From where they
stood--directly east from the ancient grove--they could see for the
first time that the trees stood in a wide double semi-circle, and,
directly in the center, perhaps fifteen feet in height, arose a
column of masonry. It was snow white in color and glistened like
glass.
There was no question about it.
The fabled Temple of Turquoise, its deep blue glaze lost in the
whitening sun of three centuries, stood before them. Almost
overcome with the emotion of success the two boys stood as if
transfixed. Then cautiously, as if afraid the wonderful pile might
dissolve itself into a dream, they moved forward.
In this protected corner of the mesa where the winds of ages had
gradually deposited a thin sandy soil, the hand of man had planted
two almost complete circles of trees. Therein, and generally
agreeing with the record of the long dead Vasquez, were the plain
outlines of a stone structure. At places, where the walls crossed,
and at some of the corners, the masonry yet rose to the height of a
man. And again, it fell into long irregular piles of jumbled
blocks.
Pages:
199
200
201
202
203
204
205
206
207
208
209
210
211
212
213
214
215
216
217
218
219
220
221
222
223