'T was like a voice speaking from a forgotten past, which looked forth from sunken eyes, and became visible in snow-white hair.

A grave yawned to give me a glimpse of all which that grave contained--the hopes, the struggles, the death of a once powerful tribe.

Yet it all stands forth perfectly clear to my memory as I write--the vast black chamber lying in shadow and flame; the dark figure of the bulky Puritan outstretched upon the stones at our feet; the ghastly, corpse-like face of the savage old priest, whose eyes gleamed so fiercely, as he dreamed once again of the vanished glories of his race.
"But the woman who now rules over you ?" I questioned, waiting vainly for him to resume.

"Is she not white ?" He did not answer; apparently he did not hear.
"I ask regarding Queen Naladi--is she also of your people ?" "We are alike children of the Sun," he responded, his tone more sullen.
"She is of the Sun and was sent to rule; sent by the Sun to lead us once again unto our own." "She told you this ?" "We know it by signs, by the prophecy of our fathers; we were long looking for her coming; she was promised us by the Sun.

In the hour of deepest need, a woman fair of face with hair of reddish gold, a goddess in earthly form, was to be sent to guide us.