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The Last American by John Ames Mitchell
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We see ahead of us the ruins of a great dome, also a very high shaft.
Probably they belong to the city we seek.



4th July


A date we shall not forget!

Little did I realize this morning when we left the Zlotuhb in such
hilarious mood what dire events awaited us. I landed about noon,
accompanied by Nofuhl, Lev-el-Hedyd, Bhoz-ja-khaz, Ad-el-pate,
Kuzundam the first mate, Tik'l-palyt the cook, Fattan-laiz-eh, and
two sailors. Our march had scarce begun when a startling discovery
caused great commotion in our minds. We had halted at Nofuhl's
request, to decipher the inscription upon a stone, when Lev-el-Hedyd,
who had started on, stopped short with a sudden exclamation. We
hastened to him, and there, in the soft earth, was the imprint of
human feet!

I cannot describe our surprise. We decided to follow the footprints,
and soon found they were leading us toward the great dome more
directly than we could have gone ourselves. Our excitement was beyond
words. Those of us who had weapons carried them in readiness. The path
was little used, but clearly marked. It wound about among fallen
fragments and crumbling statues, and took us along a wide avenue
between buildings of vast size and solidity, far superior to any we
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