The hair, although worn long and flowing down the back, was decidedly wavy, and not coarse; the color was a ruddy brown.

The eyes of these Indians were bold, cruel, crafty, yet in many instances the coloring was so light as to be startling; the average stature was greater than that of those other Indians that I knew.

In short, they impressed me as being all that was claimed, a distinct race, with characteristics more nearly allied to the Ethiopian and the Mongolian than to the surrounding red races.

As I figured this out somewhat slowly, De Noyan busted himself with the meal, and, thus engrossed, apparently forgot the topic of our conversation.
"And did this Queen Naladi claim to belong to this old race ?" I questioned, thinking thus to test his observation.
"Why not ?" he asked in return, suspending operations, and glancing up at me in surprise.

"She referred to herself as the 'Daughter of the Sun,' once saying that her ancestors ruled over this people for a thousand years." "She told you that ?" "At least so the black interpreted her words.