Now, as you said, we Englishmen will do much for gold, and I am a poor man who seeks wealth.
You demand of me that I should risk my life; now tell me of its price." The woman Soa looked at him awhile, and answered: "White Man, have you ever heard of the People of the Mist ?" "No," he said, "that is, except in London.

I mean that I know nothing of such a people.

What of them ?" "This: I, Soa, am one of that people.

I was the daughter of their head-priest, and I fled from them many many years ago, because I was doomed to be offered up as a sacrifice to the god Jal, he who is shaped like the Black One yonder," and she pointed to Otter.
"This is rather interesting," said Leonard; "go on." "White Man, that people is a great people.

They live in a region of mist, upon high lands beneath the shadow of the tops of snow mountains.
They are larger than other men in size, and very cruel, but their women are fair.