CHAPTER XXXI.

IN WHICH YOU READ OF THE GLORIOUS CAVERNS OF WHITE MARBLE FRONTING

ON THE WONDERFUL RIVER.—IN THE TROPICS OF THE UNDER WORLD.—HOW

WE CAME UPON A SOLITARY WANDERER ON THE BANKS OF THE RIVER.—MY

CONVERSATION WITH HIM, AND MY JOY AT FINDING MYSELF IN THE LAND

OF THE RATTLEBRAINS, OR HAPPY FORGETTERS.—BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF

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