The shackles of debt cast one side, the men of Peru turned to work, guided by the rulers chosen from civil life who had been placed in power. They no longer depended upon the labor of a few to maintain the majority in indolence.
They tunnelled and dug in the Sierra region and brought to light a wealth of copper; they sank wells in the north and were rewarded with flowing oil; they constructed irrigation canals in Piura Province, and developed a cotton which, because of its lustre and resemblance to wool, is creating a furore in the New York and Liverpool markets.
Gold, guano, nitrate, are the tombstones of old Peru; agriculture and mining are the watchwords of the new.
The dawn of a brighter day for Incaland is glinting over the Andean chain.
CHAPTER PAGE I. IN THE ANDES 11 II. THE MONTAÑA OF PERU 32 III. A SNAKE AND A PUMA 44 IV. IN THE COILS OF A BOA 54 V. HUARI, AND THE STORY OF THE BEAUTIFUL COUNTESS 66 VI. A DISCOVERY AND AN ALARM 85 VII. THE CANNIBALS OF PERU 99 VIII. THE FORT ON THE MARAÑON 113 IX. ATTACKED BY CANNIBALS 125 X. NEAR TO DEATH’S DOOR 137 XI. BEYOND THE WHITE ROCK 142 XII. HARVEY AS A SENTRY 157 XIII. BELLA CACERAS RECOGNIZES A VOICE 170 XIV. BLOCKADE OF CALLAO HARBOR 186 XV. DARNING THE NEEDLE 200 XVI. JOHN LONGMORE’S REVENGE 207 XVII. JOHN LONGMORE’S REVENGE (CONTINUED) 219 XVIII. JOHN LONGMORE’S REVENGE (CONCLUDED) 236 XIX. A STRANGE DISAPPEARANCE 248 XX. A CHASE INTO THE PAMPAS COUNTRY 261 XXI. OLD GLORY IN THE BAY 282 XXII. DARK DAYS IN INCALAND 292 XXIII. AN APPEAL TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA 296
“He ran forward, closely followed by the others”
“Ran ... to the side of his friend, whom he seized by the collar” 61
“Angry copper-colored faces showed at the opening” 135
“This engine of death drifted slowly into the mist” 216
“Two black streaks, bearing fluffy burdens of white, were moving 280 swiftly down the moonlit road”
Harvey held some of the white substance in both hands, examined it curiously, then let it filter through his benumbed fingers.
“What! Have you never seen snow before?” asked the former.
“Of course not. Didn’t I tell you that I visited the States only once, when I was little more than a baby, and remained but a month or two? I’ve never been in these regions any more than have you. I can remember rainfall, but snow! this is the first I have seen,” and he stooped over again, scooping up a fresh handful of the white, fluffy flakes that had covered the ground to the depth of an inch.