personality which will die hard in the living man, 
and one which is liable to wreck the body." 

She examined both of his hands, minutely 
fingers, palms and wrists. Finally she said: 

" To three separate warnings must I give voice. 
The heart is threatened seriously as to feeling and 
action. Sudden and tempestuous jealousy assail thy 
future, and the divine spark will not be generous as to 
years. So much for thine own self. As to outside 
entities which may mingle and interweave, the tarot 
must be oracle." 

The king of cups represented him who cultivated 
affection; the king of diamonds, the custodian of 
wealth, and the proper distribution of it; the king of 
swords, the inventions and skill of the inquirer; the 
king of clubs was the significator of all manual labor. 
The queens were the wives, actual or prospective, in 
a question concerning men. They were the person 
alities of the woman herself in a feminine inquiry. 
The heralds and knaves represented religious and 



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civic power respectively, while the numbers from two 
to ten pertained to the personalities. 

Orondo watched her eagerly while she placed the 
cards, face downward on the four trines. When they 
were all in position she turned over the ace of dia 
monds, on the western cardinal point of rubies, and 
then quickly laid those on numbers i, 6, II in a 
row. Beginning with number i, she said: 

" This pertains to the present state of time thy 
life as it is at this moment. All is well from this 
point. Number 6 is exalted and grand, as the in 
dividual contacts Deity. But in number 1 1, there are 
adverse conditions I can see neither posterity nor 
extended continuation here." 

"Posterity holds nothing for me?" questioned 
Orondo, concern dominating manner and voice. 

" Not as the matter lies. But all the cards are in 
volved in the final reading. Have patience." 

She next placed the ace of clubs on the northern 
point, face upward, and arranged the cards on 
numbers 2, 7, 12 as before. Beginning with 
number 2, directly above the ace, she said: 

" This is the place of power, majesty and honor. 
In such conditions thou standest well. Thou wilt 
govern Tlamco in future days. A change of place is 
shown by the covering of number 7. Supreme rule, 
however, attends it; while in the place of 12, merit 
and acquired skill stand worthy sponsors to thy de 



sires." 



On the eastern point, directly in front of Orondo, 
she uncovered the emerald, hidden by the ace of 
clubs, and proceeded to read from number 3 the 
place of love, felicity, agreement and delight. What 



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she saw there was so adverse that she quickly turned 
over the cards, marking the place of love in service, 
reception and bounty in which she found some en 
couragement. Number 9, the place of favor, help 
and succor were in exceeding doubt. 

" What is it? " queried Orondo, impressed by her 
manner. 

" The trine of love is much assailed by disquieting 
import. So, I pray thee, give me leave to consult 
the throne of affliction at once, that the whole mat 
ter may stand revealed." 

" Thou hast my full consent," said Orondo, now 
intent and eager. 

" Swords fall on this trine of opposition, perse 
cution and punishment," exclaimed Rahula. " This 
portent quickens fear. Number 4, the place of 
mighty retribution, is not free from evil aspects. 
Treachery is thy portion in number 5, with malice at 
tendant, while number 10 gives speedy death. Be 
not wholly convinced by this," she entreated. " Suf 
fer me to assail the doors of Divine Wisdom, sub 
stituting the twenty-two keys for the cards." 

She scarcely waited for Orondo's nod of assent be 
fore she had swept the ivories into their basket, and 
was busy shuffling and placing the keys around the 
aces, still face upward. There was an intense silence 
as she hastily placed the keys on the numbers first 
face downward in trines, and then the reverse, with 
the outward circle completed first. She read from 
the outward ring toward the center. 

" Love and marriage come as thy portion, but not 
without delay and much suffering. After this, the 
body sleeps," she said in conclusion. 



138 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

The cool brisk wind felt refreshing to Orondo's 
fevered cheeks as he hurried along the streets flooded 
with afternoon sunlight. The every-day common 
places of active life about him passed unnoticed in the 
rapid whirl of his conflicting emotions. 

" Fancy claims me for her own," he thought. 
" Surely there can be no harm in obeying such sweet 
service as links me to my loved one." 

Orondo smiled softly, and as he turned into the 
broad avenue leading to laqua, his serenity was fully 
reestablished. He went to his own apartments, and 
spent much time and labor over his toilet. Finally, 
when extract and oil, brush and comb had done full 
justice, he found his way into the smoking-room, 
where he sought quiet for his nerves in the narcotic ef 
fect of a chibouk. Under its soothing influence he in 
dulged in the airiest of day-dreams. As the ap 
pointed hour drew near, he repaired to the sanctuary, 
where he knelt and humbly petitioned Divine Grace 
to attend his venture. 

******* 

" Father," said Ildiko, as she stood with Setos in 
the twilight awaiting their dinner-guests, " make no 
demand for light early to-night. Some unseemly cir 
cumstance oppresses the spirit of Keroecia. She has 
been weeping." 

" Yearning for her own may weigh her down. If 
so, we have failed to make our welcome speak to her 
heart. In this we must be more vigilant. H-s-h! 
Here she is, attended! " 

Scarcely had the women found seats when the voices 
of Hanabusa, Ben Hu Barabe and Alcamayn were 
heard responding to Setos's greetings in the broad en 
trance hall. 



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" Where is Orondo? " asked Alcamayn, as he came 
toward Keroecia. " In the street at the last marking 
of the sun I had speech with him, intent then upon 
immediate attendance here." 

Keroecia paled visibly, and replied with difficulty: 

" Orondo's presence has lately honored me. He 
begs to absent himself at dinner," she said, turning ap- 
pealingly to Setos. 

" Affairs of urgent moment must have decided 
him. His convenience and wish dictated the day 
and hour of our assemblage," rejoined Setos. " May 
there be no evil import behind this sudden change." 

" Has the Dorado been seen to-day? " asked Al 
camayn. " Twice I sought him on matters of state, 
but he was not at laqua." 

" He rowed out on the bay at an early gnomon, 
unattended," responded Hanabusa. " Many times 
I hailed him, but he was unmindful of my presence." 

" The cares of his office sat heavily on my shoul 
ders in consequence," said Setos, with a show of as 
sumed irritation. 

By judicious complaint many a vain soul betrays its 
self-importance. Glancing around the room, to see if 
he had created the desired impression, Setos suddenly 
bethought him of Ildiko's words. He bustled about 
for a few moments, and then gave escort to Keroecia 
who was glad to escape to the dining-room. 




CHAPTER ELEVEN 

A REALIZATION OF LOVE WHICH BEGGARED LAN 
GUAGE 

RONDO returned not to laqua during the 
night. He went to a favorite nook in the 
gardens, the same he had taken such pride 
in showing to Keroecia. Here he went over the 
ground again step by step, and that same pride lay 
in the dust at his feet grievously wounded. Trifles 
to which he had attached peculiar significance now 
seemed to him commonplace politeness. 

Orondo could not accuse Keroecia of playing with 
him. She had been openly and candidly indifferent. 
Her effort to shield him, her kindness, were eloquent 
of her disinterested friendship. He groaned under 
her sympathy, but he was not without capacity to 
plan a course of action. 

The first watches of the night witnessed his wres 
tle with overwhelming grief, but as the cool morn 
ing hours came on, his thoughts turned to the future. 
He looked forward eagerly to his departure from 
Tlamco, which he knew from the beginning he must 
take. Hope led him to believe that he would have a 
companion for the exile, which now he gratefully 
remembered would be a lonely one. He sat motion 
less upon the curbing which bordered the artificial 
lake near the perfume-beds, utterly oblivious to their 
refreshing odors. His thoughts were so painfully 

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centered that he noted neither the passing hours nor 
his own bodily discomfort 

Finally, habit warned him that dawn was ap 
proaching, and he mechanically roused himself. He 
knew, without conscious effort, that he must greet the 
rising sun with composure; therefore he tried to 
rally his drooping spirits. Still like one in a dream, 
he removed his cloak and helmet, then washed his 
hands and face in the clear, cool water of the lake. 
His benumbed and stiffened nether limbs protested 
painfully against his essay at walking. He heeded 
them not. Instinct led him in the direction of laqua. 

Yermah, too, had passed a sleepless night. He 
spent the day on the water, floating and drifting with 
the ebb and flow of the tide, struggling to reconcile 
himself with the conditions confronting him. At 
night he came back to laqua, but purposely avoided 
meeting Orondo. Love made him humble, and he 
did not for a moment doubt the result of Orondo's 
wooing. He knew that his countryman was a lov 
able man, and he could not find it in his heart to 
blame Keroecia for accepting him. No Orondo 
had asked his consent and blessing; he must be will 
ing to give it with all his heart. 

How stern and forbidding seemed the face of 
duty ! How hateful the precepts of honor ! Yer 
mah censured himself unsparingly. Many times as 
he paced the apartments, still clad as he came from 
the bay, he spoke his thoughts aloud. He argued 
with himself long and earnestly. 

" How beautiful, how lovely she is ! " Yermah 
exclaimed for the hundredth time. But he was sick 
with the thought that she belonged to another. He 
told himself that he would rather give her to Orondo 



142 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

than to any one else. But why should she not have 
loved him? If such affection had blessed his life, he 
would hasten his appointed task, and then claim his 
choice for a wife according to law and custom. It 
would be only a few months to wait. Now what 
difference did it make? Orondo stood in his place. 

How unsatisfactory, how paltry seemed his life 
work and aims! How completely helpless and dis 
couraged he feltl But he must face the situation 
like a man. With the rising sun Orondo would 
come with a beaming countenance to recount his hap 
piness. It would require all his fortitude to do and 
to say what was expected of him. 

Thinking thus, he drew aside the curtains and 
peered at the sky. The first mingling of pink and 
gray heralded the coming day. Performing the nec 
essary ablutions, he wrapped his cloak about him and 
left the house. He did not notice particularly the 
direction he took, walking rapidly forward, with his 
head bent in strained attention. Once inside the 
main entrance to the gardens, he halted, listening for 
footsteps ahead of him. 

For the first time he observed the dew lying on the 
bent grass in drops separate and distinct from each 
other, but thickly studding each blade and leaf. Sud 
denly on the curving pavement a few feet in front of 
him, stood Orondo, irresolute, stricken and old. He 
had not yet caught sight of Yermah, but had merely 
paused in his erratic course, without definite idea 
whether to proceed or to retreat. 

" May truth and love be with thee, Orondo," said 
the Dorado, in an unsteady tone of voice. " Mayst 
thou live by them, and by such means triumph over 
all hindrances." 



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" The goodness of this place and hour be upon 
thee," responded Orondo, still not recognizing Yer- 
mah. 

As the men looked at each other, a family of deer 
roused themselves under the shelter of a friendly 
live-oak tree standing in the sward to the right of 
the pavement. The buck stood up and shook his 
graceful, spreading horns, until the leaves overhead 
quivered in the current of air set in motion. The 
doe licked the side of one fawn, while the other 
spotted creature wrinkled up its little nose, took a 
sniff of fresh air, and clicked its hoofs together in 
the very exuberance and joy of living. 

The two heavy-hearted men. gazed at one an 
other in an embarrassed silence. Finally, Orondo 
said: 

" I have seen the priestess Keroecia." 

"And she?" Yermah finished the sentence 
with a supplicating movement and braced himself for 
the shock. 

" She she is not for me," responded Orondo, 
brokenly. 

Not to have saved his immortal soul, could Yer 
mah control the wave of emotion which swept over 
him, making him stagger like a drunken man. The 
revulsion of feeling was so strong that he put out his 
hand to steady himself, while his senses fairly reeled. 

Like a flash the truth dawned on Orondo; but he 
would have suffered his tongue cut out rather than 
acknowledge even to himself what he had seen. Pro 
found pity moved him, and under its influence he 
threw himself on his knees before the Dorado. 

" Give me leave," he cried, " to take men and 
flocks and go into the valley of the Mississippi, to 



144 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

begin mound-building. My mission in Tlamco is 
finished." 

" Stand equally with me," exclaimed Yermah, as 
sisting Orondo to rise and embracing him. " A sol 
emn covenant binds thee to that task. Consult only 
thine own pleasure and convenience." Then, after 
a pause, " I shall miss thy strong, right hand, thy 
faithful heart and welcome presence here." 

The dawn, bright from the Orient couch, had 
chased away the stars, and as Yermah spoke a golden 
ring came slowly above the horizon. The bells in 
the temples and Observatory chimed inspiringly. 
Nature was astir all about them, while the entire city 
was at devotion. With bared heads both men turned 
their pale faces toward the east. Yermah's arm lay 
affectionately on Orondo's shoulder. 

" Homage to Thee who risest above the horizon," 
said the Dorado, reverently. " I come near to Thee. 
Thou openest the gates of another day." 

"Om-ah!" responded Orondo, who continued: 
" Great Illuminator out of the golden, place thyself 
as a protector behind me. I open to thee." 

" Om-ah ! " said Yermah, as they both stretched 
out their arms and bowed three times to the now fully 
risen sun. 

* ****** 

It was the day following Orondo's visit, and 
Keroecia was disturbed, downcast and depressed. 
For the first time since her entrance to Tlamco she 
longed for the mountain fastnesses of the Monbas. 
She felt stifled. She wanted air, breath, room. A 
sense of utter loneliness was upon her. Again she 
could have cried bitter tears for Orondo. It was 
agony to her, soul to know that she had hurt him. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 145 

The surprise of it the pity of it ! The reflex ac 
tion of her hours of unalloyed pleasure was full upon 
her. 

So she stood under the moonless sky, while the 
clouds scurried overhead in a pell-mell race with the 
incoming fog. She was chilled at heart, and in 
stinctively sought a sheltered nook, where she felt she 
could be absolutely alone. 

Keroecia remained for some time motionless, 
frowning into vacancy, so preoccupied that she did 
not notice a tiny moon-shaped boat of paper zigzag 
ging its way down the narrow waterway at her feet. 
It might have passed her had not the splash of a 
pebble thrown a spray of water on her skirts. 
Glancing quickly about her, she advanced toward the 
wavering craft in time to rescue a red velvet rose 
floating loosely In a cluster of feathery ferns. 

She tucked the flower and its greenery into her 
corsage and made them fast, but not before she had 
inhaled their fragrance and noticed their beauty. 
Then she examined the neatly folded parchment. 
Across the prow was the word " Yermah." At the 
sight of his name, happiness surged through every 
avenue of sensibility like rare old wine. Kercecia's 
face was all tenderness as she pressed her lips to the 
writing. 

It was a lingering, cooing movement, such as 
women who love employ. 

Yermah had been watching her through a tapestry 
of vines, leaves and blossoms. In the interim his 
hopes ran as high as her spirits had been somber 
and low. He shook the branches of the hedge and 
stamped with his foot; but she was too much ab 
sorbed to hear him. 



146 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

At last he contrived to make her know that he 
was near. 

He had left home with the mere desire of seeing 
her, and with no intention of speaking. But when 
he saw her kiss his name, it was the eager impulse 
and bound of impassioned love which brought him 
to her side. His hungry eyes drove him there for 
sight of her. Now his hungrier heart demanded 
more. The same impulse impelling him forward 
controlled his further action. 

Keroecia made no resistance when he caught her 
in his arms, nor did she deny him when his lips 
sought hers, insistent and clinging. Each soul 
claimed its own. Each organism responded to its 
counter exhilaration. . . . Love beggared lan 
guage ... It was well. 

Neither had voice nor speech, as by common im 
pulse they drew apart and hurried away in opposite 
directions. Yermah dared not trust himself to look 
back, while Keroecia groped her way into the house 
and hid in her own room, safe from human eye. 

" Men kiss like women," she murmured naively, 
and in a surprised tone. " Their lips are the same, 
but " Then she buried her face in her hands 
while a hot blush burned its way to the roots of her 
hair. Her cheeks still tingled with the light sweep 
of mustache and beard, and she fell to wondering if 
she could see the kiss as plainly as she still felt it. 
Those dear arms! How strong and masterful their 
protecting enfoldment! . . . The perfume of 
the crushed and broken rose brought her back to 
reality. She unfastened it, and buried her mouth in 
its petals, so close that a drop of blood spread itself 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 147 

over her white teeth. Presently she wiped her lips 
with a dainty bit of linen. 

" Sealed in blood ! " she exclaimed, as she exam 
ined it. " And nothing but heart's blood can ever 
sever the bond. Oh, Yermah, my hero, my king! 
I love thee ! " 

The Dorado hurried through the streets with his 
senses in a whirl, and then entered laqua by a private 
gate. He did not pause until he threw himself on 
his knees before the statue of Orion. The soft 
light of incense-tapers and jeweled lamps revealed 
the pallor of his countenance. Too agitated to at 
tempt prayer, he nervously held his hands to his head, 
and tried to collect his thoughts to control his 
emotions. 

" Oh, truant and coward that I am ! " he ex 
claimed. " Why could I not speak the words my 
heart is bursting to tell? Will she know how sin 
cerely, how devotedly I love her? " 

He threw off his cloak, pushed his helmet on the 
floor, and wiped the perspiration from his brow. 

" What a lovely creature a woman is ! I can feel 
her soft, yielding body yet her warm breath and 
sweet lips. No wonder I could not speak! Will 
her thought accuse me? And her dear, little hands! 
I could crush them easily." 

Then, as if suspicion crossed his mind, he up 
braided himself for ungentleness. 

" Did my roughness hurt her? Did I frighten 

her by my suddenness? ... So this is love! 

. . And I not know how to express what I feel I 

Why has not Akaza taught me? ... I see 

I see no one can teach another ! I must learn 



148 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

for myself. . . . This is why the sages say it is 
like subtle poison. My blood is on fire ! I do not 
know myself my ugly self ! " he added, as he 
arose and peered at his reflection in the mirrored 
wall. 

Never before had he been dissatisfied with what 
he saw. It was his first realization of self-con 
sciousness, and he was full of the humility of a mas 
ter passion. 

" Her hair fell here over my arm," he continued, 
smiling tenderly. " I sense it yet. The perfume of it 
is sweet to my nostrils. Why did I not beg a lock 
for remembrance? " 

He paced the floor restlessly. 

" How unmanned and undone I am ! Oh, my 
Keroecia ! Thy first kiss has enslaved me ! I could 
not see the luster of thine eyes, but I could feel thy 
love. I can look into thy heart. Surely thou canst 
see that mine is filled with thy dear image . . 
I loved my mother, and Akaza, too . . . but 
this is love of another kind! ... If my mate 
should deny herself to me ! No, no, no ! I cannot 
live without her! . . . Poor Orondo! Poor 
soul ! " he cried, in accents which revealed his great 
sympathy. 

It was not until long after, that Yermah quit the 
chamber and finally sought rest. 




/ / "" "" OLD the burning feathers close under 

I 1 his nose," directed the chief shaman, 

JL JL who had been hastily summoned to 
laqua, when Orondo was found in an unconscious 
condition early the following morning after his ad 
venture with Yermah in the public gardens. " We 
will soon determine whether it is merely a fainting 
fit or of more serious import." 

The pungent and penetrating odors produced no 
effect except to cause the sufferer to turn his head 
and moan. 

" Delirium chains his physical senses," said the 
shaman, when Orondo opened his eyes without rec 
ognizing any one. 

In their own peculiar fashion, the chief and his 
two assistants examined the seven principal organs 
of the body the same that are symbolized by the 
curls of Medusa, and whose appetites must be con 
trolled before there can be health either on the phys 
ical or the mental planes. 

" Extreme heat, and a labored and painful draw 
ing in of the breath is here," said the chief, while 
one assistant carefully wrote down his words. 

It was compulsory upon healers to post in a con 
spicuous place on the temple walls to which they 
were attached the number of cures made, and by 

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150 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

what processes. Orondo being a civic leader, the 
law required that his malady should be written on 
the tablet back of the Chief Councilor's chair in the 
Temple of the Sun. 

" Pains in all the bones, and in the cords which 
give them motion," he continued. " The air-bel 
lows rise and fall one-half, and the hammer in the 
left breast moves slowly and is very weak. Lend a 
hand." 

The scribe hastily put down his parchment and 
assisted in placing Orondo in a hammock, hung in 
the full glare of the sun, in a circular, glass-sided 
room. The sick man was quickly stripped to the 
waist, and the shamans took turns in holding first a 
large red convex lens over the region of the heart 
and lungs; then an orange-colored one; and finally 
a yellow-green ray of light was concentrated over 
the heart, to stimulate its retarded action. This 
process will be recognized as the forerunner of the 
modern X-Ray. 

Then by what is now known as the Swedish 
movement, they went over the entire body, keeping 
the lenses focused on the parts being kneaded and 
rubbed. When this treatment ceased, they carried 
him back to his wall-pallet, taking care to lay his 
head to the north, thus taking advantage of the mag 
netic currents. 

A small oblong bit of copper was placed in an olla 
of snow-water. It was fastened by a silken-cord to 
a copper anklet clasped above the patient's left foot. 
Over the main artery was a small disk of copper with 
Orondo's ceal on the outside. 

" Squeeze the sponge gently, and slip it under the 
signet," directed the head physician. 



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Believing that the topaz exercised a powerful in 
fluence over an afflicted mind, the shaman rubbed a 
necklace of these stones briskly between his hands, 
and put it around Orondo's neck. For the first 
half-hour the fever increased, and then Orondo raved 
incessantly: 

"Love denies dominion in my heart I . . . 
Not for thee, Orondo! She makes no return! 
. . . A Brotherhood vow binds the soul ! . . . 
No, no, no, poor man! . . . Help him, All- 
Powerful One!" 

The chief shaman put some water into hollow glass 
vessels formed like double convex chromo-lenses, and 
hung them in the sunlight. These were labeled ac 
cording as they were yellow, blue, red, or violet-col 
ored. 

Later an attendant poured a few drops of aconite 
tincture into a blue glass bowl, and, mixing it with 
some water from the blue chromo-lens, gave Orondo 
some of it to drink. It was known that pure water 
under the chemical action of the blue rays of sun 
light was a cooling, soothing nervine, and that it 
would greatly assist the bluish herb in reducing in 
flammation and temperature. 

While Orondo slept a silver chafing-dish was 
brought into the room, and a decoction of dandelion 
was slowly simmered in water from the ambero, or 
yellow lens. The remainder of the water was mixed 
with equal parts of maguey spirits. 

Induction belongs to the dominion of inanimate 
nature, to the magnetic, or cold; while deduction is 
the ruling force of animation or heat. To assist in 
producing reaction, the magnet already referred to, 
was fastened to the body, or hot pole, and immersed 



152 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

in snow for a cold pole, in order to oxygenize the 
blood. 

During the sleeping hours this force worked stead 
ily in conjunction with other remedies, and when 
Orondo awoke in the afternoon, he was rational 
and without fever. Noting his condition, the mag 
net was removed, and the patient lifted once more 
into the hammock, where he was thoroughly sponged 
with alcohol and water. After this, his throat, 
chest, and shoulders were vigorously rubbed with 
warm olive oil, perfumed with lavender. The odors 
of plants are antiseptic, and were much employed in 
sick rooms by the ancients. 

While the physicians were busy, the tamanes in 
attendance changed the pallet and linen completely. 
Placing Orondo in it again and setting a lavender 
spray in motion near the window, they retired to 
bring in a lacquered tray of food. Freshly baked 
tortillas, young leeks, and pickled olives, with salted 
almonds and dried figs formed the principal part of 
the meal, while a dish of fresh cocoanut and oranges, 
sliced together, served for dessert. 

The tray and dishes had scarcely been removed 
before Setos came bustling in. Sanitation was his 
hobby, and he was always urging the necessity for 
legislation against disease, which he considered was 
the result of criminal carelessness. 

In Tlamco every bit of refuse was carefully col 
lected and burned each day. A large section of the 
water-front, where the prevailing winds carried the 
smoke and odor well out to sea, was reserved for 
this purpose. The flood-gates of the entire water 
system were opened during certain hours of the night 
and all the waste canals cleansed thoroughly. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 153 

" By Him who is the breath of every living thing, 
tell me how affliction befell thee? " asked Setos, sit 
ting down on the bed near the foot and searching 
Orondo's face anxiously. 

" By the only method possible," answered 
Orondo. " Because I have violated the laws of 
harmony." 

' This is bad, very bad ! It gives less favored 
men an excuse to neglect their bodies in an unwar 
rantable manner," said Setos, warming up to his 
favorite theme. " If we could only send out an 
army to teach the people the possibilities of water, 
the difference between good arid bad food, the ne 
cessity for proper rest, the inexorableness of natural 
laws, disease would become what it was intended to 
be a brief, infrequent, reparative process." 

He pursed up his lips and sniffed loudly in self- 
satisfaction. It was so seldom that he had an op 
portunity to fittingly repeat this homily. 

" I think that our laws are strictly and justly ad 
ministered in this respect," ventured Orondo. " The 
advocates and healers are supported by the state. 
Self-interest prompts the latter to report disease as 
they find it. They know enough of law to name the 
penalty attached to hereditary and contagious dis 
eases. The advocates know enough of healing to 
detect symptoms of forbidden maladies. It is a 
capital offense for either party to conceal condi 
tions of this kind. I do not see what more can be 
done." 

Utter weariness closed Orondo's eyes for a mo 
ment, and Setos refrained from further speech. 

" Let kindness of heart prompt thee to fill a pipe 
for me," said the patient, presently. 



154 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

When it was handed to him, he said with a wan 
smile : 

" Let us indulge our nerves with a harmless sed 
ative as a step in the right direction. I shall wait 
until thy bowl is filled." 

Setos hastened to comply, and after the first three 
whiffs, which were always silent fire-offerings, said: 

" Ildiko refuses to be comforted because of thy 
continued absence from our house. She grieves for 
thy affliction, and sends her best thoughts." 

" Beauty and goodness are the crown of fair 
Ildiko. It is not possible for me to do more than 
receive such flattering unction. I am indeed un 
done," he made answer, catching his breath pain 
fully. 

" The priestess Keroecia, and her sweet maids are 
much concerned for thy misfortune. Hanabusa has 
already been twice to hear if reason came back to 
thee."' 

" I pray thee leave me," cried Orondo, piteously. 
" My heart! " he gasped, as the chief shaman bent 
over him hurriedly, in response to Setos's call. 

" All matters of importance must rest while this 
man regains control of his better physique," said the 
shaman, authoritatively. " It were cruel to tax him 
at this time." 

" Nothing except friendly greeting passed be 
tween us," declared Setos, much exercised at the sud 
den bad turn apparent in Orondo. 

" I will come again at nightfall," he said. 

" Be thou content with inquiry, only," returned 
the shaman, still frowning over the complete undo 
ing of all his labor. 

'' The sun must be on the earth's magnetic merid- 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 155 

ian before quiet will come again to our patient," said 
the chief shaman, as he prepared to go out for an 
airing, after working over Orondo for one hour. 

" The sun will not be below the horizon until the 
seventh marking of the gnomon, and until that time 
we can only wait and watch," he said, in answer to 
Yermah's anxious question. " Setos has injured his 
rest greatly, but he has asked for thee more than 
once. If thou wilt exercise caution, thou mayst go 
to him." 

" I understand Orondo," replied Yermah. " I 
have stayed away because I feared to excite him. I 
am glad that I may see him." 

Yermah came quietly and put his hand on Oron- 
do's head. He knew how to still the throbbing, un 
controlled emotion dividing the sick man's mental 
and physical self. Without a word, he willed him 
peace, and after a time Orondo opened his eyes and 
seemed to breathe easier. 

" The Master of the Hidden Spheres, who causes 
the principles to arise, give thee peace, Orondo." 

Orondo made no reply; his lips quivered and his 
eyes filled. Yermah took both his hands, and, look 
ing at him steadily, said: 

" Part of thy burden falls upon me. I will share 
physical pain with thee." 

Soon the veins in Yermah's hands, and then those 
in his forehead, stood out like whip-cords. He ex 
perienced the same difficulty in breathing, the same 
spasmodic action of the heart, as had Orondo. He 
sighed deeply, and it was soon apparent that Oron- 
do's nervous tension was relieved. In the silence 
which followed both were busy with the same 
thoughts. 



156 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

" When does she go? " Orondo asked, finally. 

" The day following to-morrow." 

" Hast thou seen her since? " 

" Once only. I have not had speech with her." 

" Twice has she sent to ask after me." 

" Which newly affirms the gentleness of her na 
ture." 

The situation was trying for Yermah, but he hu 
mored his companion, as he saw that speech was a 
relief to him. He did not suspect Orondo of know 
ing that he, too, loved Keroecia. 

" When strength comes again, I must consider 
the work before me," said Orondo, after an elo 
quent silence. " Duty lays a stern hand on both of 
us." 

" The shamans will cause public complaint if I 
indulge thee in that direction," said Yermah. " A 
sharp reprimand rewarded Setos for his effort in that 
line." 

" Setos said nothing to me of that matter," said 
Orondo, in surprise. 

" But he said that to thee which taxed thy pow 
ers of control, and for this reason he is forbidden to 
see thee again, to-day. Dost thou wish me to have 
a similar experience?" 

" The shamans will see that thou hast greatly 
aided me," said Orondo, as the chief shaman came 
to his bedside accompanied by Akaza. 

" The twilight hour approaches, and I have come 
to worship with thee," said the hierophant, making 
the sign of benediction over Orondo. Turning to 
Yermah, he said: 

" The Father of the Beginnings have thee in safe 
keeping." 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 157 

" The same rich blessing follow thee," responded 
Yermah, as he took leave. 

The principle of Life is alchemical. The chem 
ical elements must be absorbed in order to give 
health. As making alchemical gold was really 
finding the Perfect Way, so the elixir of life is the 
proper use of the astral light composing the photo 
sphere surrounding our physical bodies. 

When the astral body is charged with oil, and the 
physical body is well supplied with electricity, the 
secret of magnetism is revealed. The gypsies are 
the only people who have preserved the knowledge 
necessary to produce this peculiar chemicalization. 

The arrow shot by Orion, William Tell and 
others, is Thought, the Sagitur; the same as Her 
acles shot at Helios. The ability of the individual 
to project thought determines the possession of oc 
cult power. This force is gained by harmonizing 
the physical, mental and spiritual attributes, so that 
thought may function from any one of these planes. 
In other words, it is to have complete possession of 
all these faculties. 

To project thought, is literally hitting the bull's 
eye, as Orion did when he killed Taurus the as 
tronomical aspect of the world-old battle between 
the higher and the lower self. 

The liberty which the original William Tell 
sought to achieve was not political, but a victory over 
his own lower nature a battle which the men and 
women of Tlamco fought out in every phase. 

" The water-holding capacity of the nerve-cells is 
much impaired," said the chief shaman to his as- 



158 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

sistants, when giving directions for the night. 
" Nervous irritability follows. Sleep will be light 
and infrequent. Watch beside him. At every third 
marking let him sip liberally from the ambero lens. 
Between times, give him drink from the purpuro 
flagon." 

In company with Akaza, he left laqua. 

It was as the chief shaman had predicted. Orondo 
failed to find refreshment in troubled sleep, so that 
the gray, foggy morning found him correspondingly 
wearied and depressed. Symptoms of pleuro-pneu- 
monia were clearly established, and for three days 
he had a hard fight for life. 

Finally, when well enough to dress himself, he 
resolutely put on the same clothes he had used such 
care in selecting for his memorable visit to Keroecia. 
It tried him severely to reinvest himself with them, 
but this was in keeping with his stern resolution to 
crush out useless regret. He wisely concluded that 
the easiest way out of it was to accustom himself to 
the same routine as before. He must not yield to 
such weakness as to shrink from inanimate things 
which were associated with her memory. 

Some carefully pressed blossoms of flax, fragile, 
delicate, little bluecups, dedicated in thought to his 
love, were the only mementos he kept. These he 
hid away in an ivory dice-box given him by Ben Hu 
Barabe on taking leave. 

Orondo had managed to listen to the words of 
greeting and farewell from Keroecia, and had re 
sponded thereto manfully. What the effort cost him 
may be inferred from the fact that he kept his room 
closely for the week following, refusing to see any 
one save the tamanes who served him. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 159 

When he came again among his fellows, there was 
a stern, set look on his face, which was accentuated 
by the sunken eyes and sharpened cheek-bones, but 
there was no alteration in his manner of life. He 
began preparation for immediate departure. 

Yermah lived in a rose-colored world of his own 
creation. He made pretty speeches to imaginary 
women, and never even in sleep lost the conscious 
ness of Keroecia's presence. In his audience chamber 
during the day, he granted requests for her. His 
decisions were all for her benefit, and the directions 
for various public works were delivered as he fondly 
imagined he would do if she were present. Several 
times in affixing his signature to documents he came 
near to writing her name. 

Yermah was singularly absent-minded, with all 
his amiability and politeness. He went among his 
pets with the air of a lover, and was entirely obliv 
ious to the screech of the parrots and monkeys in and 
around the stables. He got on famously with 
Cibolo; and if the horse had understood him, he 
would have made a clean breast of the situation. 

It would have been such a relief to talk about her. 

The Dorado usually had dressed well, as became 
a man of his station; but now he was fussy and par 
ticular to a noticeable degree. He taxed Alca- 
mayn's ingenuity to the utmost in devising suitable 
gifts for Keroecia and her attendants, and insisted 
upon superintending the enameling of the medallion- 
shaped mirror which he was to present to the priest 
ess. The bits of blue, green, and black enamel must 
be as shiny and lustrous as the gems they surrounded, 
and the burnished gold rim and handle must be as 
fine as the skill of his workmen could make it. 



160 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

This exchange of mirrors was a pretty compliment 
among the rulers of olden times for by this flat 
tering method each was assured of the faithful re 
membrance, of the other. They had but to look into 
the mirror to discover the subject of the other's 
thought at least in theory. 

An oval of burnished bronze, framed in silver 
filigree, enameled with black and white, and set 
with turquoise, coral, moonstones, and amethysts 
was the regulation gift from Keroecia. It was man 
nish enough to suit the requirements, but it was too 
formal to express her feelings. 

She made a strawberry of red cloth, and with fine 
brown floss dexterously worked in the seed specks. 
It was filled with fine sand and grains of musk. 
The little cup was cleverly imitated by green cloth, 
and the berry was fastened by a tiny eyelet to a piece 
of narrow red cord. 

Consideration for Orondo, constrained Yermah's 
impatience to seek Keroecia immediately, and the 
preparations for her departure were of such public 
character that he had no further opportunity of see 
ing her alone, until his chariot stood before the door 
of Setos's house, waiting for her. 

Cibolo and his three companions tugged hard at 
their bridles, as a consequence of ten days' idleness. 
They would have enjoyed kicking up their heels and 
running like the wind, especially when music, noise 
and confusion gave such warrant; but Yermah kept 
a vise-like grip on them, quieting them by a word 
now and then. 

Keroecia's pride found complete satisfaction in his 
excellent horsemanship. There were no gloves on 
his strong, white hands, wound up in the reins, but 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 161 

the wrists were as firm and hard as steel. It was a 
master-hand that held the lines, and she was not in 
the least distressed or alarmed when the horses 
reared and plunged and stood on their hind feet. 

The couple were nearing the round-house on the 
upper limit of the canal, and Yermah's face was set 
and pale. He had suddenly forgotten all the pretty 
speeches he had intended to make. Finally, when 
there was not a minute to spare, he turned to Ke- 
roecia with an agonized expression and tried to 
speak. His lips moved, but no sound escaped them, 
as they fashioned the words: " I love thee ! " 

That was all he could remember to say, and he 
was dismayed when he realized that his voice had 
failed him. 

His eyes swam, and he instinctively clutched at 
his heart as he swayed from side to side. 

Keroecia moved nearer to him helpfully, and with 
a smile of infinite tenderness slipped her hand into 
his. For a moment he did not return its pressure; 
then it seemed to nestle close to his palm, and, with 
a caressing touch, left something in his grasp when 
it was withdrawn. When he opened his hand he 
found the little strawberry. 

" With all my heart," she said in a whisper. He 
kissed the keepsake rapturously, and slipped it into 
a fold of his tunic in time to assist her to alight from 
the chariot. Etiquette forbade his accompanying 
her farther. 

With straining eyes he stood watching and waving 
his hand to her, until the balsas put into the bay. 



CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

" When from the shores 
And forest-nestling mountains came a voice 
That, solemn sounding, bids the world prepare!" 

THE sphinx, one of the first symbols known 
to man, demands that we solve its riddle 
which is Life, not Death. The Egyp 
tian sphinxes with their human heads face the West. 
The mastodon-headed sphinxes of Mexico face the 
East. Will future research unearth the evidence 
necessary to locate the sunken Atlantis lying between 
these two avenues of sphinxes, and thus reveal the 
origin of man? Did the primitive races evolve sim 
ilar civilization separately, or were they all from one 
source? Perhaps the answer to this, is the solution 
of the enigma. 

Akaza, meaning " God within thee " was the 
hierophant, prophet and high-priest of the Brother 
hood of the White Star, which had its origin in At 
lantis. His was an equilibrated, evenly balanced 
mind and nature. As an initiate he knew all that 
transpired on the subjective as well as on the positive 
planes of consciousness. He was always a disturb 
ing element on the shallow, false and artificial side 
of life. He cared nothing for consequences. A 
natural wanderer on the face of the earth, Akaza 
was in his element when it came time for him to lead 
Yermah's band away from the doomed island. 

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THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 163 

Akaza was waiting for Yermah this Monday 
morning, or Moon's day. He stood at the entrance 
of a cave extending well back under Sutro Heights. 
It was called Ingharep at that time, and marked 
the orbit of Uranus from the center of Tlamco 
the planet which was correlated to Akaza's life. 

In the time of our story the water's edge did not 
extend inside Seal Rocks. A careful inspection at 
low tide to-day will lead to the discovery of the cave 
still tunneled back under the Cliff House foundation. 

The Indians never fail to locate a cavern. 
Where one is suspected, they wait until after sunset 
on a windy day. Then they lie down over the sup 
posed cave, and with an ear pressed close to the 
ground, listen attentively for the roar, such as is 
heard in a sea-shell. If once this roar is heard, they 
refuse to search further, experience teaching them 
that they have found the right spot. Such was the 
method employed in discovering Ingharep. 

Akaza, the hierophant, was an interesting part 
of the picture as he stood at the mouth of this cavern. 
The white robe which he wore was made of paca 
wool, stiff and lustrous as silk, but thick and warm. 
It was embroidered with five-pointed and six-pointed 
silver stars, having diamonds in the center. On his 
thumb was a silver signet-ring. He wore bracelets 
of the same metal. At his waist was a sash of 
yellow silk, with double-key pattern outlined in 
silver. Over his shoulders was a purple cloth 
mantle, trimmed with a coarse blue tracery in lace 
pattern. 

The mouth of the cave faced due west, thus ena 
bling Akaza to see the last glimmerings of daylight 
go out as the sun dropped, apparently, into the ocean 



164 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

or was swallowed up in the vaporous clouds or fog- 
banks each day. For many months Akaza had 
watched this process, and, since his return from the 
Yo-Semite, he had busied himself incessantly with 
astronomical calculations. 

" Pause here a moment," he said to Yermah, after 
a hearty greeting. " One of the grandest symbols in 
nature stretches out before thee. Primordial sub 
stance is always represented by water flowing out of 
naught, or nothing." 

He pointed toward the wide Pacific and looked 
at Yermah with a rapt expression. " As it flows, 
it gradually solidifies into mind, just as the earth was 
molten and then became solid." 

Yermah stood inhaling the stiffening sea-breeze, 
and watching the waves cresting shoreward in cease 
less motion. 

" These waves scudding before the wind are ex 
actly like our thoughts driven to a given point by 
force of will. It is to give further instruction on 
this matter of a fully controlled will that I have 
asked thee to give me attention to-day," continued 
the old man, as he led the way into the cavern. 

There were swinging lamps, and a wide, open fire 
place, so constructed that the smoke was emitted 
through a pointed-arch opening. With the char 
coal fire and the swinging lamps, the interior was 
made quite comfortable. The stalactites, white and 
frosted, or discolored here and there from natural 
causes, made the walls and ceilings beautiful. 
Where an opening suggested partition, blankets, 
rugs and tapestries had been hung, and over the 
sanded floor were rush and grass mats in profu 
sion. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 165 

Around to the north, where the rocks still stand, 
the seals barked and roared as they do now, while 
the same species of birds came and went. 

An ingeniously arranged partial closing of heavy 
boards screened the occupants from the wind, but 
did not exclude the sunlight and fresh air. 

" This eight-spoked wheel represents the life of 
an initiate," said Akaza. 

A round inlaid ivory wheel, supported by a porce 
lain tripod, was indicated. On its outer edge were 
the signs of the zodiac, chased in black, with a 
mother-of-pearl inlaying to indicate the spokes. A 
rough-edged parchment lay in the center, and Yer- 
mah's quick eye saw that it was an orrery question, 
pertaining to Atlantis, drawn in colors. 

" We are not to examine the horoscope at pres 
ent," explained Akaza, following Yermah's gaze. 
" I brought thee in here to make sure of fire and 
the needs of the inner man. Now that they are 
secure, we shall devote the morning to the beach." 

He occupied himself for a few moments with the 
baskets of food, done up with paper napery, ready 
for the ever-present chafing-dish and samovar. He 
banked the fire so that it would smolder without 
dying out, and then the two men went slowly toward 
the beach where old ocean came in uproariously, and 
sullenly ground its white teeth on the sands. 

Yermah considerately took the ocean side, so as 
to protect Akaza as much as possible from the cool 
wind. He drew a thin, bony hand up under his 
cloak and clasped it close to his side with the upper 
arm. 

They were an interesting study these two men. 
One the perfect embodiment of physical health and 



166 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

strength; the other, feeble in body, but a veritable 
giant of spiritual force. 

The one man stood absolutely apart from tem 
poral things; the other was just beginning to live 
on the sensuous, or material plane. As they walked 
they left odd-looking wet tracks behind them. 

" Thou knowest already," said Akaza, " that thou 
hast successfully performed seven of the great labors 
in the self-development of Osiris. Now thou 
standest face to face with that which hinders; and 
it is necessary that I should explain to thee the pur 
port of this eighth labor." 

" Is there something about it which I do not 
understand?" asked Yermah, in a surprised tone. 
" I have but to find the treasure hidden in the rocks, 
and then I am ready to return home. I have 
learned to fashion the gold which is to tip the spires 
of my temple, and when this is done I shall demand 
release from my vow. As soon as the Brotherhood 
receives me, I am free." Then, with a slight hesi 
tation in manner and speech " I have already de 
cided what I shall do with my freedom." 

While he was speaking, Akaza moved and 
breathed like a person in pain. 

" What I must explain to thee is the duality of 
thine own nature," he went on, turning sadly toward 
Yermah, " the dual aspect of the labor thou hast 
already performed, and what thou must do in the 
future. First, then, Osiris is thyself the I-am-I 
principle within thee, which is the same first, last, 
and all the time. Thy labor is the finding of the 
Perfect Way. Love is the consummation, and 
Wisdom is the way." 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 167 

"What wouldst thou have me do?" asked Yer- 
mah, eagerly. 

" First, I would have thee realize the transitory 
nature of life, and its desires, not on the intellectual 
plane, but as a fact in nature. The body, scientific 
ally considered, is not the same through the whole 
life. Neither does the mind remain the same. 
Man's ability to look at his own desires and feelings 
impersonally is the beginning of Wisdom. No man 
can extricate himself from the result of his own 
deeds." 

" Give me to know this mystery." 

" To bind the sweet influence of the Pleiades is 
the opposite of loosing the belt of Orion," an 
swered Akaza. 

" It has not been granted me to know the signifi 
cance of either," responded Yermah, humbly. 

" Alcyone, the central sun around which the spiral 
galaxy of the firmament encompassed in the Milky 
Way, and all the stars, suns and planets included 
in that circle, are revolving in the only one of the 
seven sisters whose love is mortal. From out that 
center issues evermore a ray of the divine creative 
spirit, coalescing into the life of animate nature 
here. 

" The adept gathers the component parts of that 
incomprehensible being man to his divine 
center," Akaza continued. " He wills them into the 
being of another, and that other becomes the mother 
of a son, given from the depths of space. Such a 
son art thou, Yermah." 

"And thou art in very truth my father?" asked 
Yermah, wonderingly. 



168 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

" Yes. For this cause am I in the flesh, and for 
this, also, must I remain in the body, until thou art 
restored to the Brotherhood. I am the hierophant, 
the second in power in our order. So it was granted 
to me to create an entity which should rule the 
future as Atlantis rules the present." 

" Tell me all of my beginning. How and why 
this should be. Thou wert an old man when I was 
born; and thou art a vowed celibate? " 

" Swear by Him who made us that thou wilt not 
reveal what I am about to unfold." 

He held up a six-pointed diamond star which 
blazed on his bosom for the Dorado to kiss, as they 
stood facing each other. As Yermah's lips touched 
the center, he turned to the east, and, with both 
hands clasped over his head, said solemnly: 

" I swear." 

" A priest of our order, under the same tutelage 
as Orondo, was thy literal father, while thy mother 
was a vestal selected from the Temple of Venus. 
Thy great-grandfather, grandfather and father were 
of the priesthood, and their wives were selected 
vestals. To the prophet, hierophant and high-priest 
was the divine self confided, and we were pledged 
to produce a ruler for this generation. We willed 
the conditions which gave thee birth and I must 
share thy joys and sorrows until such time as the 
Brotherhood releases me." 

" Then I am not of royal lineage am not the 
son of Poseidon, Servitor of Atlantis?" There 
was pain and disappointment in Yermah's voice. 

" Thou art royal in the highest and best sense. 
Thou art immaculately conceived, as is the sun by 
the cosmic virgin, when he has been standing still 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 169 

in Capricornus. It is said everywhere that a dew- 
drop fell on thy virgin mother's bosom, as she lay 
asleep in a sacred grove. Such was thy beginning." 

" Then he to whom I have rendered obedience is 
not in any sense my father? " 

" No. Thou art a veritable sun-god, destined to 
be thrice born in this life." 

"Oh! Akaza, why speakest thou in riddles? 
Thrice born, indeed ! How is it possible without 
death and re-birth? " 

Akaza smiled at his impatience. 

" I charged thee in the beginning to remember 
that there is a dual meaning to all labors that a candi 
date for the initiation must perform. Thou hast 
already had two births in this body, and art facing 
the third." 

Yermah could not conceal his astonishment. 

" The first birth was at twelve years and six 
months, when the sex principle began to assert itself. 
This acme of sensuous existence culminates at 
twenty-five years, when intellect has its birth and the 
mind becomes capable of reasoning. Before that 
time sensation and instinct have served for indi 
vidual thought. The new rate of vibration set in 
motion at the birth of desire is the beginning of dis 
cord in the personality. Many times before in 
tellect can assert itself the impetus for a plunge to 
the downward spiral is overwhelmingly strong." 

" What, then, befalls the divine self? " 

" On the material plane it is the brutalizing proc 
ess which prevents the divine self from contacting 
the physical. When this happens the man has 
really lost his soul. Saturn is the planet correlated 
to the finding of the Perfect Way. It is the mill 



170 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

of the gods, which grinds out the imperfections of 
human nature. The three phases of immaculate 
conception are closely allied to the three re-births 
which take place in the physical man." 

" Eagerness to master this hidden knowledge 
proves the quality of fellowship," said Yermah, anx 
ious that Akaza should go fully into details. 

" The twelve markings of the zodiac contain the 
arcane wisdom of our order." 

Before Yermah could frame a suitable answer to 
fit in the pause, Akaza continued : 

" The Ineffable One is a trinity of Necessity, 
Freedom and Love. An ideal is the result of neces 
sity, and all our ideal conceptions are the outcome 
of our absolute need. It is in the achievement of 
freedom that the divine within us labors, and on 
this is based love. Life is the great vineyard of 
the father, and all his children must toil in it until 
the end. When in the process of regeneration man 
is so far perfected as to see the mysterious beauty 
of his being, he knows that the trials and labors 
imposed upon him by the laws of cause and effect are 
at once a necessity and a blessing, and he will no 
longer seek to escape them. 

" There is constant warfare between Desire and 
Intelligence," the hierophant continued. " Why 
must thou struggle to overcome? Because the only 
difference between an imbecile and a genius is the 
ability of the spirit or divine self to function on the 
physical plane of the genius and its utter inability to 
influence the fool. Thine own conduct in this life 
determines which of these extremes thou wilt be 
come in the next. Atavism and heredity intensify 



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these tendencies; so does the influence of the planets. 
But neither the one nor the other can produce them. 
Thou must do this by the exercise of will power. 
The union of desire and mind forms the personality. 
Each attribute is triple active, passive and 
equilibrated." 

After a slight pause, Akaza went on : 
" Thou must wield each triad into a unity. This 
is real initiation the consummation of perfect 
harmony. Thou hast long since gone beyond the 
reach of impure thoughts emanating from the five 
sub-human orders of creation. When impure char 
acteristics are removed the first labor is performed. 
Thy studies and all knowledge received is the second 
labor, because it prepared thee for esoteric science. 

" The power of thought," continued Akaza, " if 
rightly used, enables a man to transcend creation. 
Misused, it will cause him to retrograde into the 
condition where self is the great object of exist 
ence, and the appetites of the body are the only 
deities to whom he sacrifices. For such beings the 
uprisings of knowledge (the wiles of Circe) glitter 
with fascinating light, because further knowledge 
will enable them to minister to their desires. This, 
my son, is a dangerous situation for an immortal 
soul. What was intended as a blessing becomes a 
curse." 

" Have I transgressed in this respect? " 
" No. Thou art safe on that point." 
Knowledge is Circe in Greek Serket in Egyp 
tian. It is the enchantress, whose realm may be 
enjoyed by those who know the herb " Moly." This 
word comes from the same root as the Latin Molo, 



172 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

and the Swedish Mjoll, to grind, indicating the proc 
ess of grinding out human passions. It gives the 
Norse Mjolner, the hammer of Thor, or Will. 

The same meaning is implied in the weapon used 
by Kanza in killing the infants of Desire. 

" The abuse of this quality is what brings trouble 
to our countrymen," said Akaza. " Atlantis is a 
hotbed of black magic; that is, inverted wisdom. 
And they must suffer for it. Setos and Rahula are 
the only devotees of this school we have with us." 

" Why didst thou bring them? " 

" It was necessary for thy sake my beloved. 
In the performance of the third labor the first hour 
of the day begins; the two preceding labors being 
only the dawn of partial wisdom. As knowledge 
is the fruition of Will the principle of the second 
hour of dawn so Love is the purpose of the 
Divine Creator. This purpose must subdue its an 
tithesis the lust for material power and gain." 

" If the material body is not kept in a healthy 
condition, the spirit and the soul cannot be per 
fected," continued Akaza. 

" This is not a fault of mine," returned Yermah, 
with a touch of pride. 

" Thou hast guarded the temple well. The sun 
never shone on a more perfect physical type. The 
fifth labor," the hierophant went on, " is equili 
brated Will the caduceus which our order carries 
and uses as a wand. It is a spear in the hands of 
an adept, who compels all secrets and who knows 
all things. It can be developed only by temperance 
and moderation. It is an unlimited power for good 
or evil which thou boldest in thy possession. In 



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thy body it is the solar plexus or brain of the 
stomach. The twelve plexi around it are the full 
gamut of physical and spiritual desire. Here thou 
couldst use thy knowledge with great harm to thy 
fellows, and more to thyself." 

"But why should I?" 

" For no reason, unless it be to gratify some wish 
lying near thy heart. We neither act nor speak, 
much less decide a question concerning ourselves, 
except we have a motive." 

" My motive is simple enough. Thou hast told 
me that love is the first triad. I love with all my 
heart." 

" No need of words to assure me of this. I have 
foreseen it from the first." 

"And thou hast not opposed me? Then thou 
wilt favor it? " The Dorado was as impulsive as 
a boy. 

" I will not oppose it. The great secret of ini 
tiation lies in the magnetic warmth of love. It is 
a threefold principle, the lowest phase of which is 
sex love. This is the poetry of sensation. It per 
tains to the material nature, and is therefore im 
permanent." 

" Oh, Akaza ! How canst thou say that my love 
for Keroecia will pass away. I feel that it never 
can." 

" In the sense of feeling, it certainly will not en 
dure. But this phase of love has three parts. We 
reach divinity on its upper plane, because it be 
comes transmuted from animal desire to a soul in 
flux. This will come as a benediction to sweeten 
the very fountain-head of thy individuality." 



174 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

" Then I was right in claiming mine own. I have 
not broken my vow, even in thought," responded 
Yermah hopefully. 

" But thou wilt. In so much as thou wilt imperil 
immortality thou must suffer. Be of good cheer. 
Whatever pain may come will soon pass. Nothing 
of the real love and union between thee will ever 
cease to be." 

" The seventh labor," Akaza continued, after a 
thoughtful pause, " is the slaying of the vampire of 
procrastination the temptation to halt in the path 
of duty. Thou wilt naturally think thy work com 
pleted when thou art allowed to return to Atlantis." 

"Why not?" 

" Thou wilt not return to Poseidon's kingdom for 
many days. Atlantis is doomed." 

"Akaza, what art thou saying?" In his excite 
ment Yermah shook the hierophant's arm vigorously. 

" Thou art forbidden to give to others what thou 
Kast learned. The world needs thee more than thou 
Canst imagine. Thou art now facing the eighth 
labor of initiation." 

" I know this. But is it not true that I shall tip 
the spires of the temple building? Must I not do 
this with mine own hands? " 

" Thou must subjugate all internal and external 
hindrances first." 

" What is that, if not what I have already 
mentioned? Was it not so from the beginning? In 
each colony visited have I not obeyed the laws? 
This year finishes my sojourn away from Atlantis. 
Thou wilt remember that I am to have my wish 
when the last labor has been completed." 
' '"-Sothoii shalt" 



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" Then I shall have Keroecia for my wife, and 
live in peace." 

" Thou wilt neither espouse Keroecia nor live in 
peace. Marriage to thee is forbidden. Only the 
commonplace mortal is content to vegetate, procreate 
and perish." Then after a pause, he added: 
" Thine is not only race condition, Yermah, but be 
fore thou wert born, the Brotherhood decreed it for 
thee." 

" Thou thou durst tell this to me, the future 
Servitor of Atlantis and all her dependencies! Out 
upon thee and thy Brotherhood! I will not sub 
mit to thy decrees ! Thou thou hast made me 
believe in thy love. Is this the language of consider 
ation? The Brotherhood demands all that I value 
in life! Thou sayest that I have not failed so far. 
Be assured that I shall succeed finally." 

" Thou hast already developed the feminine prin 
ciple within thee and hast assumed the flowing locks 
and robe, so that thy fellows may know thou art 
fit to lead them. My personal tutorship goes no 
farther. Thy future is distinctly in thine own hands, 
Yermah." Akaza gave a soft reply, and his rash 
hot-headed companion was mollified. 

" Give thy tongue full license, Akaza. What 
does the Brotherhood require of its fellows? " Yer 
mah was still the master of Tlamco. His tone and 
manner betrayed it. 

" Absolute freedom must be achieved before the 
candidate can enter the Gates of Light." Akaza 
was quiet, but firm. 

" Freedom from what? " 

" From the enslavement of Desire. Man's per 
verted love nature is the great stumbling block." 



176 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

Yermah's face was aflame in an instant. He was 
furiously angry. He turned toward Akaza with a 
threatening gesture, while his resentment was at 
flood tide. Then his arm fell aimlessly to his side. 
He realized that it was shocking to quarrel with his 
preceptor his spiritual father the man who had 
unselfishly followed him from one colony to another 
for the past seven years. 

The Dorado held his tongue, but with an impetu 
ous fling of the cloak over his shoulder, he abruptly 
left the hierophant. 

They were on the beach opposite the present life- 
saving station, and were coming back to the cave. 
With swift, swinging strides Yermah turned toward 
Tlamco, and was soon headed for the western 'gate 
of its walled enclosure. 

" I am not to make my love self-identifying," he 
muttered savagely. " Am I, then, to love my ideal 
without desire for possession? He asks what I can 
not do. I should be no part of a man if I could sub 
mit like this ! No ! A thousand times no ! I 
have tasted the wine of life on her sweet lips ! She 
shall claim a king's ransom in return ! And this, he 
says, will imperil my soul ! So be it ! This is 
what love means to me ! " 

There was that in Yermah which would brook 
no interference. Docility and obedience, both his 
habit and inclination, were routed completely by the 
whirlwind of resentment having control of him. 
Self made a strong rally, and, for a time, he was in 
toxicated with the idea of defying Akaza. He 
gloried in his ability to think and to act for him 
self. It was his happiness, his love, and in the 
future he would do as he pleased. This was instinct 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 177 

deeper than reason; not conscious lust nor sensuality 
for he mentally idealized Keroecia. 

This quality was the same which arouses an animal 
similarly thwarted to the highest pitch of ferocity. 
Passion, heretofore a latent force strengthening and 
sweetening his whole nature, now suddenly flared 
into tempestuous activity on its own account. Op 
position at this juncture would have rendered Yer- 
mah capable of murder. 

The line of demarcation between the virgin mind 
and partial realization was forever obliterated. 
Yermah knew desire. And its demands were all 
the more urgent because of long-delayed expression. 



CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

THE VIRGIN EARTH WILL NOT SUBMIT TO MAN'S 
DEFILEMENT 

AKAZA tottered along the shore, shaken and 
agonized by Yermah's anger. The wind 
tangled his thin locks, and played sad pranks 
with the mantle enveloping his body. Sometimes it 
seemed bent on snapping him in two, and then it al 
most whipped the life out of him that life tenure 
which was feeble and old even when Yermah's 
generation began. 

The tears streamed down his withered cheeks and 
dripped unheeded from the snow-white beard. His 
breathing was labored and hard when he arrived at 
the entrance to the cave, and his slight frame shook 
with emotion as he turned toward the broad Pacific, 
seeking to calm his agitation. 

He stretched out his hands imploringly to the 
vast deep spread out before him, as the waves, with 
a sullen roar, dashed their spray over the rocks at 
his feet. 

" Great God ! " he cried in a stricken voice, " My 
heart bleeds for Yermah. The rays of the sun 
should make a halo around his dear head. How 
hard that there is no real strength except that born 
of suffering no enduring experience except it be 
seared into the heart's core I I have tried not to 
attach myself to results ; but how can I help it ? 

178 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 179 

Oh, Amrah! I shall not fail thee! Amenti, thou 
canst trust me! My oath binds me for all time. 
This body may succumb in the trial, but I will de 
liver this trust back to thee as thou art expecting to 
receive it ! Give me strength to stand by helplessly 
while Yermah suffers! Oh, Brotherhood, give me 
the strength to endure I " 

He sank down upon a rock from sheer exhaustion 
and was silent. 

For a time there was no sign of life in the bent 
motionless figure peering far out into space, as if he 
were seeing the visioned future. 

" Oh, woman ! " he cried, " Divine part of crea 
tive wisdom ! Incarnation of man's ideal of 
spiritual perfection! When will man recognize in 
thee the means of reorganizing the world, and place 
thee on the pedestal of his intellectual greatness! 
When will he cease to crucify thee on the diverse 
and conflicting polarity of his passional will? 
Woman lies a crushed and soiled lily; while man, the 
victim of vengeance to the powers of nature, wanders 
a fugitive on the earth, chained to the hell of his 
depraved imagination The Great Spirit of Light 
and Wisdom is to him a tormenting fiend! " 

After a time, Akaza went into the cave. The fire 
had warmed the interior, and the lamps shed a 
softened glow, which was comforting to the weary 
old man. 

He was hungry, but the food seemed almost to 
choke him. It had pleased his fancy to have Yer 
mah break bread and eat salt with him in this 
hidden retreat. In his weakness, he was sorely dis 
appointed, and it cost him an effort to refrain from 
whimpering childishly. 



180 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

Akaza awoke with a sudden start from a troubled 
sleep. It was with difficulty that he made his way to 
the mouth of the cavern and saw that the sun was 
hopelessly obscured by what appeared to be a heavy 
fog. He went back and threw himself down on the 
cushions and rugs where he had been sleeping, and 
there he would wait patiently until the time of sun 
set. If it were possible to get a glimpse of the Lord 
of Day at that hour, he would go back to the Temple 
of Neptune, where he lived. 

Later, when Akaza was removing the temporary 
shutters at the entrance to the cave, a gust of wind 
blew the raindrops into his face. He knew at a 
glance that it would be a stormy night. The wind 
was rising, and the lowering, black clouds gave prom 
ise of a heavy downpour. 

The sun crosses the earth's magnetic meridian 
twice every twenty-four hours once at sunrise, and 
again at sunset. 

Akaza made three obeisances toward the west and 
stood motionless, drinking in the sweet influences of 
the sunset hour. His lips moved in silent prayer. 
For several minutes he communed with the subjective 
world, just coming into its waking activity. The 
physical world was falling asleep, and with it went 
the agitating thoughts of the day. 

He was renewing his spiritual vigor, listening to 
the Voice of the Silence, holding converse with his 
own soul. As he took counsel of his higher self, the 
bells of the Observatory tower in Tlamco sounded 
like a silvery-tinkling seashell, faint but distinct to 
his clairaudient ear. 

"Peace! peace! peace!" they seemed to say, 
while the lines of care slowly relaxed, and the face 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 181 

of the devotee was as serene and calm as a May 
morning. 

The fireplace and entrance to the cave were so ar 
ranged that it was easy to produce a draught; so, 
when Akaza renewed by meditation and prayer, re 
turned to the fire, the atmosphere surrounding him 
was fresh and pure. He made the door fast and 
prepared to remain for the night, for it would tax 
his physical strength too much to walk back to 
Tlamco in the storm. As familiar objects outside 
seemed to be swallowed up in a black pit, he drew 
a stool up beside the zodiacal wheel in the center of 
the living-room, and by the light of a lowered lamp 
began to carefully compare and compute the bearings 
of the planets and houses of the horoscope before 
him. Presently he looked up and listened intently. 
Could it be that he heard some one calling him? 
Was it an unseen entity, or was it the wind shriek 
ing through the crevices about the entrance? Re 
gaining his feet, he groped his way toward the 
sound. There could be no mistake it was near 
the door. 

"Akaza! Akaza! Hear me! Open open the 
door, I beseech thee ! " 

It was a human voice in dynamic utterance, which 
the roar of the ocean nearly drowned, despite the 
efforts of the wind to hurl it through the doorway. 

Akaza hastened to comply with the request. 
Suddenly he stood face to face with Yermah, shiver 
ing, wet and mud-stained. 

" Oh, Akaza ! " he cried, kneeling before the old 
man and kissing the hem of his garment, " say that 
thou wilt forgive me ! I can have no peace until 
I am restored to thy favor." 



182 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

Akaza laid his hands upon the head that had been 
bared to the storm. 

" Thou standest always in the shelter of my love, 
Yermah," he said, gently. " Offense were not pos 
sible from thy lips. Be no longer humble in my 
presence." He helped the Dorado to arise, and lead 
ing him toward the fire, continued: 

" Let genial warmth restore thy peace of mind. 
The elements have undone thee." 

" Distemper vanished with reflection," returned 
Yermah, anxiously, as he drew off his wet mantle and 
threw it to one side, " but remorse tortured me and 
drove me to thy feet, sad and repentant." 

Akaza patted him affectionately on the shoulder, 
and occupied himself with the change of clothing he 
was improvising from his own garments. He sub 
stituted a purple robe for the water-soaked tunic, 
gave Yermah sandals, and finally wrapped his own 
cloak around him. 

"Thy attendants, Yermah? It were not well to 
leave them to the mercies of air and water lashed to 
fury." 

" None saw me leave laqua. Neither man nor 
beast shall suffer because of my misdeeds," said the 
Dorado. " It has taken all this time to find my way. 
The dying day left me resolved." 

" Thy spirit called to mine at that hour," said 
Akaza with a glad smile. " I felt it then." 

" And wilt thou have me for thy companion for 
the night?" questioned Yermah, happy in the 
restoration of harmony between them. 

" That were the wish nearest my heart," said 
Akaza, pouring hot water into a silver cup, into 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 183 

which he had already measured some spirits of 
maguey, some spices, and a bit of lemon. 

" Sweeten as thy appetite dictates," he continued, 
as he handed the cup to his visitor. " And may 
the Father of All Mysteries attend thy ventures in 
the future." 

Yermah arranged his disordered locks, and then 
nestled down beside Akaza in a caressing boyish 
fashion. It was plain that he had something on his 
mind. Finally, with considerable hesitation, he 
broke the silence by asking: 

" Will the unbridled license of my tongue to-day 
count against me with the Brotherhood? " 

His open countenance clearly showed what he 
feared. 

" Only emotional natures make acceptable bearers 
of the Light," responded Akaza. " A mean, 
starved love nature is never an acceptable sacrifice, 
nor can such an one be an ideal for other men." 

A troubled, hunted look overspread Akaza's face, 
but Yermah's gaze was bent on the horoscope, under 
the full glare of the lamp, and he did not notice it. 
He sighed contentedly when Akaza finished speak 
ing, and for several minutes he tried to discern the 
meaning of the map. 

" The portent of thy words concerning our father 
land lingers with me. Was it thy purpose to share 
thy knowledge with me? " 

He looked up with a winning smile, and caught 
Akaza's eyes fixed upon him in undisguised admira 
tion. The lamplight brought out the sheen of his 
yellow hair, lying damp and wavy upon his shoulders, 
and the pointed beard was short enough to show his 



184 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

muscular white throat where the purple robe fell 
away, minus its jeweled gorget. A strawberry 
cleverly imitated in enamel, suspended from a gold 
chain around his neck had slipped out from the folds 
of his robe and dangled toward the table at which 
both were seated. Akaza pointed to it with a smile. 
He instinctively refrained from touching it, thinking 
it might be a cherished memento. As it lay on the 
palm of Yermah's hand, he took note of the inscrip 
tion: With all my heart. 

Yermah saw it too, and pressing the words to his 
lips, slipped the trinket into his bosom. 

" Now," said Akaza, mindful of the movement, 
" lend thy attention, and I shall tell thee what the 
stars indicate is in store for our beloved country. 
First, let me make plain the signification of these 
figures," he continued, using the ivory caduceus as a 
pointer. 

" The great band, or circle, of the zodiac repre 
sents the circumference of the universe, which con 
tains the essence of creation. It is the cosmic egg, 
holding the germ within itself. The center of the 
zodiacal ring is the sun, the former representing the 
casket, the latter the jewel. 

" So is it with the physical form," continued the 
hierophant. " It is not the mind, but that which con 
tains it. Suppose we consider the motion of this dot 
within the circle when Desire has energized its move 
ment. First a ray will shoot out in one direction, and 
another in an opposite direction, forming four 
angles constituting the four elements hydrogen, 
oxygen, carbon, nitrogen." 

As Akaza spoke he rapidly sketched a swastika, 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 185 

the revolving cross, and then he drew a small circle, 
a cresent, or half-circle and a Maltese cross. 

" These three factors represent spirit, soul and 
body, or sun, moon and earth. In the circle we 
have spirit active; in the cross, latent. This is invo 
lution and evolution, pure and simple. The circle is 
the builder of new forms, the half-circle is the pre 
server, and the cross is the destroyer." 

Memphis, in Egypt, was the builder of a new 
civilization, receiving its impetus from the immigra 
tion and settlement of a band of white magicians from 
Atlantis, under the leadership of Amrah, the prophet 
of the hierarchy to which Akaza was attached. 

The Llama City on the banks of the Brahmaputra 
River, in the fastnesses of the Himalaya Mountains, 
in Thibet, where none of the modern races have pene 
trated, was the preserver of arcane wisdom; while 
Tlamco under Akaza, represented the section of the 
earth which was to be destroyed. Akaza was the 
hierophant of the triad, and Kadmon was the patri 
arch whose faithful followers were to carry the light 
to India. 

" We shall represent Desire, Force and Energy 
by placing the cross over the circle," said Akaza still 
illustrating with a fragment of burned camphor and 
the pointed caduceus. 

What he drew was the present symbol of the 
planet Mars. 

" Here we have spirit pushing on toward manifes 
tation, producing Experience the supreme teacher. 
The negative is over the positive, and this gives us 
both construction and destruction. Let us destroy 
it place the cross under the circle and we have 



186 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

a true symbol of Love. Spirit has forced its way 
through matter, and it has become one with itself." 

He turned to Yermah and took both his hands in 
his own. Looking at him earnestly, Akaza said: 

" Never forget what I am saying to thee now. 
Until love has entered our hearts, we are not in touch 
with anything in nature. Love is the soul; and until 
we feel its sweet influences in our lives, we go on 
seeking fresh experiences on the cross of discord. 
Love produces harmony. Desire produces discord. 
The sun represents the planet which sheds these in 
fluences, and therefore stands for Power. This is 
the golden bowl, the essence of Life itself. The 
cross and the circle are the hieroglyphs of our spirit 
ual nature." 

Akaza's look became abstracted and intense, and 
he mechanically pushed his hair up from his fore 
head. 

" I see by a glance into the future that these 
symbols will become the phallic emblems of sex-wor 
ship, which will touch the lowest rung of the down 
ward spiral. Woman is destined to suffer much on 
this account, and from another event which is close 
at hand." 

" Thou hast made plain the creative phase," said 
Yermah, after a pause, wishing to bring Akaza back 
to the subject in hand. 

" Let us concern ourselves with the mind, whose 
dual phases are shown by the half-circle. If we 
place the cross over the half-circle we have the 
Tempter of humanity, because this exalts matter over 
mind. It is the great centralizing of self. 

" Every one must pass these limitations and meet 
the Great Judge," the hierophant continued, " and 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 187 

He, in the heavens, guards Himself with triple rings. 
No spirit goes through the Gates of Light into His 
presence except he be well weighed in the balance of 
the seventh sign." 

" This is the same as initiation into the Brother 
hood," returned Yermah, involuntarily. 

" It is the planetary aspect of the labor thou art 
soon to perform." 

Akaza did not wish to go more into detail; so he 
hastened to say: 

" If we place the half-circle over the cross, we 
have mind risen over matter, and compassion is the 
result. Then we have learned the value of mercy. 
The true spirit of devotion comes from the belted 
planet. It abuses none who are struggling upward, 
but lends a helping hand to all." 

Seeing that Akaza laid down the caduceus and 
drew the horoscope closer to him, Yermah said : 

" Thou hast given the symbol of only six planets. 
Hast thou forgotten the seventh? " 

" No. That planet is made up of three factors 
combined; the circle is in the center; the cross, be 
low; and the half-circle, above. This is the essence 
of wisdom. It is perfected manhood, and it flies 
through the cosmos in search of the Infinite, whose 
messenger it is." 

Uranus and Neptune are octaves of Mercury and 
Venus, and belong to the spiritual triad, Saturn be 
ing the first. 

" Tell me of the duality of the spirit, soul and 
body?" asked Yermah, for the first time making it 
plain that he was thinking over what had been told 
him during the day. 

" Spirit pure and simple is the Word which was 



188 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

in the Beginning. This has three phases, motion 
and breath being the other two. The Ineffable 
moved, breathed and spoke and the created universe, 
with all it contains, was the result." 

He spoke with caution, lest he should usurp divine 
power. 

" In mankind, it is quite impossible to define or 
describe that subtle thing which is denoted by the 
word ' spirituality,' " he continued, " the goal toward 
which so many efforts, such fervent aspirations are 
directed. Spirituality is something which differs 
from all these, an essence strange and deep, not ex 
pressible in other terms than itself beyond mind, 
beyond thought, and, consequently, beyond speech. 
In the ardor of our present pursuit, we forget the 
fact that the spiritual can be used for evil no less 
than for good purposes. By failure to discriminate 
between the spiritual in the service of the divine and 
the same quality in the service of the dark powers, we 
may find ourselves at a point where, to regain the 
true path, we must with pain and agony retrace our 
steps and begin again." 

"And the soul?" 

" Is mind in all its attributes. The animal soul, 
or vehicle of desire, is dominated by the phases and 
aspects of the moon, Mars and Venus. This is the 
psychic world. In the body we have the physical 
(or material) man and the astral prototype. The 
material man lives as long as the spirit functions 
through the psychic world into the astral body, 
which is a part of the physical man." 

" In what way dost thou mean to say creative 
energy contacts the body? " 

" The astral body is the medium; the psychic, the 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 189 

positive; and the material, the negative polarity 
which attracts the magnetic current, or spirit. When 
the astral and physical bodies separate, death, or the 
loosing of the bands of Orion, in a physical sense, 
takes place. 

" The life essence in the body," the hierophant 
went on to explain, " is a lateral pulsation, which 
grows shorter and shorter as the impetus giving it 
motion in the beginning, is stilled. Its center is the 
solar plexus ; but the divine spark is released through 
the cardiac plexus, the spiritual prototype of the 
solar." 

" What then becomes of the deathless spirit? " 

" It returns to its native habitat in space, to as 
similate the experiences through which it has just 
passed. This act has its fitting counterpart on the 
material plane. As the stomach digests the food it 
receives, and as the mind assimilates the ideas it 
conceives, so the divine self utilizes the experiences 
it gains. As the result of the physical function is 
bodily health, and that of the mental process is knowl 
edge, so, also, the fruit of the spiritual operation is 
wisdom. To acquire wisdom, then, is manifestly the 
prime purpose of human existence." 

" Through what labyrinths we have to walk in 
order to find the Gates of Light!" said Yermah, 
deeply interested. "Existence is like chaos at first; 
and I begin to see that this is true on the three 
planes." 

" Certainly. Man has gone too far out in the life 
of the senses. It is only in his sleep that he per 
ceives the manifestations of spirit. The true student 
must reestablish the equilibrium of spirit and mat 
ter. Thereby he will obtain the ability to discern 



190 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

which are physical phenomena. He will perceive in 
the waking state such forms and apparitions as he 
saw before in dreams, and rise to the viewpoint 
where he realizes that physical forms are only the 
coarse and imperfect copies of those higher spiritual 
pictures presenting themselves to his interior senses." 

" Then our dreams are not without significance? " 

" Their significance lies in the fact that they are 
the lowest state of spiritual life. In them a man is 
obliged to tolerate in himself the action of good and 
bad spiritual forces." 

Akaza arose, and picking up a small copper nut- 
oil lamp from a shelf-like projection of stalactite 
near at hand, he lighted it and led the way to a dim, 
shadowy cranny of the room. 

Pausing before what appeared to be a pile of rush 
matting he handed the lamp to Yermah and began 
removing the outer layers. As soon as the rough- 
textured exterior was taken off, Yermah saw by the 
cloth wrappings that it was a figure of some kind. 
It proved to be a colossal head of diorite, a very 
hard variety of serpentine, or greenstone. 

" This," said Akaza, " is the head of Atlantis. 
It was contained in the ark which we have carried 
with us so long in our journeyings." 

" But the eyes are closed, the nostrils plugged, the 
mouth covered with a gag, and the ears padlocked. 
This is death ! " cried Yermah, unable to control his 
emotion, shocked and awed by the spectacle. " She 
can neither tell her piteous story nor hear the suppli 
cations addressed to her." 

He examined the head closely, and saw that the 
countenance before him was that of a dead person. 
There was the relaxation of the upper eyelids which 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 191 

most forcefully expressed this idea. The head was 
covered with a skull-cap of shells and lines represent 
ing water. On the crown of the head was a rosette- 
like cap, with a button in the center. 

There were four rows of these scallops. The 
skull-cap terminated at the sides in ear padlocks, fin 
ished with triangular appendages like that over the 
mouth. In each ear there was a massive bar of 
rounded metal inclosed within a broad, strong clasp. 1 

" Look closely at the three plates on the cheeks. 
They are precisely alike in form and lie over one an 
other in the same way; so it is only necessary to ex 
amine one side." 

" On the first disk," said Yermah, " is a cross, with 
four dots within the arms. The second one is 
blank, and the third has a peculiar vertical slit, 
which looks as if it had some connection with the ar 
rowhead appendage as if being slipped on to one 
of these, it could turn, and thus open the padlock." 

Yermah tried to do what he said, but the cold, 
immovable stone soon disabused his mind. 

" Our prophet, now at Memphis, has the key to 
this mystery. But I know its interpretation. Come 
and be comforted by warmth and light, and I shall 
tell thee," said Akaza, noting the shiver that invol 
untarily followed Yermah's ineffectual effort, and 
who was still much shaken when he resumed his seat 
beside the table containing the zodiac and horoscope. 

" The earth's photosphere is really the seven cos 
mic serpents which enfold the planet in seven bands 
of race conditions. They have seven eyes, or win- 

1 This head is in the Museum in the City of Mexico. It was 
found in 1830 in the streets of Santa Teresa by some workmen 
while excavating for the foundation of a new house. 



192 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

dows, of occult perception. One of these windows 
closes every time there is a new race developed. 
Thou knowest that death in any form is but a new 
birth. Therefore, when a new race is born its prede 
cessor dies, and the section of our globe inhabited by 
the dying race is purified by water and fire." 

This is what prompts the Aryan race to arise peri 
odically and go from one part of the earth to the 
other. This impulse cast them out of Central Asia 
and Africa, where the great deserts of Sahara and 
Gobi now stretch their waste sands, where Assyrian 
plains are given over to desolation, and also left the 
Colorado, Arizona, and Alta California lying bleak 
and barren in company with the continent of Austra 
lia. This is the purification by fire, while tidal waves 
and the ice ages purify by water. 

" The earth is a virgin," continued Akaza, " and 
will not submit to the defilement of man. The first 
eye was in the south ; the second was Lemuria, in the 
west; the third is Hyperboria, in the north, which is 
still open. This will close when the white magicians 
come out of Atlantis. Then its purification by water 
commences. The fourth window Atlantis herself 
will close, when the fifth race is born. The races will 
always reproduce themselves in a triad of ten each, 
divided into root, sub, and family branches. This 
unfolding will cause much sorrow and misery in the 
future. There will be for ages strong hatred be 
tween the black, red, yellow and white men. They 
will wage war upon each other unceasingly." 

" Since this is race destiny and cannot be avoided, 
of what use is the sacrifice and effort of the Brother 
hood? It does not seem to make humanity either 
wiser or better." 



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" Many an inquiring mind has thought the same, 
and many a time in future must this question be an 
swered. Know, then, that individual man is the 
microcosm. He has within himself all the possibil 
ities accorded to his race, and his own life must move 
in the same cycle. Initiation teaches him how to 
harmonize himself with these laws. The ten planets 
of the solar system correspond to the labors decreed 
for finding the Way. Astrology is simply the meta 
physical aspect of astronomy. Before man becomes 
an adept, he must undergo the ten trials. When he 
has done this through three successive incarnations, 
he is allowed to personate the attributes of divinity, 
and becomes a real savior of the world." 

" Is he permitted to check the course of race con 
dition itself? " 

" He does not check it. He crystallizes the idea 
dominating the race, and transmutes it to higher 
planes. Under such conditions, what appears to be 
defeat is really victory. But thou art to remember 
that these heroes descend to the earth according to 
orderly periods of time. Frequently through one 
man countless multitudes are affected. Think, then, 
how important it is that a chosen one shall lead to 
the higher walks. Remember also the duality of 
everything." 

Tradition preserves the widespread results of this 
teaching. It is found first in the ten phases of the 
self-development of Ra, in the ten avatars of Vishnu, 
in the ten labors of Hercules, the ten Sephiroth, the 
ten Norse worlds, in the ten laws on the tablets of 
stone, wherever given, in the knighthoods of the Holy 
Grail and Golden Fleece. It was lost sight of when 
the age of chivalry passed. In geometry, it was en- 



194 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

circling the square; in chemistry, it was the making 
of alchemical gold. 

" The wise man rules his stars, the fool obeys 
them," resumed Akaza, as he lifted the horoscope, 
and displayed the Grand Man of the Cosmos, figured 
in the center of the table by incised black lines on the 
ivory surface. The numbers and signs of the ten 
planets were marked on the left side. The numbers 
ran from top to bottom in succession, while the signs 
began at the bottom and ran upward. 

A wide, round crown, like the rings of Saturn, 
surrounded the head. It emitted seven triangular 
rays, in the center of which was number one and the 
signet of the Brotherhood. 

' We are all here," said Yermah, smiling, but 
showing surprise in finding that the numbers and 
signs of the planets were marked in different parts of 
the body, accompanied by his own and his comrades' 
names. It was a full-faced figure, and in the center 
of the forehead where the flowing hair parted, was 
Akaza's name, a figure two, and the sign of Uranus. 

'' This is a Karmic chart," said Akaza. " I aim 
by it to supply discriminative knowledge." 

" Over the heart thou hast the sign of Saturn, and 
the figure three with Keroecia's name. What does 
this signify? " 

" Keroecia typifies the occult mysteries. Her mis 
sion is to guide the world to love through chastening 
sorrows." 

" I am the crosier in the right hand," exclaimed 
the Dorado, finding his name, the sign of Jupiter, 
and a figure four in the right hand of the drawing. 

" Thou art Valor, and thy duty is to subdue the 
earth." 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 195 

" Orondo is the sword in the left hand. He has 
the sign of Mars and a figure five beneath his 
name." 

" Yes. Orondo is destructive force. His fate 
decrees that he shall disappear like illusory imagina 
tion." 

" Over the stomach is Ildiko's name, the moon, 
and a figure six. Does that mean that she has de 
signs on Mars? " asked Yermah, jokingly. 

" Whatever glamour she casts will be in vain. It 
will avail her nothing," responded Akaza, smiling, 
also. " Setos, thou seest, is the right knee. His 
number is seven, and his planet the earth itself. De 
sire for pomp and glory is his weakness." Both men 
laughed heartily. 

"Poor Setos," said Yermah; "his vanity is pro 
digious." 

" Alcamayn is the left knee, marked number eight, 
and the planet Venus. Saturn will exterminate him, 
as the desire for sensuous beauty is destroyed by ini 
tiation. Over the generative organs is the sign 
Mercury and a figure nine, with Rahula's name, as 
thou seest. She is my antipode," said Akaza. " She 
is knowledge inverted, and what she bequeaths to 
men will prove fatal to them." 

" Atlantis is under the feet, marked number ten, 
with our beloved trident, and the cross and circle of 
love," exclaimed the younger man with enthusiasm. 

As Akaza replaced the horoscope, he said: 

'' We have been studying three triads, represented 
by our fellows. The upper one is thyself, Keroecia 
and myself; the second, is Orondo, Ildiko and Setos; 
while the third is Rahula, Alcamayn and Atlantis. 
Dost thou understand the meaning of Azoth? " 



196 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

" I fear to affirm knowledge of this, lest it have a 
hidden significance which is unknown to me." 

" Azoth is the space between the luminaries and 
the earth. Heat and light vibrate from the sun, but 
it must function through the photosphere of the earth 
before it is visible to us. Dost thou know that be 
tween the earth's photosphere and the sun it is 
dark?" 

" It appears to our eyesight as dark," was the 
cautious answer. Akaza smiled. 

" Well then, know that this nonluminous medium 
(astral light) preserves the imprint of things visible, 
and the aspect of the daily heavens is reflected there. 
It is in this substance that the mother's fancy or crav 
ings are transmitted and impressed upon the unborn 
child. 

" The various atmospheric influences are conveyed 
through the same medium. By the fact of birth a 
child enters into universal harmony of the sidereal 
system. A network of light extends from sphere to 
sphere and there is no point on any planet or star to 
which one of these indestructible threads is not at 
tached. 1 

" Men bear the seal of their planets on their fore 
heads, and especially on their hands; animals, in their 
entire shape and characteristics; plants, in their leaves 
and in their seeds; minerals, in their veins and pe 
culiarities of fractures. 

" Infancy is dedicated to the sun ; childhood, to the 
moon; the age of puberty, to Mercury; youth, to 

1 The giant Gulliver bound in a net- work of threads by the 
Lilliputians is a familiar mythical form of the same belief 
Gulliver representing the whole human family with its net-work 
of desires and illusions. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 197 

Mars and Venus; mature years, to Jupiter; and old 
age, to Saturn." 

The head of man is shaped on the model of the 
starry spheres. It attracts and repels. It is this 
which is first formed, and appears in the gestation of 
the infant. The head is affected in an absolute man 
ner by astral influences, and its diverse protuberances 
bear witness to the variety of these attractions. 

" ' All the misery of the world is written in the 
northern sky,' " quoted Yermah, from a familiar 
saying. " But how fascinating is Nature's book, 
with its golden letters ! It was a poetic mind truly 
which gave us the science of astrology by tracing the 
lines from one star to another with his mind's eye." 

" Shooting-stars are like the soul of desire and the 
Divine-self separated from our bodies. They al 
ways seek the center to recover equilibrium and mo 
tion. The soul, corresponding to the folds of Azoth 
(astral light) which surrounds and imprisons these 
meteors, must be disentangled, in order that the spirit 
may escape from the impurities still clinging to it. 
This is the magnum opus, or completed labor." 

Yermah moved a little nearer, to enable him to 
follow the direction of the caduceus in Akaza's hand. 
He saw that the horoscope was for Atlantis in the 
near future. 

" At the last vernal equinox the Lord of Day was 
about to leave the abode of the Lion. He now 
stands between this house and that of the Virgin in 
the celestial zodiac. In such aspect, he is approach 
ing the fiery house of the Scorpion. When he has 
gone twenty-five times in the first lunation of cold 



198 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

and is still within two markings of the meridian, 
Poseidon's reign will terminate." 

" Dost thou mean that I am then to become an 
actual ruler? " was the first question which came in 
voluntarily to Yermah's lips. 

" Yes. The new moon at that time opens the way 
for the dispensation so long foretold by our prophets. 
We are about to see the literal interpretation of this 
revelation : ' I will cause the sun to go down at noon, 
and I will darken the earth in the clear day. The 
moon shall change its laws, and not be seen at its 
proper period. Many chiefs among the stars of au 
thority shall err, perverting their ways and works.' 

" The comet, now faint above the horizon, comes 
forward with terrific force, and will cast its blight on 
Venus and Mars. Soon this portent will be discerned 
in the heavens and then the people must prepare for 
change. 

" At the time of the full moon, Saturn rises in the 
first house, in conjunction with the visitor presaging 
a national calamity. The path of the vagrant is such 
as to form conjunction with Venus, and, finally, to 
reach the vicinity of Mars the fiery planet which 
rules Poseidon's land. 

" This configuration shows that the rulers have 
prostituted their authority, instead of leading men 
righteously by precept and example. 

' The minds of all the people have become in 
tensely evil, and they have been given to all forms 
of wickedness. 

" The cohesive strength of Mars which binds the 
land, is broken and dispersed. 

" At the new moon, seismic disturbances will be of 
continual occurrence; and as Mars is in the watery 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 199 

sign, so there is war in the earth's interior between 
uncontrolled water and fire." 

" So," said Yermah, " the elementals of earth, air, 
fire and water, that have been in sore bondage under 
black masters, are to gather and blend their forces to 
overthrow their former oppressors. So be it I Long 
hast thou waited for this." 

" At the full moon, when she meets the opposition 
of the sun, these forces culminate. Then the crest 
of angry waters, which the elements have lashed into 
fury, sweeps grandly and majestically onward. The 
new moon is formed while the luminaries are in op 
position to Jupiter and Neptune. This is but an 
other indication of trouble in the country, because 
Jupiter and Neptune are in the fourth house." 

Akaza indicated the places on the horoscope. 

" Already this influence is beginning to be felt by 
Poseidon. He is encouraging our people to perform 
imposing magical incantations publicly. The first 
and second warnings were given when Ruta and 
Daitya sank beneath the ocean ages ago, one after 
another, with a long dispensation between. He 
should have known better than to trust the tempo 
rary defeat of our Brotherhood. It was an unfor 
tunate day for Poseidon and Atlantis when the last 
remnant, led by the prophet, left there." 

" The mid-heavens show Uranus and Mercury in 
conjunction or they will be so at the time midway 
between the new and the full moon," said Yermah, 
as he hastily calculated the positions in the tenth 
house. 

" This is a further token of the strained mental 
attitude of the rulers, who will make a frantic effort 
to retain their power. The exact conjunction marks 



200 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

the complete overthrow of the magicians, and frees 
the elemental slaves. The activity displayed by the 
physical world draws each one back to its own par 
ticular element, and a righteous judgment ensues." 

Akaza clasped his hands in front of him on the 
table, as Yermah shifted his position, and said: 

" Thou art in truth fortunate, because the last dec 
ade has developed extreme luxury and selfishness in 
Atlantis." 

" The conjunction of Venus and Mars, afflicted by 
the comet, would indicate that," responded Yermah, 
referring to the map. 

" Mercury in sextile aspect to Venus, in the ninth 
house, implies a mental religion colored by the na 
ture of Venus. The aspect of Mars adds to this a 
warlike element, and that which appeals to the pas 
sions." 

He paused for a moment in intense thought, then 
continued : 

" As the conjunction of Mercury with Uranus is 
made, all religion is lost. The moon signifies the 
people the sun, their rulers. Thou seest that 
both are opposed to justice and right (Jupiter) and 
true wisdom (Neptune). The power to remedy 
this situation is refused, and retribution advances un 
opposed." 

Seeing that Akaza had finished, Yermah ventured 
to ask: 

" Does my future stand revealed in this calcula 
tion?" 

" Jupiter speaks for thee in the fourth house. 
Thy physical body is linked with the land of thy 
birth, and thy return thereto denoted." 

" Thou hast my gratitude, Akaza. Grant that I 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 201 

may cross over the dark way; that I may enter and 
go out of the Hall of Truth with thee for a guide." 

" The Ineffable One, Maker of all things, be thy 
protection," responded Akaza, as both men arose. 

** Thou wilt smoke and so will I, while I make 
ready for our repose," said Yermah, moving about. 
" I have husks and tobacco in my discarded mantle," 
he continued, trying to find its pockets. 

" I can please my fancy better," said Akaza, go 
ing back to a plain cupboard, and producing from its 
shelves two bronze water-pipes, identical with those 
used by the Chinese to-day. He found also, a 
chamois pouch of fine-cut tobacco. Filling the bowl 
with water, he put a tiny pinch of tobacco in the top 
of the tube, and lighted it by the lamp sitting near. 
He puffed three times, emptied the pipe, and re 
peated the process. 

Yermah denied himself until he had spread out 
the rugs, and had placed the cushions so that he and 
Akaza could sleep side by side. 

When he sat down to smoke, the young man re 
alized how tired he was. The excitement of the 
day, his exertion, and the rain, caused him to yawn 
frequently. It was a sign of healthy reaction which 
pleased the hierophant. 

Finally, unable to fight drowsiness longer, Yermah 
threw himself down, and was soon in deep slumber. 
He stretched out with the abandon and relaxation of 
a contented mind, throwing one arm up above his 
head, while his hair spread over the cushions. 

Akaza watched beside him for a long time. He 
slept like a child, and the old man looked at him with 
as much tenderness as ever a mother displayed over 
the cradle of her first-born. 



202 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

Fondness for Yermah was his one weakness. 
Alone in the cave at midnight, he indulged it. With 
out balance and discrimination, this might be mere 
sentimentality or mawkish sweetness. In the spir 
itual man, however, balance and discrimination must 
of necessity be present. 

Therefore, in Akaza love was strong and firm, as 
well as tender, wise and far-sighted. Seeing clearly 
amid the illusions around him, his love welcomed 
even pain for its object, when by suffering Yermah 
could gain treasures, and powers and gifts everlast 
ing. He would lift no finger to frustrate the need 
ful work, yet was rent by greater anguish than Yer 
mah himself. 

Seeing farther and more clearly, he had strength 
to await the end, giving meanwhile all the sympathy 
and help of the truest affection. 

Akaza was sitting with his eyes closed really 
dozing when he became suddenly aware of a pres 
ence. He looked toward the entrance of the cave, 
and encountered a pair of yellow eyes glaring at him 
in the semi-darkness. 

He was so startled that he gained his feet in an 
attitude of defense. The eyes gradually lowered, 
and in a moment Akaza heard a sniffing noise. Be 
fore he could cry out the long, tawny body of Oghi 
came into full view. 

The animal had its head down and was tracking 
its master. Akaza watched Oghi approach the 
sleeping man with unerring instinct. 

"What is it, Akaza? Dear master, why hast 
thou not slept? " Yermah asked, sitting bolt upright, 
not more than half-awake. Oghi beat the ground 
with his tail, and made a peculiar sneezing sound to 



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attract attention. It was his way of showing pleasure. 

" He loves thee, also," said Akaza, as Yermah 
patted the animal on the head. He was on his feet 
in a moment. 

"Oghi! Here, sir!" called the Dorado, recov 
ering the chain which had been dragged through the 
mud. " How could he get in here? " 

" We will tie him to one of the brass staples 
leaded into the wall at the entrance," returned Akaza, 
" and then we can find out." 

Oghi made no resistance as he was led to the spot 
indicated. 

" He has dug in under these shutters," said Yer 
mah, as he held the light so that his companion could 
see. " How could he have known I was here? " 

As he spoke the ocelot shook himself, and was 
about to lie lown. 

" Let me fix him a bed," said his master; " he is a 
good fellow. There sir I " 

Hastily gathering up some rush mats, Yermah 
threw them down in a pile. Oghi could not say 
" Thank you," but he signified it the best way that 
he could. With a final affectionate pat on the head, 
Yermah turned and followed Akaza. 

" Come to bed with me," he urged. " Conscience 
forbids my sleeping while thou art denied rest." 

Akaza yielded to persuasion; and when Yermah 
had deftly tucked the rugs about him, and placed the 
cushions, after shaking them up thoroughly, so that 
Akaza declared himself comfortable, he extinguished 
all lights but one, and cuddled up close beside the 
elder man, with his right arm thrown protectingly 
over him. 

A few moments afterward, both were fast asleep. 



CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

A TRIUMPH AND A WORDLESS COVENANT 

ON leaving Tlamco, Keroecia was carried up 
the Sacramento River by the fleet of the 
Azes, until nearly opposite the mouth of 
Antelope Creek, where she was met by a company of 
Monbas warriors and given escort to Anokia, their 
capital city, situated south of Lassen Peak. 

At a distance of from five to eight miles from the 
false base of the Sierras, is a range of isolated hills 
which form an irregular belt of elevation, separated 
from the main chain by an intervening plain. 

It was here that Anokia was built, in a rocky am 
phitheater at the head of a stream which flows back 
directly northeast from its source toward the axis of 
the principal mountain chain. 

The kettle-like form at the head of the valley 
opened on the north, and extended in a huge semi 
circle to the river below. Opposite the opening 
stood Lassen Peak, either as a grim protector, or in 
frowning distrust, according to the interpretation 
given to the mountain's inscrutable mood. 

There were several small domes and pinnacles on 
the east side of the peak, and, in some places, the 
granite rim formed a beautifully striped parapet of 
bedded rock. Portions of the stone were thin 
enough for the sunlight to penetrate the crevices, and 
to throw faint but effective shadows on the layers of 
brilliant colors. 

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THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 205 

The more solid sections of the wall afforded a 
magnificent view of the surrounding crest of the 
Sierras which here spread out like a giant harrow 
overturned against the vast horizon. 

Evergreen trees and undergrowth fringed the 
tooth-shaped outlines which the blue haze softened 
and blended perfectly with the lighter tones over 
head, and blurred deep and heavy in the interesting 
glades and canyons. 

The whole region presented a complicated system 
of sharp ridges, with immense circular cavities be 
tween, as if the entire country had suddenly cooled 
while boiling violently. 

From out this mass, rose bold rivers which trick 
led along for some distance ; then, gaining in volume 
and velocity, rushed madly across the intervening 
plains to mingle their clear icy waters with the tur 
bid, debris-laden Sacramento. 

Much of the land surface was reddened and dis 
colored by the oxidization contained in the subsoil; 
and over it all was the brown and yellow color- 
scheme of the long, rainless summer months. 

There were live oaks in the foothills, white oaks 
in the valleys, with pale, yellowish-green moss fes 
tooning the gnarled limbs, and swaying in the breeze. 

The long acorns had been gathered and stored for 
future use. Tules covering the swampy shallows 
this side of the narrow timber belt on the river, were 
brown and seared. The wild grape vines were 
loaded with ripe fruit and each patch of wild oats 
had long since shed its grain. 

Here and there a white swan glided by in stately 
dignity on waters so clear that the fish could be seen ; 
while the sycamores, oaks, and willows afforded 



206 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

shelter to a chattering family of magpies, blue] ays, 
blackbirds, crows and turkey buzzards. A hawk 
poised itself in mid-air watching a chance to seize a 
meadow lark; while the sandhill-cranes, ducks, and 
geese disported themselves in the sloughs. 

In the less frequented parts of the valley, lumber 
ing mastodons and hippopotami mingled with grizzly 
bears, elk, antelope, deer and diminutive wild horses. 
They were screened from view by scrub oak and pine 
whose northern exposure was rich in yellow moss. 
Here was found plenty of bur-clover and bunch- 
grass, both of which were withered by the hot sum 
mer wind and sun. Shocks of corn and piles of 
fodder, still cluttered the parched ground, bearing 
mute, but eloquent testimony of the recent invasion 
of an army of painstaking reapers. 

California in her brown coat is a promise fulfilled 
a matured and sobered land, somewhat stern and 
forbidding of aspect, and set in her ways, but rich 
beyond compare in the abundance and variety of her 
harvest yield. 

Despite the shimmering, blistering heat, schools of 
salmon had been shooting the rapids and whirlpools 
of the Sacramento, hastening to the shallows. It was 
their spawning time. They fearlessly deserted the 
deep pools and were piled in an indiscriminate mass 
in the ripples. 

Animated by a kind of fury the fish were beating 
the sands with their tails. Sometimes, the female 
would wear her fins off entirely in this occupation. 
Then she deposited her eggs in the coarse gravel; 
but the greedy trout pounced upon and ate them as 
fast as laid if not prevented by the male salmon. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 207 

When Yermah returned to laqua after spending 
the night in the cave with Akaza, he found a mes 
senger from Kercecia, inviting him to attend her 
birthday fete. 

In addition to the autographed letter was an 
elaborately decorated flower-pot filled with a bunch 
of white, strawlike blossoms, on slender, cottony 
stems, with little or no foliage. To-day the French 
call this modest flower the " Immortelle " ; the Span 
ish, in their soft language, say " Siempre Viva"; 
while in English, it is the u Everlasting." 

" Never ceasing to remember," murmured the Do 
rado, as he examined the flowers and recognized 
their significance. 

Yermah understood that Keroecia had wished to 
send him a perfect plant, and had selected this, not 
only for its sentiment, but also because of its ability 
to stand the rough usage of a journey. 

He undid the tiny roll of parchment tied to one of 
the stems. 

It said: " Though I have not the loveliness of the 
rose, am I not grass from the garden where it 
grows? " 

He kissed the written words and with his own 
hands carried the flower-pot into his private apart 
ments. Never afterward, as long as he remained at 
laqua, was he without a sprig of this plant. 

The first of August was Keroecia's birthday, and 
this particular celebration of the event was to be of 
unusual brilliancy. It was also the great harvest 
festival of the year which always brought forth 
elaborate preparations by the mountaineers. 



208 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

The peculiar kettle-shape at the head of the Val 
ley where Anokia was built, formed three sides of the 
amphitheater where the games were to be held. 

It had a ragged, uneven surface, like the lips of a 
crater, which the Monbas stone-cutters had skill 
fully turned to account in constructing a pavilion on 
the south side, canopied and gay with flags, banners 
and silk lanterns. Rubble walls, provided with seats 
cut into the stone, closed the north side. Here a wide 
entrance was left. 

Seats rose in a continuous circle, tier upon tier, 
until thousands could have found accommodation. 
The goals for the racers, the pole in the center, and 
each spire and battlement on the walls displayed 
flags. The sanded floor had been wet and packed 
down smooth and hard. 

For an hour or more the crowds had been coming 
in, quietly and decorously as became men, women 
and children in holiday dress. 

Without warning, eight forerunners dashed 
through the entrance and sped around the ring, 
shouting at the top of their voices. 

" Hoop-ah 1 Hoop-ah ! Hoop-ah ! " cried the 
first pair. 

" Hye ! Hye ! Hye ! Hye ! " said the second. 

" Ho-ra ! Ho-ra ! " called the third. 

" O-h ! O-h ! " sharply piped the fourth pair, 
moving the forefinger rapidly over the lips, and pro 
longing the piercing sound. 

They were naked save a white linen band girding 
the loins and tied tightly in front. Their long, loose 
hair quivered with motion as they sped around the 
ring nerved to the highest tension by the shouts of 
the multitude. 



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Suddenly the whole city seemed to wake into 
noisy, turbulent expectancy. A heavy br-r-r of 
kettledrums, a sharp click of castanets, a blare of 
trumpets, and the higher notes of flutes and 
fifes announced the approach of Kercecia and her 
guests. 

With heads bent, the runners pulled themselves 
together for a final effort. It was a point of honor 
to reach the entrance as Keroecia arrived there. The 
multitude understood this, and cheered lustily as the 
men ranged themselves in even rows, four on each 
side, at the exact instant that Keroecia reached the 
threshold. She had time to throw a badge to each 
one, before they sank into the arms of attendants 
breathless and completely exhausted. 

The " Hymn of Triumph " was caught up by the 
crowd and carried high above the combined efforts 
of the musicians, as the populace worked their fore 
fingers over their lips, and followed the melody with 
all of the lung-power possible. 

Keroecia was attended by Ben Hu Barabe and his 
bride, Alcyesta, on one side, with Suravia and 
Mineola on the other, followed by Yermah, attended 
by Setos and Alcamayn on the right; Rahula and 
Ildiko on the left. 

Arriving at the pavilion, Keroecia was received by 
the priesthood of Anokia, who crowned her Queen 
of the Harvest, by placing a wreath of heads of ripe 
grain upon her brow. They gave her a cornstalk, 
also, which supported two ripe ears, the whole gayly 
decorated with ribbons. 

As soon as Keroecia received this emblem of plenty 
she waved it high over her head, and the whole mul 
titude uncovered, tossing their round, pointed, conical 



210 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

hats high into the air and shouted : " Ho-ra ! Ho-ra 1 
Ho-ra!" 

The day was yet young, but the tamanes took ad 
vantage of the confusion while seating the proces 
sion in the pavilion to unfurl the canopies overhead, 
and the people made themselves comfortable under 
thick tapa-cloth awnings. 

On the ground directly in front of the pavilion, 
were squares of black and white marble. Upon 
these the Monbas priests prepared to play the game 
of u Stone- Warrior," a quaint, allegorical Pilgrim's 
Progress, typical of the journey of life, one mile-post 
of which Keroecia was passing. 

Bringing up the rear of the procession were four 
horsemen dressed in green, with green trappings on 
their mounts; four tapirs caparisoned in red; four 
war-chariots in yellow; and twelve foot-soldiers in 
black. 

There were two Priests of the Bow, dressed in 
white. This company divided one half taking 
one end of the board, and the other half, the other 
end. Six foot-soldiers stood on the black squares, 
three on each side of the Priests of the Bow. 

The two tapirs, horsemen and chariots, lined up 
evenly on the ground back of the men in black. The 
object of the game was to cross the board diagonally 
from end to end capturing as many men as possi 
ble on the way. The first side to place three foot- 
soldiers in a row was the winner. In no circum 
stance was a man in black to touch a white square. 
He must always keep on the black square. 

A throw of dice determined the movements of the 
participants. Five moved the Priest of the Bow, 
and he could go forward and backward as he pleased, 



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but he was liable to be caught around the waist and 
flung off the board the same as the men in black. 

A four-spot moved the tapir. This meant that 
one man moved forward four blocks, while the tapirs 
headed for the four cardinal points, to denote the 
number of times they had been moved. 

Three spots moved the horsemen; two, the char 
iots; and one, the -men in black. 

The musicians played a lively air. Then the game 
began. 

Groups of priests stood on each side shouting in 
structions, warnings and words of encouragement to 
the players, who were obliged to follow the lead of 
their Priest of the Bow. Only the first two moves 
depended on the dice; after that is was every player 
for himself, counting in succession, five, four, three, 
two, one. 

It was a strange sight for the spectator. Appar 
ently, without any good reason, the horsemen, the 
tapirs and the chariots were wheeling north, south, 
east and west, while the black men pushed forward 
rapidly, seizing and flinging one another off the board, 
until, finally, a mighty shout went up, and three men 
in black stood in a row facing Keroecia. 

The tapirs, chariots and all but one horseman of 
the vanquished side had gone over to the victors, 
while on the board there were but two black men and 
the Priest of the Bow to oppose the winners. 

" Beaten by a headless band ! Bah ! Bah ! Bah ! " 
vociferated the adherents of the victors. 

" Score five against them! " was the imperious de 
mand of the vanquished. The cazique hammered 
vigorously on the big copper gong, while the trump 
eters blew three sharp blasts as a signal to clear the 



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grounds, and as if by magic every block of marble 
went with the crowd. 

From the judges' stand, opposite the pavilion, ran 
up a banner, with figures in black on a white ground. 
It awarded the game by two points, giving red rib 
bons to the three foot-soldiers who had gained the 
coveted goal. 

" We are obliged to count five against the victors, 
since they lost their Priest of the Bow after their 
first move. Had they protected him, they would 
have won all possible points." 

Mingled cries of " Ho-ra ! Ho-ra ! " and " Bah ! 
Bah! Bah! " greeted this announcement. 

The Baggataway players next appeared, led by 
Setos, Alcamayn, Hanabusa, and ten gamy Azes, 
followed by Ben Hu Barabe with twelve athletic- 
looking Monbas. This was their national game, and 
Ben Hu Barabe felt a pardonable pride in his men as 
he led them into position. 

At each end of the field were the goals, indicated 
by two poles twelve feet high and half as far apart. 
There was also a center pole of equal height mid- 
distant between the end goals. All were surmounted 
by flags. 

Each of the players was armed with a stick flat 
tened at the end, and the intention was to drive the 
rubber ball into goal between the enemy's posts. 

The Monbas defended, while the Azes attacked. 
A noisy, chattering, bantering, betting crowd surged 
up and down on each side of the players, piling up 
articles of every description as their respective sides 
seemed on the point of either winning or losing. 



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The attack and defense strained every nerve, keep 
ing the twenty-four players constantly on the move. 
Here, a man races with another; there, he makes a 
prodigious throw up field; and, before any one knows 
what has happened the battle has been transferred, 
and the Azes stand fair to lose. 

Alcamayn runs full against his antagonist, and 
both come to the ground together; while Setos fells 
his opponent by a sharp blow over the head. The 
fallen player is carried bleeding and unconscious 
from the field just as the Monbas rescue the ball, and 
send it with a triumphant shout through the goal 
which wins them the game. 

" Foul ! foul ! " screamed the on-lookers. " The 
Azes shall not have a point. They play unfairly." 

A shouting, gesticulating, seething mass of men and 
women surged around the judges' stand. 

" Give us justice ! " they demanded. The cazique 
pounded the gong madly. Finally, he could make 
himself heard above the din and noise. 

" Hear thy priestess! " he called. " She begs that 
thou wilt remember thy duty and the occasion. There 
are many reasons why we feel grateful to the Azes. 
Judgment is suspended. All bets are invalid. Go 
back to thy seats and be quiet. The Monbas won 
their game with honor. Be content with that." 

It was well for Setos and Alcamayn that Yermah 
was preparing for an archery contest with Ben Hu 
Barabe and Hanabusa and was therefore ignorant of 
the cause of the offense. The officers of the balsas, 
the warriors, and the other players among the Azes, 
instinctively huddled together, humiliated and 
ashamed, but silent. 



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A plaited disk of straw having a central circle of 
yellow nine inches in diameter, surrounded by rings 
of red, blue, black and white, was hung up on the 
center pole. 

The Monbas served Yermah and Hanabusa with 
arrows, while the Azes performed a similar office 
for Ben Hu Barabe. 

During the years spent in the Atlantian colonies, 
the Dorado had been the actual head of the fighting 
men; but this was the first time he had been called 
upon to show his skill in bow-craft to the Azes. 

The fame of Ben Hu Barabe was spread far and 
wide, and the Monbas waited with smiling concern as 
to the outcome. Hanabusa had won his position 
with the bowstring, but Yermah's capabilities were 
unknown. 

The stubborn pride of three races was in the strug 
gle, and bitter defeat awaited some one. It was 
strictly a war function. There were precision, rigid 
enforcement of rules, and exactness in the attitude in 
which the warriors stood motionless and impas 
sive, while the three contestants marched in step to 
warlike music through the entrance and halted at the 
first vantage-ground. 

The three men bowed and smiled in recognition of 
the plaudits showered upon them right and left, as 
they watched for the signal. A refreshing breeze 
fanned their faces and set all the flags in motion. 

Yermah was in full regimentals as commander-in- 
chief. Scarlet, purple, gold, and green were his col 
ors; but they were blended with all the skill of the 
ancients, so that they fitly set his personality. 

Ben Hu Barabe showed his insignia as Civil Chief 



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and defender of Anokia, while Hanabusa was re 
splendent in feathers and jewels. 

Yermah felt that he was the doubtful one. His 
glance rested for a moment on the anxious faces of 
his followers, but he was cool, confident and col 
lected. There was something magnetically infec 
tious in his encouraging smile, and before he had 
touched a bow, he had the undivided attention of the 
assemblage. 

Hanabusa and Ben Hu Barabe seemed dwarfed 
beside him. His easy, nonchalant bearing, his un 
conscious grace were never more conspicuous. Still, 
Yermah was an alien. He stood in their midst a 
stranger, and fully comprehended that the loyalty of 
his own men would be severely tried if he failed to 
acquit himself with credit. 

Over in the pavilion were a pair of luminous, mas 
tic brown eyes, with glints of bronze in their depths, 
which were bent upon him eagerly. He could feel 
them drawing him in that direction, but he did not 
trust himself to return their questioning gaze. 

There were neither knots, gnarls, nor cracks in the 
waxy brown six-foot hunting bow of continuous 
straight-grained mulberry used in the first trial. Its 
tips were of polished elk-horn, and there was a green 
chamois handhold in the center of the elaborate carv 
ing. The well-seasoned hickory arrows, forty inches 
long and as smooth as glass, carried flint-heads three 
and a half inches wide, and two inches broad, with 
sharp saw-teeth edges. There was a trinity of pea 
cock feather vanes outlined in parabola above the 
notch end. 

Courtesy gave Yermah the first shot. As he 



216 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

pulled a stout buckskin shield over his right hand, 
he looked full into Keroecia's face. His eyes said: 
" Trust me. I shall not fail." 

Under the inspiration of her answering nod, he 
quickly raised the bow from the ground and placed 
it against his knee-cap, thereby securing a good pur 
chase. With an upward body movement, he drew 
the long bow to its fullest capacity, faced the target 
and let fly. 

Like the arrow of Acestes, which caught fire as it 
flew, or the dart of Abaris, which is the wisdom of 
concentrated thought, this winged thing sang through 
the air, and imbedded itself in the blue ring above 
the center, where it rocked violently from the shock 
of impact. 

" Yermah of Tlamco, scores five at elevation of 
forty-five degrees; drawing force, one hundred and 
thirty pounds." 

The tally-keeper in the judges' stand droned the 
words after the official scorer. Then the people 
seemed to catch their breath. 

" What skill ! " said one, pointing to the still quiv 
ering arrow. " What strength I " cried another, 
while the men of Tlamco, but lately humbled, lifted 
their heads proudly and looked with admiration at 
their leader. 

The exertion flushed Yermah's face, but there was 
that in his expression which seemed to augur better 
things. He had yet to prove himself; so he re 
newed his efforts with energy and determination. 

The second shot sent the arrow into the red ring 
below goal, and nearly opposite the blue, scoring 
seven points. 

" Here is fine aiming ! " said the judges to one an- 



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other, while the spectators leaned forward in strained 
positions and watched intently. 

There was just the shadow of a smile around Yer- 
mah's mouth, as he bent for the final shot. 

" Ping ! " murmured the third arrow as it hit ex 
act center. 

" Haille ! Haille ! " shouted the Azes. " Haille I 
Haille ! " responded the Monbas, catching the enthu 
siasm, and complimenting their visitors by adopting 
their cry. 

The whole crowd were on their feet, all talking at 
once, not paying the slightest attention to the tellers 
and scorers, who rushed about bawling the result. 

" Five seven nine are the points; twenty-one 
for final score," they said. 

Yermah flung down his bow and stepped aside to 
make room for his competitors. He stood helmet in 
hand, wiping his brow, pleased with the warming 
sentiment manifested toward him. 

" Hanabusa, the Azes, scores three, five and seven. 
Fifteen for final count." 

" Ben Hu Barabe can do better," was said on all 
sides, as Hanabusa made way for him. 

" Now the Azes will learn how to shoot! " 

" He will never equal the first score," said other 
archers. " The Atlantian is a fine bowman." 

Ben Hu Barabe bent to his task. He sent his 
first arrow with a vim and energy which bespoke long 
familiarity and constant practice. He, too, made a 
center shot, but it was the upper edge of the gold 
disk which received the barb ; next time, the red ring 
suffered; but the final shot sped feebly, and barely 
indented the black ring. 

" The first fort yields to the Azes," announced 



218 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

the judges. " Move on to the next coign of 
vantage." 

Now came the real test of skill. Here every man 
was interested, because they all made use of the bow 
and arrow themselves. The first trial was of 
strength, but this would require finesse and nicety of 
calculation. Hundreds of the spectators left their 
seats and crowded around the contestants. 

Extremely light, highly elastic but tough yew 
from the forests of Oregon was substituted for the 
heavier bow of the chase; and the arrows had finely 
pointed obsidian heads, notched and smooth, but 
sharp as a needle. 

Yermah looked well to the sweetness of his clear, 
clean, lemon-colored bow. When satisfied that it 
had the requisite softness of flexure and recoil, and 
that the arrows were properly seasoned, he placed 
one on the left side of the bow, above, and resting 
on the forefinger knuckle of the clenched left hand, 
with its notch set on the string. 

The first three fingers of the right hand hooked 
around the string, keeping the arrow-notch between 
the first and second. Extending the left arm vigor 
ously but steadily, Yermah drew the string back with 
his right hand to just below the chin and loosed. 

He stood with his left shoulder toward the target, 
looking straight in that direction, having the heels 
well apart, and toes turned out, leaving his legs 
straight, but not stiff. Raising his bow gracefully 
with the left hand, he drew the arrow four-fifths of 
its length, aimed over the arrow-tip, drew again, and 
let fly! 

The spectators were quick to see that he made the 
four points perfectly. Each element of the draw, 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 219 

aim, finish, and loose required the greatest nicety 
of execution; yet, he sped the arrows with almost in 
credible swiftness. 

When shooting three at once, Yermah used the 
three sights center, above and below aim-points. 
His control of the loose was so accurate, he under 
stood the variation of vision between the right 
and left eye so well, that he drove all three arrows 
into the gold within a quarter of an inch of each 
other ! 

By the rules, he must aim above center at one 
hundred yards, and there was not one of the seventy- 
two arrows, whether sped singly or in threes, that 
hit below the mark. At eighty yards he was 
obliged to aim blankly with the four dozen arrows 
loosed at this distance. He chose the outer circle 
of white, and planted his darts at equidistance 
around the entire circle. 

" But one more fort remains to be captured, and 
the Atlantian still leads," announced the judges. 
" Clear the enclosure ! Warriors, do your duty ! " 

With this, the men made a rush for their seats, 
not waiting for the spear-points the warriors were 
preparing to level at them. 

In the noise, confusion and excitement no one 
paid attention to the birds, perched on top of the 
pole supporting the target. There was a blue-jay, 
a raven, a white dove, and a green parrot, with 
strong cords attached to one leg of each, sitting on 
a crossbar or else on the gilt ball at the apex. Now 
every one suddenly remembered, and interest re 
doubled in the final score at the sixty-yard limit. 

" Yermah of Tlamco fails with two points out of 
twenty-four shots, below aim-point. Two are above 



220 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

the center line. Hanabusa looses six, and Ben Hu 
Barabe, four. Shall the victor take the citadel? " 

" Merit wins him a shot at the birds," came from 
all sides. 

" Yermah of Tlamco, wilt thou capture the citadel 
of our hearts by a final test of skill before being 
crowned with the yew wreath? " 

When he could make himself heard, Yermah signi 
fied his willingness to comply with this request. For 
the first time in an hour Keroecia caught sight of 
his face. It was pale, set and resolute, and she 
saw that the strain was telling on him. 

" The parrot shall cry thee aim, and must remain 
unharmed. Thou mayst kill the blue or the black 
bird, but thou must only release the peaceful dove. 
Wilt thou remember the conditions? " 

Satisfying this demand from the judges, Yermah 
came within range, and waited a favorable oppor 
tunity. By a sudden jerk of a cord extending down 
the side of the pole, the ball and crossbar began to 
revolve, and the birds were on the wing. 

" Chay! chay! chay! " shrieked the mocking, inso 
lent blue-jay. 

"Caw! caw! caw!" croaked the raven; while 
the parrot screamed banteringly; 

"Boy what ails thee? Come on! Ha! ha! ha! 
Oh, dear! Ah! ha! ha I Sit still! Who will 
catch thy barb? I'll catch it? Thou fool, never! " 
Then changing tone entirely to one of biting sarcasm: 

" Here's a pretty mess a pretty mess ! " There 
was silence for a time. Then in a thin, piping voice 
and ludicrous intonation : 

"I shall faint! I shall expire! Help! help!" 
screeched the bird. Then, she became sympathetic: 



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" That's bad, very bad ! What a poor shot ! 
Dear me ! Ha ! ha ! ha ! ha-ha-ha-ha ! Aim high ! 
aim low ! don't aim at all ! Ah ! ha I ha ! ha ! 
ha! ha! ha! ha!" 

The parrot was chained to the top of the pole, so 
that it could not fly. To make the aim more diffi 
cult the other birds were fastened by cords of unequal 
length. Each one must be freed by the arrow, and 
then the marksman must wing it before it escaped. 

The first liberated was the blue-jay. Yermah cut 
the cord neatly, and then hit the bird while it was 
still rising. The arrow fell near the base of the 
pole, bringing the right wing with it. 

The Dorado had won the yew wreath, and he now 
turned to the women's side of the pavilion for a 
signal. They could demand the last three shots. 
Would they do it? 

He waited for Keroecia to say. She was sur 
rounded by a perfect rabble, gesticulating, shouting 
and leaning eagerly toward her. 

Finally, she arose, and threw up her hand to com 
mand silence. In the lull, she turned to Yermah, 
who removed his helmet and inclined his head toward 
her, while she picked up a black flag and waved it. 

There was an answering shout and a cheer and 
Yermah prepared to shoot again. This time he 
aimed at the raven. He cut the cord near the pole, 
and its weight caused the bird to fly downward in an 
oblique line. Quick as a flash the second arrow sped, 
and the raven came down pierced through the heart. 

Once more the ball at the top was set whirling. 
The dove, seemingly more accustomed to this mo 
tion, rose slowly, so that the final arrow took off a 
toe, in severing the cord. The bird soared up in 



222 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

concentric circles, but long before the plaudits ceased, 
it was perched in exactly the same place from which 
it had risen. 

The Monbas and Azes fought and struggled with 
each other for the privilege of carrying the hero off 
the ground on their shoulders, while the musicians 
played the folk songs of the Azes. 

At this juncture, Setos, Alcamayn and Cezardis 
galloped into the ring, and began putting arrows 
into the target as they rode by. Round and round 
they went, sometimes shooting forward, more often 
backward, first on a leisurely gallop, then on a dead 
run. Suddenly they wheeled and headed for the 
entrance where they were met by Yermah, Hanabusa 
and Ben Hu Barabe, mounted on thoroughbreds, 
armed with shields, horn-bows and quivers full of 
murderous-looking arrows. 

" Hih! hih! hih! " chorused the multitude, as the 
horsemen made for the target, which was moving up 
and down while revolving. 

"Click-ety! click-ety! click-ety! click!" pattered 
the horses' hoofs in a fine burst of speed. 

" Wheel and fire ! " shouted the Dorado, suiting 
the action to the word when nearly opposite the disk. 

" P sh ! " whistled the arrows as they hit the 
target almost simultaneously. 

" Three arrows full tilt ! " was the next command, 
which was no sooner given than obeyed. 

" Backward shot three arrows ! Send them in 
to the pole; then circle it and pull them out." 

The horsemen were crisscrossing each other in 
every direction, flinging sand into one another's 
faces. The spirited animals were rearing and ca 
reering, standing on their hind-legs or sitting back 



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on their haunches while this maneuver was being 
executed. 

"A souvenir for the women before we go! Let 
every man of us put a dart into the post on a level 
with our heads. Then race out of here together." 

The horses bent themselves nearly double. With 
mouths open and nostrils distended, they responded 
to the impulse of bit and spur. While the spent ar 
rows were vibrating like whipcords, they plunged 
forward and raced for the entrance neck and neck, 
urged to their utmost capacity by the fire-crackers 
and bombs exploding at their heels. 

The people rose en masse, and shouted themselves 
hoarse, drowning the kettle-drums and gongs in the 
general uproar. In the midst of it the horsemen 
whirled and dashed back into the arena, in hot pur 
suit of Yermah, whose head was almost level with 
Cibolo's neck, as this splendid racer stretched himself 
over the ground. 

All the men had on wadded cotton tunics, covered 
with bull's-hide armor, put together in strips and 
riveted with brass bosses. They wore visored 
helmets, and carried circular shields of burnished 
bronze. Before they had encircled the ring, it 
was evident that it was a sham attack on Yermah. 
They tried to ride him down, but Cibolo foiled them 
with an instinct almost human. They often fired at 
the rider, but were never able to hit him. 

Yermah returned arrow for arrow, sometimes 
from behind his shield, sometimes forward, more 
often backward, single arrows, and three at a time. 
Throwing up his shield to protect himself, or dropping 
over on the side of his horse so there was but one leg 
over the saddle, on and on he went. 



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At an unexpected moment, Yermah wheeled and 
charged furiously, lassoing the horse ridden by Setos, 
and then, by a skillful maneuver and a daring leap, 
broke through the circle which had formed around 
him. 

He escaped into the tower of refuge a low semi 
circle in front of the pavilion taking his captive 
with him. 

When Yermah rode out to receive the yew wreath 
and red ribbon of valor, there was not an arrow in 
his armor nor a dent in his shield. He had escaped 
without a single scratch. 

While his name was on every one's lips, he 
modestly sought Keroecia. There were tears in her 
eyes, which welled over on the two bright red spots 
on either cheek, as she turned to greet him. Her 
lips trembled, but she smiled while giving him her 
hand. He sat down beside her almost equally over 
come. Close to her ear he said earnestly, and but 
little above a whisper: 

" I love thee. It is thine opinion I value. All 
else is naught." 

He read his triumph in her eyes; she heard the 
one declaration in the world for her. They were 
alone in the crowd, whose unheeded plaudits came 
to them in an impersonal sort of way. 

They had a few minutes' respite from the duties 
of the hour, a little season of quiet communion, while 
a feeling of adoration welled up from their hearts 
and submerged all the other senses. It created a 
halo about them and moistened the shining eyes gaz 
ing steadfastly at one another. Overpowering emo 
tion rendered them speechless, while the soul union, 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 225 

the mating of their real selves, was consummated 
in a wordless covenant. 

During the eloquent silence each had knowledge 
that the other had set up a shrine in the holy of 
holies of their being which none of the trials of 
after-life would desecrate, nor would either ever be 
capable of violating its sanctity. 

In this expression of love was that perfect blending 
of ideality and desire which is the very essence of 
marriage. It is the molding and cementing influences 
which, in fortunate cases, so dominates such intimate 
and close association that in old age they look, speak 
and act alike. Nor does death finally take one and 
leave the other. 

The skill and dexterity of the bowmen, the wild, 
fearless riding, the daring onslaughts, the imminent 
risk of life and limb smacked strongly enough of 
actual warfare to arouse the tiger which at our best 
moments only sleeps within us. 

Like true children of nature, these people entered 
with much zest into the ridiculous performances of 
a monkey and clown perched upon the backs of swift- 
paced burros. 

In the midst of this race, jugglers with balls, jave 
lins, disks and parasols, gave exhibitions of their 
skill, while heavy copper bars and hammers were 
tossed and flung about with apparent ease. It was 
a busy time with the gamblers and fortune-tellers, 
as well as with the venders of all kinds of trinkets. 

"Clang! clang! clang! clang!" sounded the big 
gong. 

" Clear the ring for the caribou race ! " shouted 
the cazique, as he clattered by on horseback. 



YERMAH, THE DORADO 



" Clear the ring, everybody 1 This is the women's 
race!" 

While the performers were scurrying about, obey 
ing this order by getting their belongings out of the 
way as rapidly as possible, three chariots were driven 
in, containing Keroecia, Ildiko and Alcyesta. 

" Yermah, the victorious, challenges for the high- 
priestess, Keroecia," announced the judges, as Yer 
mah advanced to the head of the priestess's team. 

In the deafening outburst following on all sides, 
the caribou became unmanageable, and it was several 
minutes before the entanglement could be straight 
ened out sufficiently to warrant further procedure. 

" Alcamayn of Tlamco, challenges for fair 
Ildiko." 

The little jeweler stepped out proudly and took 
a position in front of the state carriage of the Azes, 
the same ivory and gold vehicle which Yermah had 
driven when Keroecia visited the Llama city. 

" Ben Hu Barabe, of Anokia, challenges for Al 
cyesta. The contest is for a gold cup, given by this 
city. Partisans of each team must lay wagers lively. 
Stand back, men, and give the women a chance! 
Once and a half around the ring! Now for the 
cup!" 

The three chariots went over the chalk-line in a 
fairly even start, and the sharp click of running hoofs 
and the buzzing of the wheels told of the speed 
being made. 

It was easy to distinguish the racers. The wide 
palmated horns made each runner instinctively pull 
apart, so that bunching was impossible. Besides 
this, the colors were very distinct. 



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Keroecia wore yellow, with a jeweled agraffe and 
girdle, while on her head was still the ingenious 
crown of golden grains. Her chariot was of pale 
green, elaborate in decorations of dull gold on raised 
patterns. Streamers of the same color fluttered here 
and there, and were threaded in a network over the 
heads of the caribou. 

Ildiko was in light blue, with an embroidered 
Zouave jacket of black. A jeweled band confined her 
long, crinkly white hair, while red and white cords 
interlaced the wide-spreading horns of her racers. 

Alcyesta's chariot was black, but rich in traceries 
of silver and painted flower ornaments. She wore 
a pink robe, with a silver agraffe and girdle, set with 
pearls and turquoise. Pink and white cords trim 
med her whip and tied the horns of the caribou. 

For an instant the chariots moved side by side, 
the women giving free rein, but withholding the 
whips. At the first quarter, Ildiko led slightly; but 
in attempting to round the curve of the half-goal, 
Alcyesta caught a wheel in the post, snapping it in 
two, like so much straw. 

With such momentum, it was not possible to check 
the speed, and before either could prevent it the 
horns of Ildiko's and Alcyesta's teams were tightly 
interlocked. Instantly there was a terrific hubbub. 
Men from all sides ran to their assistance. 

" Let us race it out ! " cried Ildiko. 

"Agreed! " answered Alcyesta; and both women 
laid on the lash forcibly, scorching the ground with 
their flying wheels. 

" Keep clear! Give them leeway! " shouted the 
cazique, charging the crowd with his horse. The 
caribou had shaken themselves loose. 



228 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

" It is a splendid race ! " cried the judges, as the 
last quarter stake was passed. 

" Run, Ildiko ! " 

" Use thy whip, Keroecia ! Thou must not let 
them beat thee after all! " 

" Give them their heads, Alcyesta ! Thy reins are 
too tight I " 

The women were leaning forward talking to 
the nervy roadsters, with hair flying over their 
shoulders, ribbons fluttering, and the wheels fairly 
singing as they flew past the chalk-line. 

" It is an open race for the cup. Keroecia took no 
advantage. Now she must run for it ! " 

And she did. Saphis and Phoda knew her voice. 
They caught her impulse as she loosed the rein, and 
they went like the wind. 

" Crack! crack! " snapped her tiny whiplash. 

It seemed as if the caribou would jump out of their 
skins. Not being accustomed to the whip, they were 
much more frightened by its noise than by the sting 
of its lash. Theirs was simply a mad headlong 
plunge forward, taken in time to clear the first goal. 

Ildiko and Alcyesta had enough to do in prevent 
ing a break as their knowing animals neared the 
scene of their former mishap. They were fearless 
runners, and responded gamely to the lash ; but there 
was an imperceptible hesitation, a disposition to shy, 
and Keroecia whipped in a full neck ahead. 

On she went around the ring, unable to control her 
terror-stricken team. It was the whip laid on their 
tender backs for the second time which rendered 
them unmanageable. 

" Hold them steady until they calm down," ad 
vised the cazique, galloping beside her. 



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Setos and Alcamayn hastened to Ildiko, assisting 
her to alight, while Ben Hu Barabe carried his wife 
through the crowd and set her down in safety be 
fore turning his attention to Keroecia. 

"Ho, Saphis! Ho, Phoda! Fear not, little 
ones! Thou hast done nobly! Steady! Steady 
now! Ho! Ho!" 

She had braced herself against the front of the 
chariot and was pulling back with all her might. 
With a quick, sharp turn, the cazique reined up in 
front of the vehicle just as Yermah caught the bit 
of one of the caribou. 

The sudden stop threw Keroecia across the dash 
board. She quickly recovered her footing, bruised 
and shaken, but much more concerned for the steam 
ing, panting, high-strung winners than for herself. 
She spoke soothingly to the animals, as she stroked 
their ugly proboscis-like snouts, while they champed 
their foam-flecked bits and gazed at her with still 
a gleam of terror in their eyes. 

As soon as the ring was cleared, the people set 
tled themselves back and looked expectant. Fa 
miliar as they were with a mammoth elephant there 
was always something fascinating in its unwieldly 
bulk. 

The crowd had waited all day with characteristic 
patience to see the tricks of some performing ele 
phants, brought down by the Mazamas from the 
far north, especially to honor Keroecia. 

Zoyara, Cezardis and Zombra came through the 
entrance dressed in black skin-tight garments ablaze 
with mica spangles and barbaric jewels. They wore 
gayly striped sashes around their waists, and ostrich 



230 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

feathers in the silver head-bands, while their arms 
and ankles jingled with bracelets and bells. 

Back of them came two keepers leading a pair of 
tremendously large rusty-black, shaggy-coated ele 
phants, with long, ivory tusks, which curved out 
and curled up viciously. Zombra and Zoyara 
stepped to one side. Cezardis called: 

" Hear ye all ! These young and tender creatures 
are in love. Sven here is about to offer himself to 
the shapely Loke, whom he loves to distraction. 
Bashful young men, please take notice ! This exhibi 
tion is for thy especial benefit." 

He gave both elephants a sharp prod with a 
bronze-tipped goad which he carried. Sven began 
to tremble all over. His huge loose skin, much too 
big for his ponderous body, moved forth and back 
mechanically, in well-simulated emotion, and the hair 
raised in every direction as he approached Loke. 

" Down on your knees, sir ! Down, sir," shouted 
Cezardis, hitting him a heavy whack across his fore 
legs. The elephant fairly shook the ground beneath 
him as he came to a kneeling posture. 

" Bow your head respectfully, sir ! " commanded 
Cezardis. 

Sven laid his ears close to his head, and drew his 
trunk well under, giving himself a ludicrously shame 
faced expression. 

" Give Sven his answer, Loke. Answer, I say! " 

Loke stuck her trunk up in the air, and with a dis 
dainful toss of her head, waddled off in an opposite 
direction, to the delight of the audience. Their 
shouts of laughter were a signal to Sven. 

He fell over on his side, and stiffened himself out 
as if he were dead. 



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"Oh, poor fellow! P-o-o-r fellow!" cried 
Cezardis, with mock pathos. " I know how it is my 
self, sir." 

The elephant raised its head and looked at him. 

" Think better of it, old man. Thou mayst have 
had a lucky escape. Here comes her sister and hus 
band. Let us stand to one side and observe how 
they get on. Brace up, sir ! " 

Sven and Loke were on the outside when the 
keepers brought in the other pair of elephants 
Loke keeping her head in an opposite direction. 

Cezardis gravely introduced the newcomers, and 
then turned to the putative husband and asked: 

" Didst thou have a good breakfast this morning, 
sir?" 

The elephant shook his head and trumpeted dole 
fully. His mate stamped the ground indignantly, 
then rushed at him, butting him in the side. He 
whirled around and kicked at her. Then they locked 
trunks and seemed bent upon annihilating each other 
with their sawed-off stumpy tusks. 

"How is this for married life, sir?" inquired 
Cezardis. 

Sven turned to his audience and winked prodigi 
ously, while his sides shook as if he were convulsed 
with laughter. 

At this moment Loke picked up a saw-tooth palm- 
leaf with her trunk, and hid her face. 

Cezardis allowed the putative benedict to toss 
him up in the air several times, and finally, by a 
dexterous leap, landed between the mammoth's 
ears. 

" The long-looked-for elephant race is about to 
begin. To give some idea of the individual gait, 



232 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

we shall first walk the animals, and then they will 
trot side by side for points. Do not let the disgrace 
ful conduct of the wedded pair weigh against them. 
A bad breakfast tries the best of us." 

There was a loud blare of trumpets and a vigor 
ous beating of kettle-drums, while the spectators 
cheered heartily, as Cezardis turned somersaults, 
stood on his head, and played all sorts of pranks on 
the back and above the ears of the elephant. 

The animals walked first leisurely and then more 
hurriedly around the ring. When the second round 
was completed, Cezardis boldly slid down the trunk 
of the leader, and with a graceful bow ran out of 
the way. 

The keepers adroitly arranged the elephants in 
pairs, throwing a gourdful of capsicum into each 
mouth, in order to increase their pace. 

" The race begins! Close thy bets!" shouted 
Cezardis. 

The trainers of the animals used the goad un 
sparingly, and soon the huge mountains of flesh were 
stretching their tree-like legs to the utmost. 

They trotted ponderously side by side for a few 
moments amid the clangor of bells, the deafening 
shouts of the multitude, and an ever-increasing tempo 
of music. 

" Sven and Loke lead the first quarter!" yelled 
the judges. 

" Their pace increases ! " cried everybody, and the 
excitement was at fever heat when the elephants be 
gan to trumpet. 

Before they reached the half-stake they were all 
galloping wildly, and the spectators were beginning 
to look at each other with blanched faces. 



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On the racing animals came round the turning- 
point, trumpeting and bellowing furiously. Every 
jump shook the ground under them like an earth 
quake, until the pavilion itself rocked like a ship 
at sea. 

Fortunately, the race started near the entrance, and 
the panic-stricken people were now scrambling reck 
lessly, some through the wide-open gates, while others 
clambered up for the highest seats where they hud 
dled together and clung to one another frantically. 

On the maddened animals came, with* their mouths 
wide open and their swinging trunks sprinkling cap 
sicum, copiously mixed with saliva, over everything. 

They were in a compact mass, moving with all the 
irresistible velocity of an avalanche, and growing 
more and more terrified at their own freedom. 

Great rivers of brine poured from their bulging 
eyes, while their mouths drooled as if they were on 
fire. 

The unerring instinct which distinguishes their 
descendants caused these forest monsters to fall into 
line one behind the other, as they made for the open 
air. 

Men and animals fled before them in every direc 
tion as they thundered down the valley, stampeding 
everything for miles around. Their trumpetings 
could be heard long after they were out of sight, and 
it was easy to track them for they beat down a 
solid pathway fully a foot below the surface. 

Cezardis and the keepers mounted and hastened 
after them. After an hour's hard riding, they were 
found, standing in the river industriously spouting 
water over their unsubmerged backs. 

" The heat and excitement has been too much for 



234 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

them," Cezardis said, making an ineffectual attempt 
to stay the panic. " There is nothing to fear. It 
is only their idea of a frolic." 

To the keepers he said, " What under the sun 
didst thou give the brutes? " 

" A gourdful of capsicum," answered one of them. 
" We knew thou wert in the habit of slipping a 
pepperpod in their mouths when thou wouldst have 
them appear lively. And," he naively continued, 
" we knew they would be thirsty in the heat and 
crowd." 

" It will not be safe to take them back to the 
pavilion. An elephant never forgets an injury, and 
they would probably demolish the whole place if 
they saw it again. Thou art sufficiently punished 
by being obliged to remain here on guard, while 
the feasting, music and dancing goes on, to-night. I 
shall send thee covering and food," he promised, as 
he swung into the saddle and started back. 

The massive feet of the mammoths threw up 
clouds of dusty sand, thickening the air like fog, 
while the floor of the amphitheater looked as if it 
had been newly plowed. 

With their exodus the still terrified people rushed 
out of the enclosure pell-mell. They pushed and 
crowded through the gateways as if danger assailed 
them from behind. 

Those in the lead made great haste after they had 
passed out, dragging their children by the hands, 
while the little ones looked back over their shoulders 
and cried as they ran along. 



CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

THE FEASTING THE DANCING AND THE BE 
TROTHAL CUP 

THE sun was inclining well toward the west, 
and there was a savory smell of roasted 
meats, steaming vegetables and ripe fruits 
assailing the olfactory nerves, and appealing strongly 
to the inner man the unchained tiger of the 
stomach. 

The children set up an impatient clamor for some 
thing to eat, as they caught sight of the long, low 
tables spread under the trees; but, there was a de 
corum to be observed, which the elders rigidly en 
forced. 

Whole animals had been roasting through the 
previous night in trenches twelve feet long, two feet 
wide, and two feet deep. Fires were built in them, 
and when thoroughly dried out, great spits were put 
in half-way to the top, and over a bed of red-hot 
charcoal the meat was cooked. During this proc 
ess it was moistened frequently with spiced vinegar, 
and a sauce piquante of chili, with which salt had 
been freely mixed. 

Beef, venison and bear-meat were prepared in this 
way, while rabbits, wild turkeys, geese, ducks, quail 
and small birds were roasted and stewed by separate 
methods. Near the trenches, pots of curry, rice and 
mutton were simmering over slow fires. Deep brass 

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236 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

cylinders, with glowing charcoal in the bettor^ kept 
steaming tamales ready for instant service. 

There were great ash-heaps filled with sweet pota 
toes roasted to a turn. Huge chafing-dishes con 
tained beans, tomatoes, stuffed cucumbers and stews 
of all kinds, while lettuce, cresses, red peppers, 
radishes, leeks and onions were heaped upon the 
tables in profusion. 

Nasturtium seeds, capers and olives were among 
the relishes. Great brick ovens hid many a fruit con 
fection and pastry, and there were stacks of tortillas 
fresh from the hands of the baker. Fresh curds and 
honey were in liberal allowance on each table, while 
large wicker baskets groaned with their burden of ripe 
peaches, pears, apples, guavas, bananas, tunas and 
pineapples. 

On clean grass mats were water-melons, cantaloupes 
and grapes while oranges, lemons, pomegranates and 
quinces were among the candied and preserved fruits. 

Walnuts, peanuts, filberts and pine-nuts by the 
bushel, were at hand for service, while immense jars 
were filled with pulque, metheglin, tequila and kou 
miss. These drinks were called " zadar " meaning 
to spin, as the head feels after indulging in them. 
For the more soberly inclined there was chocolate 
flavored with vanilla, and piled high with whipped 
cream, served either hot or cold. 

Cotton napkins and pottery ewers filled with water 
were beside each earthenware plate. Despite their 
impatience, the children were compelled to perform 
ablutions the same as their elders, before sitting to 
eat. For their use, lacquerware dishes were pro 
vided. 

Gay-colored silk lanterns hung from the trees, 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 237 

which were also garlanded overhead with ropes of 
flowers, filling all gaps for the nonce and excluding 
the too-searching sunlight. All made haste to sit, 
while lips moved in silent thank-offerings. 

The musicians played softly as Keroecia passed 
rapidly along the lines, hospitably sprinkling ashes 
of aloes and rosewater over the people. Many 
kissed the hem of her garments, or murmured bless 
ings or good wishes for her health and happiness. 

With a bound she was up the steps of the canopied 
dais upon which the tables were laid for herself and 
special guests. Civil and military officers filled the 
outer seats, while the priests and healers faced them. 

At the inner table, Yermah sat on the right of 
Keroecia, and Cezardis on the left. Facing them 
at the opposite end was Alcyesta, with Zoyara and 
Ben Hu Barabe. The intervening spaces were oc 
cupied by Setos, Rahula, Alcamayn, Ildiko, Zombra, 
Suravia, Hanabusa and Mineola. 

Fragrant blossoms in the form of globes, stars and 
cresents hung from the blue domelike canopy, while 
fern brakes and loose bracken wound around the sup 
porting columns. Vases of silver, gold and onyx, set 
with jewels, supported the daintier blooms that 
adorned the table, and plates and spoons of tortoise- 
shells, inlaid with mother-of-pearl, contrasted sharply 
with the white cloth. 

Drinking-cups of polished horn, ewers of gold and 
silver inlaid together, and hand basins of bright 
enamel, made the table both elegant and luxurious. 

As Keroecia approached, her guests arose and 
joined in the shout " Ho-ra ! Ho-ra ! Ho-ra ! " 
which went up from the multitude. With a simple 
gesture, Keroecia bade them be seated. Then, with 



238 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

a sign of benediction to the four cardinal points, dur 
ing which time all joined in her prayer, she seated 
herself, and the feast began. 

For three hours they ate, drank and made merry, 
passing compliments and toasts along the lines of 
tables, calling pretty sentiments across to one another, 
until the verge of temperate indulgence was fully 
reached. Long before this, the children had been re 
leased from the table refreshed and ready for a 
romp under the shade-trees. With a sigh of satisfac 
tion, their elders waited for a signal to rise. 

" A libation to the Ineffable One, the Indivisible, I- 
am-I," called Ben Hu Barabe, standing back of his 
wife, holding a patera cup of ivory, having a gold 
tracery over its surface, and filled to the brim with 
pulque. 

" Om-ah I Om-ah ! Om-ah ! " was the reveren 
tial response. 

Ben Hu Barabe faced west, and with a graceful 
sweep of the arm, poured the liquid on the ground. 

" A libation to the Trinity, whose creative, de 
structive and preservative aspects are everywhere 
manifest," said Yermah, as he stood behind Keroecia, 
and held up a jeweled cup evenly full of metheglin. 

" Om-ah! Om-ah 1 Om-ah! " responded the as 
semblage, as Yermah made a low obeisance to 
the east, and poured out the offering with a wide 
splash. 

" A libation to the four elements of the All Power 
ful to earth, air, fire and water to the four parts 
of the heavens where His kingdoms are," said 
Cezardis, rising, followed immediately by Zoyara, 
Setos and Hanabusa, each holding an onyx and silver 
cup brimming over with koumiss. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 239 

Each faced a cardinal point and quickly emptied 
his cup. 

A crash of music mingled with the " Om-ahs ! " 
and every eye turned expectantly toward Keroecia. 

At this anniversary each year since Keroecia had 
been among them, a bethrothal cup had been set in 
the center of her table. It was the one day in the 
year when she was privileged to choose a husband. 
The marriageable men loyally showed themselves, but 
stood with averted faces lest their intent gaze should 
embarrass and disconcert her. Every one withdrew 
from the table and left her free to act. 

Would she merely bow her head and follow her 
maidens, as she had done before, or would she re 
turn the confidence of her people in full? She was 
still standing as they left her, amid a feeling, impres 
sive, and intense silence. 

Quickly she called : 

" Alcyesta, Suravia, Mineola, intercede for me ! " 

Then she hastily signed to the musicians, and, soft 
as a breath of ^Eolian harps, came the answering 
notes. The three priestesses intoned in low, sweet 
voices, stretching out their arms in supplication to 
the north, west and south. Their bodies swayed 
forth and back as they brought their open hands even 
with their foreheads, palms downward, and then 
opened their arms as wide as possible again, repeat 
ing the process continually. Many of the women 
were moved to tears as they heard the familiar 
strains, while some of them mechanically joined in 
the chant. 

Since freedom and unconsciousness are the only ex 
pressions of modesty, why, in the name of all that is 
simple, sincere, and natural, is it considered wrong 



240 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

for a woman to give expression to affection. As 
well might it be held a shame to live and breathe be 
cause uninvited to be born. It may be that it is for 
the harmony, delicacy, joy, mystery and beauty of 
love that the .differences of sex should be recognized 
in the right of initiative. Or the notion may lie 
in the atavism of human nature which stands 
trembling between the glory of its destiny and the 
meanness of its achievement. 

Keroecia had a naive, tender, shrinking, sensitive 
nature, but one in which love clothed itself with many 
charms and graces. There was no sense of original 
sin hanging over her head to suppress, intimidate and 
pervert her love nature. She knew no reason why 
she should not select a mate. With the confidence 
of this assurance, she picked up the betrothal cup. 

The act combined the strength of the sea, the firm 
ness of the mountains, the freedom of the winds, with 
all the shy grace of the violet hidden by tall grasses 
and veiled with dew. 

The cup, a pale violet stone which had been 
blocked out and ground down, was supported by a 
slender golden stem, twisted and set with pearls and 
emeralds. 

Something of the import of Keroecia's action 
dawned upon Yermah as he stood transfixed, pale 
and agitated, while his very life seemed to hang upon 
her every movement. 

It was a woman's courage, born of love the love 
of giving herself wholly to the object of her choice. 
Nerved by this feeling, she came toward him confi 
dently, but with a timid smile and rising color, and 
gave the cup into his trembling hands. 

For a moment, he shrank back from her. 



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" O God! My oath! " was wrung from his lips. 
It was for an instant only. 

" But I love her with all my soul ! " he cried, as 
he knelt and kissed the preferred hand. 

Ignorant and innocent alike of the cause of his 
emotion, Keroecia sought to reassure him. 

" The Monbas will love thee, too," she said. 
" Hear their assenting shouts." 

" Atlantis and her dependencies shall worship and 
adore thee, as I do. Keroecia, my love, I shall be a 
loyal husband to thee." 

" As I shall be a dutiful and loving wife to thee ! " 

The betrothed couple were nearly swept off their 
feet by the crowds which surged around them. The 
Monbas and Azes embraced each other, called one 
another brother, and pledged fealty to the new al 
liance. 

Thus was the compact ratified. 

Every one was anxious to talk the matter over with 
his neighbor. So, they all sought their homes in ani 
mated groups, leaving behind a scene of disorder. 
Napkins were scattered wherever the last ablutions 
were performed. Ewers and cups with their contents 
had been frequently overturned. Fragments of food, 
cooked and uncooked, some untouched and others 
partly eaten, were abandoned by the sated appetite, 
and left without further thought, until hunger should 
recall their excellence. 

In a short time the streets were silent and de 
serted, the remaining hours of the day being devoted 
to a siesta indoors. No one issued from his house 
again until night unpinned a black curtain and rolled 
it down over the earth. 

When God had hung His lanterns in the sky, the 



YERMAH, THE DORADO 



people came together again. They went back to the 
pavilion which was now a blaze of light from the 
many flambeaux stuck into brass urns around the 
high walls, augmented by hundreds of silk lanterns 
festooned on wires stretching across to the center 
pole. There was breeze enough to keep the flags in 
motion, and to cause the lights to flicker fitfully, add 
ing to the fairylike beauty of the scene. 

The character of the music had entirely changed. 
The kettle-drums were muffled and beaten with the 
fingers only. Instead of the blare of trumpets, there 
were harps such as the Yaqui Indians use, and differ 
ing but little from the modern instruments. 

Slabs of black and white marble covered the ring 
floor, save where a wide passageway had been left 
on all sides for use of the people in seating them 
selves. The pavilion had been transformed into a 
bower of roses and artificial trees. 

Under a floral canopy, Keroecia, dressed in white 
and silver gauze, sat with one of the judges on either 
side of her. She was waiting to crown the victors. 
The musicians made victory, love and triumph their 
theme, as Yermah, escorted by Ben Hu Barabe, ap 
proached and knelt to receive a crown of lilies and 
a palm. 

" Rise in thy majesty, bearer of the victorious 
palm ! Go forth and renew thy triumphs, until the 
sun comes again to strengthen thy lion heart. Peace 
be with thee ! " 

" Hear me, O Priestess ! Grant thy servant leave 
to encircle thy slender fingers with a set of rings made 
for thee, having the virtues of the planets and sent 
with the blessings of the people of Tlamco," entreated 
Yermah, kneeling. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 243 

" Thy wishes and those of thy people are law unto 
me," responded Keroecia, giving him her hand. 

Alcamayn presented him with a cushion of purple 
silk on which lay the seven rings. 

" A sapphire set in gold, worn on the first finger, 
brings the blessing of the sun," said the Dorado, slip 
ping the ring on her finger. " Beside it I place a 
bloodstone set in tin, to enlist Jupiter in thy welfare ; 
the cautious guardianship of Saturn is in the turquoise 
and lead, with which I encircle thy middle finger; 
Venus, the goddess of love, governs the third finger, 
and for an amulet demands an amethyst set in copper; 
the moon inclines the heart of thy people toward 
thee, and will bless thee with children, if a diamond 
in silver setting is also placed on this finger." 

Yermah lingered a moment over his task, and 
looked up at Keroecia for approval. 

" This curiously wrought band contains a magnet, 
and is intended for the little finger, the throne of 
Mercury, the wise one, who stands as an outer 
sentinel to guard and strengthen love," he continued. 

" The seat of will-power is in the thumb. Let 
this serpent of iron with an emerald eye bring to thee 
the warrior spirit of the planet Mars, subdued and 
sweetened by the quality of Venus. May the All- 
Seeing Eye supply thy inner vision, and may every 
craving of thy heart be satisfied." 

" Then must thou express the gratitude oppressing 
me, when next thy voice is heard in the Llama city," 
replied Keroecia, as she motioned Yermah to rise. 

Wreaths of bay-tree, of laurel in berry (whence 
the term baccalaureate comes when it is given to young 
physicians), olive, myrtle, and nasturtium vines were 
bestowed and proudly worn by men who had con- 



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tested for them earlier in the day. To the less suc 
cessful, were given ribbons of red, blue, and green. 

The whole scene was animated and brilliant. The 
gayly dressed throng pushed and elbowed one an 
other, paying little or no attention to the award of 
prizes, in their desire to see and to be seen. 

The dances were about to begin, and there was a 
bevy of pretty girls ready to do their share. Up the 
steps of the pavilion, dancing on their way, came 
boys dressed as birds and butterflies, in garments of 
blue, green, and yellow plumes. They ascended into 
the artificial trees, moving from branch to branch, 
pretending to sip dew from the flowers. Then came 
the special guests, who were garbed like gods, having 
blow-guns in their hands, with which they feigned to 
shoot the birds. 

Keroecia invited the visitors into her bower, and 
gave them a mixture of rose-leaves and tobacco to 
smoke. 

Immediately the familiar strains of the harvest 
dances were heard, and the people began to clap their 
hands in accompaniment. From the four cardinal 
points a line of dancers was forming, composed of 
young girls dressed as fairies. The sylphs came from 
the east, dressed in sheer white, made short and very 
full, with graduated spangles of gold coming out 
like a sunburst from the gold band at the waist. 
Orange and jasmine blossoms wreathed their heads. 
They danced quickly up to the pole in the center, and 
took the yellow streamer hanging from the immense 
flower parasol suspended over the top. Joining 
hands, they waited for their companions. 

Next came the salamanders, in parti-colored dresses 
of flame-red and black, so thickly spangled with mica 



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that in the flaring light they looked as if sparks had 
been showered over them. Their long black hair 
was full of diamond powder, and they had red roses 
and carnations on their heads. The same dainty 
steps, with the hems of their stiff skirts in their 
fingers, brought them to the center where they se 
cured a red streamer. 

Then came the undines, the water-sprites, dressed 
in Nile-green gauze liberally trimmed with silver, 
while their girdles were of silver filigree, shaped like 
serpents. Their fluffy white hair was crowned with 
lemon and citron blooms, and agraffes of silver were 
also worn. They came from the west, and selected 
a white streamer. 

From the north came queer little hunchbacked 
creatures, wearing conical caps which terminated in 
sharp points. These gnomes sparkled with mineral 
wealth, in jeweled bodices and caps, while their 
skirts were earth-colored gauze, brightened by iri 
descent sequins and embroideries. These dancers 
picked up the remaining black streamer. 

Slowly the columns began to circle around the pole, 
going faster and faster until the streamers were 
wound around it, and as often reversing the process. 
Forming a square, they began a basket weave, during 
which time little children ran forth and back to repre 
sent the shuttle. 

With a grand apotheosis of the seasons, during 
which each group danced separately, and, finally, all 
together, they bowed, threw kisses to Keroecia, and 
ran off the platform. 

A few minutes afterward, each square of marble 
was occupied by a young woman dressed as a priest 
ess, in long, voluminous robes of pale pink, lavender, 



246 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

blue, and white, with double and single key patterns 
marked out in black. The necks, the bottoms of the 
skirts, and the edges of the sleeves were so orna 
mented. Gold bands coiled around the back part of 
the head and held the long hair in place. Sandals, 
having pointed toes curling well up over the foot, 
and laced together with gold cords, completed their 
costumes. 

The dancers were placed so as to form a repre 
sentation like the maze of Dasdalus, and each whirled 
separately and at such a rate as to confuse the be 
holder. 

Ildiko took a parti-colored handkerchief and chal 
lenged Alcamayn to follow her. * The dancers kept 
up the whirling wherever she was, while the others 
held their interlaced hands high over their heads and 
danced in an indescribable labyrinth. 

In and out darted Ildiko, with a tantalizing fling 
of the handkerchief, taxing all Alcamayn's ingenuity 
to follow, especially when the spectators sought to 
mislead him by an incessant clamor of gratuitous ad 
vice over and above the hand-clapping. Finally, he 
succeeded in securing a corner of the square, which 
he retained, dancing with Ildiko up in front of the 
pavilion. 

As soon as Keroecia recognized them, the whole 
group prostrated themselves before her, and then 
rising simultaneously, executed a serpentine dance, in 
which all the colors were beautifully blended. 

As the music ceased, the crowd began moving to 
ward the gates, and soon after, quiet reigned supreme. 

Yermah gained courage from the unfailing kind 
ness shown him everywhere. It loosed his tongue, 



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and he longed to talk of his hopes and plans. Lover- 
like, he was tormented with curiosity concerning the 
minutiae of Keroecia's life ; so he lingered the greater 
portion of the next day at her house. 

These two indulged in the dearest, sweetest possi 
ble exchange of confidences. The revelations they 
made amounted to nothing in themselves, yet were 
priceless treasures to the recipients. 

Halting sentences, eloquent silences, phrases 
broken by kisses sweeter than honey of Hybla, ex 
planations emphasized by a caressing touch of the 
hand, tones and accents whose inner meaning was 
made plain by a love-lit eye, all the sweet nothings 
talked heart-to-heart by lovers gave them several 
hours of unalloyed happiness. 

" I am of the same descent as thou art, my be 
loved," said Keroecia, as Yermah drew her head to 
ward him, and kissed the hair where it parted on her 
forehead. 

" How art thou related to me except by the silken 
cords of affection?" he asked, ready to indulge her 
for the sake of hearing her talk. 

" Because years ago, my ancestry came from At 
lantis." 

" Very true, the lans were originally from Atlantis, 
but they have long made war on Nimrod's descend 
ants." 

" Oppression and ill-use drove them to rebellion. 
They were forbidden to worship as I do, and for this 
reason they set themselves free." 

" I went directly to Nineveh, a callow youth, un 
gainly, beardless and without discretion " 

" Wouldst thou have me quarrel with thee? " de 
manded Keroecia, as she held her hand tightly over 



248 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

Yermah's mouth. He shook his head, and with his 
hands imprisoned the audacious member. 

" Then thou must not abuse my property," she con 
tinued, with an engaging pout. 

" Wouldst thou have loved me then? " he asked. 
Being satisfied with her reply, he added: " There I 
performed the first labor of initiation." 

"What meanest thou, by initiation? Is it some 
thing Akaza teaches thee? " 

" Initiation is a task imposed upon me by the 
Brotherhood of the White Star in my father's court. 
When I have finished the labors I shall be of the 
Brotherhood myself. This is necessary for a Grand 
Servitor." 

" Tell me of thy journeyings," she said, nestling 
close beside him, yet with a coyness and reserve all 
her own. " Thou hast traveled very far." 

" The second year was spent at l Memphis, Egypt, 
where I performed the second labor. Then I went 
among our colonists in 1 Phoenicia; thence to the 
1 Etruscans, where I learned to work in metals; then 
among the 1 Kelts, where I learned bow-craft; thence 
to the l Vikings and the land of the 1 Basques. Re 
turning to Poseidon's kingdom, I set sail for the land 
of the 1 Incas; and from there I came to Tlamco, the 
last outlying colony of the 1 Toltecs, one of the three 
main tributaries to the Grand Servitor Poseidon. 
Art thou satisfied? " he asked. 

" Not quite. Hast thou loved no one all these 
years? " 

' Yes; and very much," confidently assented Yer- 
mah. 

Kercecia shrank back as if a blow had been dealt 
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her. Everything swam before her, and she was 
faint and wan. 

" Whom? " she gasped. 

" Myself," said Yermah, holding her tightly. 
"Art thou jealous?" 

" Not now," she replied, with a look that en 
chanted her admirer. 

" Wilt thou hear other confessions ? I can accuse 
myself of much more." 

" And compel me to love thee the more for them 
all. Thou shalt leave me sufficient mind for beset 
ting affairs," answered Keroecia. 

" Wouldst thou have me for thy slave? " 

" No. But I would be thine." 

" Lend thy confidence fully, that I may worship 
where thou art pleased, and abhor that which offends 
thee." 

' That which I value most of all my possessions is 
this distaff given me by my mother," said Keroecia, 
bringing forward a slender strip of bamboo, not- 
much larger than a darning-needle, lightly weighted 
with pellets of clay. 

It had a jeweled handle and a wheel of hardwood, 
polished and set with mother-of-pearl. A tiny shell 
served for a socket, should the weight of the spindle 
prove too heavy for the gossamer threads used. 

" Wilt thou spin? " asked her companion, placing 
a seat for her. 

With girlish eagerness and gratified pride, Ke 
roecia sat down so intent upon a display of dexterity 
and skill that she was unconscious of the fact that 
her soft clinging skirts were tightly drawn over one 
leg the entire length, and high enough to reveal the 
ankle and instep to good advantage. With the other 



250 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

foot she set the treadle going, and soon her shapely 
arms were following the flying shuttle. The well- 
poised head, the long, slender throat, and the regular 
rise and fall of a perfect bosom helped to complete 
the poetry of her motions, and Yermah feasted his 
eyes while she worked. 

Glancing upward by chance, Keroecia caught the 
expression of his face, but was by no means displeased 
because she saw desire mirrored there. 

Who can resist the intoxication of the senses ? 
especially their instinctive pledge, which does not rise 
to the mental plane, but is merely a matter of exqui 
site feeling on both sides. 

In his agitation, Yermah busied himself clumsily 
with the spider-web threads, and soon had them hope 
lessly entangled. He was so genuinely distressed 
when they broke that his companion hastily put the 
wheel away and substituted an instrument like the 
zither, only much larger, played with thimbles of 
tortoise-shell fastened to the fingers. 

Keroecia sang a plaintive love-song to her own 
accompaniment. When she had finished, Yermah 
sat down beside her and slipped his arm around her 
waist. 

" Something in thy song makes me sad. Tell me 
again that thou wilt be happy as my wife." 

She patted his cheek tenderly and gave the as 
surance. 

" And wilt thou pray that children may bless and 
sweeten our lives together? " 

Kneeling beside him, she promised. Seeing that 
he was still in a serious mood, she said soothingly: 

" Let not ungentle doubt knit thy brow. For all 



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time, and for all eternity, I give myself to thee ab 
solutely and without reserve." 

" And I bind my soul to cherish and love thee al 
ways. Thou art a jewel imbedded in my very heart's 
core. Hast thou a wish in my power to grant? " 

She stroked his temples gently for a moment, and 
then said: 

" Thou art both skilled and learned, and I delight 
in thy achievements. Hast thou shown all thy qual 
ity? Thou art as modest as a violet, but thou hast 
said that thou wilt do much to please me. Make me 
to know thy handiwork, and it shall be to me above 
rubies." 

It was such artless flattery that Yermah promised 
with swelling pride and an inward conviction that his 
every thought and wish would find a quick response 
and ready sympathy in her companionship. 

After this they talked but little, much of their time 
being spent in the strange silent awe of perfect love. 

With a pretty show of confidence which thrilled 
Yermah, Keroecia lifted his disengaged hand and car 
ried it to its fellow, which was yet about her waist, 
and of her own accord added slightly to the pressure. 
Baffled by the subtle change of expression which ac 
companied this movement, Yermah asked quickly: 

" What is it, loved one? " 

" I feel securely sheltered from all the world," she 
said, " when thy strong arms enfold me. I wonder 
if thou canst realize what a complete haven I feel 
that I have in thee? " 

" Not more than I find in thy sweet mind, thy pure 
soul, and thy warm heart," he answered, as he kissed 
her 'forehead, eyes and lips. 



YERMAH, THE DORADO 



He had taken her fully into his protecting care. 
She leaned on him without restraint and suffered her 
eyelids to droop for a moment. Gradually both of 
them yielded to a sense of weariness a reaction in 
evitable from the tension of the previous days. 

Drowsiness came on apace, but sleep claimed Yer- 
mah an instant only. With a tenderness akin to holi 
ness, he occupied himself with Keroecia's comfort. 
He was completely subdued by her helplessness, and 
she was in every sense sacred to him. 

" She trusts me," he whispered softly, as he ob 
served the relaxation of her pose. 

In his gentleness and solicitude, there was that in 
cipient quality indicated which would make him a 
kind and indulgent father. 

She was to him still such a wonderful being that he 
was intensely interested in her personality. Curious 
as a boy with a new toy, he longed to arouse her, 
yet hesitated to do so. He felt diffident about 
touching her. Before he could decide what to do, 
she had opened her eyes with a start. 

" Beloved, I thought thou hadst left me," she 
murmured, only half-awake. 

" No. I am still beside thee. We have both 
been in dreamland, but thou art more laggard than 
I." 

" I am much refreshed," she said, apologetically. 
" Thou wilt pardon my neglect? " 
. " I, too, am renewed," he answered, stroking her 
hair affectionately. 

******* 

" Thou wilt not forget me when thou art engrossed 
with affairs of state? " she asked wistfully, as they 



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stood together in the twilight taking leave of each 
other. 

He was to go away at daybreak the following 
morning, and she elung to him in longing farewell. 

" Remember this," he answered, taking her face in 
his hands, and looking deep into her eyes : " Nothing 
can for one moment blot out thy dear image. The 
first thought of the day, the last thought of the night 
is of thee." 

" Thou art my whole desire and inspiration. 
Memory serves thee faithfully. May the energy of 
the cosmos conserve thy strength of purpose, thy 
health and happiness," was Keroecia's reply. 

" To Him who was in the beginning, and shall en 
dure to the end without mutation or change, I com 
mend my sweet love. May angels of content hover 
over thee, Keroecia, my treasure ! " 

A tender, lingering embrace, a shower of kisses on 
eyelids and lips, and then the princess stood alone, 
straining her eyes into the dark, trying to retain a 
glimpse of her departing lover. 



CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

THE JEWEL BOOK AND WHAT CAME OF IT 

ON the way home, and for days after his ar 
rival at Tlamco, Yermah thought of what 
he should do to please Keroecia. She had 
said that she wanted to know of all his handiwork 
and achievements, so he studied out a plan to fulfill 
her wishes. 

Being a master in metallurgy, a skillful artificer, 
and an expert diamond lapidary, he decided to make 
her a tablet of stones, which should be a book of 
his life, confident that she understood the language 
of the genii, since her father's court copied the letters 
used in their cuneiform writing from the arrow-head 
crystals imprisoned in sapphires. 

Yermah's belief was that gold, silver and the 
precious stones had but one foundation in nature. 
They were simply augmentative thought, purified 
and perfected through the operation of magnetic 
life. This power was invisible and unattainable 
under ordinary circumstances, and unknown to all 
except the alchemist. 

With him all yellow gems and gold were appro 
priate to wear for Sunday, either to draw down pro 
pitious influences or to avert antagonistic effects. 

On Monday, pearls and white stones (not dia 
monds) were worn, because this is the day of the 
moon, the second power in nature. 



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Tuesday, the day of Mars, claimed rubies and all 
crystallization of a fiery luster. 

Wednesday was the day of the turquoise, sapphire 
and all species of stones which seem to reflect the 
blue vault of heaven, and to imply the lucent azure 
of the spiritual atmosphere where the sylphs dwell 
those elementals who are always striving to com 
municate with mortals, because they desire immor 
tality. 

Thursday demanded amethysts, and richly colored 
stones of sanguine tint, because the day is correlated 
to the male divine sacrifice. 

Friday, Venus's day, had emeralds and reigned 
over all green stones. 

On Saturday, diamonds, signifying the great 
deep, were worn, because Saturn's rule is death to 
the physical, but birth to the spiritual nature. 

" The first effect abides as long as the thing re 
mains," said the Dorado to Alcamayn, as they exam 
ined and assorted some uncut turquoises brought from 
the mines in the Cerrillos Mountains, in New Mexico, 
then a flournishing Toltec settlement. 

Opals came from Zinapan, pearls from La Paz, 
emeralds from Peru, and diamonds from Brazil, 
while the rubies had been lately sent from Montana 
by Orondo. There were beautiful sapphires from 
the Caucasus, secured by barter with Keroecia's 
people. 

" All things material have a proper form," an 
swered Alcamayn, " and are subject to certain con 
ditions. Gems, being material, derive virtue from 
a specific shape, and are likewise subject to the influ 
ence of the planets." 



256 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

" I require four stones for my purpose, and will 
see to it that the symbol engraved has the same qual 
ity as the stone itself, in order that its strength may 
be doubled," continued Yermah. 

;< To be efficacious, this book must be made by 
election," rejoined Alcamayn. " Each stone must 
be worked at the hour its particular planet's position 
is strongest. This will prolong the good aspect for 
ever, unless the stone is broken." 

" The sapphire reflects the blue of heaven, and be 
longs to the Bull," explained Yermah, critically ex 
amining some polished gems, having arrow-head 
crystals standing out in startling distinctness in the 
prismatic colors. Sometimes they appeared in 
clouds, again in fields, shifting their scenes as often 
as he changed the focus. " This shall be placed in a 
square of gold." 

'' The house of the Twins requires an agate, which 
is the natal stone of the priestess Keroecia," ob 
served Alcamayn, handing the Dorado a beautifully 
marked moss-agate. 

" Let that be placed in the gold below the sapphire. 
The emerald pictures the depth of the sea, and is the 
delight of its parent, the Light Bringer. It shall be 
in the third place." 

" The first gem for the blue square is a topaz," 
said Alcamayn, " which rules the Lion, thy house of 
nativity." 

" This pale pink coral, with its delicate leaf-work, 
shall be its companion. It is of our common country, 
and will out-tongue my feeble words in its own be 
half," the Dorado continued. 

" Here is a dewdrop laden with sunbeams," said 
the little jeweler enthusiastically, as he opened a 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 257 

square of maguey fiber, and disclosed a first-water 
brilliant. 

" Equilibrated love could have no better expo 
nent," assented Yermah, sharing his enthusiasm. 
" The bow and dart are here at rest in the sign 
Libra, where the Lord of Day begins his journey 
through the nether world. This sparkling thing 
shall find rest beside the coral branch fresh from the 
brine of Atlantis." 

" The scarlet block must have a fiery opal, and 
I have here an exquisite finding, recently brought 
from the Toltec kingdom," exclaimed the jeweler. 

" This shall typify the sting of the scorpion, which 
is the separation forced upon us. Its changing hues 
shall be to her a sign that three lunations more com 
plete my exile, and then comes joyous union. Put 
this in the first place, and with it a turquoise for 
the present time, when all my thought is of thee," 
he continued, unmindful of Alcamayn's presence. 
" The ruby mirrors my imprisoned soul, which awaits 
release into the sunshine of thy love." 

Alcamayn was looking over a handful of garnets. 
Finally he found a suitable one, and laid it at the 
top of the purple square. 

"This shall be the opening page," said Yermah; 
" and I will so cunningly fashion it that Keroecia 
shall go with renewed zest from one chapter to an 
other. When she has my whole life spread out 
before her, I shall conceal the spring, so that she 
may not close it again. It will be to her a pledge 
of constancy." 

" I like not this amethyst," commented Alcamayn, 
" but we have no other stone large enough." 

" The sign of the fishes is well represented by a 



258 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

pearl," rejoined Yermah. " Hast thou black and 
white gems sufficient in size? " 

" Here is one of each, ovum-shaped and perfect. 
Thou canst fashion the fishes of the amethyst and set 
the two pearls between." 

" A square of jasper gives promise of fulfillment. 
As the verdant earth responds to the warming rays 
of the sun newly come out of the region of cold and 
darkness, so man's heart is warmed into life by love. 
Canst thou make room for me among the lapida 
ries?" he asked, turning to Alcamayn in direct ap 
peal. " I desire to work with these materials my 
self." 

i( Wilt thou grant me leave to make thee com 
fortable here? Thou mayst command me in all 
things," said Alcamayn, proud of his knowledge of 
the craft, and flattered because he had been con 
sulted in a matter so personal and delicate. 

They were in the treasure-room of laqua, and it 
was not long before Yermah had a temporary work 
shop improvised in a corner where he had a good 
light, but was screened from observation. 

In addition to a copper wheel and the necessary 
tools, there was a vessel filled with a carbonate of a 
brownish-green, opaque color, porous like pumice, 
and as hard as a diamond, which he used for polish 
ing and cutting. An emery-wheel and a ewer of 
olive oil were also at hand. 

The Dorado spent a portion of each day in this 
work-shop, and while employed at his labors of love, 
he either hummed or whistled the plaintive melody 
Keroecia had sung for him. 

The gold plates which Yermah had so dexterously 
contrived were put together on the principle of a 



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screen, in four sections, containing three stones each, 
set solid. The first strip was of purple enamel, the 
second gold, the third blue, the fourth red. At the 
four cardinal points were squares of gold, with stone 
intaglios. 

When folded, the east and west formed a clasp, 
which had a spring concealed on the reverse side. 

As soon as Keroecia received the tablet of stones, 
she dispatched Ben Hu Barabe and Alcyesta to 
Tlamco with a pair of golden eagles for Yermah. 
These birds were carefully trained in falconry, and 
were highly prized because of their sagacity, courage 
and skill. She also sent him the filmy muslin square 
with its broken and tangled threads, just as he had 
left it. With it went a diamond ring set with 
brilliants all the way around. She obeyed the re 
quest accompanying the tablet, and did not open 
it until the three days specified had elapsed, being 
careful, also, to observe the exact time named. 

It was Yermah's first attempt at telepathy; but 
as Keroecia turned the key in the elaborately carved 
ivory box, she felt his thought distinctly. She spoke 
and acted as if he were actually present. 

A delicate odor of jasmine filled the room, and 
Keroecia was so eager and nervous that she fumbled 
clumsily with the neatly rolled maguey fiber, thin and 
soft as a spider's web, on which the accompanying 
message was written. 

" The book has two parts," said Suravia, when 
Kercecia uncovered a thick gold wheel having de 
pressed spokes and a hub which acted as an upright 
standard. The representation was perfect, and on 
what corresponded to the felloes were the blossom 



260 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

and leaf of the siempra viva in an elaborately chased 
design. 

" How thoughtful and delicate ! " exclaimed 
Kercecia, as she recognized the flower, and recalled 
the occasion of its choice. 

" Press the spring in the clasp, and then my life 
is before thee as an open book," she read, looking 
at the three uppermost stones in the closed tablet. 

" This is the language of the genii ! " she cried, 
" and has a pearl, an amethyst, and a garnet." 

" Which means modesty, sincerity and constancy," 
declared Mineola, who was of the party. 

" Sincerity of speech and freedom from slanderous 
thoughts," continued Keroecia. " Wisdom, cour 
age, patience, and the power to keep those who serve 
loyal. Fidelity in every engagement " 

" Where seest thou this? " asked Suravia, looking 
intently, but unable to distinguish so much. 

" I know not," answered Keroecia. " The divine 
gift of song is also here, with a low sweet voice and 
love of home for my portion." 

" Seest thou this flying eagle with an arrow in its 
claws?" asked Mineola, pointing to the green jade 
intaglio, on a square at the top. 

" His thought is always of me," murmured 
Keroecia. " See how perfect the polish and how 
exquisite the cutting." 

" The bottom has a black onyx square with an 
altar and fire," said Suravia, gazing curiously at the 
opposite end. 

" This will keep the heart cheerful and merry, be 
cause it foretells deathless union " 

" Be merciful to our curiosity, by touching the 



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spring which conceals the other chapters," cried both 
girls in a breath. 

" I cannot tell why but I feel as if something 
were going to happen. How strange the light is ! " 

The priestess still held the tablet in her hand, but 
went to the window and looked out. " Dost thou 
not think a storm is approaching? " 

" Let us put back the curtains which keep out the 
light," said Suravia, suiting the action to the word. 

" Low-hanging clouds oppress the upper air. But 
this is nothing." 

" Thou hast no cause for apprehension," said 
Mineola, kindly. " Thou hast all the world to 
make thee content." 

Thus gently urged, Keroecia came back to the 
table, accidentally setting the gold wheel in motion as 
she approached. 

" Dost thou notice that the square indentations in, 
the inner circle of the wheel are the same size as the 
top and bottom?" asked Suravia, intent on her dis 
covery. 

" And dost thou see that the clasps are the same 
size?" asked Alcyesta, whose quick eye had already 
noted the resemblance. 

Keroecia was still pale and unaccountably agitated. 
Finally she said, with her thumb on the spring : 

" I am face to face with Fate! But Yermah 
loves me, so why should I fear? " 

She pressed the spring and the screen spread out 
instantly. In the center was a slip of parchment, 
on which was written : " When once my heart opens 
unto thy loving touch, never again canst thou close 
it." 



YERMAH, THE DORADO 



Woman-like, they all exclaimed at once, and were 
in a flutter of excitement over the beauty of work 
manship, the flight of fancy, and the loving senti 
ments expressed in this novel fashion. 

" Did I not tell thee the squares would fit into the 
wheel?" demanded Suravia, when she finally man 
aged to make herself heard. 

" Let us try it," said Kercecia. " Thou art 
right. It fits perfectly. The tablet is square, but 
the wheel is circular, which is in itself a great mys 
tery with the Azes." 

The priestess blushed scarlet as she realized that 
she had betrayed her study of Yermah's religion. 

" Tell us about it," demanded both auditors, 
eagerly. 

" To circle the square, means to find the perfect 
way of living," she answered. 

" And he means to say that his life with thee will 
be perfect? He is the square, thou art the circle? " 

" It were more worthily put the other way," an 
swered Keroecia, touched by his tenderness and devo 
tion. 

" See the clasps," said Mineola. " At the eastern 
point is a man's figure with a bull's head, holding a 
spear over his left shoulder, from which hangs a 
hare." 

" What a quaint, odd symbol of himself ! " said 
Keroecia, smiling. 

" Placed opposite the balances, it will keep his be 
loved in health and preserve her from despair," said 
Suravia. 

" Why sayest thou balances? " asked Keroecia. 

" Dost thou not see that the stones corresponded to 
the zodiac? The diamond blazes like the sun in a 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 263 

clear sky," answered Suravia, pointing to the blue 
square. 

" I have only eyes for this beautiful hyacinth in 
the opposite clasp. It looks as if smoke were rising 
from it. Now it glows like a burning coal," cried 
Mineola. 

" Cut deep in its smooth surface is a woman with 
her arms asunder, like a cross, and having a triangle 
on her head," commented Keroecia. 

" The stone is in the house of the Lamb, the be 
ginning and renewal time of Nature. Therefore, 
art thou given refreshing sleep and quick recovery 
from fatigue," returned Mineola. 

" The desire and thought of both is centered on 
the altar." 

Keroecia was speaking to herself, and lightly 
touching the blocks with their intaglios marking the 
four cardinal points. 

" Thou art right in adoring him," declared 
Suravia, enthusiastically. " In the first block of 
gold is a sapphire, meaning that the language of this 
book is the same as that thy childhood knew; and the 
agate below it is thy birth-stone." 

" The emerald underneath both has a perfectly 
straight and smooth surface; so there shall be no 
darkening shadows thrown over thee," said Mineola. 

" The topaz and coral in the next block pertain 
to thy future home; and the diamond placed under 
them symbolizes the water which surrounds it," 
read Suravia. 

" It will also be thy home and thine too, 
Mineola. I cannot be happy parted from thee." 

Each one of the girls affectionately embraced and 
kissed her in turn. 



264 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

" The ruby contains an imprisoned soul," said 
Mineola, looking again at the tablet. " There is a 
perfect asterisk in the center. How tender! How 
beautiful ! How sweet is the language of love ! He 
intends to say that his heart awaits the freeing touch 
of thy devotion to release it from apathy, and warm 
it into life. Thou art indeed blest and fortunate." 

" Thou shalt not read backward," declared 
Suravia. " The first stone in the red ground is an 
opal. It must bring a precious message, since it is 
the only gem which man cannot imitate." 

" It has a changeable character, and is in a moving 
sign ." 

A piercing scream from Keroecia startled them, 
and before either companion could prevent it, she 
fell to the floor in a deathlike swoon. Mineola ran 
to the courtyard, where a water jar, overgrown with 
green timothy, swung from the portico, and brought 
back a gourdful of ice-cold water. Suravia knelt 
beside Keroecia and sprinkled her face liberally. 

" Speak to thy handmaiden," she cried. " Speak, 
I beseech thee ! " 

In their excitement they did not notice that the 
room was suddenly growing dark, and that the cool, 
moist air had become close and stifling. 

" Use the fan gently," said Suravia, with a sharp, 
peremptory ring in her voice. Mineola made no an 
swer. She was praying. 

Keroecia recovered her senses with a start. She 
seemed dazed for a moment; then she sat bolt up 
right, gasping for breath pitifully. 

"What has distressed and hurt thee so?" asked 
Mineola with quivering lips, kneeling beside her 
and offering support. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 2G5 

The sound of a voice seemed to recall Keroecia's 
wandering senses. 

"O God! Give me courage!" was her ago 
nized cry. " My beloved is vowed to celibacy, and I 
must die ! " 

" What sayest thou ?" 

" Keroecia, what dost thou mean? " 

" Tell us fully," they both said at once. 

" Didst thou not see ? In the opal It was so 
from the beginning! O Thou Merciful One, take 
thy wretched servant ! What have I done ? Shame 
everlasting is my portion ! " 

"Why did he not tell thee of his vow?" asked 
Suravia, a note of rising indignation in her voice. 

"How could he? I am to blame. He would 
not humiliate and degrade me before my people." 

She gave way to a paroxysm of heart-breaking 
grief, while Mineola, weeping in sympathy, sought 
to console her. 

Suravia went back to the tablet. The opal was 
entirely opaque; not a particle of its fire and sparkle 
was visible. 

" I will see what the other stones have to reveal. 
The sensitive turquoise, the forget-me-not of gems, 
lives and suffers as we do. It has the power of re 
production, and by its employment the Dorado in 
tended to express a hope for the future. But this 
symbol of youth, love and tenderness seems to have 
shriveled in size, and has turned to a sickly green. 
Beside it is the sympathetic ruby faded to a pale 
coral. Misfortune " 

A sharp, swaying, rocking movement, sending the 
windowpanes to the ground with a crash, and throw 
ing the women against each other violently, blanched 



266 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

their faces and caused them to cling together for 
support. A deafening explosion followed, and then 
the cry of her panic-stricken people aroused Ker- 
oecia. 

" Run for thy lives ! " shouted a voice in the 
street. " The mountains are smoking and spitting 
fire! Quick! quick! quick! Run!" 

They barely escaped in time to miss the falling 
walls. In the streets an indescribable scene was being 
enacted. 

What is now known as Lassen Peak sent up a 
long fiery column, and the earth heaved and groaned 
under the exertion. 

Ashes, smoke and lava began pouring down the 
sides of the peak, and there was a mad rush of wild 
animals, coming to man in their mute helplessness 
from the rocking mountains hemming in the little 
valley. 

Suddenly the gloom was lighted by a meteoric 
shower, which for an hour made the heavens blaze 
in a magnificent electrical display. A terrific crash 
of thunder followed, then an ominous rumble, ending 
in a long groan which seemed to rend the bosom of 
the trembling earth. 

Red-hot stones and burning cinders fell like a 
storm of fire upon the whole surrounding country. 
Land surfaces subsided and rose again like immense 
chests in regular and lusty breathing. The rubble 
walls and battlements of the pavilion fell as a pack 
of cards. 

A second shock leveled every house, and brought 
trees and rocks crashing down the mountain sides, 
dealing death and destruction everywhere. The 
whole artillery of the heavens was in action, drown- 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 267 

ing the feeble cries of man, dying terror-stricken in 
the heaps of ruins. 

Lizards, snakes, rats, mice, and moles raced madly 
in every direction, while timid owls and other birds 
flew close to the ground and screeched in their fright 
and bewilderment. The larger animals huddled 
close together, while the dogs howled dismally. 

A little handful of men and women, surviving the 
first terrific shocks, attempted to escape over the lower 
range of hills, but, to their horror, a yawning gulf 
opened at their feet. 

Moving in sinister majesty and strangeness, was 
a bottomless abyss, impassable in width and several 
miles long. Before their very eyes, it swallowed up 
human beings, houses and forests, grinding and 
crushing them between its gigantic jaws. With an 
other terrific wrench, it belched them up again, fol 
lowed by a deluge of steam, mud and hot water. 

The river lying below Anokia had deserted its 
natural bed, driven before the avalanche of lava, and 
the sea of mud, vapor, gas, black smoke and effluvia 
showed where it had forever disappeared through a 
crevice. 

A thick shower of ashes filled the air. The earth 
undulated and quivered for a few seconds, and then 
a tempest of lightning and hail cleared the suffocating 
atmosphere. 

In the lurid flashes could be seen the oscillation 
forth and back as if the very heart of Mount Lassen 
were being torn out. Its black vomit, streaked with 
red, trailed like a snake over the floor of the valley, 
setting fire to the combustible wreckage, and steal 
ing up the base of the peak as well. 

Keroecia led her little band of devoted followers 



268 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

up the high mountain walling in the western side of 
the valley. The subterranean rumblings sounded in 
her ears like the drum-beating on stumps of trees or 
logs done by the wings of male pheasants when they 
are calling to their females. 

" I hear not the call of a mate. It is death 
and thou art welcome ! " she said, turning a pale but 
composed face to the burning heights. 

" Thou hast heard my prayer ! " she continued, 
stretching out her arms in supplication. " Thou 
hast granted me the purification by fire ! Thy spirit 
laughs and licks out long tongues of flame straight 
from thy fiery throat ! Thy countenance is wreathed 
with smiles, for me, O Death! But if consistent 
with thy will, spare these children of the forest. 
They share not my humiliation, degradation and 
despair." 

A hissing, howling hurricane stormed and raged 
around them. With a convulsive lurch the ground 
underneath shivered, and finally the elevation on 
which they stood was rent in twain from top to 
bottom. 

One half collapsed and fell in, while through the 
kettle-shaped opening in the valley swept a flood of 
mud, scoria and molten lava, which completely sub 
merged the burning ruins. The rain fell in a solid 
sheet, but now the hot air and steam rising from 
below tortured them with heat. 

Suddenly a dog, maddened with terror, leaped into 
the seething cauldron, and its cry was stifled by a 
sizzling, crackling sound, as the poor creature was 
crisped to a cinder. 

Those who clung to life made frantic leaps over 
the frightful precipice to the other side, only to be 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 269 

dashed to pieces in the valleys below. The whole 
district was overwhelmed with lava and hot water 
pouring out from the lesser peaks around the center 
of activity. Despite the gales of wind and the heavy 
downpour, sulphur and other noxious gases per 
meated the upper air, so that long before the lava 
crept up and ingulfed them, death by suffocation 
overtook the wretched remnant. 

In their extremity the people obeyed Keroecia im 
plicitly, and many touching exhibitions of heroism 
marked their last moments. They huddled together 
at the root of a sequoia gigantea, newly wrenched 
out of the ground. Nor did they refuse shelter to 
a grizzly bear, a mountain lion, some wolves, some 
wild sheep, a colony of snakes, nor the birds hover 
ing in the air, screeching in abject terror or stupefied 
beyond resistance. 

The twisting, crackling swish of the trees, the 
thundering clatter of the rocks shaken loose, and 
bounding downward with prodigious velocity, passed 
unnoticed by the martyrs looking at death, calmed 
and awed by the terribly destructive fury of animated 
nature. 

Keroecia gathered Suravia and Mineola in her 
arms protectingly, and waited for the end. Up to 
the very last she sought to comfort and console her 
companions, so worn with fatigue and excitement 
that they made no further effort. 

Some had already crossed the dark waters; others 
were gasping their last, when death touched her 
and she slept. 

With the passing of her spirit, Keroecia groaned as 
she remembered how she sat at the spindle, and of 
the answering look she then gave Yermah. 



270 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

To the everlasting honor and glory of woman 
kind be it said, that she never sinks so low in the 
moral scale as to be indifferent to the opinion of the 
man she loves. Loss of his respect crushes and kills 
not the physical, but all that is essentially woman 
in her nature. 

Showered with affectionate appreciation, she 
reaches her highest development; for love is as 
necessary to her growth as is sunshine to a plant. 
Denied it, woman can at best but droop and die. 

Since learning that Yermah was not free to espouse 
her, Keroecia was appalled and overwhelmed with 
the knowledge that she had allowed him to surprise 
her secret thoughts to guess accurately at future 
possibilities. 

" It is not true," she murmured. " Yermah, my 
beloved, think not that I have the heart of a wanton ! 
Forgive " 

But there was no answering voice to cry out in 
return no one to assure the breaking heart that 
her love was a priceless treasure no one to make 
her see that every emotion was fully appreciated and 
understood. So the sunshine went out of another 
life when the breath left Kercecia's body. 

******* 

Yermah had named the day and hour when 
Keroecia should examine the tablet of stones, to 
enable him to put himself in communication with her 
mentally. For three days he kept the door of his 
private sanctuary closed; but at the hour named he 
knelt before the shrine and fixed his mind intently 
upon Keroecia. 

He smiled softly to himself as he realized that she 
had opened the ivory casket, that she was examining 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 271 

the workmanship, that she comprehended the signifi 
cance of the square within the circular wheel. 

Now she has touched the clasp, and her eyes are 
greedily drinking in the beauty of the groupings 
while her senses are thrilled with their message. In 
his rapture he goes with her, step by step. 

" She is pleased with the coral-bound island of my 
birth," he murmured, " and she gets some idea of 
her future home. Thou art right, Mineola, my soul 
is in the ruby. I have laid my heart bare. Look 
long and earnestly, Keroecia; thou art welcome to 
know its secret places. The opal will tell thee how 
soon release comes. Thou must not be frightened 
at its suddenness. Three more lunations separate 
us. Then to Atlantis, where " 

He was wrenched violently and pitched face down 
ward to the floor by the sudden impact of Kercecia's 
agonized thought. 

" Thou art mistaken ! " he cried aloud. " The 
changing character of the opal must speak to thee. 
Thy thought dishonors me, for I love thee truly! 
The vow binds me not for all time. Look again, 
beloved!" 

To his finely attuned senses came the knowledge 
of her anguish and sorrow. He choked and smoth 
ered under it. Mentally, he heard her piercing 
shriek. 

" O Unseen Divinity! Hear and be gracious to 
thy distressed servants ! " he supplicated, rising to a 
kneeling position. " O Powers of Air ! Convey 
my thoughts clearly ! Make her to see ! " Some 
thing of the horror of the situation flashed over him. 
" O Earth yield now thy hidden treasure ! Give 
gold in abundance, that I may fly to her side. Re- 



272 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

lease me, O Brotherhood! I will not be longer 
bound" 

Without sensing it, Yermah had broken the spirit 
of his vow ! 

The door of the sanctuary stood open, but his or 
dinary faculties were dormant, while his subjective 
consciousness sought to penetrate the gloom ingulfing 
Keroecia. He did not hear approaching footsteps, 
nor did his wandering senses respond when a light 
tap sounded on the door, nor did he see the face 
peering in at him. 

" He kneels before Orion," said Alcamayn hur 
riedly, as Akaza approached. " Thou wilt find him 
distraught already." 

" Hasten back to the Observatory and have the 
bells tolled to quiet the alarm showing itself among 
the people," said Akaza in dismissal. " Soon the 
dread visitation will be upon us, and it were gentle 
to forewarn them." 

Akaza had been making observations night and 
day since Yermah's return from Anokia. He had 
said little, but his face was set and stern, like one 
in deep trouble. He made a peculiar rat-tat! on 
the lintils of the sanctuary with his fingers, which 
brought Yermah to the doorway. 

" A sign of great portent is in the heavens," began 
Akaza, after a mute salutation. " When the sun 
is passing from Libra to Capricorn is a season pro 
lific in visitations from outer space. The fiery mes 
sengers come near the sun at that time. Dost thou 
remember the night in the cave? " 

" Memory serves me well," answered Yermah, 
unable to concentrate his attention. " Is the visitant 
of the usual complexion and order ? " 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 273 

" It is a burning coal, red and glowing. Its face 
is like a double crescent, and it is a formidable rival 
to the sun in size. It comes retrograde with the 
constellation Orion rising. Its illuminated hair 
floats over one half of the zenith, and is not quite on 
a straight line opposite the sun. It pulsates as 
though it had been agitated by the wind, and is 
curved like a threatening saber. 

" To-day, it will pass through the plane of the 
earth's orbit, and when it meets the influence of the 
new moon, it will be in sore affliction with Venus. 
In this condition it comes under the influence of 
Mars. It will then disperse that planet's cohesive 
strength and there will be war in the earth's interior 
between uncontrolled water and fire. 

" All the planets in our system afflict and oppose 
each other so that the waters of the sea and the winds 
of heaven will be lashed into furious activity." 

"What means this sudden clangor of bells?" 
asked Yermah, now fully aroused to the commotion 
in the courtyard outside. 

" It is a solemn convocation to call the affrighted 
people together to watch and pray, while the sign 
hangs suspended behind the dying sun," answered 
Akaza, hurrying after him. " Many times of late 
the orb of day has gone to rest in a bed of blood, 
but to-night the red glow comes from another quar 
ter. The scourge is upon us, Yermah, and the hour 
of thy trial is at hand." 



CHAPTER EIGHTEEN 

YERMAH BECOMES ONE OF THE WHITE STAR 
BROTHERHOOD 

YERMAH did not hear him. He had 
caught a glimpse of the comet hanging 
low over the Golden Gate a double 
crescent of fire joined together. Its tail bent out 
over Tlamco, and curved downward like a great 
broad-sword. It throbbed and panted like a living 
thing, sinister and awful, as Venus twinkled between 
its two horns, an evening star of horrible aspect. 

A tremor, ominous and indefinable, seized the pop 
ulace, hushed and awed by the dreadful apparition. 
It was a premonition, followed instantly by a low, 
rumbling sound, an angry roar of waters, and then 
the earth shook under them like a leaf in the wind. 
A mad rush for the streets, an instinctive huddling to 
gether, a breathless wait for a second impact ! 

A heavy, long boom, like a roll of distant artillery, 
and a wave mountain high, but crested in the center 
like a spine, rose up between them and the Golden 
Gate, and, for a moment, shut out from view the 
grinning, mocking comet. 

The ground surged up and down under their feet 
in simultaneous waves. Trees bent over and touched 
their tops together, houses rocked and swayed, and 
all that was breakable in them went down with a 
crash. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 275 

Living close to the heart of Nature, her moods 
were not mysterious to these people; so, they waited 
for the third, and what they supposed would be the 
final shock. It came with such terrible force that the 
Observatory tower fell in a cloud of blinding dust, 
and all the other buildings were rent or cracked 
grievously, but were not over-thrown simultaneously. 

A thievish wave stole in silently, and embraced the 
whole city. 

The stricken people looked into each other's faces 
with dismay, as they stood waist-deep in water, a 
nameless fear chilling their hearts. The water re 
treated precipitously, while lurid streaks and tongues 
of flame lit up the whole eastern heavens. Shock 
after shock succeeded each other, while the clouds 
lowered heavy and sullen close overhead. Brokenly, 
but in unison, thousands of throats lent voice to 
prayerful entreaty : 

" Wilt thou blot us out forever, O Lord? Is this 
punishment intended not for our reformation, but for 
our total destruction? " 

One impulse seemed to move the entire concourse ; 
and as if Nature heard, she answered by a gust of 
wind and a downpour of rain. 

* ****** 

Ben Hu Barabe, Alcyesta and their attendants had 
a mad gallop for life. They were within an hour's 
ride of Sacramento River when they saw thin, blue 
flames suddenly shoot up from the earth, followed 
by heavy cannonading of the internal elements. 

In the cosmic melee they were tossed forth and 
back like a shuttle in a loom so violently at first 
that the horses fell to their knees and were whirled in 
opposite directions. In terror the animals tried to 



276 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

lie down and roll over with their burdens; but their 
riders whipped and spurred vigorously, and the mad 
dened creatures ran until they dropped exhausted on 
the river bank. A thick shower of ashes fell over 
them, and the air was like a blast from a furnace. 
Behind them came smoking streaks of lava, poured 
into the plain by a row of flame-mantled hills. 

Flocks were scampering wildly in every direction, 
and the scattered herdsmen were taking to the boats 
and skiffs tied along the river bank. 

Ben Hu Barabe and Alcyesta climbed into the 
balsa awaiting them, and their attendants hastened 
with them. They had scarcely pushed out into mid 
stream, when the very bed of the river seemed to rise 
and hurl its waters forward. Waves rose in an 
undulating wall of water, breaking the banks of both 
sides, sending death and destruction broadcast over 
the valley. The boats were carried along by an irre 
sistible impulse and with incredible swiftness, 
straight across sinuous windings of the stream on 
ward toward the sea. 

Lightning played over their heads; but the crash 
of thunder, the explosions of the volcanoes, the 
mighty heaves and groans tearing the breast of the 
trembling earth were lost in an angry roar of waters. 

A canon-shot would not have sent them forward 
with greater impetus; and this prevented their boats 
from swamping, despite their shipping water fright 
fully. 

The shock which leveled the Observatory tower 
shattered all the windows and cracked every build 
ing in Tlamco, letting the accumulated waters 
through what is now Carquinez Straits, and widened 
an arm of the sea into an open inlet. 



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The impounded water inundated the surrounding 
country, swept over the intervening islands, and spent 
itself in a series of waves mountain high, whose 
impact disturbed the ocean's surface for thousands of 
miles, after severing Lime Point from the peninsula 
and plowing out the famous Golden Gate entrance to 
the bay. 1 

One of the most violent tremors caught the little 
colony of boats, which by a miraculous coincidence, 
were thrown together in the trough of the sea, and 
tossed them ashore, high and dry, on the Berkeley 
hills. 

The water receded so rapidly that the boats stuck 
fast in the debris and mud. All except the strongest 
one, containing Ben Hu Barabe and Alcyesta, were 
crushed like egg-shells. 

With broken arms and legs, bruised and battered 
bodies, scarred almost beyond recognition, the little 
band huddled together, reviving each other when 
pain brought unconsciousness, while the elements over 
head and below them rioted with unabated fury. 

The morrow brought no surcease, except that the 
waters subsided and took on something of their nor 
mal aspect. The earth still trembled and groaned, 
and the sun was so completely obscured for days 
after, that it seemed always twilight. 

So soon does the mind become accustomed to dan 
ger so familiar does it grow with death, that Ben 
Hu Barabe was able to direct his men how to reach 
the back waters of the bay, where the motion was 
less violent and marked. 

They helped each other, with tears and gratitude, 
to some of the fruit and nuts which had been spared 
1 Indian Legend. 



278 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

to them. Alcyesta's left arm was broken, and she 
could scarcely move without intolerable pain; but 
she made no complaint to the half-crazed men about 
her. None of them could ever tell afterward how 
they contrived to reach Tlamco. 

Heart-rending scenes greeted them everywhere, 
and many of the frenzied inhabitants rolled con 
vulsively upon the ground. Others accused them 
selves with frantic insistence of all kinds of crime. 
Others could not speak. Some were helpless 
paralytics, and numbers could not retain food, so 
terrible was the reflex action on the nervous system. 

The mind that has passed through such a calamity 
has lost its tone. Instead of being braced up, as by 
war, the earth's epilepsy makes the mental fabric 
flabby, and paralyzes by a hopeless fear from which 
there is no known refuge. The fluttering soul, tying 
itself to matter as something solid and enduring, finds 
that the globe itself is but a poor shivering thing, 
liable to be taken in some monster demon's clutch 
and shaken back into its component parts. No lan 
guage can adequately express the stupendous feeling 
of instability conveyed by the idea of the earth's 
possible dissolution and dispersion. 



Yermah sat in a stupor, and it was with 
difficulty that he could be aroused when Ben Hu 
Barabe came to speak to him. He was completely 
worn out with anxiety and exertion on behalf of his 
people. At first the Dorado did not recognize his 
visitor in the semi-darkness. When he finally caught 
sight of the ravaged and altered face before him, 
he went almost insane with grief. He had hoped 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 279 

against hope to the very last. Now he knew with 
out a word that his worst fears were realized. 

Six weeks later, when brain-fever loosed its grip 
upon him, Akaza found Yermah lying face down 
ward at the door of the Temple of Neptune. He 
was moaning and sobbing piteously. In a half- 
crazed condition, he had eluded observation, and 
started out to find his foster-father, but had fallen 
by the wayside, overcome by sheer bodily weakness. 
Akaza lifted him up, and hushed him as he would 
a child. 

" Thou art wrong to grieve like this," he said 
gently and soothingly. " The Father in the Trinity 
is the Universal Creator; the Son is man himself. 
Therefore, thou art in essence God, since thou art 
in possession of this higher principle and must live." 

Yermah was like a maimed lion a pathetic and 
pitiable object as he lay with his head on Akaza's 
shoulder, while his pent-up feelings found vent in 
choking sobs. 

" Thou art weakening thy sacred manhood in 
yielding thus to despair. Thou art intrusted with 
a mission for all peoples, for all tongues, and for 
all time. Think, my son, of being the world's ideal 
lover through all the eons to follow ! It Is a blessed 
privilege! Thou hast witnessed a demonstration of 
the destructive majesty of cosmic force. Now thou 
art called upon to obey thine individual destiny. 
THOU HAST PERFORMED THE EIGHTH 
LABOR!" 

" And the gold for the temple? " questioned Yer 
mah, in a stricken voice. 

" It was alchemical gold thou wert sent to find. 
Thy body is the temple, and the Perfect Way of 



280 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

Life is the magic which produces alchemical gold. 
Dost thou comprehend the occult significance of 
Osiris, with a crook in one hand and a flail in the 
other?" 

" No," answered the Dorado, more calmly. 
" Come into the temple and I shall tell thee." 

When Yermah followed him, he continued: 

" The crook is the attraction to the earth, and the 
flail is the repulsion from it. Man oscillates con 
tinually between the masculine and the feminine 
qualities of his nature. When Osiris says, ' Let the 
heart be given back to the deceased ' * after it has 
been put into an urn and weighed in the balance 
against the image of Truth, we are to understand 
that the candidate is no longer swayed by his emo 
tions and appetites. He is self-centered. Sorrow 
will lift her pall, and thou wilt stand face to face 
with Truth." 

Akaza drew from his bosom a heavy serpent ring 
of silver with a rare green jade setting. It had a 
turquoise with diamond eyes cut intaglio. 

" This means Silence," said the old man, as he 
took Yermah's right hand, and slipped the ring on 
the little finger. " It is the signet of the Brother 
hood, and thou must sacredly guard the divine wis 
dom imparted to thee. 

" Thou wilt be sorely tried in the future ; but I, 
who am responsible for thy soul's welfare, give thee 
this sign manual of the King Initiate." 

Yermah knelt before him, and was anointed on 
crown, forehead and breast with perfumed oil. 

" Rise and receive the Sacred Word. It is 
* Aision,' which is Truth. Seen in the distance, this 

iFrom the Egyptian Book of the Dead. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 281 

quality is personated as stern, harsh, forbidding; 
but, when we approach near enough to distinguish 
the lineaments of its countenance, it contains all that 
is gracious, benignant and inspiring. The Spirit of 
Truth dwells within the sanctuary of the heart." 

Akaza then put his hands together, with the fin 
gers closed and bent so as to form an acute angle. 
With the tip of his fingers pointed, he touched Yer- 
mah's forehead, and said: 

" Let there be no complaint." 

The joining of the right and left hand sig 
nified the union of the masculine and the feminine 
principles, and of spirit and matter. 

It represented the pyramid, the cone, the center, 
the heart, the ten Sephiroth proceeding from the 
One; the naught of the ten numerals in the tenfold 
ratio. 

" And I am commanded to get rid of the wry-ness, 
as a giant weed whose roots lie deep in the human 
heart? " said Yermah, slowly. 

" Remember always," responded Akaza, glad to 
see that Yermah's mind was for the moment nor 
mal, " that the true self of man is God. Look 
for it in thy fellows; find it and hold fast to it in 
thyself. Thou must ponder these things well. I 
can tell thee what I have experienced and known; 
but thou wouldst only have my word for it. 

"A river cannot rise higher than its source; so, 
therefore no man ever sees beyond the reflection of 
himself. First, sense the truth intuitively; then 
mayst thou examine it at leisure with thine intellect. 

" To break the law is identical with breaking the 
God within thee. Now that thou art one of us, 
bear in mind that our Brotherhood can only instruct. 



YERMAH, THE DORADO 



We cannot give real knowledge. Experience must 
do that for thee." 

" Experience! thou art a cruel monster! Because 
of thee am I deprived of my sweet love," said 
Yermah, giving way to an outburst of grief. 

" What sayst thou? Look! " 

Yermah raised his head and gazed with streaming 
eyes at an apparition of Keroecia, as he had last seen 
her in life, standing in the eastern entrance. 

" She smiles and beckons me ! " he said, in an 
awe-struck whisper. " Oh ! my soul, why hast thou 
forsaken me? Why should death touch thee, if I 
must live? " 

" Death claimed nothing but the physical body," 
said Akaza, softly. " She feels not its loss. Look 
at her serene countenance. Wouldst thou spare her 
pain?" 

Yermah cast a reproachful glance at Akaza. 

" Canst thou ask the question? " 

" Then master and control thy feeling. She can 
only manifest by absorbing thy magnetism. If thou 
wouldst see her at will, thou must give of thy 
strength freely." 

" And she does not know that she is out of the 
body?" asked Yermah, eagerly. 

" No. She never will, unless thy indulgence in 
grief plunges her into the vortex of pain, which is 
now thy portion." 

" By all that I hold sacred by all I love, hope 
and fear, she never shall! " exclaimed Yermah, 
rising. 

On his face was the uplifting and exaltation of a 
saint. 

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for thy spirit to flutter over me ! Never can I be 
sad with the knowledge of thy sweet presence." 

He stood in rapt attention, communing long and 
silently with the beatific vision. There was not a 
trace of care in her benign expression. She had 
solved the mystery and knew the truth. 

For such love there is neither time nor death nor 
space. 

Akaza stole away in the dim light, murmuring 
softly : 

" Although a separate entity, she personates the 
feminine principle dormant in himself. This is what 
the ideal always does. Through this he will 
learn to harmonize desire and knowledge, and in 
time he will see that the grinding out of animal 
propensities, represented by the ringed planet, has 
come to him in a form more beautiful than a poet's 
dream. Keroecia is the disillusionizer, the dweller 
on the threshold, the chastening rod. But the hand 
that smites will also bless him." x 

1 Later, in all the distorted legends of Adam Kadmon, the 
cosmic man, Woman was accused of causing his fall through 
lustful desire ; and what was originally an allegory of initiation, 
or of being able to distinguish between the true and the false 
in the battle-ground of our own hearts, has been perverted into 
a literal interpretation of dread consequence. 

This false idea has degraded millions of men and women. 



CHAPTER NINETEEN 

AKAZA KEEPS HIS VOW AND IS FINALLY FREE 

AS he passed out of the temple, Akaza turned 
again to look at Yermah whose face was 
illumined, serene and calm. With his 
hands clasped before him, the Dorado stood as if 
in a dream, taking into the inner recesses of his 
heart the comforting assurance of immortality and 
of final union with the Divine, in which Keroecia 
was a part. 

"Farewell, beloved!" said the old man, as his 
eyes filled. " Thou hast passed the Gates of Light, 
and art come into thine own. Amenti, thou un 
known, receive thy son! Amrah, King of the Bro 
therhood, give back my vow! I have kept the 
faith!" 

He stood with bowed figure, and seemed to be 
communing with the Unseen. Presently he lifted 
his head, and the crowning white hair haloed a daz 
zling countenance. His lips were parted in a 
pleased expectancy. 

" I am free to go hence," he said, as he turned 
and walked out with renewed vigor. 

Akaza bent his steps toward Ingharep, and when 
he reached the cave, he went in and made ready for 
a journey. The blurred, reddened and obscure sun 
shed but fitful light over the still agitated waters 
of the Pacific. 

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The hierophant went out on the rocks jutting into 
the sea, remnants of which are still visible below the 
Cliff House of to-day, where he sat gazing long 
into space. When his strength was fully regained, 
he hailed the officer on watch in the tower-house of 
the hill overlooking the point, and was soon swal 
lowed up in the night. 

Crossing the bay, he came upon a few refugees 
from the far north, led by Cezardis, who cried 
childishly when he encountered for the first time in 
many days this evidence of any living thing. Run 
ning toward Akaza, he kissed and fondled him in 
his excitement, while the others gave every evidence 
of thankfulness and joy. 

" Tell me all that has befallen thee," said Akaza, 
holding him at arm's length. 

" It would need more than man's allotted time to 
convey all," answered Cezardis. " Death and de 
struction are everywhere. A puny chain stands be 
tween the main land of the lans and my country. 
The peak next the shore opposite, and over which 
the priestess Keroecia passed, has fallen into the sea, 1 
and all the high mountains are putting forth smoke, 
ashes and melted rocks. In some places the earth 
heaves and groans continuously; in other spots, 
water pours all the time; while hot air makes man 
and beast labor for breath." 

" Ben Hu Barabe and Alcyesta are in Tlamco," 
said Akaza. ' They alone of all the Monbas sur 
vived the visitation of the fire-spirits." 

" We knew as much from the terrible rocking 
still going on in their country. The water has de 
serted the rivers everywhere, and is making new 

1 Aleutian Island chain. 



286 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

places where it has not sunk into the earth. Didst 
thou see the dread messenger in the heavens near 
the place of Venus? " 

" Yes; and it will soon make the house of Mars, 
and then there will be contention in Tlamco." 

" How fares Yermah, the beloved of Keroecia? " 

" Thy heart will be wrung by sight of him. Rea 
son fled for many days. But it is decreed otherwise, 
and he will soon find peace. Farewell 1 I go to 
fulfill an obligation," said Akaza, embracing the 
weary travelers. " Commiseration and surcease of 
care be thy portion." 

" May the Divine bring thee speedily on thy jour 
ney ! " they said with one accord. " We will pray 
the Azes to afford us shelter." 

' Thy petition will be quickly answered. Thou 
wilt find them altered and distraught, but in bodily 
health." 

They crowded into the boats kept on the Oakland 
shores for such emergencies, but in their half-fam 
ished condition they made poor headway against the 
choppy sea. 

Akaza went back over much of the same ground 
traversed in visiting the Yo-Semite Valley. Where 
possible, he went due east, facing the rising place of 
the sun. A less stout heart would have been appalled 
by the devastation and ruin all around him. 

The rivers in many places had been lifted out of 
their courses, and changed about in an almost incom 
prehensible manner. Mountains and forests no 
longer afforded shelter to the huge animals of that 
time. 

On his way into Calaveras County, Akaza saw 
herds of mastodons with their tongues lolled out, in 



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company with elephants and elk huddled together 
around a spring of fresh water. 

He encountered many a fierce grizzly bear so 
nearly famished as to be unable to harm him. 
Wolves and panthers were dead and dying by the 
hundreds, and the rhinoceros and hippopotami had 
great raw cracks in their backs because of the ex 
treme heat and the dryness of the atmosphere. 

No tongue can picture the thrilling and inspiring 
condition of the heavens. The mountain peaks con 
tinued to send up streams of hot air, which ming 
ling with the cool breezes from the sea, brought 
about gales and storms of incalculable velocity, with 
all the drying capacity of a furnace blast. The upper 
air was an amphitheater of gorgeous electric effects. 
Streaks of lightning as big as the body of a tree 
licked out their long tongues, or darted with deadly 
effect among the ashes and smoke, which rolled in 
and out over the crest of the Sierras, scattering a 
sediment broadcast for miles. The heavy cannon 
ading of the upper strata of air could never be com 
pared to the weak peals and crashes of a thunder 
storm, and yet not a drop of water fell to ease the 
sufferings of the creatures who still lived. 

" Yermah's prayers have been answered literally," 
said the old man, as he trudged along, upheld by 
some hidden force carried forward by an indom 
itable purpose. " The gold is being vaporized and 
brought to the surface in the upheaved quartz and 
gravel. It has tried to come south toward him, but 
it cannot escape the rigors of the ice, soon to overtop 
this region." 

He passed close to the great " mother lode," and 
not far from the mysterious " blue lead," the wonder 



288 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

and admiration of our pioneer days. But there was 
no detritus then, no decomposed quartz, no aurifer 
ous gravel-beds. 

" There will be no faults in these veins," he said, 
" because the uplifting is simultaneous. And in 
aftertime the deposits will be accessible to another 
race of men. They will find our copper mines, but 
will lose the secret of amalgamation. The first over 
flow of mud and water has hardened into cement," 
he continued, examining the deposit critically. 

" It is indeed time I were here. Rivers of ba 
saltic lava will follow this, and I must be prepared. 
Four successive strata will pour over me, and still 
my grinning skull will be preserved to confound and 
astonish. The very name of the monastery, Guata- 
vita, the Gate of Life, will incite men to deeds of 
blood. But thy will be done! I thank Thee that 
Thou hast given me the power to endure." 

Akaza turned to the east, and made a low salaam, 
and then went into the entrance, now covered over 
and known as the Natural Bridges of Calaveras 
County. He performed ablutions in the two rock 
basins still sitting under the stalactites and arches of 
the upper bridge and then passed to the lower en 
trance, a few yards away. 

On the east is a high mountain which for a quarter 
of a mile is supposed to contain innumerable caves. 
In reality, It is a natural rock temple, very like the 
Elephantine Caves, and it was here that the Ameri 
can lodge of the Brotherhood kept a record of the 
entire time man had existed on the earth. 

" Twice already has the face of the globe changed 
by fire, and twice by water," said Akaza; " and each 
time has a new race been born. The Aryan comes 



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into leadership by the joint action of both ele 
ments." 

The hierophant carried a little copper hammer, 
which he used to tap the various squares of solid 
masonry closing the entrance, listening each time a 
stone was struck. Finally a peculiar singing noise 
reached him, and he reversed the hammer, springing 
from its side a sharp, dagger-like point of hardened 
copper. With this he began patiently to pick the 
glaze which held the blocks of granite in place. 

He worked all day taking out the exact squares 
marked on a curious diagram held in his hand. As 
night fell, he found himself through the entrance, 
and inside the temple and monastery. 

The incomparable odor of jasmine greeted him, 
and a light flickered in the distance. 

Akaza's heart stood still. 

Here for a hundred years no intruding footsteps 
had entered! The man who lighted the perfumed 
lamp was long since in spirit life. The hierophant 
never doubted his ability to accomplish the task im 
posed upon him, but he trembled with the knowledge 
that it was so nearly finished. 

" Refreshment awaits thee on the right" he read 
from an inscription on the wall. 

Following the direction given, he found an 
abundance of hulled corn, rice, dried fruits and nuts 
securely sealed in earthen jars, and there was also 
one containing garments and other things. 

He took the edibles and came back to the arched 
entrance, where he lighted a fire, and prepared a 
meal. 

" The elements have made my bath ready," he 
said, dipping his hand into one of the larger basins. 



290 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

" The water is warm, and I am not insensible to its 
charms." 

When he came out of it he clothed himself in 
spotless linen, embroidered with orange-colored silk. 
Around his neck was a collarette of diamonds and 
black onyx set in gold, from which hung a leaden 
medal cast in the sign of Saturn, and about his waist 
was a yellow silk girdle. After he had anointed his 
hair with an unguent, he gathered some cypress and 
crowned himself with it. 

He was careful to perform every rite before and 
after eating, and as a sacrifice to fire piled up copal 
in one of the small basins, and ignited it by the 
friction of two hardwood sticks. While it burned 
he smoked; after which he allowed tired nature to 
drift into a short but deep sleep. 

Roused by an extra heavy shock of earthquake, 
he gathered up the remnants of food, his discarded 
garments and prayer-rug, and threw them into the 
burning basin piece by piece, until all were in ashes. 

Wherever possible, the firelight cast weird 
shadows against the beautiful stalactites still hang 
ing. 

These novel instruments responded in sweetest 
melodies to Akaza's magical touch. 

The hierophant used a rod made from a perfectly 
straight almond branch, just before the tree was in 
blossom. It was hollowed and filled with a needle 
of iron, which was magnetized. A many-sided prism 
cut into a triangle was fastened to one end, with a 
black resin figure of the same at the other. In the 
middle of the rod, which was the length of the arm, 
and wrapped in silk, were two rings one of red 
copper, the other of zinc. 



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On the extremity which ended in the resin triangle, 
the rod was gilded; the other end was silvered to 
the central rings. On the copper ring was a mys 
tical word, and another also on the one made of 
zinc. This rod had been consecrated by the last 
initiate at Guatavita, and had not been seen by any 
one since. 

The sounds evoked grew more and more weird 
and peculiar, and Akaza's exertions became more and 
more violent, until he dropped exhausted near the 
basin, where only a few sparks smoldered. 

From a chamois wallet he took bits of assafcetida, 
alum, and sulphur, and threw them on the heated 
coals. As their combined fumes permeated the 
air, he touched a spring in the side of one of the 
marble basins, and a thin, smooth slab slipped 
out. 

Hastily covering it with a chamois skin, he pro 
duced writing materials from the jar which had con 
tained the robe he wore, and prepared to write. He 
had scarcely seated himself on an overturned stone 
before he was entranced. 

" Thy Brother in Lassa, on the Brahmaputra, 
sends thee greeting! 

" All save the high regions of the Himalayas, 
where our monastery is situated, are sorely pressed 
by raging flood. 

" The heavens have opened. The plains with 
their chains of mountains, rivers, lakes and inland 
seas, have been suddenly heaved up. 

" Fire lurks in the hidden depths, and the beds of 
the sea vibrate and tremble. Its waves hide islands 
and continents in its abysses. 

" The sun's rays drink up the scattered waters, 



YERMAH, THE DORADO 



and pour them down again, mingling with the rivers 
and the ocean. 

" They cover the plains, filling the valleys, roaring 
around the fire mountains, hollowing out the slopes, 
and surging up to their summits. In it are swal 
lowed flocks and pasturage, forests and wild beasts, 
fields and crops, towns and hamlets, with myriads 
of mortals." 

Akaza held the rod to his forehead, and sent an 
answering message, detailing fully all that had hap 
pened here. 

" Sign and seal thy parchment, and restore to its 
hidden place. The spirit of fire hovers near thee. 
Prepare to go out in peace. Thy pilgrimage is at 
an end. 

" Thou art in the place of destruction, and Truth 
will hide her face there until thou art again incarnate. 
May thy birth into light be speedy and joyful. 

" Accept the love of thy brother and servant, 

" Kadmon the Patriarch." 

Akaza put the manuscript into a jar and sealed 
it, and with infinite pains closed the steplike opening 
through which he had entered Gautavita. Then, 
realizing that he had received his last summons, he 
laid him down peacefully to sleep. 1 

1 In the year 1866, a miner found Akaza's skull, while sinking 
a shaft in a strata of gravel one hundred and thirty-seven feet 
below the surface. It was in a beautiful flat, about fifteen miles 
north of Table Mountain, a mass of basaltic lava, six hundred 
feet thick, which was not erupted until after Akaza's death. 

The skull no longer surmounted that last nudity of man 
which instinct bids us conceal in the Earth. It was coated 
with a deposit of gravel and sand, that told of its lying in a 
river bed while mountains were worn to plains, and the decom 
posed quartz and loose gravel were plowed up by glacial ero- 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 293 

sion, and scattered over the hillsides. The skull was broken 
in its strongest part, an evidence of the force with which some 
torrent had dashed it against bowlders in the lapsing centuries. 

Some time during its wanderings in the river beds, or while 
resting on the banks, a snail had crawled under the malar bone 
and died. Its shell was found there, and no such species of 
snail has been known since the volcanoes ceased pouring lava 
over California. 

The skull 1 and the snail-shell have been the cause of great 
discussion among the scientists of our epoch: Its age is too 
great to agree with the preconceived idea of man's existence. 

1 Calaveras skull, Smithsonian Institution. 



CHAPTER TWENTY 

THE DORADO FACED UTTER NEGATION OF SELF 

IN returning to laqua from the temple, Yermah 
stopped to inspect the work being done by a 
company of warrior-priests on the cracked and 
broken wall surrounding the public gardens. These 
men had already restored the aqueducts, so that 
danger of a water famine no longer threatened 
Tlamco. 

The still terrified populace were totally incapable 
of consecutive action. Not one of them doubted 
that the destructive agencies at work would blot them 
out. All of the secular temples were crowded con 
stantly, and the voice of prayer and supplication rose 
above the low rumblings still going on in the earth. 

Death played sad havoc with women burdened 
with motherhood, and the priestesses and vestals were 
overworked in their efforts ' to take care of the 
motherless, whose pinched and frightened faces 
peered from everywhere. 

The people were too stupefied to formulate any 
definite plans for themselves, and lived in hourly ex 
pectation of a final summons. 

Military discipline, instituted by Akaza, prevented 
frenzied acts of self-destruction, while the fleet of 
balsas found it necessary to protect the granaries and 
stores. 

The first upheavals produced some curious phe- 
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THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 295 

nomena in the honeycombed hillsides containing the 
jars and baskets. After being buried for a quarter 
century, many of the former were thrown up on the 
surface with such force as to break and scatter their 
contents hopelessly. The baskets were also tossed 
and rolled about in a surprising manner. 

By right of seniority, Setos assumed command of 
the land forces, while Hanabusa cooperated heartily 
from the sea. 

The Observatory tower was a complete wreck, and 
there was no way of predicting changes of weather, 
the knowledge of which added much to the horror 
of the situation. It was a nameless, undefined dread 
a something they could not determine, which ap 
palled and overwhelmed even the stout-hearted. 

For the first time since his bereavement, Yermah 
showed an interest in his surroundings. His heart 
was wrung by the scenes about him, but it was no 
longer a self-centered grief. 

" Our Dorado is beginning to share the woes of 
his fellows," said one of the bystanders as he ap 
proached. " He no longer walks apart speechless 
with sorrow. Let us greet him as of old." 

The crowd uncovered and shouted: "Haille! 
Haille ! Haille ! " so weak and feebly that the sound 
seemed to die in their throats. Yermah was too 
much moved for words, but he made a pitiful effort 
to smile, as he raised his hands in benediction in re 
turn. 

" Peace be with thee ! " they answered, trying 
manfully to conceal their anxieties and fears. 

" Yermah ! " called a familiar voice. " Give thy 
servant greeting." 



296 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

" Orondo ! Brother in all save blood " 

The Dorado staggered and would have fallen had 
not Orondo caught and embraced him. 

" Thy hollow, wasted cheeks and thy shrunken 
frame pierce my heart like a dagger ! " cried Orondo, 
while the tears ran unrestrained down his weather- 
beaten face. " Anxiety and fear for thee urged me 
here. Speak ! Surely thou wilt not snap the slen 
der thread ! " he continued, alarmed at Yermah's 
silence. He held the Dorado up, searching his hag 
gard countenance anxiously. 

" Long have I stood within the shadow," mur 
mured Yermah feebly, struggling to overcome great 
weakness. " The body refuses to support the spirit 
in manifesting joy in seeing thee Thy pardon " 

" No need of words 'twixt thee and me," answered 
Orondo. 

" Thy heart is like a crystal spring, and I know 
its full depths." 

Orondo's strong right arm upheld the Dorado, 
but his prompt, soldier-like habit stood him in good 
stead. By a nod he beckoned to the warrior-priests 
waiting, to bring forward a palanquin, which they 
had gone into the temple to procure. Gently as a 
woman could have done, he seated the Dorado and 
motioned the attendants to go on. 

Yermah's look of gratitude made his strong chin 
tremble, and brought the old haunted expression back 
to his face. A cold, clammy perspiration stood out 
on Yermah's lips and brow as he sank back utterly 
exhausted. When he closed his eyes, Orondo said 
to himself: "He will never be paler in death. 
Poor heart-broken soul ! " 

Orondo had a good profile view as he trudged 



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beside the chair. He observed the ravages that ill 
ness of body and mind had wrought, and wondered 
in a vague sort of way if he could not share some of 
his own vitality. 

Loyalty forbade direct speech, but he had learned 
from others enough to understand the situation. His 
owns wounds bled anew, but they were rated second 
in comparison. 

" Thy master has need of sleep," he said to the 
attendants as Yermah was carried into the private 
apartments. " Should solicitude find utterance, tell 
him that I am waiting his pleasure in my old quar 
ters." 

Wandering through familiar rooms, he was able 
to estimate the effect of constant shaking on walls 
and ceilings. He saw many evidences of their being 
out of plumb. 

Despite everything Orondo had a comfortable 
sense of being at home again. He busied himself 
unpacking his surveying instruments, and looked over 
a pile of hieratic picture-writings, containing reports 
on the mounds, earthworks, and temples he had been 
inspecting. 

Two hours later, while Orondo was still absorbed 
in the work a tamane came and asked if he would 
receive the Dorado. 

" Rather entreat thy master to summon me," re 
plied Orondo. " Care sits heavily upon him, and 
it were better to encourage health and strength." 

Still intent upon additions to, and corrections of, 
the documents in hand, Orondo did not look up when 
he heard the door open and close. 

' Thou art always unselfish," declared Yermah, 
coming close to him; " but thou art prohibited from 



29$ YERMAH, THE DORADO 

inciting me to shirk duty. Not a word hast thou 
spoken of thine own case. Acquaint me with all 
which hath befallen thee." 

There was a touch of his old self in tone and 
gesture, but he seated himself like an old man. 

" Wilt thou insist on a detailed account of my 
journey hence and sojourn in the great valley? " 

" Leave dry circumstance to the custodian of 
archives. But tell me if success full and complete 
crowned thy efforts." 

" The mounds and the earthworks are perfect in 
location and design, and where finished are of en 
during workmanship. Only a few temples have been 
erected; but when the flood subsides, work will go 
on again slowly now, because of depleted num 
bers." 

" Has the dread scourge touched that fair land, 
too?" 

' Yes ; and with much violence. For days a great 
double-headed dragon hung directly over the sun, 
as if it would fall down over and obscure the light. 
Its long body flickered with every current of air and 
the mountain divide, running north and south from 
ocean to ocean, heaved and shook responsive to it. 
This went on for many days; then the dragon was 
seen to back away into space; but it went very slowly, 
as if the sun held it transfixed. Clouds and dark 
ness followed, and the waters lay over the tops of the 
trees, by the last accounts." 

" Thou wert not eye-witness ? " 

" Not in all the district. My labor was in the 
south. The waters did not oppress me." 

" Thou art newly come from our brethren in 
Zuni ? Is it well with them ? " 



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" The hotah has blown steadily one whole luna 
tion, parching the surface dry as a desert. Years of 
patient artifice made water plentiful, but the sources 
have hidden in the earth, and every green thing is 
withered and dead. Windows fall out of the houses, 
doors refuse to hang, and are much too small for 
the openings. Man and beast suffer frightfully. 
An ashy hue overspreads the countenance. The 
eyes, lips and throats become parched and painful; 
then the only hope was to smear themselves with 
grease." 

" And wert thou obliged to treat thy body so? " 
asked Yermah, mindful of Orondo's habit of exqui 
site cleanliness. 

" Yes ; and to a liberal coating of olive oil do I 
owe my life doubly. The evil omen overhead 
warned me of impending danger to us all, and my 
fealty to thee made me hasten homeward." 

In answer to Yermah's grateful look, he con 
tinued : 

u Coming through the narrow pass in the moun 
tains lying south, I went always ahead of the 
tamanes to spy out the best places. One morning 
I found myself in close proximity to a grizzly, 
ravenously hungry. I had neither time to retreat 
nor to defend myself before the bear was upon me. 
I fell flat on my face, and lay motionless while he 
smelt me all over. The oil both puzzled and dis 
turbed him, for he made off into the woods and left 
me to win back courage as best I could." 

" This animal eats no flesh he hath not killed," 
said Yermah, " but thou art fortunate to escape a 
blow from its powerful paw, or a crushing squeeze." 

" He was very hungry ; and I was glad to be 



300 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

thoroughly saturated with oil, even if I did imagine 
it was rancid," observed Orondo, naively. 

For the first time in many days, Yermah laughed. 

" Nevertheless, thou art justly called the fearless 
one," he said. 

" The same heat and distress lies everywhere in 
the south, and there is a faint, luminous mist, dry 
as the hotah itself, which makes the sun look like 
blood. It desposits whitish particles upon every 
thing, very like a cottony wood fiber. Near the sea 
it disappears although the dry wind prevails. All 
of the testimony confirms the report that a brilliant 
rainbow surrounded the moon at the time the mist 
came." 

Both men lapsed into silence, and profound de 
pression came back to Yermah. 

" The gardens have suffered comparatively little," 
said Orondo. " Not finding thee here, I went to see 
them immediately after ablution and prayers." 

" Tlamco has been spared much which hath be 
fallen other sections," responded Yermah. " The 
Monbas Thou hast heard? " 

" I have heard," said Orondo in a low voice. 
" My heart is still tender toward the high-priestess, 
Keroecia. So long as I live, memory will hold her 
first among women." 

Before Yermah could reply, he hastened to ask: 

" Hast thou news from Poseidon's kingdom? " 

" My summons hence is hourly expected. I am 
already of the Brotherhood. Seest thou the sign 
manual given by Akaza ? " 

He held up his hand while Orondo inspected the 
ring. 

" Runners were dispatched down the coast to 



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communicate with the balsas coming in from At 
lantis, but no answer was possible before my de 
parture." 

" Alcamayn desires speech with the Servitor 
Yermah," announced a tamane, answering a com 
mand to enter. 

" Direct him here," said Yermah. " Thou hast 
not seen him since coming? " he asked Orondo. 

When the two men had exchanged greetings, Al 
camayn refused to disturb the conference. 

" My only office was to bring tidings from the 
far north. Cezardis of the Mazamas is here, more 
dead than alive from hardships unparalleled, and 
begs thou wilt give him leave to remain in Tlamco." 

" Willingly. But how fares his countrymen? " 

" They are sore oppressed by the elements, espe 
cially by ice and snow, and there is only a handful 
of them left. The land of Ian is forever separated 
from this continent. An arm of the sea lies between 
them." 

" Setos, come in! Thou art most welcome," said 
Orondo, catching a glimpse of him through the open 
doorway. 

" Knowledge of thy presence hath but newly 
found me, and I came direct in quest of thee," said 
Setos, embracing Orondo. " This dread calamity 
is lessened, since thou art preserved." 

" If unalloyed happiness were possible, thy speech 
would give it me," responded Orondo. 

Yermah was about to dismiss Alcamayn, when 
Setos saluted him pompously, as became the head of 
the military. 

There was the shadow of a smile on Orondo's 
face as he noted the new air of dignity, and he re- 



302 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

fleeted that it was quite like the man to think of self 
in the midst of such appalling disaster. 

It was evident, from Setos's punctilious, ceremo 
nious manner, that he was the bearer of important 
news. His face and voice bespoke gratified vanity 
as he said: 

" Hast thou had audience with the emissaries from 
Poseidon's kingdom? " 

" No," answered Yermah, trying to read the 
masked countenance before him. " Art thou ad 
vised of the import? " 

" Yes. It is most terrible. Through the agencies 
of earthquake and tidal wave, the whole island of 
Atlantis, with every living thing, is on the bed of the 
ocean." 

A sharp, agonized cry from Yermah, who swooned 
and fell face downward at the feet of Setos, pre 
vented further remark. 

" His proud warrior spirit quails under him," said 
that individual peering at him curiously, but offering 
no assistance. " His courage kisses the ground be 
fore disappointed ambition. For the first time he 
knows fear." Setos's words were between a sneer 
and a hiss. 

" Thou art destitute of humanity," exclaimed 
Orondo, springing forward and supporting the fallen 
head on his knee. " Thy brutal abruptness is want 
ing in loyalty," he continued, as long, white streaks 
mingled with the ruddy bronze about his sternly set 
mouth and chin. 

" When thou art in Tlamco longer thou wilt find 
that discontent is rampant that Yermah no longer 
has a united following," returned Setos, surprised at 
the outburst into saying more than he had intended. 



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" If so, thou art at fault. Speak not thus to me, 
Setos! I know that thou wert called a black magi 
cian in Poseidon's kingdom, and that none of the 
White Brotherhood except Akaza would suffer thy 
presence among the chosen." 

Orondo's face was ablaze with indignation, while 
Setos and Alcamayn exchanged significant glances. 

" Thou art unduly exercised, Orondo," mildly in 
terposed the jeweler. " Setos meant no offense. 
Stress of the times and Yermah's long affliction have 
caused people to babble idly. When once he is 
among them, and when the earth is stable again, it 
will all pass like mere vaporings." 

" I had sought thee for private conference on this 
very subject," said Setos, apologetically. 

" And thou hast my answer," repeated Orondo, 
his eyes still sparkling angrily. 

Alcamayn assisted in the restoration, and Setos 
was constrained to pull up a reclining chair, as the 
prostrate figure was being assisted to rise. 

"Thou wilt not repeat?" whispered Setos, 
guiltily. 

" Not until thou hast forgotten to be loyal," as 
sented Orondo, looking him squarely in the face. 

"Am I going mad, or am I dying?" wailed 
Yermah, pushing his fingers up through his tangled 
hair. " Did I hear aright? Tell me, Setos didst 
thou say that our native land and all our people are 
blotted out?" 

" Such is the word from May ax. They also 
report that the land of the Mexi is split from east 
to west with a great rent in the earth, from which 
seven great volcanoes have sent fire and smoke ever 
since the crevice closed. In that section the disturb- 



304 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

ance came from the east, and went far out into the 
surviving islands of the lost Lemuria on the west." 

Alcamayn and Orondo shared Yermah's consterna 
tion; but, like Setos, they never expected to return 
to Atlantis, and therefore their interest was not so 
personal and keen. 

Yermah still seemed stupefied, but he roused him 
self by a mighty effort of will. 

" Call all the people together in the Temple of 
Saturn, on the proper day, and let the four inter 
vening suns rise on a fasting and contrite nation. 
Let every house and roadway be swept for purifica 
tion. Let the anointing and ablution be thorough, 
and let them come to the temple laden with flowers ; 
because where flowers grow, love has been. This 
is the end of a divine cycle; and it is befitting that 
we come together in chastened spirit to mourn its 
myriad dead." 

Seeing that they stood uncertain as to how to pro 
ceed, he added: 

" I will make proclamation. See to it, Setos, and 
thou, Alcamayn, that the edict is posted on all the 
temple doors and all the obelisks, and make it known 
to the fleet and to the warriors. None shall be 
exempt from this Festival of Humiliation, and it 
shall be an anniversary for ages to come." 

" Before thou art engrossed with quill and parch 
ment, accept another service of wine of maguey," 
said Orondo, while the tamane was arranging writ 
ing materials. " Thy physical strength is indeed at 
low ebb." 

" But my agonized spirit hears the shrieks of de 
spair of our dying brothers. May they find com 
fort in the bosom of the Ineffable One ! " 



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" Amend ! hear and grant, we beseech thee ! " 
they all said in heartfelt sympathy. 

" Wilt thou give us leave to smoke? " asked Setos, 
as Yermah prepared to write. 

" With both assent and blessing. Thou art kind 
to remember what my poor confused brain is unable 
to recall at this moment." 

He wrote : 

Brethren of Tlamco Greeting: 

He whose face is always inscrutable and hidden begins 
another eon of time. Countless thousands of our fellows 
heard the dread voice and are silent. 

Alcyone, the great central sun, has once more suffered 
eclipse, and a fiery sign hangs in the heavens. 

The north is ingulfed, the south is on fire, the sacred 
east frowns and threatens in gray obscurity, and blood 
drowns the fading light in the west. 

Desolation mocks the eye on all sides. 

Thou art each and all commanded to prepare for a solemn 
commemoration of humiliation and despair. Go ye all to 
the Temple of Saturn, and there do honor to our beloved 
dead. 

Bear thy burdens helpfully and with courage; for in the 
innumerable wanderings, upheavals, and cataclysms of our 
earth's stupendous career each creature has some time been 
summoned under penalty of death to make good use of its 
wits. 

How many courtiers go into the presence of a king a 
hundred times, not to have speech with him, not to hear him, 
but merely to be seen, that he may know they are willing 
to serve. 

When thou art in the house of death, speak if thou canst. 
If not, show thyself, and let thy heart be content. 

Done by the hand of thy humble servitor, 

YERMAH. 



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In dismissing Alcamayn and Setos, he said : 

" Send the couriers from the lands of the Mayax 
and of Mexi to me in the early morning. I will 
have all their sayings engrossed on parchment and 
read in the temple. 

" Let our brethren know this." 

After a deep sleep of exhaustion, Yermah arose at 
early dawn and went into the private sanctuary. 
Before he crossed its portals his attention was at 
tracted by a ray of light near his feet. Looking 
closely, he saw it was a pentagram graven on mica. 
It had two points on the side toward him, and placed 
so it was a charm to repel evil. 

Picking it up, he noticed that the reverse side 
had a circle for the sun, a crescent for the moon, a 
winged caduceus for Mercury, a sword for Mars, a 
hieroglyph for Venus, and a scythe for Saturn. 
The glyph was in the center, and interlaced with it 
was the word " Azoth." 

A scrap of paper catching the Dorado's eye, he 
stooped and picked up Akaza's will. After giving 
minute directions about finding the manuscript and 
sacred relics hidden in the cave at Ingharep, it said: 

I who am old and weary of the world sink into its dust. 
But I swear by him who sleeps at Aision that never did I 
not exist, nor will any one of us hereafter cease to be 
though in this body thou wilt never see me again. 

Farewell, my beloved! When thou hast mastered the 
pentagram, that sublime figure whose geometrical form con 
nects the five senses of man with the throne of creative power, 
thou wilt fully realize that that which we hold as evil is 
in reality the greatest good. 

Farewell, beloved! Treasure the five-pointed star, and 
meditate continually upon its teachings. Fear not. The 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 307 

promise to return to thy native land shall be made good to 
thee when the times and seasons are propitious. When the 
inner spirit prompts thee, go. Thou wilt find a pentagram 
of similar make in the right spot. Let the seal of silence 
be on thy lips. May thy courage wax and grow strong as 
a lion. Though absent from the body, yet I am with thee 
always. Thou art my successor in all things. Wear the 
mantle of authority as if the All-seeing Eye were bent upon 
thee continually. 

Farewell, my best beloved! May that formless entity 
whose presence is everywhere felt, yet never comprehended, 
guide and bless thee always. 

. AKAZA THE HERMAPHRODITE. 1 

Trying to fully realize that Akaza had crossed 
the boundary line between the two worlds, Yermah 
passed into the sanctuary. 

But before he knelt he saw a tiny white square 
lying on the altar. He had only to glance at it to 
recognize the broken threads and entangled mesh of 
Keroecia's weave. Some thoughtful hand had placed 
it there. He carried it to his lips reverently and ex 
amined it curiously. It was water-stained and 
wrinkled from compression in a pocket, but he 
divined that she had sent it to him by Ben Hu Barabe. 
Some time, when he could bear to speak of it, he 
would make inquiry but not now! " O God! 
not now! " 

He sank down before the statue. 

1 Initiates were always considered hermaphrodites, but not in 
a sex sense. The name itself implies this, being a compound 
of Hermes (wisdom) and Aphrodite (love). When sex takes 
precedence over humanity it is hard to explain a divine mystery, 
because organs are mistaken attributes, and the whole world is 
sex mad. Nevertheless, activity and repose, positive and nega 
tive, equilibrium and discord, cause and effect, involution and 
evolution, differentiation and polarization of atoms, and the laws 
governing them are united in the one word SEX. 



308 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

"All, all is lost! " he cried in agony of soul 
" Keroecia, Akaza, and my fatherland! It is more 
than I can endure ! Grant release to this tortured 
spirit Thou whose whole essence is love and wis 
dom! " 

Hoarse moans and sobs choked his utterance, 
while everything in the room seemed to vibrate with 
overwhelming sorrow. 

He was crying man's tears those that leave the 
eyelids dry, but drip inwardly and fall scalding hot 
on the heart. His poor routed will power inter 
posed no opposition, while grief hurricaned through 
his non-resisting body. He was fighting the battle 
alone facing the utter negation of self the 
complete overthrow of desire. 

Finally, overcome by physical exhaustion, he lay 
with his head at the feet of Orion, too weary to 
make an effort of any kind. After a while a sort 
of stupor came over him, and then he heard voices, 
while a cool breath of air fanned his heated cheek, 
and he felt the presence of his loved ones. 

" Behold in tribulation the key which unlocks the 
mystery of the soul! The initiate cannot speak to 
the heart of man until he has himself drained to the 
dregs the bitter cup of life's miseries." 

Yermah lifted a startled face, and peered intently 
about him in the vain hope of locating the speaker. 

" Fear not, my beloved ! Man is only what he 
thinks. He mingles his aura with that of his fel 
lows, and the Redeemer becomes the fellow-sufferer, 
because the twain are made one in sorrow. Rise 
and go forth comforted. Thou hast loosed the belt 
of Orion. Thou hast crossed the bridge of Kinevat." 

Without a moment's hesitation, and with implicit 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 309 

faith, Yermah obeyed. He had touched and re 
bounded from the lowest rung of personal grief and 
despair, and he would never again sink so deeply in 
the Slough of Despond. 



CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE 

A COMMEMORATION OF HUMILIATION AND 
DESPAIR 

THE Temple of Saturn, where the Festival 
of Humiliation was held, was situated on 
Park Hill, southeast of the center of the 
city, near Mount Olympus. It represented one of 
the rings of Saturn, while a hill now occupied by 
an iron water-tank gave the outer ring. 

The temple itself marked the orbit of Saturn, the 
reaper who gathers the harvest of the dead. It was 
a square edifice, and had towers which were of the 
same form at the base, but became round as the tall 
spires rose skyward. A high arched entrance of 
elaborately carved sandstone led to a long quad 
rangular hall. The ceiling was of heavy paneled 
redwood, polished and treated with copal, while the 
walls were an elaborate mural broken, double and 
single key patterns, interspersed with squares, circles 
and triangles in porphyry bas-relief. The floor was 
a succession of interlaced hoops and balls of blue 
enamel on squares of white marble. 

Unlike the other temples, there was but one en 
trance, which faced west, signifying that all who 
entered the Hall of Death came by the same road; 
and, also, that the sun going down in the west was 
typical of physical life departing from the body. 

An intricately carved ebony arch, relieved by 
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pieces of crystal and tiny panels of isinglass, enclosed 
the eastern altar, containing a gold sunburst and 
throne of the same, on which was seated a green 
jasper statue of Maia the Virgin Mother of all. 

The elevated platform of black marble had in 
cense vessels, urns, and vases of gold, set with black 
onyx and diamonds, in a delicate tracery of black 
enamel. 

Emblematic brocades of pale blue silk hung be 
tween the square, windows, whose innumerable small 
panes were of frosted glass set in a circular frame. 

A circle inscribed within a square is the geo 
metrical emblem of death, and the veiled light con 
veyed the same idea. 

In the center of the southern wall, under a richly 
canopied entablature of arms of Atlantis, embla 
zoned on a heavily fringed and corded brocade of 
shaded blue, was a high granite slab, back of which 
was a square ark containing an aerolite stone. 

The Immaculate Conception also pertains to the 
mystery of death, since it is a new birth, and the 
heaven-born stone signifies that the newly released 
spirit is immaculate. In other words, that its birth 
into the body and contact with material life have 
left no stain upon its intrinsic purity. 

Before this shrine Yermah ordered a purple veil 
of Akaza to be placed. Skulls and crossbones in 
white were painted upon this, to show that he was 
master of the living as well as of the dead. 

The queen of odors, jasmine, which corresponds 
to G in alt, or equilibrium, filled the perfumed lamp 
suspended in the center of the shrine; while ewers 
of oil, containing citron, lemon, orange-peel, ver 
bena, and rose sat on either side. 



312 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

The Azes recognized the octaves of odor, and 
offered the higher grade to age; while the lower, 
consisting of almond, heliotrope, vanilla, clematis 
and neroli, were placed in ewers on the altar oppo 
site, as a sacrifice to youth. 

Musically, these correspond to the lower bass and 
upper treble clefs. 

On a square base of onyx rose a pyramid and 
obelisk of prismatic glass at each side of the north 
ern niche. The pyramid was composed of glass 
squares, ingeniously piled up, and the obelisk was of 
round balls of glass, beginning with twelve, and 
ending with one. Several lighted lamps placed be 
hind them gave a bewildering effect of color through 
the crystal. 

The niche itself ended in a sharp triangle, and 
contained a blue enamel swastika, familiarly known 
to-day as the Keys of Saint Peter. 

Astronomically, it is the sign Aquarius, which is 
Janus, or Saint Peter, while Pisces is the swastika in 
his hand. It is correlated to the spiral movements 
in nature everywhere, and its hieroglyph is a dragon, 
serpent meander, or two rivers of fire. 

Three marble steps led to this altar, and there was 
a constant stream of people praying before it. They 
entered barefooted, and silently threw themselves on 
the floor before the altars. The swastika not only 
indicated the time, but also the unsettled condition, 
and they implored continually: 

" O Thou who art master of all motion, hold 
Thou the earth fast in the hollow of Thy hand! 
Grant that it may no longer be swayed in its orbit, 
but may go in peace, freed from evil influence. 
Hear and answer, we beseech Thee ! " 



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Rising at daybreak, the whole populace made their 
ablutions with scrupulous care, and dressed them 
selves in spotless white. 

They waited in vain for a glimpse of the rising 
sun, and then betook themselves to the housetops. 

Turning with infinite yearning to the north, they 
cried out: 

" Spirits of the lost ones, come quickly, since thou 
art expected ! " 

This curious practice was kept up at this yearly 
festival until the time of the conquest of Mexico. 
All the native races of America believed with the 
Norsemen that hell was situated in the north doubt 
less in memory of the overwhelming destruction of 
the great Ice Age. 

Esoterically, ice is spiritual fire. 

Reentering their houses, the populace took their 
canapas * which were the same as the Roman titular 
deities, and hastened to a great funeral pyre already 
smoking in front of the Temple of Saturn. 

Since fire was the substance of the sun, and since 
the sun's ray was the medium through which Deity 
contacted the earth, the devotees did not venture 
near it without prostrating themselves, kissing the 
earth, and making manifestations of abasement. 

The worshipers made low obeisance to the four car 
dinal points, and threw cassia, cinnamon, sweet cala 
mus and myrrh into the flames. Braving the heat, 
they held the canapas in the smoke until the figures 
warmed perceptibly, then wrapped them in linen 
scorched by the fire, and ran back to their houses. 

It was no longer possible to summon them to the 
temples by ringing the big bell on top of the Observa- 

1 Lares and penates household gods. 



314 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

tory, as the tower still lay in ruins; so they waited 
for the trumpet-call. 

Incense was burned on the sacrificial altars, and 
a pot-pourri of resinous gums was carried in the 
hand, in alabaster or jeweled boxes, along with palm 
branches, which indicated a new period of mani 
festation of matter. 

A procession issued from the western gate of the 
Temple of the Sun, in the center of Tlamco. First 
came a troop of warrior-priests with spears held up 
right and garlanded with roses. 

The next was Yermah, robed in cloth of gold, with 
a white linen mantle over his shoulder. His head 
was bared, and he had submitted to tonsure as a 
sacred observance. 

The Azes considered the human head a magnet, 
having a natural electrical, irregular circle, moving 
in the path of the sun. 

The os-frontis, sinciput, and os-sublime are the 
positive pole, while the occiput is the negative. 

In the right hand of the Dorado was a lotus- 
headed scepter, an emblem of religious dominion; 
while in his left hand was a sword constructed in 
the form of a cross, with three pommels, or two 
crescents for guards. It had been newly conse 
crated by being thrust into a fire made of laurel and 
cypress woods, after which it was wiped and pol 
ished with the ashes and wrapped in a linen cloth. 

Behind the Dorado were one hundred youths, 
dressed to represent the four seasons; and after 
them came Imos, the high-priest, in green robes and 
tiara, borne on a litter by twelve priests, represent 
ing the sun in one of its zodiacal houses. 

Following, walked the Virgin of the Sun, Oahspe, 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 315 

who was to be offered up in sacrifice, as a solemn 
atonement for the people. 

This observance did not involve the horrible rites 
of later superstition, because she did not represent 
death to the physical, but death of transgression and 
new birth into righteousness. 

Back of her were one hundred vestals, dressed in 
white and crowned with myrtle. After them came 
boys and girls to the number of three hundred and 
sixty-five, each representing the sun and moon in their 
daily journey. 

Last were five hundred warrior-priests clad in 
black, with white crosses on their backs and breasts. 

The procession wound slowly around the serpen 
tine avenue, and up the winding path to the temple, 
the priests chanting a hymn as they walked. Fil 
ing in, they stood ranged in rows on each side of the 
hall, and in the gray morning light their voices 
mingled with melodious strains of harps, flutes and 
lyres. The music rose grandly, floating through the 
dim aisles and out into the crowded spaces before the 
entrance. There were no lights on the altars, and 
the congregation moved like specters in the semi- 
darkness. 

Imos knelt in the center before the veil which en 
closed the figure of the ever-youthful Virgin. On 
his right side knelt Yermah, and on his left was 
Oahspe. 

A hush fell over the people, the music ceased and 
all waited with bated breath to see if Divine help 
would be vouchsafed them. 

Suddenly, through a rift in the clouds, shone a 
resplendent sun-ray, which flooded the figures and the 
statue with a golden light. 



316 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

The tense, strained, fearful looks relaxed, and a 
long sigh of relief escaped their lips, while an elec 
tric thrill ran through the crowd, and many of them 
wept unrestrainedly. 

The gates of the enclosure swung open, and Imos 
stood within, facing the sun. Then Yermah took 
Oahspe by the hand, and led her to Imos, who made 
a sign of hierarchal blessing and poured a few drops 
of olive oil over her hair. The high-priest stepped 
back, and, placing his right hand over his heart, 
held his left up to the figure of Maia, the Cosmic 
Virgin, and proclaimed in a loud voice : 

" It is consummated ! " 

There was a moment's silence. 

The sunshine faded from the golden hair of 
Oahspe, and a light, made by no mortal hands, 
flickered around the statue, illuminating the whole 
niche. 

" In thy strength and wisdom, O Father-Mother, 
join Thou the heavens above with the earth below! " 
cried the people in response. 

Again the music swelled through the temple and 
the warrior-priests made use of their long spears to 
light the lamps. 

Yermah received the three-handled silver cup of 
humiliation from the high-priest Imos, and partook 
of its bitter contents. From him it passed to 
Oahspe, then to Orondo, Setos, Alcamayn, Ildiko, 
Rahula, Cezardis, Ben Hu Barabe, and Alcyesta and 
then on to every man and woman in the temple. 

The priests composed and arranged the music 
used in the temples; and now a choir chanted a 
funeral text from their sacred books, referring to the 
sinking in earlier cataclysms of the continents of 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 317 

Ruta and Daitya, which extended into the Gulf of 
Mexico and the Caribbean Sea. 

These continents included the Azores, the Cape 
Verde and Grand Canary Islands, while the peaks 
of Teneriffe are all that is left of Poseidon's king 
dom. The latter, an island three hundred and fifty 
miles long and two hundred miles wide, contained 
the crystallization of ancient civilization, and had 
colonies in the four quarters of the globe. 

The history of this race is written in the public 
works of the ancient kingdoms; in their bridges 
crossing great rivers and swamps; in the highways 
leveling mighty mountains and uplifting plains; in 
the matchless gardens and aqueducts; in the beauty 
and splendor of the cities; in fabulous treasures of 
gold and silver; and, more than all, in the grandeur 
of the mighty pyramids, temples and obelisks erected 
and dedicated to the glorification of a Supreme Being. 

It was also written in the provident laws of the 
nation in its progressive civic life, its happiness 
and its calm, delightful view of the world. 

The priests chanted: 

" The end of the Etherean column that extended 
to Kinevat, on the borders of the vortex of the 
earth, was made fast by the pressure of Thy wide 
heavens. 

" And the vertex closed in from the extreme end, 
and, loj the earth was broken ! " 

The people looked at each other and shuddered. 

They understood the significance of Orion's Belt, 
and they knew, also, that the three hills overlooking 
the Golden Gate, where the waters had lately rushed 
through, typified one end of the Bridge of Kinevat. 

Some among them knew that this referred to ini- 



318 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

tiation, but it was generally supposed that the mys 
tery had reference to death. 

One variant of this allegory was personated in the 
heavens by the constellation of Orion. The three 
bright stars in his belt represented Will, Aspiration 
and Harmony. 

For this reason the Dorado was required to pray 
before a figure of Orion which was the official lares 
and penates of laqua. In the abstract, the statue 
symbolized the god-hood in man. 

As an. image of his own higher self, it was a 
something on which Yermah could concentrate all of 
his thought-forces. 

A low, plaintive wail from the instruments, and 
a chill seized the audience. 

" A mighty continent was cut loose from its 
fastenings," sang the bass voices. " The fires of the 
earth came forth in flames and clouds and loud roar 
ings." 

" And the land rocked to and fro like a ship at 
sea," chimed the tenors. 

" Again the vortex of the earth closed in on all 
sides," they all sang together. 

" By great pressure the land sank beneath the 
waters to rise no more," they repeated three times. 
Then, after an impressive pause: 

" The corporeans all went down to death ! " 

The wails and cries of the mourners drowned the 
music. 

In the midst of the exercise, Yermah was invested 
with a purple robe and the pointed hat of a hiero- 
phant, while Imos took position in the northern 
niche, in front of the swastika. When quiet was 



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restored the high-priest knelt with the entire congre 
gation, and after a long and fervent supplication 
rose and hung a broken heart of rubies on a little 
gold hook in the center of the revolving cross. 

" Sacred to thy memory, O Atlantis ! 
Fit semblance of our grief for thee, O Poseidon ! 
Reminder of our transition hence to Kinevat 
The bridge between us and eternity ! " 

chanted the entire assemblage, making genuflections 
continuously. 

Yermah found his way to the platform, and as 
Imos gave the hierarchal blessing he handed the 
Dorado a parchment scroll, which the latter slowly 
unrolled and read : 

BUNDLE OF WONDERFUL THINGS * 

The Great King of the Dazzling Face, the chief of all 
the Yellow Faces, was sad, seeing the sins of the Black 
Faces. He sent his air-vehicles to all his brother chiefs with 
highest men within, saying: 

" Prepare ! Arise, ye men of the Good Law, and cross 
the land while dry ! The Lords of the Storm are approach 
ing. 

" Their chariots are nearing the land. 

" She is doomed, and they have to descend with her. 

" The nether Lords of the Fires (gnomes and fire ele- 
mentals) are preparing their magic-worked weapons. 

" But the Lords of the Dark Eye are stronger than these 
elementals, and they are the slaves of the mighty ones. 

" They are versed in Astra. Come and use yours. 

" Let every Lord of the Dazzling Face cause the 
vehicles of every Lord of the Dark Face to come into his 
hands, lest any should by this means escape from the waters ; 

1 H. P. Blavatsky in The Secret Doctrine. 



320 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

avoid the rod of the four elements, and save the wicked 
people. 

" May every Yellow Face send sleep from himself to 
every Black Face. 

"May even they be free from pain. May every, man 
who is true to the Solar Gods bind every man under the 
Lunar. Gods, lest he should suffer or escape his destiny. 

" And may every Yellow Face offer his life-water to the 
speaking animal watching beside the Black Face. 

" Let him not awaken his master The hour has struck 
the black night is ready Let their destiny be accom 
plished. We are the servants of the Great Four May 
the King of Light return." 

" The Great King fell upon his dazzling face and 
wept. 

. . . " When the kings assembled, the waters had al 
ready moved. . . . The natives had now crossed the 
dry lands. They were beyond the water-mark. Their 
kings reached them in their vehicles, and led them on to 
the lands of fire and metal (east and north) . . . 

" Stars and meteors showered on the lands of the Black 
Faces, but they slept. . . . 

" The waters rose and covered the valleys from one end 
of the earth to the other. High lands remained dry. 
. . . There dwelt those who escaped the men of the 
Yellow Faces and of the Straight Eye. 

" When the Lords of the Dark Faces awoke, they be 
thought them of the vehicles, in order to escape from the 
rising waters, but they were gone. Some of the most pow 
erful of the Dark Faces awoke first, and pursued those who 
had spoiled them. Many of the faint-hearted perished on 
their way. 

" The pursuers, whose heads and chests soared high above 
the water, chased them. Finally the rising waves reached 



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them, and they perished to the last man. The soil sank 
under their feet, and the earth engulfed those who had 
desecrated her. 



When Yermah ceased speaking, he crossed over 
to the southern altar, and laid a small wreath of 
jasmine on Akaza's veil, saying: 

" Thou hast quashed the will-o'-the-wisp of 
doubtful spirits. Thou hast crossed the Bridge of 
Kinevat * and art come into bliss." 

The congregation followed the example of the 
Dorado, and for the remainder of the day made 
offerings upon the different altars. They deposited 
palms in the eastern niche; on the north, cypress and 
aloes; on the south, quantities of white flowers; 
while about the entrance they strewed branches of 
weeping-willow. 

The sun went down on absolute silence. 

Every animal was either muzzled or shut up in a 
dark place. 

There was not a light in the city, nor did a human 
being speak above a whisper. 

Just before midnight the people retired, without 
breaking fast during the whole twenty-four hours. 

1 It is a mistake to suppose that the personality originates 
thought. The sphere called mind reflects thought, as the earth 
reflects the light of the sun. It is quite as mis-leading to as 
sert that the spirit leaves the body at death as it would be to 
assume that the sun is actually in the earth, because this planet 
lives by its rays. The spirit never is in the body therefore 
it has neither birth nor death. It contacts and vivifies the 
body in the same manner as does the sun the earth. The 
photosphere of the earth, and the aura of man are universal 
exemplifications of the mysterious Bridge of Kinevat. 



YERMAH, THE DORADO 



In the dead watches of the night they communed 
silently with hordes of disembodied entities who had 
crossed the bridge which connects one phase of mind 
with desire, and the other with spirit. By this 
means the upward surging forces of the animal king 
dom, are united with the downward cycling emana 
tion of the Divine the most profound myth asso 
ciated with the Bridge of Kinevat. 



CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO 

THE ARROW-HEAD MEMORIAL TO THE LOST MONBAS 

TRIBES 

F | ^HE legend of Humoo, or the Lost Arrow, 
associated with the Giant's Thumb, one of 



1 



the wonders of the Yo-Semite Valley, had 
its origin in the building of the enormous arrow 
head in a triangular plateau two thousand feet above 
the level of the sea, in the ribbon-like convolutions 
of the San Bernardino Mountains, about six miles 
from the little village bearing the same name. 

The Mexican hero, Santa Anna, is immortalized 
in the name of the valley stretching southward to 
the peaks of Temescal, where tin and other ore of 
value was being formed in nature's laboratory, as 
Yermah and his men fashioned the arrow-head l 
which would serve as a memorial stone, an arrow 
head burial for the lost Monbas tribes. 

A circle intersecting Twin Peaks, in Tlamco, and 
including the North Dome, in the Yo-Semite, and 
the arrow-head, is exactly one fifth the diameter of 
the moon. The dual reference to the mind and to 
people, always ascribed to the influence of the moon, 
here found adequate expression in this giant monu 
ment. It commemorated the loss of a continent, the 
extinction of a race, and also pictured the mental 
anguish of the surviving nations. 

1 Sixteen hundred (Egyptian) feet long by five hundred feet 
wide. 

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YERMAH, THE DORADO 



The arrow, typical of thought, was composed of 
disintegrated white quartz on light gray granite, 
and it stands out bold and white against a dark 
background of entirely different soil. Short white 
grass and weeds cover the arrow-head proper, while 
dark shrubbery and trees mark the surrounding 
country. So perfect is its contour, so elevated its 
situation, it can be descried from every part of the 
valley, and is plainly visible at a distance of thirty 
miles. 

So cunningly was the soil mixed for the molding 
of the arrow, that the ages since have not caused it 
to diminish, nor can it be made to support vegetation 
of a larger growth, or of species common to its 
surroundings. 

The flint points downward, and at its base is a 
cluster of twenty medicinal springs, famous for their 
curative powers. 

Westward Santa Catalina Island had but recently 
appeared, and although eighty miles away, it still 
smoked and rocked, animated by the hidden forces 
which called it into being. 

The blue coast line rises out of the purple mists 
in the distance like spectral silhouettes. And there 
are deep canons in the rugged mountains in the im 
mediate vicinity, carrying ice-cold streams in close 
proximity to the steam and sulphurous vapors issu 
ing from the boiling springs dotting the narrow pass 
below. 

Yermah did wisely to bring his men south for 
the northern mountains were still shaking and spit 
ting black vomit over the valleys at their base. 

The heat was too fierce for rain, although the 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 325 

moisture-laden breezes were sucked in from the 
ocean in perfect hurricanes. 

Lying well south, inland, and sheltered by a moun 
tain range, the San Bernardino Valley afforded 
shelter for distressed man and beast. It was here, 
and while waiting for seed-time, that the arrow-head 
was outlined so strangely on the mountain side. 

Much that is curious in Indian lore clings to this 
spot. Like a pillar of fire, the arrow is said to have 
guided their forefathers to this place, where it finally 
rested. Evil has been put to flight here more than 
once. 

The Azes' judges drew the death-circle and square 
over the breast of the condemned with an arrow, 
and this is why the arrow-head burial was given 
Keroecia and her followers. 

The Festival of Humiliation began a period of 
mourning which was continuous and fervid until 
this curious monument was completed and dedi 
cated. 

While Yermah was away from Tlamco, Orondo 
served in his stead much to the annoyance of Setos, 
who was as busy as a mole in the dark, stirring up 
sedition, and adding to the general unrest and sus 
picion everywhere manifest. 

The high-priest, Imos, at the suggestion of Setos, 
openly charged that the Brotherhood of the White 
Star were to blame for the destruction of Atlantis. 
Some solemn vow had been broken, and Deity was 
mortally offended. 

This assertion gave pestiferous, meddlesome Setos 
the desired opportunity, and he instituted a severe 
and rigorous investigation into the conduct of all 



326 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

public affairs; also, into the lives of every man and 
woman in Tlamco. 

No one escaped; nor was any situation sacred to 
the inquisitors, who in the name of morality did not 
hesitate to go to any length. 

Setos did not dare to openly accuse Yermah of 
breaking a vow made to the Ineffable One. 

He refrained from fixing this unpardonable sin on 
any other person, and by innuendo and insinuation 
contrived to strengthen every breath of discontent 
inherent in the unusual conditions arising from a 
mixture of races, habits and modes of thought. 

He urged Yermah to give all refugees asylum in 
Tlamco, knowing that enforced idleness and nameless 
dread opened the mind for seditious propaganda. 
Both he and Imos insisted strenuously that some one 
had sinned against Divinity. 

This accusation made each one distrustful and 
suspicious, and in their anxiety to clear themselves 
many an overt act or word was let loose to strengthen 
the intangible something which hovered in the air. 
None pretended to name it; nor was there anything 
but the most circumspect language used. 1 

Setos knew better than to show his hand. He 
was content, at present, to merely discredit the 
Dorado. As to his future plans time would 
prove them. 

Yermah felt, rather than saw, the change, but he 

1 Profane and blasphemous words were unknown to the native 
races in the Americas. These people believed that speech was 
given man to enable him to praise his Maker. 

To this day the Indian is chary of words and in all the 
relations of life his language is circumspect, and dignified. He 
only speaks when it is necessary, and rightly has profound con 
tempt for the human who talks too much. 



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was above indulging a personal grief. He had 
already consecrated his life to his fellows, so that 
work was the one thing which absorbed and inter 
ested him. 

He saw that planting must be confined to the 
southern part of the country, since steady downpours 
marked the spring and early summer months. 

He also knew it would require his best endeavors 
to procure food for the ensuing year. 

Reports from the Valley of the Mississippi stated 
that heavy floods had prevailed for months, caused 
by preponderance of hot air blown over the Rocky 
Mountains and condensed into rainfall early in the 
season. The winter months set in with unparalleled 
rigor, and the spring found that whole country under 
one solid sheet of ice. 

Many of the inhabitants had fled to the south. 
The exodus to Mexico was in full tide. This migra 
tion caused the mysterious race, the Toltecs or the 
Mayas, to leave their mounds and earthworks, their 
canals and busy centers, their cities and civilization, 
to puzzle the antiquarian in later ages. 

The earth still moaned and sighed under the im 
pulse of subterranean fire, while the surface froze 
stiff in the accumulation of waters and low tempera 
ture. Man, ever the creature of circumstance, was 
still panic-stricken, oppressed by dismal forebodings, 
all his settled faiths rudely shaken, and he an easy 
prey to cunning and unscrupulous design. 

Setos flattered himself that he managed the situa 
tion very cleverly when he said to every one whom 
he met: 

" It is rumored that our Grand Servitor intends 
to marry. Traditional law and custom forbid his 



328 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

remaining in supreme control more than a year with 
out giving promise of succession." 

To which his auditor invariably gave tongue with 
speculation as upon whom his choice could fall. 

" Property and descent are traced through the 
female side; therefore, he should espouse Ildiko," 
said the high-priest Imos. " It is better that pure 
Atlantian blood should be continued in power." 

Flattering things were said to, and of, Ildiko, un 
til her silly head was in a whirl, and she began to 
take on grand airs of importance. She snubbed Al- 
camayn unmercifully, not because she really disliked 
him, but to be perverse, especially when her 
woman's wit discovered that Rahula cherished hopes 
of supplanting her in her father's affection. 

Like many a child since, she had no intention of 
cheering her father's declining years; nor was she 
unselfish enough to allow any one else to do so. 

She would marry, of course, and would place her 
self to the best possible advantage, thanks to her 
father's influence and position; but gratitude to him 
or to any one else was entirely foreign to her thoughts. 
She secretly hated Rahula, because the latter had 
been like a mother to her; and it gave her keen 
delight to thwart Rahula's scheme to marry her to 
Alcamayn. She was not only dazzled by the pros 
pect of occupying laqua, but she knew that this would 
disappoint and hurt a woman who had unwittingly 
aroused an unwarranted but common phase of 
jealousy. 

As is often the case, Yermah, the most interested 
man of them all, was the last to hear the gossip. At 
first he took no notice. But one day Imos asked 
him pointedly : 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 329 

" Wilt thou comply with the demands of the peo 
ple?" 

" If thou wilt name thy wish, I shall answer thee 
truly," responded Yermah. 

It was in the Temple of the Sun, near the noon 
hour, and the audience chamber was crowded, Yer 
mah presiding. 

" If thou art to be the head of this commonwealth, 
a helpmeet becomes thy station. Ildiko, daughter 
of Setos, thy councilor, is of pure blood and comely. 
Her heirs would be acceptable as future rulers." 

Yermah seemed to shrivel and grow small as the 
words reached him. He unconsciously assumed an 
attitude of defense, mechanically passed his hand 
over his ashen face, and said in a low voice : 

" Let this honor in service pass me by 1 " 

Instantly there was tremendous excitement, and 
Setos's small pig-eyes emitted a dangerous gleam. 

" So he refuses the only chance he has to reign in 
peace. So be it ! I Setos will make it cost 
him his position." 

In the hubbub and confusion, Yermah beckoned 
to Orondo, and the two stood in earnest converse for 
a few moments. Finally, the Dorado held up his 
hand for silence. 

" By the will of our beloved Akaza, I am made 
his successor as hierophant in the exalted Brother 
hood. The vow of my boyhood still binds me, and 
my heart lies buried in the lava-flow of the north. 
My fellows and brothers, will ye not release me from 
civic service? The dead have laid imperative com 
mands upon me." 

" It is our duty to obey the ' Voice of the Silence,' ' 
quickly responded Imos, knowing that reverence for 



330 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

the dead, and for their commands and wishes, was 
an article of faith with the Azes } and one which 
Atlantian rulers had always respected. 

" He will be hierophant only," muttered Setos. 
"Good! His order forbids resort to force, and in 
case of necessity he can be expelled. It is well to 
resign what thou art in imminent danger of losing." 

There was an angry scowl on Setos's red face, and 
his lips curled scornfully. 

Yermah stood with bowed head, and when he at 
tempted to speak his voice was shaken with emotion. 

" A sense of gratitude unmans me ! I have no 
wish but to serve ye well. In resigning civic honors 
I desire to name Orondo as my successor." 

The Dorado turned to Orondo, and giving him 
his hand, drew him forward, as his astonished 
auditors recovered their presence of mind and began 
to cheer. Both men, deadly pale, faced about side 
by side and bowed gravely. 

" The fair and gentle Ildiko will find a good hus 
band in Orondo, and the Azes a Servitor worthy of 
their fullest confidence. Will ye have it so?" 

"Haillel Haille! Haille!" The well-known 
shout of triumph had something of the heartiness 
of the olden times. 

"Does this arrangement please thee, Setos?" 
asked Yermah, kindly, taking the hand of Setos in 
both his own, and reading his countenance closely. 

" Since thou wilt no longer serve Orondo is my 
second choice," stammered Setos, politely, if not sin 
cerely. 

"And wilt thou have me for thy son?" asked 
Orondo, simply, but without a shade of animation. 

The substitution of men was not so rapid as to 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 331 

prevent Setos from realizing the advantage to him 
self; so he answered readily and with heartiness: 

" No man could desire a better or a more worthy 
son. Come with me to Ildiko." 

There were several degrees of dignity added to 
Setos as he linked his arm in Orondo's and passed 
out of the building. 

The crowd manifested some curiosity, which Setos 
noted out of the corner of his eye as they went by. 
If he had failed to win all he had played for, he had 
at least accomplished something. 

Gratified ambition sent a glow of satisfaction 
through Setos which made him feel quite amiable 
toward Yermah, despite his fixed determination to 
either rule or ruin the Dorado beloved of the 
people. 



CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE 

FOR REASONS OF STATE ORONDO ESPOUSES ILDIKO 

THREE months intervened between the be 
trothal announcement, immediately after 
Ildiko's consent was obtained, and the be 
ginning of the wedding festival, which lasted thirty 
days. This brought the actual consummation down 
to the time in October when the sun and moon were 
in conjunction. 

Those were happy days for Ildiko, who was in a 
flutter of excitement from morning until night over 
the preparation of her trousseau. Everything neces 
sary for her comfort was furnished in sets of twelve. 

There were exquisitely ornamented terra-cotta jars 
provided for each of her dresses, which were placed 
in a row around the walls of her room, much more 
suggestive of tea than of a wardrobe. 

For the ceremony in the Temple of Venus there 
was a creation of vivid yellow, wrought in heavy 
bands of silk embroidery and tawny gold. The veil 
to match was of the finest yellow gauze, worked with 
floss and glitter until it was like a cobweb with the 
sun shining through it. The material of the gown 
was that of rare, fine texture which writers are always 
drawing through a finger-ring. 

In the voluminous skirt, at least twenty yards of 
gossamer silk had been used, but the effect was soft, 
clinging and graceful in the extreme. The waist 

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THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 333 

was like an Eton jacket, too short to reach the skirt, 
and had half-length sleeves. The substitute for ma 
terial at the waist line was a broad girdle of jewels. 
Orondo himself superintended the making of this 
article. It would be his privilege to unclasp it on 
the nuptial night and hang it outside the bridal 
chamber, as a pledge of his wife's honor. It was 
not a straight band, but broadened over the hips, and 
was sacred to Venus, the love planet. 

The second of the bridal robes was of scarlet silk, 
almost covered with gold-thread embroidery, in which 
precious stones were skillfully imbedded. With it 
was provided a red gauze veil edged with gold fringe. 
Both gowns were fashioned alike, except that the red 
skirt was narrower, and finished in a long train 
edged with peacock feathers, which hung as a mantle 
from the shoulders. 

As soon as the city was decorated, and during the 
entire thirty days' preliminary festivities, Ildiko wore 
simple white, destitute of ornament. 

She did not appear in public, except in going to 
and from the Temple of Venus, where she greeted 
the rising sun every morning and offered special 
prayers on behalf of her new duties. 

Orondo made similar supplication at the same hour 
in the Temple of Mars. Though not a demon 
strative man, he was careful to observe all the nice 
ties of his position. 

When with Ildiko, his countenance bespoke con 
tentment; and at some of her witty sallies his face 
would light up with a rare smile. She was all bustle 
and excitement, and made heavy demands upon her 
bridesman, Yermah. 

Ildiko was neither resentful nor sensitive. When 



334 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

the Dorado took her hand, and begged forgiveness 
because of his seeming disloyalty, her sympathies 
went out to him, and she impulsively told him that 
she honored his choice. She loved Keroecia too, 
she said, and hoped that this mutual affection would 
prove a strong bond between them. 

Setos was in his glory. He strutted about the city 
officiously, and assumed a dictatorial manner, in the 
Council Chambers, which was tolerated in a good- 
natured way. Setos was also allowed to indulge him 
self in several flights of fancy not strictly in ac 
cordance with facts. 

With his thumbs in his arm-holes and his conical 
hat set well back on his head, he unbosomed himself 
to Rahula, whose adroit flattery now fell upon very 
willing ears. 

He was paternal and patronizing to Alcamayn, 
who was galled almost beyond endurance by what he 
fancied were the pitying glances of his fellows. 

Alcamayn angrily told himself that he was not in 
love with Ildiko; but he was keenly sensible of the 
fact that a bachelor was not only taxed he was 
looked down upon. 

The jeweler knew that there was no chance for 
promotion so long as he remained single; but his own 
vanity and Rahula's insidious teaching made him hold 
himself entirely aloof from alliance with any but a 
pure-blooded Atlantian. 

His share in the preparations was wholly perfunc 
tory, a situation not lost upon Orondo, whose deli 
cacy deterred him from seeking advice on the nuptial 
ring and girdle. 

Alcamayn himself was keenly alert on these very 
points. When he purposely wandered in where the 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 335 

workmen were putting on the finishing touches, he was 
so exasperated that he could with difficulty restrain 
himself. 

Day by day his irritation grew, fanned by injudi 
cious remarks, insinuations and exaggerated reports 
of Orondo's devotion. 

Divining something of this, Ildiko often inquired 
concerning him, and sent many messages by Rahula. 
Now that she was having her own way, she was very 
amiable to the other woman. Rahula's sad face, 
and what Ildiko imagined Alcamayn must suffer, 
added to her own high spirits. So it was that shal 
low-brained, selfish Ildiko enjoyed being the center 
of attraction, and accepted as justly her due the 
thousand and one courtesies the time and situation 
showered upon her. 

Not even a vague suspicion of her lover's former 
attachment crossed her mind. 



Northeast from the center of Tlamco was the 
Temple of Venus, set apart for marriage and all 
domestic affairs. It was here that the vestal virgins 
lived, and taught the young children. It was an 
oval-shaped structure, with rows of pillars inside, 
supporting a convex-domed roof of colored glass. 
The pillars were ornamented elaborately with stucco, 
rainbow-tinted, each one showing a solid color. The 
interstices between had mirrors with beaten copper 
frames placed over the glass itself. The tessellated 
floor was of black marble, the vessels of exquisitely 
hammered silver, while the altars were of onyx on 
copper bases. Passion-flowers, gillyflowers and hol 
lyhocks, emblems of fecundity, were employed in the 



336 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

decorations of the temple for the wedding. Ivy, 
meaning fidelity; grasses, showing submission; helio 
trope, for devotion; syringa and roses, for love, were 
freely intertwined about the pillars and altars. 

On Friday, the day of love and marriage, no blood 
was allowed to be shed for food. 

At the wedding, the vestments of Imos and his 
assistants were of azure, their ornaments of polished 
copper, their head garlands of white and red roses, 
and they carried myrtle and olive branches. 

Apple-green and pale rose were the colors of the 
canopy placed in the southern niche, under which the 
ceremony took place. It was an open, flaring tri 
angle with a lamp in the apex, having the pedestal 
of iron, the joint of brass, the bowl of silver, and 
the center of gold. It had two arms, composed of 
three metals interlaced in such a manner as to leave 
a triple conduit for oil. 

There were nine wicks; three in the middle, and 
three in each arm. The lower rim of the pedestal 
represented a serpent, while the globe was large and 
double, having compartments filled with colored 
waters and perfumed so that the air was cool and 
fragrant. 

The lamp was on a revolving standard of polished 
wood, and at its base were three smoking incense- 
jars of burnished bronze. 

Early on the morning of the wedding, a brilliant 
pageant formed in front of Setos's house and marched 
through the principal streets. It consisted of beasts 
of burden, and tamanes, loaded with presents for the 
bride, and also carrying her belongings to laqua. 

First came the jewel bearers, armed to the teeth, 
escorted by cavalrymen, brandishing broadswords 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 337 

and performing many feats of horsemanship and 
skill. 

This was followed by a cavalcade of burros, laden 
with scented jars and baskets containing the trous 
seau, which had kept half of Tlamco industriously 
occupied for three months. 

The presents came from military, naval and civil 
guilds; from the priesthood, from the vestals, and 
from the children and the aged. 

Poets walked in front of them reciting odes, and 
the musicians performed special compositions in honor 
of the occasion. 

As soon as the procession turned into the beauti 
fully decorated avenue leading to laqua, the populace 
hastened to the Temple of Venus. 

It was also the signal for Orondo, with Setos on 
one side and Hanabusa on the other, to issue from 
the eastern entrance of the official residence. His 
warrior dress of white kid was rich in golden bosses, 
bands and fringes. Over his shoulders hung the 
green feather mantle of his rank, held in place by 
shoulder medallions of brilliants. 

On his head was a tall liberty cap of white kid, 
ornamented with gold filigree, and having three 
quetzal feathers in the apex. He doffed his head- 
covering at the temple door, exposing a simple gold 
band over his hair. 

Setos and Hanabusa wore a silver and green com 
bination, ornate with eagle's feathers and embroidery. 
They carried large bouquets of roses, and supported 
the sword and shield of the bridegroom. 

Behind them, in single file, carrying a jeweled lan 
tern in each hand, came Alcamayn, Ben Hu Barabe, 
Cezardis, and twenty-two young officers of the high- 



338 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

est rank, in full regimentals, followed by the repre 
sentative men of Tlamco, with the priesthood and 
councilors of state in the lead. 

Their wives stood in line in front of Setos's house, 
waiting to perform the same service for Ildiko. 

" Blessed be he that cometh ! " shouted the people 
in the streets. 

" Blessed indeed is he ! " responded Orondo's es 
cort. 

"Haille! Haillel Haille!" they shouted to 
gether. 

Then the same formula was repeated. 

The first greeting and exchange brought Ildiko to 
the door. She glanced about her half-fearfully, and 
seemed in need of Yermah's supporting arm. 

In addition to the yellow robe already described, 
she wore a mantle of yellow brocaded with silver 
and gold, which swept the ground far behind her. 

For the last time in her life would she be permitted 
to wear her hair flowing, and its gold band, an exact 
duplicate of the one Orondo wore, was the only orna 
ment, save a crown of white lilies, attesting her purity 
of heart. Strand after strand of pearls wound 
around her neck; bangles and bracelets dangled at 
her slender wrists; but her small white hands were 
uncovered, and her fingers were unadorned. 

Yermah wore pale blue cloth embroidered with 
silver stars and bands, and a blue cap, with silver 
ornaments and white plumes. His mantle was of 
plain white silk. From his left arm swung a large 
reticule of silver cloth crusted with turquoise, con 
taining the yellow gauze wedding-veil. 

Supporting the train of the bride's mantle came 
Rahula, in a purple robe, elaborately worked with a 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 339 

pattern of leaves in pale metallic green, outlined in 
delicately frosted silver. The jacket was lined with 
green, and the undervest was a mass of silver and 
jewels. 

Beside her was Alcyesta, in a lavender robe. Iri 
descent bead embroideries set with amethysts, and 
copper ornaments in quaint symbolic design, such as 
the Monbas were wont to employ, made a pleasing 
contrast to the rows of vestals and priestesses in pure 
white. 

Two fierce-looking fencers led the way, followed 
by hundreds of children, who scattered roses along 
the pathway, or accepted some of the nuts and small 
cakes given out by the bride's orders on all the thor 
oughfares. 

A delegation of priests barred the entrance and 
stopped Orondo on the threshold. As soon as Ildiko 
joined him, he purchased an ear of corn of Setos, 
handing him an eagle-quill of gold. Turning to 
Ildiko he asked: 

" Dost thou wish to be mother of my household? " 
" Yes," she answered, and proceeded to buy a 
similar ear of corn from Yermah, paying the same 
price for it. Then she turned to Orondo and asked : 
" Hast thou the wish to be father of my house 
hold?" 

" Yes," he asseverated, solemnly. Taking the ear 
of corn he had purchased, he handed it to her, say 
ing: 

" Where love and harmony dwell, I am master." 
Ildiko gave Orondo her purchase as she replied : 
" Where thou art master, I am mistress." 
They both began to twist roses and myrtle and 
olive branches into a garland wrapped with gold and 



340 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

silver wires, as a symbol of their blending lives. 
Still weaving, they advanced slowly down the aisle, 
and paused before the canopy, while harps and voices 
blended in a bridal hymn. 

Setos stood beside Orondo, while Yermah sup 
ported Ildiko. 

When the music ceased the priests and vestals 
chanted in unison : 

" We give thee myriads of years. Like the moon 
advancing to the full; like the sun ascending to the 
heavens; like the everlasting southern hills; like the 
luxuriance of the fir and cypress never waning, 
never failing! may such be thy succeeding lines." 

Om ah ! Om ah ! Om ah ! " mur 
mured the four at the altar. 

" Orondo, servant of the Most High," said Imos 
impressively, " art thou in any way related to this 
maiden by ties of blood, intimate or remote?" 

" The silken cords of affection are all that bind 
me here." 

" Dost thou swear this by the sacred fire on the 
altar before thee? " 

" I do." Orondo spoke firmly. 

When the high-priest had asked the same questions 
and received the same responses from Ildiko, he con 
tinued : 

" Orondo, on thy honor as a man, is the solemn 
covenant thou art about to make voluntary on thy 
part?" 

" It is." 

Ildiko gave the same assurance. 

Imos handed Orondo the marriage-band, which 
was so large he could slip it over his right hand and 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 341 

then clasp Ildiko's easily. It was a broad circlet of 
silver set with turquoise, lapis lazuli, and beryl. 

" In the name of the Trinity, I command thee, 
Orondo, and thee, Ildiko, to join right hands and 
seal thy promise of fidelity with a kiss." 

As they obeyed, Yermah, Setos, and Imos covered 
them with the gauze veil, murmuring blessings in 
the name of the three divine attributes. Yermah 
knelt before the twain and said: 

" Orondo, my beloved, I give unto thee this dam 
sel adorned with jewels and protected by the Lord 
of Creatures." 

" So be it." 

Setos knelt beside Yermah and said in a tremulous 
voice : 

" Orondo, beloved, I give to thee my only begot 
ten, to be thine honor and thy wife ; to keep thy keys 
and share with thee thy joys and sorrows." 

" Let them be trampled upon and confounded who 
maliciously endeavor to create ill-will between us," 
answered Orondo, loud enough to be heard through 
out the temple. 

Rahula involuntarily gave Alcamayn an apprehen 
sive glance. 

That young man stared straight ahead of him with 
blood-shot eyes and a dull, half-foolish expression. 
He did not seem to hear Imos, when he said: 

" By the power vested in me, I unite and bind 
thee, Orondo, and thee, Ildiko, one to the other. 
Live ye in peace." 

Lifting their veil he anointed their foreheads and 
wrists with unguent. Then he carefully drew a gold 
thread from the bride's mantle and another from the 



342 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

groom's, and tied them together. He handed the 
knot to Ildiko, saying: 

" Be this always a sign of indissoluble union." 

Picking up a sprig of ivy, Setos bound it across 
Orondo's forehead, adding: 

" Be this a similar token unto thee." 

Receiving a cup of mead from the hands of an 
assistant, he blessed it, drank of it, and passed the 
libation to the newly married couple. 

After Ildiko took a sip, she threw the cup on the 
floor, and as she did so every unmarried man in the 
temple followed her example by dashing into pieces 
a porcelain, glass or pottery vessel, as a signal of re 
nunciation. 

The bridal party filed out of the temple to the 
music of harps and flutes. There was an eager wish 
to witness the leave-taking of the bride and bride 
groom, "who formally separated at the door and 
returned to their respective homes until nightfall. 
Then the bride would enter laqua in state, and the 
matrimonial coronation would take place. 

******* 

" Impatience lends wings to my desire, Ildiko," 
whispered Orondo. " I long for thee incessantly. 
Come quickly." 

" Only this poor body is absent from thy side, 
Orondo. Thy wish is but an echo of my thought." 

" From meridian to sunset is a lifetime in the 
history of love," said Orondo, as he glanced at the 
unclouded sky overhead. " Oh, misery ! that I must 
leave thee ! " 

' Thou art a flattering and indulgent husband," 
responded Ildiko, smiling up into his face affection 
ately. 



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He stood uncovered, and waited for her to pass 
on; then he turned ever and anon on his way back to 
laqua, waving his hand to her, until Ildiko reached 
her father's house. 

The lanterns, banners and flags flapped lazily in 
the breeze or sunned themselves listlessly. There 
was a grand naval demonstration on the bay, an ex 
change of shots by the mangonels in the forts, and 
a review of warriors on parade. 

The citizens young and old made various sense 
less noises in their exuberance of spirits, while the 
Chief Councilmen went into session immediately 
to await the announcement of the formal resignation 
of Yermah and the taking of the oath of office by 
Orondo. 

It was not without a sinking heart that Yermah 
had given up his old habits of life. It cost him many 
pangs to abandon his quarters; and for days he had 
that houseless, homeless feeling inseparable from re 
moval to new surroundings. 

Orondo pleaded long and earnestly that he would 
still reside at laqua. The Dorado steadily re 
fused. He would content himself with the unpre 
tentious quarters of Akaza in the Temple of 
Neptune. 

With his own hands, he took an inventory of all 
things pertaining to his office, the jewels, the horses, 
trappings and chariots. 

He removed nothing except his personal effects, 
and, as a wedding present, he gave Orondo his last 
state mantle the one he had worn on Keroecia's 
birthday. 

Orondo still had the garment on his shoulders, 
and would wear it in the Hall of Embassadors, when 



344 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

he solemnly pledged his life and sacred honor to the 
service of the Azes. 

Later in the day, there was feasting and rejoicing 
in all the community houses, the institutions and 
barracks, as well as in the homes. 

Enthroned under a canopy of scarlet, Ildiko sat 
out the afternoon, surrounded by her family and 
friends. It was her formal leave-taking of girlhood 
days, and her eyes filled with tears as she slowly 
passed from one room to another. 

She yielded to a fit of weeping when she reached 
the door of her own room, and saw that in her ab 
sence it had been denuded of all her possessions. 

" Oh, my father ! " she cried, " is it possible that 
thou wilt turn me out of thy heart as well as out of 
thy house ? " 

She threw herself across the foot of her bed, and 
sobbed convulsively. 

Rahula brought her father, and by a sign mo 
tioned the others to leave them. Setos gave her a 
grateful look as she closed the door, but it was a 
long time before he could speak. He sat motionless 
and helpless until Ildiko could get command of her 
overwrought nerves, and then he soothed and quieted 
her as best he could. 

Rahula returned presently with a sleeping potion, 
but the bride refused to drink it. 

" Let me remember every hour of this day," she 
pleaded, and so had her way. 

As the sun went down the bride arose, and per 
formed anew her ablutions, and prayed with fervor 
and abandon. Then she arrayed herself in scarlet, 
and wound herself up in the voluminous red veil 
with as much skill and ingenuity as possible, so that 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 345 

her husband might find it difficult to see her face, 
since it was his task to unwind it, as soon as she 
crossed the threshold of laqua. 

With the appearance of the evening star, came the 
state chariot drawn by four spirited bays, ready to 
carry her to her new home. The whole city seemed 
to be alive with torches and lanterns, which rivaled 
the brilliant illumination overhead, as Ildiko, accom 
panied by Yermah and her father, stepped into the 
vehicle. 

The populace ran alongside, singing bridal songs 
and shouting good wishes into her ears. Little cakes, 
nuts, and bouquets were thrown from the chariot as 
souvenirs, while the blare of trumpets added to the 
general noise and confusion. 

All the notables of Tlamco were assembled at 
laqua to welcome the bride. A very timid, fright 
ened little morsel of humanity she was, as Orondo 
carried her into the house. 

She had intended to make a great show of resist 
ance when he attempted to remove her veil; but she 
was so dazed that she lost all presence of mind, and 
actually helped him. 

With grave sweet tenderness, Orondo freed her 
from entanglement, and led her in triumph to the 
dais prepared for them, where for the next two hours 
they received congratulations. 

When divested of their mantles, the bride and 
groom led the dancing, and with it Ildiko's spirits 
rose. It was her privilege to challenge any swain 
in the company, and he was obliged to follow her 
through the maze of whirling dancers until he should 
succeed in capturing the illusive veil she occasionally 
tossed at him. 



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As soon as the formal change was danced with 
Orondo, she threw the veil over Alcamayn's shoulder. 
He was a splendid dancer, and she knew that he 
would give her ample opportunity to display her own 
skill. 

Round and round they went he in hot pursuit, 
she alert to provoke and yet escape him. 

At last, panting with exertion, she suffered him to 
touch the gauze, and then the dancers rushed away 
to get something to drink and to recover their breath. 

No precaution was taken to prevent over-indul 
gence in the use of the liquids, because it was con 
sidered a crime punishable with death if any one 
came to harm through excess of this kind. 

The high-priest, Imos, first proposed and drank 
the health of the bride and groom. Then came 
Hanabusa, who did the same for the navy; Setos 
performed a similar office for the civil authorities; 
Ben Hu Barabe, for the lost and loved ones; Cezar- 
dis, for the stranger within the gates; after which 
friends of each saluted and offered a libation to their 
future. 

Abstemious by nature, Orondo did little more than 
touch the various liquors with his lips, but Ildiko 
quenched thirst freely, and soon the heat and excite 
ment began to tell on her. 



Nothing escaped the eagle eye of Alcamayn. 

Ildiko had sought to appease him by a show of 
preference in selecting him to dance, but he resented 
it as a mean attempt on her part to parade his hu 
miliation. Before coming into the ballroom, he had 
taken a copious drink of hemp and opium, and had 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 347 

purposely selected the wine of maguey (mescal) for 
his toast. 

Now this fiery liquid mounted to his infuriated 
brain, and he was positive that every one in the room 
was thinking how badly he had been treated, and 
secretly deriding him for not seeking revenge. 
Revenge ! That was it 1 But he had come pre 
pared. 

Red and white lines mingled with the pockmarks, 
and his misshapen body seemed to writhe like a 
snake under the goad of his malicious thoughts. 

He was growing noisy and boisterous ; so much so 
that his companions tried to prevent him from ap 
proaching the bride, but he angrily refused to heed 
them. 

" Come on! " he loudly proclaimed. " She is a 
discarded love of mine, who still adores me. Come 
on, and I will prove her! She shall give me her 
wedding ring the one Orondo made with his own 
hands!" 

Ben Hu Barabe, Hanabusa, Yermah and Cezardis 
closed in around him, but he broke away from their 
restraint and boldly bantered Ildiko for an exchange 
of rings. He had the face of a fiend, as he said: 

" Wilt thou not, for old times' sake, give me one 
of thy little rings in return for one of mine? Choose 
among these," he continued, holding up a hand 
loaded with beautiful gems, quaintly set. 

She looked at him unsteadily, simpered foolishly 
and was about to make some maudlin reply, when 
Orondo, white with anger, whispered to her : 

" Make the exchange quickly. Thou art under 
observation," 

Startled by his tone, and only half-comprehending 



348 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

the situation, Ildiko slipped off her wedding ring, a 
flat silver band covered with an intricate gold inter 
laced filigree. Without looking at it, she handed it 
to Alcamayn, receiving from him a diamond mar 
quise for her little finger. 

" What did I tell thee ! " cried the hunchback 
triumphantly. " Thou knowest the pledge that goes 
with this? Poor Orondo! I envy thee not! " 

Alcamayn turned with a sneer on his ugly face, 
just as Orondo, who had risen, made a pass at him 
with his sword. The weapon went wide of its mark, 
but the outraged husband lurched forward, and fell 
heavily to the floor, before the horrified spectators 
could offer assistance. 

Yermah raised the fallen head, and as he did so 
blood spurted from the half-open mouth. Orondo 
groaned and shivered. His breath came in one ster 
torous gasp, and all was still. 

" It is death ! " cried Yermah, in alarm, " death, 
sudden and terrible! My poor friend!" he re 
peated, as Setos leaned over and peered into the 
ashen countenance. Hanabusa hustled Alcamayn 
roughly, but held him in a viselike grip. 

" Thou art a murderer," he exclaimed, " and must 
answer well for this ! Thou art my prisoner ! " 

The high-priest, Imos, assisted Yermah to lift the 
dead man, and Setos stood near Ildiko. 

The bride was still toying with Alcamayn's ring, 
and giggling hideously to herself, utterly unconscious 
of the tragedy being enacted before her. 

Rahula fluttered between the two principals. She 
could not comprehend what had happened, and began 
to shriek hysterically when iron bands were placed on 
Alcamayn's neck and wrists. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 349 

The panic-stricken guests departed hurriedly, while 
warriors surrounded the house, and no one was 
allowed to enter under any pretext whatever. 

All eye-witnesses were put under oath, and an 
armed guard soon filled the room. 

Ildiko was kept under surveillance, and Setos found 
his movements closely watched. 

The news went through the city like wild-fire, and 
the excitement kept the streets alive all night, while 
the death-watchers sat with the linen-swathed body 
of Orondo. 



CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR 

THE TRIBUNALS OF GOD DEAL WITH ALCAMAYN 

THE " Tribunals of God," as the courts of 
justice were called, convened in the Temple 
of Mars, situated northwest from the center 
of the city. 

It was here that the highest courts assembled four 
times a year to hear and to judge the most im 
portant criminal cases. 

There were twelve judges and eighty jurors, who 
were seated in a semi-circle facing the south, where 
sapphire tablets in gold plates set forth the ten great 
laws of the land. In front of them were two blocks 
of stone, on which the accuser and the accused stood. 
Outside this were seats for the jurisconsults, hedged 
in by a^wall of solid masonry, always guarded. 

The building itself was square, with each corner 
exactly on a cardinal point, and finished with square 
towers, from the tops of which the decisions were 
announced at sunset. 

The size of the temple was one three-hundred- 
thousandths of the diameter of Mars. 

Outside the walled enclosure were quarters for the 
jurisconsults and their families, also for the students 
and the instructors. A long subterranean passage, 
dimly lighted, led to the chambers for solitary con 
finement, and it was from the arches overhead that 
criminals under death-sentence were executed, by be 
ing hung by the heels. 

350 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 351 

Dull gray walls, ceilings and floors greeted the 
eye everywhere, while leather and iron fittings added 
to the gloom and depression. Over the door of the 
main entrance was the inscription : 

" THE WISE EMPLOYMENT OF PUNISHMENT IS 
THE BEST MEANS OF TEACHING THE LOWER ANI 
MALS : MAN LEARNS ONLY BY EXPERIENCE, WHICH 
IS A VARIED FORM OF PUNISHMENT." 

The awning over the head of the presiding judge 
was a splendid woolen tapestry, representing the 
" Judgment of Hirach," and underneath was the in 
scription : 

"THE MISFORTUNE OF THE CRIMINAL is THAT 

HE MAKES A BAD BARGAIN: HE GIVES SO MUCH 
FOR SO LITTLE." 

******* 

As hierophant and Past Grand Servitor, it was 
Yermah's duty to preside at Alcamayn's trial. His 
official robe for this occasion was flame-colored, with 
belt, bracelet, and thumb-ring of iron set with ame 
thysts, while on his head was a skeletonized iron 
crown. 

The extreme gravity of the case hastened the pro 
ceedings, which were concluded on the following 
Tuesday Mar's day. In ordinary circumstances 
it would have been considered a monstrous thing to 
appeal with such haste to an extraordinary tribunal; 
but the diversity of frictional causes underlying the 
main issue made it expedient to act with vigor and 
promptitude. 

The people themselves claimed the right to punish 



352 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

crimes of peculiar gravity or of exalted personages. 
Since the action pertained to their Servitor, they were 
the ones most grievously wronged, and they clamored 
loudly for the life-blood of the jeweler. 

Alcamayn's life should be forfeited to the state 
because of high treason, inasmuch as he had made 
it impossible to maintain traditional relations with 
other nations, by removing the only man of conse 
crated blood capable of carrying out the solemn cov 
enants. 

It was Hanabusa's duty, as accuser, to present the 
findings of this tribunal to Yermah for final consid 
eration. 

The high-priest, Imos, received similar instruction 
later in the day, when the warrior-priests, without 
a dissenting voice, found Alcamayn guilty of sin 
against the Holy Pneuma, 1 because by curtailing 
Orondo's physical life, he had cut the ego's earth 
experience short, thus dooming his victim to early 
reincarnation. Death, incurring a similar fate, was 
but just retribution. 

Setos must stand as an accuser when the final trial 
began. In his own selfish way, he was attached to 
Ildiko; but he could have killed her with his own 
hands for having placed him in such a difficult posi 
tion. He had no pity for her blighted prospects. 

The father was enraged against the daughter, be 
cause he knew that no man would offer her marriage 
again that she must live in perpetual disgrace. 

Pity her? Not he ! Had she not dashed his am 
bitions at the very moment of fulfillment? Was his 
incipient greatness always to be subservient to infe- 

1 The Breath of Life. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 353 

riors? Was he never to have the opportunity to 
show what was in his heart? 



Poor Ildiko! Frivolous feather-brain that she 
was, many a sympathizing glance fell upon the closed 
windows of her bridal chamber. She was not al 
lowed to return home again. So in hideous mockery 
she paced the floor of this room, sick to death of its 
luxury, and hating the sight of her wedding finery. 

Yermah found her lying prostrate, twisting her 
hands in and out of her disheveled hair; and when he 
gently raised her and spoke kindly to her, she broke 
into a fit of hysterical laughter, infinitely sadder than 
tears. She had the curses of her father still ringing 
in her ears, and remorse held such carnival that 
blows would have been easier to bear. 

" Beat, curse and abuse me, Yermah, or I shall go 
raving mad! Don't even look at me kindly! I 
cannot endure it ! " 

Yermah feigned not to hear her. 

" Where is Rahula ? " he asked in an ordinary 
tone. "Hast thou seen her?" 

" No. She must be with Alcamayn." 

" That were not possible. He is in solitary con 
finement, and is allowed to see no one. She is prob 
ably occupied with his defense." 

" Dost thou think there is any hope for him? I 
have loved him from early childhood more than 
I did Orondo," she said simply. " Canst thou not 
plead for him? " 

Even with tear-stained, grief-distorted face, Ildiko 
was attractive and winning. 

" All that is possible will I gladly do, for both 
thy sakes." 



354 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

The Dorado talked long and earnestly with her, 
knowing that words would be a harmless safety- 
valve for her tortured mind, and when he left her 
she was comparatively calm. 

Yermah was as good as his word. In the Tem 
ple of the Sun, on the following day, he made an 
eloquent plea for compensation for Ildiko, since 
Alcamayn had stolen away her senses by drugging 
the wine she drank in honor of the state. The coun 
cilors by vote exculpated her from all blame in 
Orondo's death, and allowed her the living usually 
given the widow of a Grand Servitor. It was a 
foregone conclusion that they would fix the death 
penalty on Alcamayn for depriving the Azes of their 
rightful ruler. 

The unit of ancient society was the community or 
gens; of modern society, the individual. Since the 
first ten great laws were compiled and graven on 
tablets of stone, there have been but two forms of 
civilization. One exemplifies the principles of 
brotherhood; the other, crystallizes around individ 
ualism. Both ideals have had many variations and 
degrees of success in racial and national expression. 

The Egyptians thought their laws were given them 
by Menes, the Greek Hermes; the Hindus believed 
that Menes received his laws direct from Krishna. 

The Lacedaemonians claimed that Apollyon in 
spired Lycurgus to write them wise and just laws 
for their guidance. 

Many branches of the Aryan race look to 
Zoroaster as the man to whom the Good Spirit com 
municates the first rules of government. 

The Toltecs say it was Mexi ; the Quiches ascribe 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 355 

it to Votan; while, through the Jews, we claim 
Moses as the great law-giver. 

But from whatever source, the principal rules are 
the same. In none is property held to be of greater 
value than human life. The precepts of Chris 
tianity do not contradict this teaching, but actual 
practice is often quite another matter. 

The legislation known as labor laws would be 
difficult to explain were precept and practical Chris 
tian civilization the same thing. 

The first step inspired by selfishness was to sub 
stitute the family for the tribe, making it a cor 
poration sole, so that co-ownership was the original 
law of property. 1 

In Yermah's day, no one could forfeit or transfer 
his rights, and all holdings went back to the com 
munity at death. Personal property was interred 
with the body, in order to destroy the magnetic at 
traction which would still hold the astral man to the 
earth, especially to his familiar haunts. 

There was no law of crimes, no criminal juris 
prudence such as we have to-day. But the com 
munity had the right to compel the wrong-doer to 
compound for injuries inflicted. The state under 
took to mete out punishment the same as an indi 
vidual would do in similar circumstances. 

When speedily caught, a criminal was sure to 
suffer severely. If apprehended a year later, the 
penalty was much lighter as the fictitious anger of 
the state was supposed to be cooler. 

Towers of Refuge were not only common to Asia, 

1 Co-ownership of property necessitated the institution of civil 
marriage, in order to define inheritance. 



356 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

but were found all over the Americas and the accused 
was immune when once inside its sacred walls. 

The trial of Alcamayn was a proceeding wholly 
extraordinary, irregular and independent of set rules 
and fixed conditions. Yermah sat with the Council 
of State, and was deputed by them to represent the 
civic interests in the final judgment. 

Equity was supposed to flow from the conscience 
of the Servitor. He, alone, could pronounce the 
death sentence, after the judges and jurors had passed 
upon the case. 

Yermah asked Ben Hu Barabe, the civil chief and 
law-giver of the Monbas, to personate him in the 
commonwealth. The four preliminary trials were 
before the assembly of the tribes, represented by 
Ben Hu Barabe; the tribunal of God, represented 
by Imos; the assembly of one hundred, represented 
by Setos; and the laws of nations, represented by 
Hanabusa. 

These men were the four accusers, who appeared 
before Yermah and demanded the forfeit of Alca- 
mayn's life, when, at sunrise, the final sitting began. 

In addition to the twelve judges and eighty 
jurors, there were as many more students, who stood 
behind their elders, and in this way learned to prac 
tice in the courts. 

******* 

With a thin iron collar around his neck, to which 
three chains were attached, held by a soldier on each 
side and one behind, Alcamayn was led before the 
Tribunal. 

He was dressed in black, with a light weight iron 
crown on his head shaped like an inverted penta 
gram. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 357 

The high-priest, Imos, preceded Alcamayn, carry 
ing a rod of iron in his hand. Stationing himself at 
the left of the prisoner, the high-priest waited Yer- 
mah's question: 

" Why comest thou here, Imos? " 

" To claim the life of this man," touching Alca 
mayn with the rod, then laying hold of him. 

The prisoner made a show of resistance, until 
Yermah bade them relax their hold. 

" Alcamayn, what means thy interference? " 

" I crave the right to establish and prove my 
innocence," answered the accused in an unsteady 
voice. 

" May the life within me be forfeited, if there 
be no justice in my cause." Imos spoke with decisive 
emphasis. 

"If this man merit not death, take thou vengeance 
on me," said Ben Hu Barabe, standing beside Imos. 

" The same dread fate await me too, if there be 
reason for merciful judgment here." Hanabusa 
spoke with deliberation, as he joined the other ac 
cusers. 

"Woe is me!" wailed Setos, unsteadily. "Yet 
I and all my posterity would be forever accursed if 
we hindered justice. I am here to claim the life of 
Alcamayn, and to stake my own on the demand." 

He did not look at the jeweler, and it seemed dif 
ficult for him to stand, while the accused said in a 
low voice: 

" May I be early deprived of physical life in four 
succeeding incarnations, if I be not innocent of this 
charge." 

' Thou standest in a perilous position, Alcamayn,*' 
cautioned Yermah. " Weigh thy words well I " 



358 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

" Had my days four times their natural span, I 
should risk them without fear." 

There was no bravado in Alcamayn's tone or man 
ner. 

He feared the worst, and there was a hungry, des 
perate expectancy in every glance. The days had 
gone over his head like years. 

Stripped of all finery and with close cropped hair, 
his bat-wing ears stood out from his head. The 
hawk face, clean-shaven, showed the cunning and 
courage of a cornered rat. The hunchback's supreme 
egotism stood him in good stead, but the inner man 
had no compunction for what he had done. He was 
appalled at the unexpected death of Orondo, never 
having counted on such an outcome. 

But what criminal ever does look forward to being 
caught and overwhelmed with his own guilt? 

Alcamayn had succeeded in getting even with his 
tormentors, and he was secretly glad of it. If it had 
only been Ildiko who had died instead of Orondo, 
he would have been entirely satisfied; and, as it was, 
persuaded himself that he was innocent of any wrong 
doing. 

He hated Orondo, and the jilted man deemed that 
justifiable since his rival's success had been a prime 
cause of humiliation. 

The prisoner was seated on a revolving stool, 
and made to face each judge and juror while the 
questions and responses were being given. 

One of the most damaging circumstances against 
Alcamayn was his own soberness compared with 
Ildiko's sudden intoxication. He reluctantly ad 
mitted that he had deliberately gone to the wedding 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 359 

meditating revenge, and had carefully carried it out 
at the first opportunity. 

The accused did not deny that he was actuated 
by a petty, mean jealousy, although he scorned the 
insinuation of loving Ildiko. His deformity told 
against him greatly, because of the belief that the 
body was but an outward expression of the inner man. 

Each of the four accusers took turn in examining 
the testimony, analyzing the motives, inquiring 
minutely into extenuating circumstances; and the 
judges and jurors were equally divided for and 
against. 

The arguments continued all day, but at sundown 
the decision had been reached. 

There was no prerogative of pardon. The com 
monwealth had the right to interfere directly and by 
isolated acts, to avenge itself on the author of the 
evil which it had suffered. 

" Alcamayn, hast thou aught to say which can 
delay judgment about to be meted out to thee? " 

Yermah spoke perfunctorily. 

The strain was telling on them all; and Alcamayn, 
more dead than alive, answered mechanically: 

" I have none." 

" Alcamayn, face thy accusers." 

The condemned man dragged himself to his feet, 
and stared doggedly ahead of him. 

" Alcamayn, never more canst thou be heard in 
thine own behalf. I charge thee, as death must 
soon be thy portion, speak the truth. Art thou 
guilty?" 

The stillness was intense. 

Every man waited to see if the convicted man 



360 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

would imperil his immortal soul by withholding the 
truth. 

The prisoner felt this. He knew what a shock 
he could give them, and the leading passion being 
strong upon him, he answered defiantly : 

" I am innocent I " 

Trouble had not softened him. On the contrary, 
he had grown bitter and vindictive as he realized his 
desperate straits. 

Yermah picked up an iron-headed arrow, as the 
guard brought the prisoner forward. Leaning 
toward him, he drew a circle over Alcamayn's heart, 
and then made a square around it with the arrow. 

This was the death sentence. 

" May the Father of Justice and Mercy claim the 
divine within thee, Alcamayn I " 

The doomed man merely bowed his head. 

" Let Saturn's day witness the carrying out of this 
decree. Away with him I " 

Yermah felt the words more keenly than the man 
to whom he had spoken them. Alcamayn's thin 
upper lip curled in a sardonic smile, which did not 
leave his face while the badge of death, a square of 
sheet iron with a white enamel circle in the center, 
was being fastened to his breast. 

The condemned man was kept in solitary confine 
ment. Once the door of his cell closed upon him, 
he gave way to a frenzy of despair, butting his head 
against the wall with so much violence that the 
guards were obliged to tie him down to the floor. 

Frantic hysteria closed his throat, and threatened 
strangulation, and when his teeth were pried open, 
he shut them on his tongue with such force as to 
nearly sever the end. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 361 

Shamans worked with him all night, but nothing 
save physical exhaustion quieted him. Under sen 
tence of death, the miserable man was allowed to re 
ceive any consolation possible. 

There were no restrictions placed upon the visit 
of friends, the only regulation being a complete and 
thorough search before and after the visit of both 
prisoner and caller. 

Long before light, came Rahula. She was nearly 
distracted by Alcamayn's shrieks and groans, but 
tried to show a brave face. The prisoner was sink 
ing into a drowse, and Rahula did not know whether 
he recognized her or not. She had brought him 
some ripe persimmons, and occupied herself trying 
to make him comfortable. 

To her surprise he awoke hungry, and did full 
justice to the appetizing meal prepared for him. 
There was no objection to her providing the food, 
but the authorities insisted that she should partake of 
it freely. So it happened that she furnished and ate 
all meals with him. 

Many and long were the confidential talks these 
two had together, and on more than one occasion 
Rahula committed to picture-writing things that were 
told her. 

Nothing escaped her tightly closed lips, nor did 
she utter one word of complaint. She was surly 
and defiant when questioned, but made no resistance 
at the last moment. 

On Friday morning, Ildiko, pale and agitated, 
knocked timidly at the outer gate, and begged to see 
Alcamayn. He received her quietly, but there was 
not a shade of pity for her broken fortunes. 

The widow's face was drawn and pinched, and 



362 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

she looked utterly forlorn and helpless while the 
search went on. 

Once in the cell, she tried to speak cheerfully to 
her childhood friend, but she could not prevent a 
revulsion of feeling when she saw the perfumed 
dandy shorn of all his splendor; his long, thin neck 
and large ears grated upon her senses unpleasantly. 

How was it ever possible that she had loved 
him? 

Ildiko began to suspect that it was remorse and 
not affection which had prompted her feelings. She 
had never practiced self-restraint, but had always 
given voice to every passing emotion. What she 
said was true at the time it was spoken, or, at least, 
she thought it was. 

Alcamayn huddled over in a corner opposite, una 
ble to control his repugnance, and instinctively shar 
ing something of the aversion apparent in Ildiko. 

Wholly surprised and half-frightened at herself, 
Ildiko arose to take leave. She tried to feel very 
sad, but instead of the passionate tears, and protest 
of undying love, she gulped down a dry sob, ex 
tended a cold clammy hand, and in a queer little 
voice, said with painful articulation : 

" May Infinity hover over and guard thee ! " 

" May Justice find and abide with thee ! " he an 
swered, ignoring her proffered hand. 

Alcamayn held her eyes unflinchingly until she 
reached the door, to which she made a halting 
journey, hoping that he would say some kind word 
in farewell. 

This was balm to his revolted feelings, and he had 
a grim sort of satisfaction in knowing that she 
had sued for his good will, and had been repulsed. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 363 

It was one way to revenge himself upon her choice 
of another for a husband. The homicide really 
cherished no ill will toward Orondo. Ildiko was the 
one he despised, and he would leave her his dying 
curses. 

The last hour of his life was spent with Yermah, 
who did all that could be done to sustain the 
wretched man through the anticipation of the coming 
ordeal. 

Imos prepared the spiced and tinctured wine, 
which Alcamayn was obliged to sip through a straw. 
This was done to produce drowsiness; when the vic 
tim was fully under its influence, a white powder 
having the quality of cocaine was sprinkled upon his 
face to deaden pain. 

Alcamayn's under-garments were of chamois-skin, 
over which was a loose robe of coarse cloth made 
from the beaten fiber of nettle. A hideous mask 
was put over his face, to show that his lower self 
would be disguised in animal form in its next incarna 
tion. 

Ben Hu Barabe and Hanabusa placed Alcamayn 
gently on the floor, giving directions to the priests 
and warriors as to the number of cords which should 
bind his body. 

When securely pinioned they sewed him up in 
another layer of coarse cloth, and then placed him 
on a litter. This they carried up to the second floor, 
where by stout cords they tied Alcamayn's feet to 
the arch in front of his cell. The body was held up 
right on a trap-door, and allowed to fall full length, 
striking the head upon the floor. 

" May all who thus invert good be compelled to 
die head downward ! " said ImoSi solemnly, as the 



364 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

trap-door closed, and the executioners stood, blankly 
facing each other. 

Great care was taken to preserve a semblance of 
lifelike proportions in the outlines of the funeral 
basket, to enable the spirit to manifest easily at some 
future time. 

Four lusty tamanes shouldered the basket-covered 
remains and the little procession filed out of the 
temple inclosure. 

Men, women and children turned their backs as 
it passed, and there was no one to receive the body 
when it was delivered to the priest at the judgment 
hall of Hirach. 

Early next morning Imos announced in the Temple 
of the Sun that Alcamayn's body had been refused 
burial. 

Then the citizens went to the hall, and carried the 
remains down to Land's End, opposite Point Lobos. 
When the strongest ebb tide was at its full, they cast 
it into the sea. At this point the current runs at 
the rate of from three to four knots an hour, and 
the people knew that when once washed out to the 
north, the body could never, in time or eternity, 
return again to Golden Gate Bay. 

The continuous barkings and roarings of the now 
extinct sea-cows which congregated on the rocks in 
that vicinity were supposed by the populace to be 
wails and lamentations from the unfortunate dead 
whose bodies had been literally condemned as food 
for the fishes. 



CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE 

RAHULA'S DENUNCIATION OF YERMAH AT THE 
FUNERAL OF ORONDO 

THE Azes believed that every part of a 
man's body had a counterpart in the world 
of matter. At the moment of dissolu 
tion, the individual ego was thought to be re-united 
to the Absolute, if Will, which is the real body of 
the individualized spirit, is free from Desire. If 
bound by these ties, it must reincarnate again, and 
it was thought possible to sink so low in the scale 
that the life principle would contact the animal king 
dom. 

These people did not practice cremation of the 
dead, because they did not think it right to skip all 
the intervening purgations, or reincarnations, by 
projecting the ego back into the Absolute at once. 

They embalmed their honored dead and mummi 
fied their bodies in order that the individuality 
might be preserved, so that in the next incarnation 
memory might function on the physical plane. 

There are excellent examples of this practice 
found in the catacombs in Mexico and Peru as well 
as in Egypt where the descendants of Atlantis em 
ployed the same rites. The Egyptian " Book of 
the Dead " pertains entirely to initiation, or the 
finding of the Perfect Way in this life; and the wel- 
known portions of it found with mummies are sim 
ply certificates of initiation. 

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366 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

It is a curious fact in psychology that, so long as 
the physical body is preserved, the astral counterpart 
cannot disintegrate; and as memory is a function of 
the astral man, the Egyptian adepts expect to take 
up their life work again with a full knowledge of the 
past. 

The negative magnetic laws govern the astral and 
psychic qualities of man, while the positive electric 
currents control the physical. Time and space have 
no influence over the former conditions facts 
which were well known to primitive civilizations. 

The papakoo, or cemetery of Tlamco, was a ter 
raced range of hills, south of Mountain Lake, then 
called the River of Mystery, which still lies between 
Golden Gate Park and the ocean on the north. It 
is much shrunken in proportions and depth, though 
retaining the same oblong outline. The hills form 
a natural divide between the Park and Sutro Heights, 
and then as now jutted into the ocean at their north 
ern extremity. 

For six weeks the embalmers were engaged with 
the body of Orondo, and when they had finished, it 
was completely mummified. They put salt on his 
breast, as an emblem of immortality, and a gold 
gorget around his neck, with the inscription : 

" O Hidden Being ! Turn thy face toward the 
body of thy son 1 " 

The corpse was wrapped in fine linen bandalettes, 
and a Saint Andrew's cross of copper was laid over 
the region of the heart outside the enveloping 
swathes. 

In the northwestern portion of the city, at the 
upper end of the lake, was the Temple of Uranus, 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 367 

where dwelt the priesthood who had charge of the 
dead. 

This mound had a circular earth vallum seven 
hundred feet in diameter, which is one three-hundred- 
thousandths of the diameter of the planet Uranus. 

It was here that Orondo's body was prepared for 
burial, and it was from this place that the funeral 
cortege embarked. While it was being rowed across 
the lake, the mourners scattered rushes on its smooth 
surface as a sacrifice and peace-offering. 

Yermah, Setos, Imos and Hanabusa rowed the 
funeral barge; and when it landed at the opposite 
end, they lifted the mummv onto the catafalque 
standing ready to receive it. 

All that was mortal of Orondo was laid In a bed 
of aloe, yew, cypress, weeping-willow, rosemary and 
yellow marigolds, while over him was spread the 
fated mantle given to him by Yermah. On top of 
this was the sword, helmet and shield of the de 
ceased. 

A long line of warriors, with reversed spears, 
whose pennants trailed in the dust, marched up a 
long line of mastodon-headed sphinxes, to the judg 
ment hall of Hirach, where the deceased would be 
tried for the deeds done in the body. 

"O Maker of the material world! Thou Holy 
One! Whither shall we bring, where shall we lay, 
the bodies of our dead? " 

After the body came Yermah, Setos, Imos and 
Hanabusa, followed by civic deputations, priests and 
priestesses, and a great concourse of people. 

The judgment hall stood on the south side of 
Mountain Lake, near the plowed out Golden Gate, 



868 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

and had a rock foundation which the Azes called 
Gharepo. The building was erected in the exact 
center of a huge pentagram, the apex of which was 
on the rock Gharepo, the east foot on the north 
peak of Las Papas, and the west in the ocean, near 
the Cliff House shore. The feet of Hirach were 
correlated to those of the pentagram. He was step 
ping from the ocean to the mountain, signifying the 
involution of the ego from the astral universe into 
the material world. Hirach was a counterpart of 
the Amen of Revelation, who had " one foot on the 
sea and one on solid land," etc. 

The circle surrounding Hirach described the orbit 
of Mars, which corresponds to the body of Desire. 
The sixth labor crushes this principle, but in so doing 
opens the path for the initiate to measure the propor 
tions of the cosmos; and properly adjust them one 
to the other. 

Mars is the planetary phase of the Red Dragon, 
the eating of whose heart forms the means by which 
Sigierd, the Norse hero, attained Wisdom. The 
heart is triple, emblematic of the three cardinal vir 
tues, Will, Aspiration and Harmony, and their com 
mon center the spirit, was the altar in the middle 
of the judgment hall. 

From the center of the holy of holies were struck 
the distances of the four inner planets; hence it not 
only showed the three radii of the earth, but the 
three phases of Hermes, or Wisdom, and the ego 
in the three worlds, which in this instance was the 
higher personality sitting in judgment on the deeds 
done in the body. 

The relative size of the earth was represented by 
the tip of the devotee's fore-finger as he entered 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 369 

the western door and held up his hand in adoration 
and salutation to Deity. 

The structure was shaped like a cross, and was 
surmounted by tall spires. Over the entrance was 
an entablature propped by two square capitals. 
Above this was a frieze with the hieroglyphs of 
Truth, Fire and Light surrounded by twelve sym 
bolical groups. 

Between the sixth and seventh, a figure knelt and 
stretched out its arms above the two sacred eyes, 
symbolizing the north and south. This alluded to 
the diurnal motion of the sun, which is an implicit 
promise of resurrection, from the sky above us. 

At the ends of the emblematic row was another 
figure, poising a pair of balances. 

In the western arm of the cross was a throne, 
surmounted by a canopy representing the Tree of 
Life. The golden fleece hung in its branches, and 
in the center was the lamb immeshed in a nimbus. 

Seated on the throne was Hirach, a priest from 
the Temple of Neptune, whose face was hidden by 
a green mask. On his head was a tall conical hat 
made of alternating stripes of red and green, and 
the same combination of color was observable in his 
costume. 

The mantle was green; the tunic, red; while the 
arms and legs were covered with striped cloth, as 
he sat with arms crossed over his breast. In his 
right hand was a crook, while in his left was a flail. 

Hirach, or Conscious Life, personated the higher 
self of the dead man, and it was his office to weigh 
the thoughts, words and deeds of Orondo, against 
the image of Truth. On each side of him stood a 
priestess, representing the two phases of truth. One 



370 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

held a lily in her hand, to show that she stood for 
Truth in Action ; while the other held the quill of an 
eagle, signifying that she was Truth in Thought, 
itself. 

The two attendants were clothed in trailing white 
draperies, and their hands were crossed over their 
breasts. The sleeves came only to the elbow, but 
were long and wide, like those worn by Japanese 
women. Only the throat was revealed at the neck, 
and there was a peculiar allegorical girdle around 
the waist. These figures were known as Ma. 

When we call our mothers " Ma," we are ad 
dressing them as the Principle of Truth a singu 
larly fitting name; since the mother is the literal 
image of Truth to the child, until he is old enough 
to discover it by reasoning processes. 

Osiris, the spirit within the earth, draws every soul 
to him with a crook, and repulses it with a flail. 

The ceremony about to be enacted quaintly set 
forth the trials by the law of causation, or experi 
ence, undergone by the individual in the process of 
being drawn into and thrown out of earth life. It 
was an enactment of the tragedy within each human 
heart. 

On a square lectern in front of Hirach was a 
huge parchment scroll, tied with seven seals. By 
an ingenious arrangement, the lectern was also a 
support for a pair of balances. On the left side 
was a gold vase containing the heart of Orondo, 
which was soon to be weighed against a small image 
of Truth, on the right scale. 

Between Hirach and the altar of offerings sat four 
intercessors, or Associate Judges, representing the 
material body, the astral body, soul and spirit. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 371 

They were dressed in black, gray, purple and 
green. 

The official mourners, selected from each of the 
guilds, and from the priesthood, made offerings to 
the four elements in nature corresponding to the 
four attributes of man. That to earth was a bunch 
of bearded wheat; that to water, a pond-lily; that 
to air, a white dove; while that to fire was a 
chalice of bergamot oil. After being consecrated 
and blessed, the offerings were brought forward by 
men dressed in blue, and laid upon the altar in their 
proper succession. The fires in the sacred urns in 
the burial service were used, in order that the life- 
principle present in fire might find the individual 
body it once inhabited. 

Along the outer wall, in a semi-circle, were seated 
the forty-two assessors who were to try this novel 
case. They wore cloth-of-gold robes, and had a 
golden feather of Truth in the headbands over their 
closely curled hair, to show that they represented 
mental traits, and corresponded to the forty-two 
phrenological organs of the brain. 

These assessors were divided into three groups, 
distinguishable by the color of their mantles. The 
first typified the psychic attributes, and pertained to 
the front of the cerebrum; the mental to the middle 
part of the head; while the material stood for the 
cerebellum. 

The problem of the perfect life is solved by the 
even balance of these parts of the brain with the 
corresponding worlds of cosmic essence. 

When the remains were placed between the altar 
of offerings and the lectern, the priestesses knelt 
on each side, followed by the official mourners. 



372 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

Every eye was turned anxiously toward the Left- 
Hand Path, as the second entrance was called. 
Any citizen who had been wronged by the deceased 
in his lifetime, had a right to come into the temple 
and accuse him. 

There had been mutterings and ominous shakings 
of the head, but no one seemed to be able to make 
definite statements. 

Suddenly the door was flung open, and Rahula 
came in with an angry scowl on her face. She had 
on the mantle and red cap of the accuser of souls, 
and back of her was a numerous following; they, 
also, were dressed in red. 

Each face whitened, and there was a tense, ap 
prehensive feeling everywhere. 

Yermah and Setos supported Ildiko, who rushed 
forward and threw herself at the foot of the bier. 
She was completely shrouded in black. On her head 
was a round wreath of black ivy, having a crown 
and long pennants of white gauze in the back. 
Her close-cropped hair was still better concealed by 
a broad band of the gauze which fastened to the 
wreath and came down under the chin, hiding the 
ears. 

Ben Hu Barabe and Alcyesta stood near Ildiko, 
ready to offer assistance and sympathy, while Hana- 
busa supported Setos. 

Oahspe, the Sun Virgin, enveloped in black, and 
wearing a gold mask for unknowable Deity, broke 
the seal and unrolled the parchment. As she did 
so, Imos prepared to record the verdict. Flinging 
his arms out on either side, he exclaimed : 

" I give glory to Hirach, lord of the essences, liv 
ing in truth ! I have come to thee, bringing to thee 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 373 

truth. Where art thy attendant gods? Grant that 
I may be with them in thy company." 

A deep guttural voice behind the mask responded : 

" Peace will not abide with thee until thou hast 
overthrown thine enemies." 

From out the phalanx on the right, Yermah 
stepped forward and lifted a determined face, pale 
as the linen robes he wore. Bringing his hands to 
gether high over his head, he said: 

" Homage to thee, O Master of Truth! I come 
toward thee! I am here to contemplate thy 
splendor ! " 

" Give thy tongue truthful license, but speak no 
evil of the dead," was the admonition of the Hirach. 

Repeating the sign of asseveration, the Dorado 
began : 

" Great and mighty Hirach, thou knowest that 
the gloom of the tomb is but the cradle of the sun. 
Before thee lies a pure, unsullied soul. 

" Orondo had the three cardinal virtues of piety, 
because he loved his Creator, loved virtue, and loved 
man. He gave bread to the hungry, water to the 
thirsty, garments to the naked. He who perceives 
him says he comes in peace. 

" May he enter into rest, praised; may he go out, 
beloved for there is no more fault or evil in him. 
Save him; protect him; for his mouth is clean and his 
hands are pure. He was free from the oppression 
of the widow and the fatherless. 

" There was not by his fault either a fearful, or 
poor, or suffering or wretched one. He did not 
cause any one to weep. 1 He " 

Rahula who had been growing more and more ex- 

1 Egyptian Book of the Dead. 



374 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

cited, rushed to Yermah's side, and throwing her 
hands up wildly, cried out : 

" Hirach, thou who art mirrored in truth, palsy 
the tongue departing from thy formula ! Orondo 
merits not an honored place in the Vale of Peace. 
The fishes yearn for his body. He lived not in truth, 
nor walked in the ways acceptable to the gods of 
magic mystery." 

What more she would have said was drowned in 
a chorus of protest from the warrior-priests. The 
mourners added their supplications, and the priest 
esses murmured: 

"Om -ah! Om ah! Om ah!" 

Without noticing the interruption, Yermah com 
pleted his sentence. 

" Orondo did no evil. Nothing can be pro 
duced against him. He committed no violence, nor 
did he torment any heart. No one was by him 
treacherously slain." 

" Hear him, O just powers ! This man stands 
here and claims to be a vehicle for truth ! How 
darest thou say that Orondo caused no man to be 
treacherously killed? 

" On both thy heads lie the curse of Alcamayn's 
death. Robbed of his own by Orondo, and done 
to death by thee ! 

" Thou art a mighty representative in the Hall 
of the Two Truths. Hear me, Yermah ! A 
mother's curse is on thee I Thou art a doomed 
man!" 

" A mother's curse ! " exclaimed Yermah, in a 
whisper, sharing the consternation around him. 

A curse in the time of the Dorado was a thing of 
fearful import. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 375 

The intemperance of her speech showed the un 
controllable rage of Rahula. 

" Yes," she screamed, " a mother's curse ! Al- 
camayn was my first and only born. Oh, there is 
no need of thy horrid looks! He never knew the 
relationship. Because of thy spiritual father, Akaza, 
thou hast a heritage of my hate. But for him I 
should have claimed my son." 

Seeming to realize that temper had carried her too 
far, Rahula tried to repair what she had already 
said. Setos made a threatening gesture toward her, 
while every one looked at his neighbor, and said in 
an undertone : 

" She is a black magician. Akaza was obliged to 
take her child away from her." 

Her attendants hissed angrily and stamped with 
their feet to prevent Yermah from being heard. He 
realized that the demonstration was against himself 
personally, and was appalled at the virulence of the 
attack, but went bravely on. 

" Orondo afflicted no one; neither did he commit 
perfidy. He was never an accuser, and was only 
angry when there was just cause " 

" Thou art a monstrous liar I He had just 
cause to be angry with thee, who enticed his first 
love away, and repaid him with another man's 
choice." 

Crossing over to him and shaking her finger in 
his face, defiantly, Rahula fairly shrieked: 

" Thou hast imperiled thy immortal soul 1 Dearly 
shalt thou pay for thine own perfidy! I dare tell 
thee to thy face, thou art guilty of the unpardonable 
sin! Thou who wert coward enough to compel thy 
dead friend to marry this poor misguided creature 



YERMAH, THE DORADO 



lying at thy feetl For this cause my Alcamayn 
died in dishonor! " 

The warrior-priests clanked their swords angrily, 
and the smoldering disloyalty was like a tinder- 
box to the furious gestures and acts of the fac 
tions. 

Setos grabbed Rahula by the arm and shook her 
violently before she would heed him. 

" Hast thou no sense of decency, Rahula? Cease 
thy upbraidings, else wilt thou ruin all ! " 

She quailed before his determined look and was 
silent. 

Shaking like a leaf and wounded to the death in 
his tenderest parts, Yermah once more essayed to 
speak. 

Finding that he could not command his voice, he 
turned appealingly to the musicians, who responded 
with a funeral air. When they had finished, Yer 
mah, with tears coursing down his cheeks which 
he made no effort to conceal, said: 

" Hirach, as I expect to stand face to face with 
thee finally, hear me ! In that I love Orondo well, 
conscience doth acquit me of evil intent toward him. 
Whatever service he rendered me was a pleasure 
to him, and was of his own choosing. That he 
preferred duty to success, is one more reason why 
his bones should be interred with the blessed. There 
was no guile in him. 

" He was as tender as a woman, as simple as a 
child, and faithful unto death. The heart weigh 
ing even in the scales of Truth was burst in twain 
by the sorrows which oppressed his high courage. 
Struck down in the flower of manhood, hurled 
through the Gates of Light by unseemly circum- 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 377 

stance, Orondo, the soul of honor, merits the rite of 
consecration. Hear, Hirach, as thou wouldst in 
turn be heard, and grant as thine own hope of future 
reward may prompt thee I " 

The non-resistance and manliness of Yermah did 
not fail to appeal to a people equable in temper and 
given to just decision. The waves of feeling which 
surged through the temple made him aware of this, 
though the sounds were almost inaudible. 

Every one waited in dread suspense for Rahula's 
final plea. She was still laboring under ill-sup 
pressed excitement, and resentment blazed anew as 
she spoke. 

" Hirach, thou who art unshaken by emotion or 
desire, hear and give heed! Orondo was ever the 
craven tool of him who stands here in his defense. 
He sought more to obey the will of his master than 
the will of the gods. Once again I beseech thee, 
give his body to the fishes 1 " 

"No! no! no!" burst from the lips of the 
mourners, the priestesses, and the warrior-priests, 
augmented by the intercessors, too. 

Yermah stood with his hands clasped and head 
bowed low. His dejection and silence angered 
Rahula still more, because she instinctively felt that 
he was right, and that she could not provoke him 
into a show of resistance. She hated him for the 
sympathy he had unconsciously aroused. 

" Finally, I demand this body of thee, Hirach 1 

" Bloody deeds shall follow thy refusal. Never 
canst thou make it right to bless this man, while 
Alcamayn's shade is doomed to wander through 
myriad years because of him. I charge thee to weigh 
and consider thy decision I " 



578 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

Hirach, using the flail for a baton, waved for 
silence. 

Then the two intercessors, earth and water, arose 
and pointed to the left. Thus far the decision was 
against Orondo. 

The kneeling figures arose and joined the warrior- 
priests in supplication. The remaining intercessors, 
air and fire, stood and pointed to the right. 

With bated breath they waited for Hirach's 
action. In an impressive silence he arose and 
pointed to the right. 

u Haille! Haille! Haille!" cried the people, 
in a spontaneous outburst, which a sense of decorum 
quickly quelled. 

" Let the heart of Orondo be given back to him. 
Let him go into the Hall of Mystery by the Right- 
Hand Path," read Imos in a sonorous voice. 

As soon as the verdict was announced, the funeral 
cortege formed as it came, and filed out of the 
temple. Rahula and her followers departed to the 
left, with their arms crossed before their faces, and 
their heads drooping under the knowledge of defeat. 
******* 

A granite sarcophagus was placed at the entrance 
of the long tunnel-like tomb, cut deep into the 
side of the mountain. Here was desposited all of 
the personal belongings of Orondo, sealed up in curi 
ous-shaped jars and baskets. After the body was 
placed in the tomb, these were laid around it, and the 
whole securely sealed. 

A never-dying perfume-lamp of wrought bronze 
was suspended over the head, which was laid to the 
west. The granite doors were hermetically closed, 
and Orondo was finally left to sleep with the justified. 



CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX 

" DOWN WITH THE APOSTATE, YERMAH " STRIFE 

IN TLAMCO 

Iff I AHOU knowest, Imos, how I execrate 
the memory of Akaza," said Setos, as 
JL the two sat in conference, at the high- 
priest's house, shortly after Orondo's burial. 

" So do I. How often has he come between the 
sacred hierarchy and their rights. He was always 
intent upon the spirit rather than on the ritual 
practice of our faith. By his will Yermah is made 
hierophant, and I, who have served a lifetime, am 
cast aside with scant courtesy." 

Imos was a man advanced in years, having a 
broad high forehead, aquiline nose, square-cut eye 
brows, and thin, finely compressed lips. His bald 
head, protruding like the knob of a knee, revealed 
a combative and tyrannical disposition. 

Setos had much ado to conceal a grin of satisfac 
tion, as the high-priest bared his secret ambition. 
He was unusually affable as he answered : 

" Thou art shamefully ill-used, but I am thy 
brother in misfortune. When war devastated 
Atlantis, Akaza stood continually before the rabble, 
out-tonguing them in demands. The powers of 
right were on our side; but in the third day's battle 
he turned the tide of victory by his infernal en 
chantments. Our gallant spearsmen were advancing 

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380 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

two deep, when he charged them with three bodies 
of horsemen. 

" ' It is Akaza ! ' " cried our leader, Poseidon. 
" * The traitor comes to certain death.' Some say 
that bolts from a mangonel struck through our 
ranks; others, that he cut off the spear-heads. Of 
this I know not. Poseidon rode at him in mortal 
combat, but fell uninjured at Akaza's feet. Fail 
ing to kill him, he was obliged to give the Dorado 
as hostage. Ichanor, the war-chief of Poseidon, 
was compelled to surrender his son Orondo. By this 
means the schemer contrived to gain supremacy in 
Atlantis and all her dependencies. So long as he 
lived oppression hung over me. Thou mayst judge 
what love I bear his successor." 

The two men gave each other a searching glance, 
which said as plainly as words, " How shall we be 
rid of him?" 

" We must be masters of caution," said the wily 
priest 

" Suspicion abides not with Yermah and he knows 
nothing of black art." 

A loud rapping at the front door and hurrying 
feet along the passage-way caused both to rise and 
listen intently. Simultaneously with the permit to 
enter, came Cezardis, flushed and in breathless haste. 

" Exigency compels the waiving of ceremony," 
said he. " A great concourse are in the theater 
listening to Rahula's arraignment of Yermah. By 
a cunningly contrived tragedy, called ' The Lost 
Soul ' she scores him without mercy, and has given 
utterance to all that Alcamayn confided to her con 
cerning the Dorado having concealed his divinity in 
a ruby which he sent to the high-priestess, Keroecia. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 381 

" Yermah broke his vow, and was blaspheming 
violently when the swift and terrible punishment 
came. Alcamayn heard his awful words, but feared 
even to repeat them, lest we be doomed to suffer 
again. Rahula has inflamed the populace against 
him, and they are running through the streets 
shouting : ' Down with the apostate, Yermah ! 
He has committed unpardonable sin against the In 
effable ! He shall no longer rule Tlamco 1 ' Dost 
thou not hear the bugle calls? Signals are flashing 
from the forts, and the whole city is in uproar." 

Many extraneous sounds bore out this testimony; 
but neither auditor evinced surprise, though both 
showed concern. 

" So," said Setos presently, " the prophecy con 
cerning the lost planet has come true. A great and 
momentous change is upon us." 

" Hast thou not heard the Blessed Books read in 
the temples? " 

" Thou shouldst remember that I have been in 
the house of enemies. It would have been unsafe 
for me. Wilt thou refresh early recollections now 
and hurriedly? " 

As far as he was capable, Setos was devout, and 
was always comforted by the rumble of long words. 

Imos had a voice which fitted him for such an oc 
casion, and he was much pleased to have the oppor 
tunity to use it. With the proper degree of 
solemnity, he crossed to the east side of the room, 
where the books lay, and then making three profound 
genuflections, he began reading promptly : 

In the beginning the Great Spirit, surnamed Cohesion, 
breathed into chaotic disorder the fire of life. Verily, it 



382 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

grew to mighty proportions. It had two arms dividing the 
Supernal from the light of this world, which is darkness to 
the ones reposing in the sunshine of eternal peace. So vast 
was the chasm yawning between Spirit and Matter, that no 
mortal crossed the void for a million years. Then the twi 
light changed into morning, and there arose from the Celes 
tial Shore an Archangel strong and mighty. 

Hirach was his name. May it ever more be blessed! 
And a great voice was heard in the expanse like unto the 
sound of a trumpet, saying: 

" Who is able to cross the chasm, to give to souls unborn 
the Key? To open the book to them that therein they may 
read the Way of life? " 

And the bodiless and formless ones sounded the lEolian 
harps, and sang: 

"Hirach is his name! Thrice blessed is he Hirach of 
two threefold wings, encircling heaven, earth and the vast 
ocean! He alone is great; he is able to cross the vast abyss" 

Then Hirach called unto himself a great Red Dragon, 
whose name was Marah for he shall deceive the nations, 
and they shall war with one another. He who sat on the 
dragon was calm and silent. His lofty, godlike brow was 
wrapped in the golden splendor of the morning sun. Over, 
the deep chasm which divides mortals from the highest 
thrones swirled the Red Dragon, and the worlds trembled 
and feared. And the mountains from before whose eyes 
the clouds had vanished said to the stars shining in the 
majesty of their being: " Who Is the terrible Red Dragon, 

and whose splendor anointeth the brow of him sitting there 
at *> 
on? 

The stars answered: " From infinity to infinity we roll 
in our courses; ages on ages have spent themselves in our 
existence, yet we remember not when the Red Dragon rose 
into life; neither can we comprehend the splendor on the 
brow of him who sitteth thereon." 

Now as the Dragon gyrated in his course, his fiery breath 
caused new suns to spring into existence, and new planets 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 383 

rolled in their orbits around them, peopled with living beings. 
Then the Dragon exalted himself in pride, and puffed out 
his cheeks, saying: 

" Behold the glorious suns which I have created, to give 
light and life to all creatures, that they may praise me and 
give glory for that which I have done." 

Then he who sat on the head of the Dragon, clothed in 
splendor, rose and smote the ugly beast, whose death-agony 
dashed into pieces the beautiful planet circling between Mars 
and Jupiter, thus forever destroying the equilibrium between 
War and Justice. The souls thereon were drawn into the 
vortex of the earth. With his two tails he laid hold of 
Mars and Venus, seeking to destroy them also; but H track 
raised the great two-edged sword in his hands and cleft 
asunder the tails of the Dragon. He cut the body into five 
pieces, which fell to the earth, and the Dragon was no more. 

" Such," said Imos, " is the account of the Red 
Dragon. It is said that the chain of hills which 
encircle Tlamco are the remains of his body. Yonder 
hill to the east, is his skull, and is called Calvu. It 
is furthermore stated that Hirach shall at the end of 
the cycle come from a cavern beneath it. Akaza 
curses be his portion! says that the Blessed Story is 
an allegory. He, a viler apostate than his pupil, 
claimed that he would come again, as Hirach incar 
nate, to break the power of the black brotherhood." 

" Rather let us exterminate the last remnant of 
them, and give their bodies to the fishes ! " was 
his companion's intemperate rejoinder. 

" Face thy duty resolutely, and may victory be on 
thy side 1 " said Imos, piously, as Setos hurried out 
of the house. 

" He who holds our destiny, plans all things well. 
May thy hopes find fruition also ! " 



384 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

Setos knew that his seditious work among the 
warriors was ready to bear fruit, but he was gratified 
that Rahula had provoked the outburst. She had 
been in a frenzy of rage since her defeat in the 
judgment hall, and this was her revenge. Setos was 
determined to take advantage of it and be made 
Grand Servitor of the Azes. 

******* 

The theater stood on a sloping hill southeast of 
Lone Mountain. It faced the south, shielding the 
spectators from the north wind. They had a com 
manding view of the bay and islands in the fore 
ground and the tawny leonine hills in the distance. 

The edifice was a semi-circle, provided with tiers 
of seats, and would accommodate many thousand 
people. It was an earth embankment fitted with 
stone seats and a sanded floor, with an open roof, 
supported by stout poles. An arch under the right 
wing marked the entrance to the stage, and led to 
subterranean dressing-rooms. There was small pro 
vision for artificial setting, the beauty of natural 
scenery being deemed sufficient. 

"Haille! Haille! Haillel Setos sent to de 
liver us from peril ! " cried a company of warriors 
who were escorting Rahula home from the theater. 

" Haille, Setos ! Chief of the Turghati men 
loyal to the true faith of Atlantis!" exclaimed 
Rahula, whose disordered dress, sparkling eyes, and 
flushed cheeks, bespoke her excitement. When she 
approached Setos, she was trembling violently, but 
every sense was on the alert. 

" Thou who art the man of destiny, come with me," 
she continued. " I will tell thee all that has hap 
pened." 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 385 

" Rahula, the silver-tongued, is thy worthy fore 
runner, as Mercury is of the sun. Go with her and 
then come to the Observatory. Thy presence will 
put heart into the wavering ones, who are in consulta 
tion. Thou mayst depend upon us." 

The crowd was noisy and unruly, but Setos under 
stood that the warriors would hold them in check. 
He followed Rahula indoors. Acting on the impulse 
of the moment, Setos drew Rahula to him and kissed 
her passionately. 

If he had been blind before, he certainly knew now, 
and he suddenly realized that she was necessary to 
his success. 

" Thou art worthy of my best love," he said, 
" and thou shalt command it. Open thy heart to 
me." 

" Thou hast surprised its secret, and made me 
forget our danger. Death were not unwelcome in 
this guise," she murmured, nestling down closer in 
his arms. 

" Thy lips must pay forfeit for speech once more, 
and then thy sweet voice must quell this inward 
tumult. I could drowse like a sleepy god in thy 
embrace." 

" Duty stern and uncompromising faces us, and we 
must yield to other influences," said Rahula, slipping 
out of his arms. " The die is cast, and thou must 
not falter or linger in sweet dalliance." 

" Pearls of wisdom ever fall from thy lips, Ra 
hula. Thy well-chosen words sober me again. 
What dost thou know? " 

She held both his hands to her breast, and looked 
at him steadfastly. 

" I am aware that discontent has been flourishing 



386 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

like a poisonous weed in Tlamco. It needed but a 
spark to fan it to a blaze and I have produced that 
spark. It is in the suspicion that Yermah is an 
accursed and lost soul. Thou knowest the tradition 
concerning other calamities in the dim ages. Fan 
this flame judiciously, and thou wilt sit in the seat 
of power." 

He would have strained her to his breast again, but 
she eluded him. She was certain of her hold upon 
him, and was anxious to strengthen it. 

" Thou canst not be sure of unqualified support,' 5 
she went on. "If thou canst not silence Yermah's 
adherents in argument, then thou must resort to 
arms." 

" Thou art my love, and a wise counselor," he 
answered, still actuated by gratitude and what he 
called love. " Go thou to the Camp of Mars, and 
I will be guided by thee," he added, aiding her in 
the readjustment of her mantle. 



CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN 

THE SHOCK OF CONFLICT AND YERMAH'S OVER 
THROW 

WAR was undertaken for religious purposes 
never for conquest which accounted 
for the methods used in stirring up sedi 
tion in Tlamco. 

The object in conquering an outside power was to 
civilize it; and if captives refused to accept hos 
pitable treatment, they were scattered throughout the 
country, man for man, and kept under surveillance 
until reconciled to their positions. No confiscation 
of property was allowed, and after taking the oath 
of allegiance, the rebels were returned to their homes. 

Setos found Imos laboring with Hanabusa and 
Ben Hu Barabe, who remained loyal to Yermah. 
These faithful adherents made earnest and eloquent 
pleas in his behalf; but, finding themselves powerless, 
withdrew and prepared to defend the city against 
inevitable attack. 

It was a semicircular bay, five thousand feet across, 
which brought the water to Montgomery Street up 
to the days of 'forty-nine. From a line parallel with 
what is now Market Street, but a little to the north, 
was a grand canal, deep and wide enough to accom 
modate all the commerce of Tlamco. These waters 
terminated in a basin near the junction of present- 
day Van Ness Avenue and Market Street, where a 
circular port of entry was strongly fortified. 

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388 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

Leading from this was a broad avenue, which 
ended in another circular building, half a mile nearer 
the Observatory, and in a direct line with it. This 
was, in modern parlance, a bonded warehouse, and 
was amply protected. 

The port of entry was in the center of a circle 
which included Telegraph Hill, Lone Mountain and 
the Potrero hills, all of which were formidable forti 
fications. Rincon Hill, south and directly opposite 
Telegraph Hill, guarded the entrance to the canal, 
while Yerba Buena Island, on the east, lined with its 
center. 

A hostile fleet sailing around Telegraph Hill would 
be under fire from these forts, and as they came into 
the canal an assault could be made on them from the 
ramparts and battlements of Nob Hill. 

Should enemies approach the port of entry, they 
would be in range of the mangonel batteries at East 
Temple, Alamo Hill, and the Temple of Venus, 
which also shielded the bonded warehouse and the 
main, or eastern, avenue to the city. On the top of 
the hill, was another fortification, guarding the ap 
proaches to the Observatory, which had a complete 
system of defense in itself. 

South of the Potrero Hill fort was a harbor for 
the balsas. It is now a broad marsh intersected by 
Islais Creek. A curved canal separated two fortified 
hills and turned west to within the radius of the 
Camp of Mars. The waterway skirted the closely 
guarded fortification on Bernal Heights. 

From time immemorial Mars was not only con 
sidered the god of war but the guardian of sailors as 
well. 

On the west side of the camp, a road ran south, 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 389 

parallel with what is now Valencia Street direct to 
the port of entry. This was the only approach from 
the south, and was well protected by the armored 
hills, where the granaries and storehouses were lo 
cated. 

Much of the food supply came by this route. 

Due west of Bernal Heights is a companion hill, 
which was garrisoned and used as a signal station, 
being on a line with Mount Olympus, and from the 
high Observatory tower news could be flashed to all 
the outlying stations. 

The center of the port of entry lined exactly with 
Telegraph Hill. By this means a message could be 
sent from Hanabusa's quarters to Mount Olympus 
and Lone Mountain direct, and thence to the port of 
entry and Telegraph Hill, thus making it easy to 
command the entire situation. 

The horsemen's camp lay close to laqua, west of 
the Observatory, while the spearsmen's grounds were 
east. From these points were trained catapults, 
loaded with highly explosive lead cylinders filled with 
sharp spikes. Mixed with the spikes were balls con 
taining a stifling, overpowering, deadly smell, which 
were exploded in the air, to shower the inhabitants, 
barracks and forts. 

******* 

Setos saw with the eye of a military genius the 
advantage to himself of a sudden attack, and as a 
politician he felt the danger of remaining inactive 
in such treacherous times. With a long, hissing 
screech, four rockets shot into the sky from the signal- 
stations, electrifying some, but prostrating the spirits 
of those who loved law and order. 

Instantly, the warriors rushed pell-mell into the 



390 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

streets and confusion seized the populace, who ran 
about aimlessly, and looked into each other's faces 
with half-averted eyes, like members of a family who 
are determined to punish one another, but not too 
severely. 

Around what is now known as Potrero Point came 
a fleet of thirty balsas, with the blades of the rowers 
flashing in the sunlight as they rocked and glided 
over the choppy waves of the bay. 

Rowing swiftly to the Rincon Hill fort, they em 
barked a strong force of spearsmen who were still 
loyal to Yermah. 

Ponderous mangonels capable of throwing darts 
twenty feet long, shod with bronze points and 
securely lashed to the shaft with strips of bull's-hide, 
surmounted each fort. This formidable weapon car 
ried a distance of several hundred feet with sufficient 
force to penetrate the side of a stoutly built balsa. 

On the poop of the foremost galley stood Hana- 
busa, in full armor, with a black plume in his helmet, 
while beside him was Ben Hu Barabe. They were 
both tall and powerful men, and the grim, deter 
mined expression on their faces augured ill for the 
insurgents. Soon their balsas were gliding over the 
smooth waters of the semicircular entrance to 
the canal and making directly for it. 

" Beware of the bolt ! " shouted Ben Hu Barabe, 
and every man threw himself under the stout oaken 
seats of the oarsmen, as a murderous missile rose 
high in the air and fell with a crash on the stone 
coping of the canal, sending a shower of splinters 
over the men. 

" There is little danger to fear here," said Hana- 
busa, " as the east fort is still in our possession. It 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 391 

stands midway between the gangway and basin at the 
end of the canal, and forms the strategic key to the 
operations to-day. Yermah will lead a force between 
that fortress and the granaries, as if ready to fall 
upon the city, whilst we, with our noisy drums and 
trumpets, draw the rebels north of the canal, to 
repulse our feigned attack." 

" Wilt thou forgive me for asking if this is thine 
own or Yermah's plan? " 

" It is the Dorado's instruction. He is proving 
to be a worthy disciple of the great tactician, Akaza, 
who never failed to gain a victory. See 1 They are 
warned of our approach." 

As Yermah had predicted, the revolted troops, not 
being commanded by a leader skilled in strategy, 
had signaled to the forts around the city for re- 
enforcements, and then turned toward the canal to 
repulse the invaders. 

A rocket was sent up from East Temple, signaling 
the defenders to disembark south of the canal. See 
ing this, the insurgents swept around the basin to 
engage in a close-range combat and overwhelm Han- 
abusa and Ben Hu Barabe by superior numbers. 

Before they could execute this maneuver, the glit 
tering ranks of Yermah's own household guards 
marched through the pass between Las Papas and 
the Mission Hills, south of East Temple, with a 
company of horsemen bringing up the rear. 

The two columns marched side by side, but sep 
arate, that on the right charging the insurgents on 
the right flank. There were about three thousand 
men hemmed in between their own ranks and Hana- 
busa's command. 

Finding they were cut off from the main body, the 



392 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

rebels made a desperate and gallant defense, but 
were obliged to surrender, with half their force either 
killed, wounded, or made captive. 

Simultaneously, the main column under Yermah 
wheeled toward the Observatory, driving their ene 
mies before them with great slaughter. The 
Dorado's guard swept over the rising ground between 
the center of the city and the Observatory in a solid 
phalanx nine deep. Behind them came detachments 
from the fleet at the head of the canal, who harassed 
the stragglers and completed the general rout. 

Archers and swordsmen, cutlass and javelin 
wielders excelled each other in feats of generous 
daring, while shield clanked against shield, and 
spearsmen tilted against spearsmen, in the shock and 
clamor of fratricidal warfare. 

Underneath all their apparent fury was a fraternal, 
conciliatory spirit, causing the insurgents to make 
only a half-hearted fight against their hereditary 
leader. 

The revolted troops were oppressed by a secret 
fear that Yermah's soul was perjured; but this 
did not overcome their inherent sense of loyalty to 
him. 

" Down with the Mazaleels ! " urged Setos, now 
in the thick of the fight. " Spare not a single apos 
tate! If thou art true-hearted Turghatis, stand by 
the old beliefs." 

He spurred his horse into the fray, shouting : 

"Mazaleel! Mazaleel! Mazaleel! Who loves 
a Mazaleel?" 

" Kill ! Slay ! Burn 1 Fire every building ! Do 
duty with torch and sword ! " hoarsely commanded 
Imos, seeing that the lines about the Observatory 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 393 

trenches were wavering. " Who will help me cut a 
way through to the canal?" 

Urged forward by his example and words, a body 
of warrior-priests threw themselves against Hana- 
busa's flank, and succeeded in driving him to the 
water's edge. Many of the oarsmen tried to re- 
embark, but the fleet was on fire and a swift and ter 
rible conflict ensued. 

In the meantime, Yermah had stormed the eastern 
entrance to the Observatory, which finally yielded, 
and he rode in under the mocking inscription : 

" Peace and Good Will Abide With Thee." 

" The victory is ours ! " he cried, sheathing his 
sword, and surveying the Temple of Venus on his 
left, apparently deserted. 

" Take a dozen horsemen," said he to an aide, 
" and ascertain if the vestals are safe. If so, we 
will send a strong guard to prevent further disorder 
and then retreat; for it is not seemly to fight our 
brethren." 

As rapidly as possible, reconnoitering parties were 
dispatched to discover the damage done and to pro 
vide suitable care for the killed and wounded. To 
this day the native American races make strenuous 
efforts to prevent their dead from falling into the 
hands of an enemy. 

The defeated troops were ordered back to quarters 
and Setos was seized and brought before Yermah. 

" Back into thy houses under penalty of arrest! " 
shouted the mounted patrol, as they galloped 
through the streets, and rode down the turbulent 
mob. Soon the cry went up : 

" Setos is in chains ! Run for thy life ! " This 
startling news sent the crowd flying in every direction, 



394 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

until even the stout-hearted seemed paralyzed by the 
result, and the defeated ones slunk away to their 
homes, like children caught in an act of disobedience. 

The men were secretly humiliated and ashamed, 
none of that generation having ever been guilty of 
insurrection, and they stood aghast at sight of the 
carnage and slaughter. 

The shamans and priestesses ministered to the 
wounded and dying, and many heart-rending scenes 
were enacted on the spot where some turbulent spirit 
had received its quietus. 

The marketplace and temple walls were gallantly 
defended and by nightfall comparative order reigned 
in the city itself, though heavy firing from the forts 
told of the strife along the banks of the canal. 

Imos, aided by a band of fanatical warrior-priests, 
was doing all in his power to destroy the fleet. Han- 
abusa was retreating slowly with his shattered forces, 
but every inch of the ground was being stubbornly 
contested. As darkness came on, the balsas slipped 
by unobserved, and Hanabusa steered for the Camp 
of Mars with less than half of his original numbers. 

The battering-rams and catapults had done deadly 
work on the feebly defended Camp of Mars. Here 
the flood-gates of the canal had been opened by a band 
of marauding insurgents, under cover of the dark 
ness, and the rising tide inundated the whole plain. 

Imos marched rapidly across the peninsula, keep 
ing well out of range of the mangonels, and was in 
possession of the camp when Hanabusa arrived. 

Ben Hu Barabe engaged the warrior-priests in a 
hand-to-hand struggle, while Hanabusa hastened to 
the signal tower only to find it dismantled. There 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 395 

being no way to inform Yermah of his desperate 
straits, he rushed back to his house, and hurriedly 
securing things necessary for flight, joined in the 
unequal contest Ben Hu Barabe and a handful of 
men kept up at the water's edge. 

In the uncertain light, the commander could dis 
cern only three seaworthy balsas, and into these his 
followers scrambled, and, pulling Ben Hu Barabe 
aboard, put to sea, closely pursued by the leaky, dis 
abled or badly manned balsas which had already been 
captured by the enemy. 

On the heels of Hanabusa's flight came a company 
of horsemen, sent by Yermah, who dashed into camp 
with drawn sabers and boldly demanded the surren 
der of Imos. Realizing that he was completely sur 
rounded and that resistance was useless, the high- 
priest suffered himself to be put on horseback and 
carried back to laqua. Upon arriving there he was 
brought before Yermah, in company with Setos. 

" Why hast thou made war upon me, Setos? " 

" Because the Azes deem thee unfit to rule them," 
was the blunt answer. 

" I have no desire for temporal power. Hadst 
thou confided thy ambition to me, I would have aided 
thee." 

" Thou hast mistaken me. I am only an instru 
ment in the hands of Providence for the deliverance 
of Tlamco," answered Setos, in his best temple-serv 
ice manner. 

" Thou art incapable of delivering thyself, much 
less Tlamco. But I desire thee to become Grand 
Servitor. Art thou willing to accept its full im 
port?" 



396 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

Setos could scarcely believe his ears. Was the 
Dorado speaking from choice, or was he sore beset, 
and capitulating on the best possible terms? 

" What dost thou mean by the full import? " 

" The law dost require thee to marry. Thou 
mayst not demand the oath of allegiance without a 
consort. Atlantis no longer exists and thou must be 
responsible for the succession." 

Setos opened his eyes wide in astonishment when 
the real nature of the situation dawned upon him and 
he realized that fear had nothing to do with Yer- 
mah's abdication. As soon as he could recover him 
self, he answered: 

" I am willing to fulfill thy conditions." 

" Not my conditions, but the law of the ages," 
corrected the Dorado, with a frown. " Rahula has 
long been thy willing handmaid. Wilt thou espouse 
her?" 

" Yes." 

"And to-night?" 

'Yes; but canst thou say as much for her?" 

" She shall answer for herself, as she is already 
under this roof. And while the tamanes conduct her 
here, wilt thou tell me, Imos, why thou, too, art in 
bloody array against me?" 

Encouraged by Setos's success, Imos answered 
boldly: 

" Because thou art a lost soul, and art unworthy 
to succeed Akaza." 

" For his sake must I endure persecution. But 
thou art rash in attempting to defy the Brotherhood. 
Thou art enslaved by forbidden ambition." Yer- 
mah's voice quivered with suppressed anger, and his 
eyes blazed scornfully, but he kept himself under 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 397 

control. Catching Rahula's eye as she entered, he 
said with cutting emphasis : 

" Every soul is lost on the downward spiral, and 
can only regain its original position by a long and 
painful succession of incarnations. Desire is the 
prison-house of the ego." 

Rahula stood abashed, uncertain how much Yer- 
mah knew, and just what his speech implied. An 
uncomfortable and awkward silence followed, which 
Setos finally broke by stepping forward and taking 
her by the hand. Then he asked with gentleness : 

" Art thou willing to share the perils of office with 
me? Yermah wishes to make me Servitor of the 
Azes." 

" My heart acknowledges no other master, and 
my happiness is indissolubly linked with thy fortunes. 
I am willing to serve thee." She spoke in a low 
voice, while a flush of triumph overspread her coun 
tenance. She was almost as much surprised as Setos 
had been. 

" Name thy witnesses, and let Imos hear thy mar 
riage vows at once. Matters of state compel haste." 

All three hated him, but they obeyed with alacrity, 
nevertheless. 

" I will administer the oath of office at sunrise, 
and at meridian thou must be ready to receive the 
allegiance of Tlamco," said Yermah later, before 
leaving for the Temple of Neptune. 

He had not lived at laqua since Orondo's death. 



CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT 

THE OATH OF ALLEGIANCE TO SETOS AND RAHULA 

SETOS could not refuse the Dorado an armed 
escort. But there was treachery in the very 
air, and Yermah did not retire when he found 
himself alone and safe inside the temple walls. 

He could hear Oghi howling dismally in the stable 
inclosure and in the intense stillness he heard Cibolo 
pawing the ground and snorting as if some one were 
prowling on the outside. 

Opening the door cautiously, the hierophant peeped 
into the long, empty aisles, dim and shadowy in 
the faint light flickering from the lamps overhead. 
None of his senses relaxed vigilance, as he pressed 
his ear close to the floor and listened intently. 

Yermah had not long to wait before he heard a 
grating sound, as if some heavy body were being 
pushed through the north gate. Returning to his 
room he hastily tied the leathern pouches around his 
waist containing the relics of Keroecia and Akaza. 
He grasped his sword and came back to the door, 
and was horrified to find a catapult being dragged 
into position almost against it. 

Recognizing Imos, it flashed over him that the 
high-priest had seized upon Setos's nuptial night to 
make himself hierophant; but his blood ran cold when 
he thought of the helplessness of the recluses around 
him. 

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THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 399 

Fear and distrust counseled against apprising 
Setos of the situation, and his own loyal guards were 
fast asleep, believing him safe at laqua. 

His heart almost stopped its beating when he com 
prehended that his enemies were attempting to slip 
the bolts and chains of the door. 

Something caused him to turn his head in an op 
posite direction, and there he saw an apparition of 
Keroecia, luminous and perfect in outline. He could 
only hold the image a moment; but she smiled and 
beckoned to him as she flitted through the doorway. 
Instinct bade him follow her. 

It was his blood for which the rebels thirsted, and 
none of the other inmates would be disturbed 
Yermah thought, as he ran along the aisle. 

While Yermah was unbolting the door, a projectile 
from the catapult shivered the northern entrance 
with a crash that rocked and shook the whole struc 
ture. The aisles filled immediately with half-awak 
ened monks, but their voices were silenced by an 
explosion against the opposite wall, which sent the 
spikes flying in every direction and felled them with 
stifling and deadly odors. 

Yermah could never remember how he succeeded 
in reaching Cibolo's stall. The sagacious animal 
seemed to help in getting into his trappings, and 
Oghi had already buried his teeth in the back of a 
miscreant slipping up to the half-opened door through 
which Yermah had passed. The ocelot darted out 
of the inclosure ahead of Yermah all the tiger 
instincts in him aroused and ready to attack the first 
thing in sight. 

Oghi rolled over and over with a victim, marking 
and maiming him for life. The man's cries brought 



400 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

assistance; but neither arrows nor sword thrusts dis 
patched the assailant until several persons had been 
wounded. 

The Dorado found all the wall entrances locked 
from the outside, which accounted for the absence 
of guards at the doors. Escape was only possible 
through the north-gate, and there more than a dozen 
warrior-priests were waiting for him. 

Man and beast knew there was desperate work 
before them, but they were nerved for the encounter. 
As he dashed past Oghi, Yermah saw with a sinking 
heart that the poor creature was writhing in its death 
agony. 

Cibolo laid back his ears, and tried to take a piece 
out of the arm put forward to seize the bridle. 
When the animal found that he could not break the 
ranks at the open gate, he wheeled and kicked at the 
assailants viciously. 

Yermah reined him back, and charged again, 
using his sword arm constantly. A spear-point 
pierced the upper part of Cibolo's neck, causing him 
to squeal shrilly, while an arrow went through the 
flesh of Yermah's left arm near the shoulder, break 
ing the point on his armor. A well-directed blow 
felled his antagonist, and horse and rider cleared 
the open space at a bound. 

The Dorado rode straight to the west into a red 
wood forest, long since submerged. Covered with 
dust and faint from exhaustion and loss of blood, 
with broken armor and disordered dress, he struggled 
on toward Tlamco's Tower of Refuge, situated on 
an artificial hill south of the present Alms House. 

Upon arrival there, he found the citadel filled with 
women and children, who had fled from Tlamco 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 401 

during the day, and among them were Ildiko and 
Alcyesta. 

Yermah. only took time to bind up his own and 
Cibolo's wound before making his way through Visi- 
tacon Valley to the bay, where Alcyesta told him 
Hanabusa and Ben Hu Barabe were expecting him. 

" The Turghati have sworn to kill thee," confided 
Alcyesta, " and it were not safe for thee nor for thy 
followers to remain even here in this tower." 

" Before daylight, this place will be surrounded," 
added the keeper. " They will suspect thy hiding 
place. Shouldst thou surrender and stand trial, thou 
knowest behorehand what the verdict would be." 

" Be advised by me," pleaded Alcyesta. " For 
this purpose am I come." 

" Ample provision has been made," urged the 
keeper. " Go thou quickly. I fear for thy safety." 

Seeing that Ildiko prepared to accompany them, 
Yermah turned to her, saying: 

" Why art thou here? Thy father is married to 
Rahula, and will be proclaimed Grand Servitor in 
a few hours." 

" I know all that thou sayest. But dost thou think 
I should be allowed to live at laqua? If so, thou 
knowest neither Setos nor Rahula." 

" What is thy purpose? " 

; ' To go with thee and thy followers. Do not, 
I beseech thee, turn me away, since I should be left 
to perish miserably." 

" That is thy probable fate with me." 

" So be it." 

Seeing that she was not to be dissuaded, Yermah 
offered no further objection. 

The bay extended down to Monterey at that time 



402 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

Monterey, the quaint old Spanish town, where 
the first American flag was unfurled on this coast. 

Hanabusa had managed to pick up six other balsas 
loaded with provisions and manned by stout rowers 
whose fealty was unquestioned. 

When this little remnant of Atlantians and Monbas 
reached the seas through Monterey Bay, they were 
the last of the Mazaleels a term of derision ap 
plied to them by conservative Azes. Mazaleel was 
simply another name for half-breed, and for ages 
after was a despised epithet. 

Steadily and in secret, before there was light 
enough to betray their movements, the conspirators 
wheeled the catapult back to the parade-grounds near 
the Observatory. Thinking that Yermah would re 
turn to the temple, they securely closed every door 
and window. 

None of the monks ever awoke from their first 
insensibility. 

Imos ordered the stable-doors to be left open and 
the north-gate ajar, so that Yermah's absence might 
be discovered by some passer-by, but he took good 
care to be at home when the news flew over 
Tlamco. 

He was the first to suggest that the Dorado's 
flight was to conceal a crime, and was properly 
shocked and horrified when the facts were made 
known. 

With a preternaturally long face and proper unc 
tion, Imos went to Setos, and offered to officiate in 
Yermah's stead. 

Setos was genuinely surprised, yet not displeased 
over the turn of affairs, and readily agreed with Imos 
that the temple should be razed and never rebuilt. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 403 

He had always opposed the White Brotherhood, and 
could see them exterminated without regret. 

******* 

It was rather an imposing procession that filed out 
of laqua at noon, and marched over the rising 
ground, lately a scene of bloodshed, to the Temple 
of the Sun, where Setos and Rahula were to receive 
the fealty of the populace. 

Each male adult in Tlamco, brought earth in a 
square jar and water in a deep disk for an oath-offer 
ing. Unclasping a pair of interlaced bracelets, the 
citizen placed his right hand flat upon one band, and, 
detaching the other, carried it to his forehead, say 
ing: 

" Name I thee to witness, I make loyal oath by 
two rings. So help me, All Powerful One." 

This formula was repeated thousands of times in 
the next three days, and then, in response to a general 
proclamation, the warriors and citizens assembled 
to give burial to the slain. These were interred in a 
large circle at the base of Mount Olympus, with their 
heads turned toward the center. 

Setos's first public work as Servitor was to erect a 
tall shaft with four fire-altars at the base, on the 
cardinal points, on which sacrifice was offered to the 
" Martyrs of the Lost Soul," as the dead in this con 
flict were subsequently termed. 

Beginning at the northern side of East Avenue, 
and circling in a radius of three thousand and ninety 
feet to the same side of West Avenue, was a set of 
pillars supporting a low crenellated wall along which 
was a sentry-path, used for public observation in the 
residence part of the city. 

This crescent gave the distance of the lost planet 



404 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

from the center of Tlamco, Mount Olympus being 
in the same radiation. It was indicated again from 
Las Papas to Lime Point, and also from Lone Moun 
tain to the artificial sugar-loaf surmounted by the 
Tower of Refuge, south of Blue Mountain, and be 
tween Las Papas and Strawberry Hill. 

The gilded domes on the Temple of the Sun were 
the five-pointed star in the center of the crescent, a 
device which anciently figured as the lost planet 1 
the present star and crescent of the Turkish Empire. 

1 A planet runs through its grand period of life from a form 
less nebula to a globe, which solidifies into a planet with or 
without satellites. It is involution as long as the planet is in 
process of formation ; but when matter begins to manifest, the 
first step in evolution is taken, which goes on from protoplasm 
to man. Then comes the blooming-time, when this flower of 
space will scatter its seeds, as did the huge planet once re 
volving between Jupiter and Mars. 

Where once was unity, light and power, we have now a con 
fused mass of asteroids moving in eccentric orbits. This was 
not merely the experience of a planet, but was a tragedy of the 
solar system; and in it the extremity of individualism finds 
exemplification. The mind of humanity is broken and divided 
in a corresponding manner. Both represent the fluid side of 
nature, and are correlated to the soul on the downward spiral. 

No one claims that the ego contacts through the animal king 
dom, but the soul of desire may. 

When the latter does so, it is lost until brought back on 
the upward spiral by aspiration and harmony, where it becomes 
one with Divinity. 



CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE 

THE MEMENTO FOR GENERATIONS BUILT BY 

SERPENT KINGS 

LL \ LCYESTA, hast thou the silver casket 
safe? " asked Ben Hu Barabe, as soon as 



A 



they were comfortably afloat. 

" Yes." 

" Give it me." 

He leaned forward eager to take it, but she held 
back, saying: 

" Dost thou remember the injunction to loosen the 
eagles in time of peril and to follow their lead? " 

" Yes. I have freed both birds. Dost thou not 
hear the cowardly gulls screeching with fright be 
cause of the eagles' presence?" 

" Then thou hadst best confide thy secret." 

" Yermah, wilt thou hear me? " 

" If it is to accuse thyself, no 1 " 

" It is to give into thy hands a message from 
Akaza, and to impart to thee the manner of its com 
ing." 

" Speak," returned Yermah, in a whisper. 

" Before the awful time of wrath, a pair of golden 
eagles trained in falconry were intrusted to me by 
our beloved high-priestess, who intended them to be 
thy companions in the chase. She gave me, also, 
a ring set with diamonds, which I carried safely until 
I met Akaza after we left our battered balsa. I 

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406 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

should never have known how, or when, the ring 
and the birds left me, had I not received this from 
the hierophant" 

He handed over a tiny, silver locket taken from the 
casket in Alcyesta's hand. 

Yermah pressed the spring and revealed a ring, 
large enough for his thumb, and having a fine silk 
tissue evenly fitting its broad band. 

" Before removing the contents of this locket, hear 
me fully," pleaded Ben Hu Barabe. " This treas 
ure was made fast in a leather pouch, which was 
securely tied to the wing, next the body, of one 
eagle. Here is the parchment slipped in beside it." 

Yermah reached out his hand, but Ben Hu Barabe 
retained it. 

" Thou canst not read without more light. Hold 
a lantern close by," he ordered. 

When the tamane obeyed, Ben Hu Barabe gave 
Yermah the writing. 

Beloved: 

The eagle shall lead thee into strange lands. Never again 
wilt thou be separated from Yermah. Withhold from him 
all knowledge of the birds until such time as thou shalt find 
him in great danger. 

Then loosen and follow thy guides. 

Akaza. 

The Dorado was so astonished that he held the 
parchment on his knee and made no further effort 
to examine the tissue message for himself. 

" Well do I remember how anxious Keroecia was 
about this ring. She went every day to superintend 
its making." 

Alcyesta's words aroused Yermah. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 407 

Unrolling the tissue, he saw a finely traced map, 
with a few lines written on the margin : 

Yermah, Beloved of the Brotherhood: 

Follow the way marked out before thee. 

When one bird hovers in the air while the other sits on 
a rock with cactus flowering at its base, halt thou and receive 
thy future task from him who was appointed to aid thee. 

Go willingly. Thou hast no further mission in Tlamco. 
Fear not. 

I have been before thee and am with thee even unto 
the end of time. Akaza. 

The eagles led them southward by sea for many 
days after leaving Monterey Bay, but on coming 
ashore they traveled inland until they reached the 
pueblos of the Colorado. 

Here they were evidently expected by the Brother 
hood, who reprovisioned and sent them forward. 

" Thou art the forerunners of an exodus which will 
strip this fair land of the white race for ages to come. 
Ice imprisons every vestige of life to the north, and 
the seeds of total destruction are already planted in 
the Llama city. Whither thou goest, we, too, will 
follow. Peace be thy portion ! " solemnly spoke the 
high-priest in adieu. 

It would not have been a very difficult journey 
down the singularly even plateau stretching beyond 
the Colorado to far Anahuac, had it not been for 
the dread scourge of waters flooding the plains and 
settling in the deep cup now known as Tezcuco Lake. 

Nature's tropic prodigality had done much to hide 
the ugly scars earned in a life and death struggle 
between the raging water courses and the still smok 
ing mountain peaks muttering curses to the clouds. 



408 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

It looked as if the earth in trembling fright had 
shaken everything down, ready for the receding 
waves to wash into the sea. 

Forty long, weary days, the little party pushed 
ahead. 

Cibolo, the gallant, was as resolute and brave as 
any man among them; but even the eagles seemed 
to lose their bearings occasionally, and then Yermah 
called aloud to Akaza : 

" Make me to know thy wishes. Humbly and 
obediently will I follow them." 

Instantly, Cibolo's ears would go forward, and 
with a start he would shy at a dim, hazy outline 
directly in front of him. First it took the form of 
Akaza; then, gradually it changed into the beatific 
countenance of Keroecia. 

In the beginning only Yermah could discern them, 
but before the journey was completed every member 
of the party saw and recognized them. 

" Thou art under Divine guidance," they said to 
Yermah, and held him in higher esteem than ever. 

On the last day, the eagles circled in the air, 
screaming uneasily, and refusing to go forward. 

" We must be near the place," the wanderers said 
to each other, in awe-stricken whispers. 

" Dost thou not see the rock and the flowering 
cactus? " 

" One eagle sits and the other circles " 

" O Thou seen and unseen powers! Search our 
hearts, that thou mayst know all our gratitude," cried 
the Dorado, falling to his knees, and prostrating 
himself on the ground, an act which was quickly 
imitated by his comrades. 

" I am Gautama," said a voice. 



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When Yermah looked up, a man old as Akaza, 
stood making the hierophant sign of blessing over 
him. 

" Rise and receive from me word from thy be 
loved teacher. 

" Fear me not. 

" These hands have guided thy puny baby foot 
steps, and now thou must lend thy strength to me. 
We have some days yet before thou art at rest." 

The survivors were near the ancient site of 
Tenochtitlan, 1 then a dreary waste of water, with 
its first city ingulfed, but to have rebirth again and 
again until the present time. 

Gautama was accompanied by two of the Brother 
hood and some tamanes, amply provided with food 
and fresh raiment, which they gave to the travelers. 

' Thou art the last admitted, and art the youngest 
initiate," said Gautama to Yermah, later. " But 
thine is a special mission. When once in Cholula, 
I shall tell thee all. Thou art anxiously awaited." 

The augmented company went into camp for the 
rest of the day but they resumed travel shortly after 
sunrise, the next morning. 

The holy city of Cholula 2 did not exist in those 
days. 

There was nothing on the plain but the splendid 
" Memento for Generations," built by the men of 
Atlantis, whose descendants were gathered into the 
hungry maw of the sea. 

This massive pile is twice the length of the Pyra 
mid of Cheops, but not nearly so high. A long cir- 

1 City of Mexico. 

2 Cholula was to the primitive Americas, what Jerusalem is 
to the Christian ; Mecca, to the Mohammedan ; Benares, to the 
Brahman. 



410 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

cular stairway led to its top, which measured an acre 
in its area, and supported a teocalli the last temple 
of the Brotherhood of the White Star which was 
built in America. 

Nothing could be more sublime and beautiful than 
the view from the top of this pyramid. Toward the 
west stretches the bold barrier of porphyritic rock 
which nature has reared around the valley of Mex 
ico, v/ith huge Popocatepetl and Iztaccihuatl stand 
ing like two colossal sentinels guarding the entrance 
to this incomparable region. 

The word pyramid means a place of fire, while 
Palai, or Pele, of the Hawaiians, is the spirit of the 
volcano center, or precipice of fire, as a pyramid 
was often called. The Arabic word Alcyone 
means the center, or cone, the spiritual apex 
around which the sun and all the sidereal galaxy 
are circling. 

The two mountains represented the masculine po 
tency and the feminine passivity of all which is 
generated in nature giving all things their proportion. 
Acting on this principle, the ancient sculptors down 
to and including Phidias, fixed the respective heights 
of man and woman as twenty and nineteen palms 
of one-third of a foot each, up to the organs of 
casualty and comparison, at the roots of the hair on 
the forehead. 

Comparison with casualty on each side is the 
psychometric eye the Cyclopean third eye, scouted 
by the would-be wise. Comparison is feminine; 
casualty is masculine. 

The union of these forms the true vision of the 
soul, which, developed to its fullest capacity, gives 
that mysterious faculty of psychic perception, com- 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 411 

parison and deduction beyond the intellectual compre 
hension of ordinary man, and marks the adept. 

It was this transcendent power which the Pyramid 
of Cholula, built to the east of these two volcanoes, 
symbolized. 

Farther in the same direction, towers Orizaba, 
correlated to the macrocosm, of which the Pyramid 
of Cholula was the microcosm. 

Orizaba equals the height of Popocatepetl, signi 
fying that the adept manifesting energy on the sub 
jective plane is equal in function to the cosmic mind. 

In this capacity the initiate is Quetzalcoatl, who, 
like Osiris, Krishna, etc., was black that is, the 
unknowable and mysterious in Deity. This is why 
Quetzalcoatl is always shown with a black face, al 
though he was called the Fair God. He belonged to 
the white race, and was the Aztec Yermah. 

The antediluvians the men who invented archi 
tecture used the human form, the pyramid, the 
pentagram, and the interlaced triangles as a basis of 
measure and form. 

The pyramid and pentagram denote the cone, or 
center, of sacred fire; the interlaced triangles were 
the balance of spirit and matter; while the obelisk 
was intended to show the purified nature of man. 

The pillar of fire of Jacob was an obelisk. So 
were Stonehenge, Ellora, the Babel towers of Central 
America, Babylon and Judea, the gigantic ruins over 
all Tartary and India, and the totem-pole of the 
Eskimo even the tombstones have the same grand 
origin. 

That the obelisk everywhere outside of Egypt be 
came a sign of the phallus does not alter its primal 
significance nor militate against it. 



412 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

The pyramid was often called the Pillar of the 
Cosmos because it is the ideal form of the principle 
of stability, and cannot be assailed by any of the 
four elements. 

Its tapering form guards it from destruction by 
earthquake; nor can it be overturned; and it is proba 
bly the only fireproof structure in the world. 

The immense base and weight render it secure from 
floods ; nor can the wind get sufficient purchase to do 
any damage. 

Even the insidious encroachments of Time itself 
are baffled and outwitted by this cunningly constructed 
pile. It is, also, a perfect instrument for estimating 
the weight of the earth ; and, it is an excellent astro 
nomical observatory. 

In its central chamber the temperature never 
varies. 

Does any one believe this is the result of chance ? 

Will any part of to-day's civilization survive the 
same flight of years? 

Posterity has no claim on us which individualism 
the god of the age respects; nor will it require 
a cataclysm to destroy any of the works of to-day on 
any plane. 

Science and invention make many discoveries, but 
our mental flights fall far short of the ancients in 
the discernment of the basic principles of philosophy. 

In religion we have lost the meaning of the simplest 
symbols, and, apparently, we do not understand 
where to place the credit for the principles and pre 
cepts we profess to believe and practice. 

Gautama led the travelers on by the west, while 
far away to the east was seen the conical head of 
Orizaba, soaring high into the clouds. 



413 



Near by was the barren, though beautifully shaped, 
Malinche Sierras, casting broad shadows over the 
plains of Tlaxcala. At their feet lay the Pyramid 
of Cholula, reposing in denuded gardens in the once 
fairest portion of the plateau of Puebla. 

" Thou seest but a remnant of former glory," said 
Gautama. " We, too, have bowed to the chastening 
rod. Only such as climbed the long flight of steps 
to the top of the pillar escaped destruction. Thou, 
too, art able to bear witness?" 

It was like probing an old wound, but Yermah 
answered bravely : 

" The lash found my tender parts, but I am learn 
ing to be content." 

" It is to assist thee in this endeavor that I am 
come. When once thou art ascended to the teocalli 
heights, thou mayst not return again until thou art 
fully prepared. Thy next labor is to quash doubtful 
inspiration. Thou art still leaning on thy earth 
loves, when thou art commanded to have but one 
ideal " 

" I stand face to face with inner consciousness, 
and hear the still small voice." 

" He hears the bells, but he does not know where 
they hang," commented the priests of the Brother 
hood, smiling at each other. 

" Seclusion in rarefied atmosphere, where the whole 
basin of the earth has been purified, will give peace 
beyond thy present capacity for understanding," re 
turned Gautama. 

" Thy will be done ! " responded Yermah. 

" Thou art a doer of penance, and must be able 
to say literally, ' Thy will be done ! ' 

The devotees were ncaring the pyramid, when they 



414 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

were met by a delegation of priests, who crowned 
them with garlands, and conducted them up the first 
flight of steps. On the truncated face of the terrace 
was the inscription: 

BEFORE THE LIGHT WAS OBSCURED 
THIS MEMENTO FOR GENERATIONS 

WAS BUILT BY SERPENT KINGS 

THEY WERE SCATTERED OVER THE EARTH 

TO CARRY TRUTH AND WISDOM 

THEY WILL COME AGAIN 
TO RECEIVE THE TREASURES 

HIDDEN IN THY BOWELS 

ALL MEN WILL SPEAK AND HEAR THE 

I AM I 

The thoughtful band was allowed to rest at this 
juncture of their pilgrimage after partaking of some 
refreshment; but they ascended to the top of the 
pile in time to see the sunset. 

Next morning, Yermah called his small aggrega 
tion of faithful adherents together, and told them 
that he had received Akaza's final commands. 

" It imposes upon me seclusion in this spot. There 
is work for me here," he said with an odd smile. 
" The temple requires a central spire, and I shall 
build and cover it with pure gold. Go thou all to 
the valley, and make thy life apart from me. I love 
thee well and need thee sadly, but even this love 
must be merged into the universal." 

" What wilt thou have me do? " asked Hanabusa. 

" Go thou and build a balsa capable of riding the 
storm and stress of an angry sea. In twenty luna 
tions more thou must be prepared to go voyaging 
with me." 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 415 

" To what task dost thou appoint me? " It was 
Ben Hu Barabe who spoke. 

" Go thou amongst thy fellows and teach them the 
arts of peace. Show them how to coax back fertility 
to the denuded soil, and build up civil power, until 
I call thee." 

"Hast thou no thought for me?" asked Ildiko. 

" The Brotherhood will guard thee until such time 
as a new Temple of Venus shall arise on this fair 
plain. Seek thou knowledge diligently, that thou 
mayst be able to teach the virgins committed to thy 
care. When thou art separated from thy beloved 
Alcyesta, thou wilt be conducted to a refuge in this 
teocalli, where other women are waiting to return to 
their homes." 

Seeing that she made a brave effort to keep back 
tears, he added gently: 

" Be not downcast. The first days of loneliness 
will find me near thee. Shouldst thou need, call, and 
I shall come straightway." 

To Alcyesta, he said, covering her hand with both 
his own, and holding it close to his breast : 

" Promise if thine unborn shall be of thy sex, thou 
wilt name her, Keroecia ? " 

" I promise," she returned, " and if it should be 
a son, wilt thou give him thy name?" 

" I shall be to thy son what Akaza was to me, but 
thou must call him Gautamozin. In after years, he 
will understand the significance of this command." l 

1 Gautamozin meaning son of Guatama was the nephew 
of Montezuma, and the spiritual leader of the Aztecs at the time 
of the conquest. He was the last hierophant of the Brotherhood 
of Quetzalcoatl, the Aztec Messiah. He defended Mexico City 
and was tortured and slain by Cortez. The statue erected in 
his honor in the Paseo de la Reforma, Mexico City, is one of 
the finest monuments on the North American continent. 



CHAPTER THIRTY 

YERMAH RETURNS TO THE MOUNTAIN PEAKS OF 
ATLANTIS 

THE remnant of the survivors obeyed the will 
of Yermah, the leader, and for one year 
he was a recluse, giving himself up to soli 
tary meditation, save when Gautama came to converse 
with him. 

In that time Yermah developed rectitude of judg 
ment, correct appreciation, breadth of view, and an 
all-roundness of perception, habitually associated 
with a well-balanced and perfectly poised mind and 
character. 

As an initiate, he had marvelous sensibility vi 
brating to, and stirred by the faintest touch, yet 
remaining steadfast in purpose, because he saw all 
things in their proper proportion and estimated them 
at their real value. 

Possessed of discrimination, Yermah perceived 
the relative permanency of all that had befallen him. 
Measuring all by the standard of the Eternal, he 
was not swept out of equilibrium by any temporary 
or illusive appearance. 

Exaggeration, over-coloring, all that savored of 
unreality or falsehood, was absolutely foreign to his 
nature. Yermah, the hierophant, was no cold abstrac 
tion, too self-absorbed to think and to feel deeply 
but he was strong in the love that gives, equally joyful 

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THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 417 

though he who received knew not the source. He 
never repaid injury or scorn. This quality showed 
itself in many ways. 

In quick and ready sympathy; in alertness to see; 
in watchfulness to note the needs of the hour ; in the 
constant, instinctive attitude of mind which spon 
taneously saw and felt every opportunity to give 
whether it were service or sympathy, silence or speech, 
presence or absence in short every attribute of 
character defining utter selflessness, rounded and 
molded the strong individuality of YERMAH, THE 

DORADO. 

When the recluse began to mingle freely with the 
Brotherhood, he was quickly made aware of all that 
was transpiring, not only in the pueblo of Cholula, 
but also among outside colonies. 

There was never a day when some pilgrim did not 
climb the zigzag stairways to see, and to receive ad 
vice from him. No attention was paid to their 
comings and goings, and it was not thought unusual 
when a stranger approached and asked for Yermah. 

" Cezardis, why hast thou left Tlamco?" asked 
Yermah, as he embraced his visitor. 

" I am come to request thee to return. Thou hast 
many devoted friends there to mourn thy absence." 

" Is not Setos master of the councilmen? " 

" Yes; and he has most grievously taxed and out 
raged the Azes." 

" I am not surprised," said Yermah, calmly. " He 
is by nature fiery and imperious, combative and blood 
thirsty. The restraining influence of Saturn held him 
in check for a time, but now it will add malefic 
tendencies." 

" Of late, he has been trying to bring about chem- 



418 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

ical affinities, investigating secret laws, and dabbling 
in the knowledge forbidden an earthy mortal. He 
overeats, and sends in haste for a shaman and priest 
while all Tlamco waits. He will allow no business 
transacted when he is sick. Fully half our time is 
spent in the temples praying for him. We have no 
choice, as he is the self-appointed guardian of our 
morals and compels attendance." 

Cezardis's words, looks and actions betrayed his 
feelings. 

" How is it with Imos? " 

" He is given unlimited power, because he allowed 
Setos to espouse Oahspe, the vestal. This power he 
uses to advance his own interests." 

" Dost thou say Setos hath another wife? I gave 
him Rahula." 

" So thou didst. But she bore him no heir; ancl 
on this pretext, Setos has two wives, instead of one; 
and, he makes it lawful for any man to do the same." 

" Poor hot-tempered Rahula ! How doth she bear 
the new affliction?" 

" She hath obliterated her own individuality until 
she is an echo whom Setos values no more than the 
mats under his feet." 

Yermah sent Cezardis away for rest and refresh 
ment before giving an answer, when he was again 
urged to return to Tlamco. 

As soon as he was alone Yermah's mind reverted 
to its normal condition, and he was entirely dispas 
sionate in his reply. 

" I cannot comply with thy wishes, Cezardis," he 
said. " Not that I dread the conflict inevitable with 
the overthrow of Setos. I have another and more 
difficult battle to fight." 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 419 

" I have made oath not to return without thee, 
and I will not. The whole country is preparing to 
follow thee south, and thou art the only one capable 
of holding them back." 

" Nothing can stay the exodus. It is the breaking 
up of old lines. A new dispensation is beginning, 
and the present order must pass forever." 

"Wilt thou let me serve thee? I would have 
come with thee in the beginning, had I known." 

Cezardis was aware that Yermah could not refuse 
to accept his offer. It was an old-time custom for 
one man to serve another, voluntarily, and the serv 
ant's was the honored position. To serve sweetly 
in any capacity was the aspiration animating this 
entire dispensation. 

The Dorado smiled as he said: 

" Thou wilt be the last to make such an offer. 
The generations following will reverse our beliefs 
and practices. Go thou to Ben Hu Barabe, and tell 
him to give Hanabusa leave to stock his balsa with 
food and raiment for five men. See to it that there 
is plenty, for thou art of the company." 

Yermah worked incessantly for several days mak 
ing a llama of silver, as an emblem of suffering 
innocence. Its belly was a golden sunburst, and it 
was seated upon the back of an eagle, rescuing a 
rabbit from the fangs of a serpent. This repre 
sented the unequal conflict between good and evil; 
but the serpent being obliged to give up its prey, 
manifested the final triumph of goodness. 

There were eight altars in the temple; and, at 
sunset on the last day of his stay, Yermah placed the 
llama on the altar facing the east. Simultaneously 
with this act, Gautama headed a procession at the 



420 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

base of the pyramid, which slowly climbed to the 
top. 

The worshipers performed a sacrifice on each of 
the four terraces, and did not reach the temple until 
midnight. 

They found Yermah in the great, dark structure, 
intently watching the constellation of the Pleiades. 
As Alcyone approached the zenith he sprang forward 
with a glad cry, and vigorously swinging a copper 
hammer, made the sparks fly from a granite rock. 

The venerable Gautama held the cotton, and care 
fully nursed the sparks into a blaze. As the light 
streamed up toward the heavens, shouts of joy and 
triumph burst forth for once more the children 
of men received a direct ray from the spiritual sun. 

Carriers with torches lighted at the blazing beacon 
ran in every direction, carrying the cheering element 
to every part of the country. Long before sunrise 
it was brightening the altars and hearthstones every 
where. 

Yermah sent up orisons from the eastern altar, 
and then took an affectionate farewell of the priests 
in attendance, but before beginning to descend he 
gazed long at the matchless scenery below. 

Soft spring verdure lay everywhere, and he drew 
courage and inspiration from the fact that the lower 
forms of creation neither sulked nor held back be 
cause the elements had been remorselessly cruel to 
them. 

Wherever there was enough soil to support plant- 
life, flowers and grasses put forth, and all nature 
was making a brave effort to swing back into har 
mony. 



Gautama walked with him, and so did an unseen 
host led by Akaza and Keroecia. 

The Dorado wore all the insignia of his office. 
He had a cloth-of-gold robe, and a pale violet mantle. 
On his head was a high cap of the same color crested 
with jewels. There were jeweled sandals on his feet, 
and he carried a caduceus of silver running through 
a circle, which was a gold serpent with its tail in its 
mouth. 

At the foot of the pyramid Yermah found Alcy- 
esta and her infant son waiting for his blessing. 
Beside her was Ildiko, in the white robes of a high- 
priestess, surrounded by the few vestals possible to 
the depleted numbers. 

Ben Hu Barabe, Hanabusa and Cezardis were 
ready to accompany him. 

Taking a handful of salt and holding the baby up 
to the sun with the left hand, Yermah spake : 

" By right of initiation, I name thee Gautamozin, 
and by the power of adeptship endow thee with 
Brotherhood inheritance. Thou shalt have a long 
line; but the last of thy name shall be as I am, a 
sacrifice to another order of being." 

As Yermah ceased speaking, he sprinkled salt over 
the child's face, and at this juncture a tamane ap 
proached leading Cibolo. With his disengaged arm 
Yermah drew the horse's head down until its nose 
touched the baby's soft cheek, and when Cibolo had 
tasted a morsel of the salt his master laid his face 
close to the horse's jaw, and said softly: 

" Thou wilt be a good and faithful friend to Gau 
tamozin, as thou hast been to me? Thine shalt be 
a name to conjure with as thy love and obedience 



YERMAH, THE DORADO 



hath been worthy of example. Farewell, my com 
rade ! Thy days shall be as the sunny hours." 

From his breast Yermah drew the locket contain 
ing Kercecia's ring. Taking Alcyesta's hand, he 
silently slipped it on her finger, while unchecked 
tears coursed down her cheeks. 

Turning to Ildiko, he handed her the locket. 
Facing them all, he said : 

"Be of good cheer! A long era of peace and 
prosperity is for thee and thine. Thou art saved 
from the floods for a divine purpose. Let this 
knowledge be thy secret refuge, lest thou be tempted 
to depart from the way." 

At the water's edge he embraced and blessed each 
one. 

" Grieve not for me. In the fullness of time I 
shall come again." 

The young men went out on flower-laden rafts 
with him, and cast gold and emeralds into the sea 
in his honor. 

The stone of promise signified renewal after the 
cataclysm, and Yermah was El Dorado, " He of 
the golden heart." 

The men on the raft strained their vision to catch 
a last glimpse of the balsa, as it was known that he 
was going away for purification, and they believed 
implicitly that he would come again. 

It was not long before the people on shore began 
the weary watch for his return, which makes Cortez's 
conquest of later days so pathetic and pitiful. 

The heart aches with the memory of the treachery 
and cruelty of the Conquistadors at Cholula, after 
its inhabitants had sent Cortez a helmet filled with 
gold nuggets, because they saw with surprise that he 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 423 

whom they mistook for their Fair God, valued this 
metal. 

The gold, itself, thrown up in the days of the earth 
agony, lay untouched for centuries, but every precept 
of the " golden one " * was cherished as priceless 
gifts over all the Americas. 

The tribes had different local versions of him, 
where they built pyramids and teocallis in his honor, 
sculptured his sayings in enduring granite, repeated 
his exploits in poetry and song, until finally his name 
and fame excited the cupidity of the European ad 
venturers who sought the Golden Fleece in crusades 
and voyages of discovery. 

The American version of the Argonauts' expedi 
tion for the golden apples, under Columbus, began 
in violence and ended in crime. 

But the search for the fabled El Dorado did not 
end here. 

Like a veritable will-o'-the-wisp, it led some into 
the fever-infested swamps of the Orinoco, in South 
America, 2 and finally induced Coronado to push 
northward into Kansas, after he had nearly perished 
in the desert sands of the Colorado. He pounced 
down upon the Zuni pueblo, and tried hard to per 
suade himself that he had found the land of Quivira, 
though he vainly tried to locate the seven cities of 
Cibolo. 

The magic words " El Dorado " attracted another 

1 All the heroes and ideal men of primitive times were sun- 
gods. Buddha was the shining one. Zoroaster (zoe, light ; aster, 
star) ; was called the glittering one. The Son of Man came 
clothed in the glory of the sun. When the padres attempted 
to teach the natives of America the story of Jesus, they ex 
claimed : " El Dorado ! " Such at least is the Spanish trans 
lation of what they called their own spiritual leader. 

2 History of the Conquest of Mexico. 



424 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

bond of gold-seekers, who have made the name and 
the country their very own. 

In their wake are the forerunners of the men and 
women who will make California 1 a great center of 
occult knowledge the alchemical gold, correspond 
ing to her mineral wealth. 

******* 

" The land ! The land ! O my beloved country ! 
How art thou humbled by misfortune ! I know not 
thy desolate bosom ! " cried Yermah, springing ashore 
upon the island of Teneriffe, the mountain peak of 
Poseidon's kingdom, his lost Atlantis. 

" I kiss thy blackened and charred face 1 Thou 
mother of the white race ! Thou source of all learn 
ing! Grant that thy dependencies may not forget 
and deny thee 1 " 

Gautama, too, had prostrated himself, while a 
stifled, smothered feeling kept him silent. For a 
time, Yermah forgot that the three bronzed men who 
stood looking at the shepherds gathered about the 
shore were not Atlantians. 

It seemed doubtful what kind of a reception they 
were to receive, until Yermah called to the natives in 
their own tongue. 

" Our Dorado ! Come to us out of the sea ! " 
they shouted almost beside themselves with joy. 

" O thou blessed one 1 Dost thou see the scourge 
laid upon us? 

" Thy father, Poseidon, and all thy countrymen, 

1 Esoteric students everywhere understand that California is 
one of the occult eyes of the world, because it still retains the 
magnetism of prehistoric times, never having been visited by the 
ice ages nor the flood, and only in recent geologic reckoning 
being partially purified by fire. Its Sanscrit name is Kali (time) 
and puma (fulfillment). 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 425 

save us, poor Guanches, are perished. Evil days 
have fallen on Majorata. Dost thou not see the 
new mountain choking and filling her wide-open 
mouth? Tell us how thou art come." 

" Thy servant brother, Hanabusa, skilled in sail- 
craft, is my deliverer." 

" The sun and stars lent countenance to our ven 
ture," said he, " save when obscured by a passing 
shadow. Then the corposant ran in balls and spirals 
from sheet to sheet, and we could not fail." 

" I am of the Monbas," said Ben Hu Barabe, 
" far to the west, and I am brother to thee in 
sorrow. The destructive power of the Divine took 
all my people." 

" And I am of the Mazamas," said Cezardis, 
coming forward. " My country lies under sheets 
of ice mountains high, and no living thing is there." 

" Misfortune is known in the land of Mexi, whence 
I come," said Gautama. " Flood and fire hidden 
in the earth made us tremble for days lest we all 
should perish." 

' The Azes, too " Hanabusa was not allowed 
to finish his sentence. 

"Thou art of our blood!" exclaimed the 
Guanches, in a breath. 

" Never again shalt thou depart from us. Thou 
wert with the Dorado? " 

" From the beginning," he answered. 



CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE 

FINAL PEACE IS MADE WITH COSMIC LAW 

THESE Guanches were splendid specimens of 
manhood, the remote forefathers of the war 
riors who, five hundred years ago, held their 
European conquerors at bay for more than a hundred 
years never more than a handful of men at any 
time. 

First the fierce and ruthless Normans, then the 
Portuguese, and lastly the Spanish, laid a destroying 
hand on the brave Guanches. Now, there is but 
little more than their goats left of the surviving At- 
lantians. These goats are of a Vandyke brown, with 
long twisted horns, venerable beards, and hair length 
ening almost to a lion's mane. 

Teneriffe was the Island of the Blessed of the Hin 
dus, the Elysian Fields of the Greeks, and the Tla- 
pallapan of the Aztecs. 

The Greeks had their Hermes; the Norsemen, 
Ymer; the Egyptians, Kema; all words correlated to, 
and having the same significance as Yermah, 1 which 
means the Divine Germ incarnate. 

As El Dorado, his love nature was typified, but 
he transmuted passion, and became a god among 
men. He was Votan to the Quiches; to the Mayas, 
he was Kukulcan; and to the Peruvians he was 

1 Yermo and Yermina are diminutives and corruptions of 
Guillermo, the Spanish for William, and are in common use 
among the natives of Mexico and the neighboring states. 

426 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 427 

Manco-capac all types of the same character, and 
emanations from the same civilizing source. 

The next morning the Guanches made a part of 
the company which gave escort to Yermah, as he 
essayed climbing the still smoking peak. After they 
had passed the line of vegetation there was naught 
to be seen save a sea of red rocks, and thirsty yellow 
pumice. 

The scorching sun and blue, unvaried sky con 
demned everything far and near to barrenness and 
desolation forever. 

Climbing higher, there was no solid rock, no soft 
earth nothing but black stones, piled one upon 
the other so loosely that under the crenellated edge 
of the sky-line were frequent glimpses of daylight. 

It was not necessary for the Guanches to explain 
that a marvelous bombardment of the heavens had 
but recently taken place. The wrenching and heav 
ing, when the crater of eruption was active, had 
cracked the cooling and hardening surface repeat 
edly, sending masses of cinders and stones rattling 
down only to be caught and piled one over another 
fathoms deep. 

The granular lava had crystals of white felspar 
mixed in it, liked chopped straw, which were formed 
into spherical shells, veined, curved and frothy. Un 
der the varying effects of pressure, the still pasty 
mass was rolling, falling and crystallizing in gro 
tesque cascades. 

In some places the trade-winds had hardened them 
into wild, dreamlike faces, while some were pictures 
of contending beasts. Yermah could hear them 
grinding and crushing in low snarls and growls as 
they rolled heavily downward. 



428 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

Many times these writhing and twisting forms 
threatened to remain forever suspended in mid 
air. 

The Dorado imagined that he recognized some of 
the effigies, and was made dizzy and seasick by their 
ceaseless progression in a community of pain. 

How inexpressibly varied were the colors, bathed 
in the brilliant light of a vertical tropical sun, un- 
dimmed by impurities of the lower atmosphere! 

The tired and thirsty party halted at the Guajara 
Springs near the spectral Lunar Rocks of the 
Canadas, standing like white teeth newly cast from 
a granite mouth opened wide enough to admit a 
tongue of lava thousands of feet higher in air. 

These grayish white spikes line the " Road of the 
Guanche Kings " where the crater of elevation sticks 
out its ragged and torn lips, eternal witnesses to one 
of nature's most stupendous debauches. 

Yermah groaned in spirit as he looked across the 
dreary waste, and he mourned unfeignedly for his 
lost people. It seemed to need this grand, harmo 
nious outburst of unseen forces to give voice to the 
wild and passionate utterances seeking vent in his 
heart. Nature speaks to each soul alone, and no 
mortal may interfere with the communion. 

In taking a tender farewell of his comrades, Yer 
mah appointed the life work of each loyal heart; 
nor had he the least doubt of their faithful obedience. 

" Go thou to Egypt, Gautama, and tell them the 
task is finished." 

" Mayst thou be eternally at one with the Divine." 

" And thou, Cezardis, journey on beyond Egypt, 
until thou art come to Lassa. Find Kadmon, and 
tell him all is well." 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 429 

"And thou, Yermah, wilt thou come with me?" 
asked Ben Hu Barabe. 

" No. Thou must teach Gautamozin in my stead. 
He will learn from the Brotherhood. Farewell, be 
loved! I shall return, but not now." 

" Thou art come to thine own, Hanabusa," he 
continued. " Stay thou here with the despoiled." 

He kissed each one on brow and cheeks, murmur 
ing affectionate words ~of encouragement and fare 
well. 

" Go now to the sea level. I am come to the end 
of my journey, and would fain be alone." 

It was difficult for him to persuade the Guanches 
to leave him. 

"Thou wilt see me again," he promised; "but 
at another time." 

The shepherds turned again and again, kissing 
their hands to him as long as he was in sight. 

Weary and exhausted, Yermah slept soundly until 
the first streak of dawn appeared in the lowest place 
on the horizon, while the long glade of zodiacal 
light shot up amongst the stars of Orion and Taurus. 

Yermah knew how to interpret this heavenly sign. 
Gradually a reddish hue appeared, and as soon as the 
lonely watcher comprehended its meaning the zodi 
acal light faded, and golden yellow gradually over 
came and drove out the red tinge, grown to ver 
milion. 

The cold region of gray at its upper limit blushed 
a rosy pink as the first point of the solar disk leaped 
from behind a horizon of ocean and clouds. 1 

The Dorado performed ablutions with marked 
care, dressed himself in fresh, white linen, and before 

1 Chas. Piazzi Smyth, at Teneriffe. 



430 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

the sun was an hour old was picking his way to the 
higher regions. 

Finally, a bright spot of fire appeared in the mal- 
pais, then a lengthening red and smoking line, widen 
ing and growing deeper as it flowed down the 
mountain side. 

Nothing but the extreme high altitude made the 
heat bearable. Occasionally a fresh tongue of fire 
shot up from the fountain head, and the whole mass 
of fluid lava and scoria felt the impulse. Alternate 
cascades of fire and dross thundered precipitately 
against the lower slopes. 

The tense and elastic vapors in their struggles for 
freedom here made one collective heave to gain the 
light of day, as the Island of Atlantis slowly settled 
down on the bed of the ocean, and the crater of erup 
tion came up like a huge lava bubble. 

During this process the cold atmosphere did effect 
ive work on the outside. 

The mass was hidebound with hardening stone; 
but the violence of the heated gases made a grievous 
rent in the wrinkled coating, thus causing the moun 
tain to shake as with the ague. 

Finally, the internal pressure being too great, the 
massive shell was shattered into a thousand pieces. 
Not once, but many times, has this battle between 
heated gases and cold air taken place in the years 
since then, as the extinct craters amply testify, before 
the pent-up, unruly spirits of the mountain finally 
escaped. 

Prior to reaching his destination, Yermah discov 
ered a lava figure resembling Keroecia, kneeling with 
her hands joined in prayer, and appearing to have a 
heavy mantle thrown over her shoulders. 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 431 

This effigy is still one of the many fantastic shapes 
pointing the way to the Ice Cavern that wondrous 
sepulcher of the Dorado. 

It was not then an ice-cold spring banked with 
snow, in the midst of desolation, but was a vent where 
three conical mouths of the volcano flared open from 
different quarters, and hardened there in a dome- 
shaped elevation. 

Lying to the south is a particularly large mass of 
scoria turned upside down, which has been used from 
time immemorial by the Guanches as a place to pack 
and make up their parcels of cavern snow before ven 
turing to carry it under a vertical sun, thirty miles to 
the capital below. 

It was nightfall when Yermah reached this spot, 
where he found the pentagram mentioned in Akaza's 
will. 

Nature had made it for him of whitish felspar on 
the western side of the scoria table. Certain that he 
had been guided aright, he sat down to await the 
appearance of Venus in the eastern horizon. 

Astronomers call it lateral refraction when a star 
oscillates and makes images in the heated atmos 
phere; but to Yermah it had a different significance. 
He first saw Venus seven degrees high, apparently 
motionless. The planet oscillated up and down, then 
horizontally, outlining a Maltese cross the pri 
mordial sign of matter. 1 

Finally, it rose perpendicularly, descended side 
ways at an angle, and returned to the spot whence 
it started, completing a triangle the universal em 
blem of spirit. 

While Yermah sat on the rock lost in reverie, the 
Humboldt at Teneriffe. 



432 YERMAH, THE DORADO 

sub-conscious man made its final peace with cosmic 
law. His entire life passed before him in successive 
events when he knew that here was the end; but with 
this realization he leaned confidently upon the 
Divine. 

Under the impulse of utter helplessness, he arose 
and kissed his hand reverently to the evening star 
a practice taught him in the nursery. 

As a child it was his first act of adoration before 
his tongue learned to fashion appropriate speech or 
his mind to comprehend veneration. In this supreme 
moment, he turned back to that time insistently. 

Finally, he knelt and lifting up his arms as if 
to embrace a heavenly ray, Yermah kissed the air as 
if it were the raiment of God. Turning his face up 
to the sky, he closed his eyes in silent prayer. 

Rising, he approached the mouth of the crater 
which faces north. He could hear the angry, hissing 
roar of the subterranean fires, and the scorching 
flames licked out at him as he fed them his belong 
ings one by one. 

But a short time previous, Yermah had passed his 
thirty-third birthday, and, as he now stood ready for 
self-immolation, he was in the prime and glory of 
vigorous manhood. 

He had the illumined face of a saint, and was up 
lifted by that spirit which sustained martyrs in the 
after years. Even his fair young body seemed to 
be spiritualized. 

" O Thou Ineffable One ! Thou Spirit of Fire ! 
Take that which is thine ! Lap thy purifying tongue 
about me, and leave no dross ! " 

The desolation about him was the veritable home 
of black despair. Of what use was it to cry out to 



THE STORY OF A LOST RACE 433 

the deadly calm of the rarefied air, amidst the crush 
ing, strangling and appalling stillness? 

Coming nearer, Yermah looked down into the 
white heat of the pink-throated cavern. 

"O Thou Sacred Fire! Thy kiss was welcome 
to her sweet lips. Feast Thou on mine I " 

With the fervor of an enthusiast he rushed for 
ward to fling himself headlong into the yawning 
chasm, but a dazzling effulgence obscured the way, 
and a voice from the land of shadows said: 

" Yermah, son of light, no further sacrifice is re 
quired of thee ! " 

It was the gentle, unseen hand of Akaza which 
halted the action * * * then a Higher Power 
suffered Yermah's lifeless body to be at rest. 

" Keroecia, beloved, receive thy twin spirit!" he 
cried, in passing. 

In the transcendent radiance of the Presence en 
veloping all, the twain appeared transfigured and 
glorified. 

Being thus reunited, Keroecia realized for the first 
time that she was out of the body. 

******* 

Yermah was neither Krishna, nor the Christ, but 
the Ideal Man of all time, and of all people. 

He was LOVE, the eternal mystery; that love 
which Madame de Stael has said confounds all notion 
of time, effaces all memory of a beginning and all 
fear of an end. 



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