Chapter 4

I reached the crumbled wall and climbed 'round. There I found Tonnison standing within a small excavation that he had made among the _débris_: he was brushing the dirt from something that looked like a book, much crumpled and dilapidated; and opening his mouth, every second or two, to bellow my name. As soon as he saw that I had come, he handed his prize to me, telling me to put it into my satchel so as to protect it from the damp, while he continued his explorations. This I did, first, however, running the pages t…