It sent a sympathetic thrill through our frames.
Turning his steps inland, Media signed us to follow.
Soon we came to a rude sort of inclosure, fenced in by an imposing wall.

Here a halt was sounded, and in great haste the natives proceeded to throw down a portion of the stones.

This accomplished, we were signed to enter the fortress thus carried by storm.

Upon an artificial mound, opposite the breach, stood a small structure of bamboo, open in front.

Within, was a long pedestal, like a settee, supporting three images, also of wood, and about the size of men; bearing, likewise, a remote resemblance to that species of animated nature.