Wednesday 27 March 2013

The Inca's Treasure House 1/5 magazine story



The Inca's Treasure House
Part 1 of 5
By A. Hyatt Verrill
Illustrated by Heman Fay, Jr.
From The Open Road for Boys, Vol. XIII October, 1931 No. 10. Digitized by Doug Frizzle, March 2013.

CHAPTER I - LOST!
THEY were lost! For some time both boys had felt sure of it, and could no longer conceal their helplessness, or their realization of the dangers they faced. They gazed at each other wide-eyed, without speaking, for each dreaded to voice his fears.
It seemed days since they had crawled from under the overturned car, unhurt, to find the Cholo chauffeur crumpled lifeless under the steering wheel; yet Pancho's watch told them it had been only eight hours since they had been laughing and chatting in the car as it bumped across the desert toward La Raya mining camp where the boys had planned to pass their vacation with Bob Stillwell's father, the manager.
For months they had looked forward to the trip, ever since Bob had received a letter from his father telling of the wonders of Peru and suggesting that he bring a friend with him. Of course Bob had chosen Pancho McLean, his most intimate chum, who, having lived for several years in Mexico, spoke Spanish fluently.
Bob's father had sent word that he could not meet the boys as he had planned, but one of the officials of the La Raya Company had greeted them aboard ship at Callao, and had seen them safely started on their way to the mines in one of the company's cars.
The accident happened suddenly, unexpectedly. One instant they were speeding across seemingly trackless desert, the next instant the car had skidded, crashed into one of the countless outcrops of jagged rock that dotted the waste, and overturned.
Shaken and terrified, Bob and Pancho cut through the wrecked top. With trembling hands they tried to drag the chauffeur free, but after one horrified glance at the fellow's battered face and crushed head they hastily retreated.
“Let's take food and the water bottles and get going," said Bob. "That poor chap is beyond help, and there's no use staying here."
"How about the guns?" asked Pancho, as they prepared to burrow beneath the car in search of food and the thermos bottles.
"What's the use," said Bob. "There's nothing to shoot in this desert, and we'll have to get someone to bring in the rest of the stuff. We can get the guns then. I'm not going to lug a gun across this desert. It'll be bad enough hiking as it is."
"I don't know," muttered Pancho. "I'll feel safer with my rifle."
"All right, take it if you want to," said Bob, "but mine stays right here."
It was not a pleasant job, salvaging the precious water bottles, the lunches provided for their journey, and the few other necessities while the dead man lay so close beside them; and it was a still more unpleasant duty to cover the body with the cushions and ripped top in order to protect it from the black vultures which already were gathering. At last it was done and the boys breathed sighs of relief.
"Now which way do we go?" asked Pancho, glancing at the glaring desert and distant mountains.
"Follow the road, of course," replied Bob.
"Yes, if there were a road to follow, but I don't see any."
The boys gazed about in bewilderment. Beyond the spot where the car had skidded, there was no sign of road, nothing to distinguish one part of the rock-strewn waste from another.
"I never noticed we weren't following a road," muttered Bob. "There was one back a ways. I wonder how far."
Suddenly Pancho laughed. "We are boobs!" he exclaimed. "Even if there's no road, we can follow the wheel marks back the way we came."
"Yes and walk fifty miles before we get anywhere," said Bob. "We passed the last village a little after eight and it's now eleven.'"
"The Cholo said we'd be at a place called Palitos in time for lunch," Pancho declared. "So it can't be more than twenty-five miles away, but it might as well be a hundred if we don't know the road. I wonder how long we'd have to wait here before someone comes along?"
"We'd die of thirst," declared Bob. "This isn't the regular route to La Raya, you know. They generally go down to the coast and take a steamer at Lobos. Dad had us come this way because there won't be a ship for ten days. What's twenty-five miles? All we've got to do is to head for the hills, if Palitos is there."
"Fine!" Pancho exclaimed sarcastically. "There are thousands of hills. Count 'em."
"Well, the car was heading northeast so we can hike that way," declared Bob "Come on, feller, move your feet."

THE walking was not hard, and though the sun beat down mercilessly and the desert quivered with heat, the boys trudged doggedly on. But they had not learned that mirages in the Peruvian deserts can play tricks, that the hill they had selected as a guide to their objective did not exist—at least in that spot—but was really ten miles further than it appeared.
Tired and hot they threw themselves down to rest at the foot of a billowy sand dune. They ate greedily, and washed the dry food down their parched throats with copious draughts from the thermos bottles.
"I guess we must be pretty near there," remarked Bob when, refreshed and with appetite satisfied, he rose and looked about. "I hate to think of climbing over these dunes."
"No reason why we should," said Pancho. "The car couldn't have done it so there must be a way around them."
They soon found that there were a dozen ways around—or rather between the sand hills. Moreover, they were criss-crossed with innumerable narrow trails.
"That looks like an old river bed to me," observed Pancho, as they pushed wearily onward. "I don't see how a car could ever get up here."
"Oh those Fords can go anywhere," grunted Bob. "Anyhow, this is a sort of pass and the trail still leads up it, so there must be someone in here."
Presently the trail swung around a jutting shoulder of the mountains, leaving the stony area behind, and zig-zagged up the steep slope.
The boys halted undecided. Should they follow the wash or keep to the trail? Finally, deciding that the trail was probably a short cut, and that from a height they could obtain a view of their surroundings, they turned up the narrow pathway.
Up and up they climbed, until at last they came to a wide stretch of hard rocky puna, or upland desert.
"It doesn't look as if anyone ever lived here!" cried Bob. "Whew! I hope we don't have to go all the way back."
"I don't know," said Pancho, who was studying the surroundings carefully. "It looks as if there were a valley over between the hills to the left, and there's some green among the rocks. That means water and most likely the village is in the valley. Let's go on and see."
"There's green all right," declared Bob, a few minutes later. "Perhaps you're right, Gee whittaker! I'd like to lie down and rest!"
"There's a house!" Pancho shouted suddenly.
Elated at thought of finding a village, they rushed forward. Clinging to the hillside was green vegetation, and, at the edge of the stunted growth, a hut; but the boys' faces fell as they reached it. The rude shelter of sticks and dry wild cane was empty; it had been deserted for months, as even their inexperienced eyes told them. And the vegetation consisted of only a scanty growth of wild cane, of giant prickly-pears and scraggly, dwarfed algorobo trees that clustered about a tiny fissure in the rocks where a trickle of moisture showed.
Worst of all, there was no valley—only a dark, yawning canyon surrounded by forbidding cliffs.

UTTERLY spent, Bob and Pancho flung their tired bodies to the ground in the shadow of the abandoned hut. The sun was already dipping toward the west and the mountains cast long purple shadows across the rocky puna. Their tramp had been for nothing and night was fast approaching. Still the two did not realize the predicament they were in. They were confident that had they kept on up the pass, instead of striding off on the trail, they would by now have been in the village they sought.
"My feet are two big blisters," Bob groaned. "But, if we've got to go we might as well be on our way," he sighed resignedly. "I'd be too stiff to move if I stayed here much longer."
For several minutes they tramped with heavy feet across the puna, then came to an abrupt halt. The trail led up, not down, the hillside. Silently the two boys, now inwardly fearing the worst, turned in the opposite direction only to find that the trail described a wide loop and again led up hill. "How are we going to get out of here?" Bob looked around helplessly. "Why didn't we notice some landmark?"
"Because we felt too cocksure there were people here," replied Pancho.
Suddenly he laughed. "There are your people!" he exclaimed. "They're goats, and these paths are only goat trails!"
Pancho dropped to one knee and cocked his rifle. "Going to have fresh meat for dinner," he declared. The goats had approached within easy gun shot. A half-grown kid dropped in its tracks and the others scampered off.
There was plenty of fuel in the little thicket, a fire was soon blazing, and a hearty meal of broiled kid worked wonders in restoring the boys' spirits. To be sure, the sip of water they permitted themselves seemed only to increase their thirst, but they were too tired and sleepy to worry over it much. Stretching themselves on the warm sand, they were soon sleeping soundly.

CHAPTER II - INTO THE ANDES
SUNLIGHT streaming on their faces awakened them. "I've been thinking," observed Pancho, as they ate breakfast, "that the best plan is to climb one of these hills before it gets too hot. Then perhaps we can spot a valley where there's water or a village or something."
"All right," assented Bob, "but I hate to think of climbing up there and then being no better off."
"We can't be any worse off," Pancho reminded him. "We've either got to find a village or a stream or we'll be up against it, Bob. There's no use kidding ourselves. As it is we're lost and we haven't a decent drink of water left."
It was a terrible climb up the steep slope. Loose rocks rolled beneath their feet, the razor-edged outcrops cut their hands and shoes, and their thirst became an almost unbearable torture. At last they reached the summit and gazed about. Far below them was the little hidden desert surrounded by its rim of rocky ridges. Beyond the western hills lay the hazy expanse of the big desert, a shimmering sea of sand.
Their eyes swung hopefully, expectantly around the horizon, and they shouted triumphantly. Almost at their feet a deep valley lay between the hills, and in the bottom of the cleft was rich green vegetation and a sparkle of running water!
Promptly they drained the last of the precious fluid in their thermos bottles. No need to save those few drops now. Then, stopping only long enough to pick out a descent that seemed passable, they hurried downward towards the valley.
How they managed to reach the bottom without breaking their necks neither boy ever knew. They got there somehow, and threw themselves down beside the little stream.
"I never knew water could taste so good," exclaimed Bob, when at last he raised his dripping face. "I'm going to stay right here till we're rescued."
"I'm not,” declared Pancho. "But just the same that water's the best thing I ever tasted."
Refreshed, and having bathed their dust-covered bodies and blistered feet in the cool water, they discussed their next move.
"I'll bet there are people not far away," declared Bob. "This is the only place we could see from the hill that had water."
"We'd better keep on up this valley," declared Pancho. "I'm for sticking to the water as long as we can. We won't die of thirst, and there should be game in these thickets."
As they walked up the valley, Pancho held his rifle ready. He had begun to fear that they would either have to go hungry or depend upon small birds for their lunch, when he saw something moving among the rocks and called his companion's attention to it.
"Looks like a rabbit to me," said Bob.
"Or a woodchuck," added Pancho. "Anyway, it may be good to eat, whatever it is."
The creature was now standing erect on its haunches watching the boys in the ravine below. It was an easy shot, and at the report of the rifle the beast tumbled and slid down the hillside.
"Maybe it's a chinchilla," suggested Pancho, as they examined their kill. "They live in Peru and their fur is valuable. We'd better save the skin, Bob."
"Do you suppose it's good to eat?" asked Bob.
"Guess it depends on how hungry we are," replied Pancho. "We'd better wait a while; it's not lunch time yet."

AS THEY continued up the valley they shot two more of the viscachas, as the gopher-like animals are called in Peru, and at Bob's suggestion that it would be easier to carry them in their stomachs than in their hands, they found a shady spot, built a fire and proceeded to broil their game. With their appetites whetted by their tramp, the tender white meat tasted most delicious even without salt or seasoning.
They were just finishing when, with a whirring of wings a large, brownish bird sprang from the ground almost at their feet and dropped into a tangle of vines across the little valley.
"Partridge!" exclaimed Pancho.
"Well, he'll be good for dinner," declared Bob. "Let's see if we can get him."
Cautiously the boys crept forward, but the vines and weeds were so thick that they couldn't detect the mountain partridge, or perdis. Not until they were within a few feet of it did it take flight with a roar that startled them. With only a rifle and a limited supply of ammunition their only hope was to get a fair shot at it when it alighted, but the bird, whose plumage blended perfectly with the sand and rocks, appeared to vanish as it dropped to the hillside.
Oblivious of all else, the boys crept, crawled and stalked the elusive perdiz, until at last Pancho brought it down with a lucky shot.
"Here 'tis!" cried Bob, dashing forward and holding it up in triumph. "Now we'll have a good dinner."
"And here's the end of the valley," exclaimed Pancho. "And not a sign of a house or a human being."
It was true. The valley narrowed into a mere rift in the mountains with almost perpendicular walls.
"How are we going to get out of here?" queried Bob.
For some time they examined the rocks, searching for a way up, but in vain. Then Bob discovered some ancient, crumbling masonry, and the two examined it with intense interest.
"It looks like a regular flight of steps leading out of here," declared Bob.
"No—I don't think so," said Pancho. "It curves the wrong way. Say! I know what it is—look, you can see it sticking to the rocks up there—it's part of an old bridge or viaduct that has fallen to pieces. There must have been a road up there, crossing this ravine."
"Maybe it's the old Inca road that Mr. Griswold told about!" cried Bob. "If so, we can follow it to some place. And I'll bet we can climb up here."
Carefully, for a slip meant a nasty fall and possibly broken bones, the two began clambering up the steep side of the little canyon, aided by the bits of masonry still adhering to the cliff. It was a hard climb, but at last it was accomplished and they stood safely on the summit above the canyon. Then, for the first time, they remembered about water and food.
"Whew!" ejaculated Bob. "We forgot to get water and the bottles are empty!"
"We are a couple of boobs," declared Pancho. "Well, we've simply got to climb down again."
"We might explore around a bit before trying to go down," said Bob hopefully. "Say, look here! We're on a road!"

CHAPTER III - THE OLD INCA ROAD
UNQUESTIONABLY, a shelf of rock on the mountain side had been cut by hand. It was too even and level for a natural formation, and the remains of a stone pavement were visible amid the rocks and sand that had slid down the mountain through long centuries.
"It's a road all right," agreed Pancho. "Maybe the old Inca road. See, there's more of it across the canyon. It must have crossed over by a bridge once. I wonder where it leads."
"That's what we'll find out," said Bob positively. "We'll just hike along till we get somewhere."
Luck this time was with them. A few hundred yards beyond the ravine a stream trickled down the mountain, and the two drank all they could hold and filled the bottles. Then they walked steadily on, gradually ascending, until by the time they began to think of preparing to pass another night in the open they were thousands of feet above the desert where their car had been wrecked. On every side was a wilderness of peaks, ridges and purple canyons. In the distance, snow clad peaks gleamed against the sky.
"We're on top of the world!" cried Bob as they gazed about.
The boys decided to spend the night where they were, and as they searched for dry agave stalks and twigs for fuel they discovered the half ruined walls of a stone building.
"Someone lived here once," declared Pancho. "Let's clean it out and camp inside; it's a lot better than staying out in the open."
Very soon a fire was blazing in the ruins, and the perdiz was broiling over a bed of coals. Outside, the chill mountain wind whistled, but the boys were comfortable and warm. They laughed and chatted as they picked the bones of the big partridge, apparently as light-hearted and free from worry as if they had been on a week-end camping trip instead of lost among the Andes.
The fact that they had come upon the old road, that they were enjoying the shelter of what had once been a building, convinced both that they would soon reach a settlement. That the road had not been in use since the mail-clad soldiers of Pizarro traversed it more than four centuries before, that the stone walls that sheltered them from the biting wind were the remains of an Incan tambo or rest-house and had not been occupied since the days of Atahualpa, never occurred to them. Unaware of these facts, never dreaming that every mile they traveled along the ancient highway was taking them farther from La Raya, Palitos and all other outposts of civilization, the boys slept soundly, to awaken shivering in the chill morning air and with ravenous appetites.
"I wish we'd saved some of that bird for breakfast!" lamented Bob, as he crouched over the smouldering ashes of the fire.
"You're always wishing," Pancho reminded him. "I could wish a lot better than that. I could wish we had a heaping dish of hot buckwheat cakes and maple syrup and fried sausages or—"
"Oh, shut up!" cried Bob. "I wish we had some of that coca that the Indians chew to keep from being hungry."
"No use wishing for anything," said Pancho philosophically. "Come on, let's be on our way. Maybe we'll find something to shoot, even if it's only a buzzard!"

HALF an hour after leaving the ruined tambo they came in sight of a gravelly slope, and instantly dodged back. Less than a hundred yards distant they had seen several animals grazing.
"Deer!" whispered Pancho, cocking his rifle and cautiously wriggling forward.
As his shot rang out he sprang to his feet. "Got him!" he cried. "Golly, Bob! Look at those fellows go!"
"Whee! I've never seen anything step on it so fast!" exclaimed Bob, as the frightened creatures vanished in the distance.
"Well, we got one and now we can have breakfast," Pancho reminded him.
"It's not a deer," Bob said as they approached the dead animal.
"Looks more like llama," said Pancho.
"I know what it is! We saw one in the zoo at Lima. It's a vicuna!"
"Guess you're right. Anyhow, I suppose he's edible so let's find a place where we can build a fire and eat."
"We can't cook him whole," Bob observed. "We've got to skin him and dress him and wait till he's cold, you know."
"Seems to me it would be a lot easier and quicker to cut off his legs and leave the rest," declared Pancho. "We couldn't carry the whole thing along with us anyway."
Even to cut off the vicuna's hind quarters with only their pocket knives was no easy job, and the boys were tired, bloody and heartily sick of their amateur butchering before it was finally accomplished. Each carrying a haunch of the vicuna, they left the carcass to the buzzards and made their way to a little stream where they washed the blood from their hands and the meat. Soon two steaks were sizzling over a fire. Blackened, smoky, half-cooked as it was, the meat tasted delicious. As they were eating, they made a surprising discovery. They had built their fire against a big grayish-green object that Bob had thought was a moss-covered rock. Now as he gnawed at a slice of the meat and glanced at the dying fire, his jaws stopped working and he stared incredulously. The supposed rock was burning!
"Look! Look there!" he cried, seizing his companion's arm. "That rock's on fire!"
Pancho exclaimed in amazement. He picked up a heavy stone and threw it at the glowing mass. A shower of sparks flew up, there was a dull thud, and a piece of the burning object broke off.
"It's not a stone," he declared. "It's some sort of wood. Say, Bob, we're in luck! I've seen lots like it and now we know they'll burn, we won't have any more trouble over fuel."
"Say, that's a lucky break," declared Bob. "Let's build a big fire and roast this meat now. Then it won't spoil and we can eat it any time."
At once the boys began to gather a great pile of the strange woody masses, which were really yaretta plants, the customary fuel of the denizens of the higher Andes. Then, after roasting the vicuna, they started along the road. Back and forth around the mountain sides, along narrow ridges, zigzagging up the precipitous slopes, winding along the edges of mile-deep canyons, the ancient road led, until the boys were hopelessly confused.
Seemingly near at hand, an immense snowcapped peak thrust its dazzling summit far above the surrounding mountains.
"I'll bet we're not far from La Raya," declared Bob. "Dad said the camp was on a mountain within sight of a glacier, and that's the only mountain with a glacier we've seen. My guess is that the mine's right on the other side of it, so all we have to do is to walk half-way around it."
"Sounds easy," Pancho replied, "but there may be canyons and all sorts of obstacles in the way. Anyhow, it's miles to that mountain, and a lot more miles around it. "
"You don't seem very worried over it," commented Bob, "and somehow I can't get terribly scared myself. But I am troubled about Dad. He must be worrying, and wondering what's happened."
"We were fools to have left the car," said Pancho. "If we'd only stayed there they'd have found us. It's too late now. Come on, the sooner we get started the sooner we'll get somewhere."

PRESENTLY, they realized that they were no longer climbing upward. Glancing back, Bob saw that they had already descended several hundred feet.
"We're going down hill!" he cried, "Probably this old road leads into some valley where there are people."
"We're going down, all right," agreed Pancho, "but likely as not we'll be climbing again in ten minutes. The fellows that built this road just went wherever they felt like it. You're right, though, Bob! There's a valley down there and green stuff!"
Far below them opened a deep valley richly green.
Feeling sure they were nearing inhabited country, the boys hurried forward. Sliding and slipping, barking knees and shins, yelping with pain as they bumped into clumps of cacti, they at last reached the bottom of the slope in a cloud of dust and a small avalanche of dislodged gravel and stones.
"Well here we are, but where are we?" remarked Pancho.
"How should I know?" grinned Bob. "There are trees down farther, and water. Let's have a bath and wash some of this mountain off of us."
Refreshed by their bath in the cold water, they started down the valley.
"There's one thing sure," announced Pancho presently. "If we can follow this stream it's bound to lead to a river, and as people nearly always live near rivers we're certain to find someone in time. And if there's any game anywhere it will be where there are water and trees.
"The vicuna wasn't," Bob reminded him.
"No, but we might hunt for a month and not see any more of them," declared Pancho. "I'll—Gosh, Bob! What was that!"
They halted in their tracks, listening intently. From somewhere ahead sounded a piercing scream followed by snarling growls, groans and the crashing of brush!
(To be continued)
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Monday 25 March 2013

Magazines etc. with Verrill

Published Stories and Articles by Hyatt Verrill              
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The Living Death 1922 Aug 1 Action Stories Magazine ss    
The Honest Buccaneer 1951 Jan 1 Adventure pm Honest Buccaneer VOS
Chips from the Whaleships’ Logs 1951 May 1 Adventure ar Chips Wr
Short Autobiography 1951 May 1 Adventure letter Auto VOS
Through the Crater's Rim 1926 Dec 1 Amazing Stories Magazine nv Through S1
Beyond the Pole  1926 Oct Nov 2 Amazing Stories Magazine na Beyond S2
Plague of the Living Dead, The 1927 Apr 1 Amazing Stories Magazine nv Yes S2
Ultra-Elixer of Youth, The 1927 Aug 1 Amazing Stories Magazine nv Ultra-elixir-of-youth S2
Man who could Vanish, The 1927 Jan 1 Amazing Stories Magazine nv Vanish S2
Voice from the Inner World, A 1927 Jul 1 Amazing Stories Magazine nv Inner World S2
Astounding Discoveries of Doctor Mentiroso, The    1927 Nov 1 Amazing Stories Magazine nv Astounding Discoveries S1
Psychological Solution, The 1928 Jan 1 Amazing Stories Magazine nv Psychological Solution S2
Vampires of the Desert 1929 Dec 1 Amazing Stories Magazine nv Vampires of the Desrt S3
Into the Green Prism  1929 Mar Apr 2 Amazing Stories Magazine n Into-green-prism S1
Death From the Skies 1929 Oct 1 Amazing Stories Magazine na Death S3
Feathered Detective, The 1930 Apr 1 Amazing Stories Magazine nv Feathered Detective S4
Beyond the Green Prism  1930 Jan Feb 2 Amazing Stories Magazine na Beyond S1
Visit to Suari, A 1930 Jul 1 Amazing Stories Magazine nv Visit to Sauri S4
Non-Gravitational Vortex, The    1930 Jun 1 Amazing Stories Magazine na Non-Gravitational S4
Exterminator, The 1931 Feb 1 Amazing Stories Magazine ss The Exterminator S4
Treasure of the Golden God, The 1933 Jan Feb 2 Amazing Stories Magazine n Treasure-of-golden-god S4
Death Drum      1933 May 1 Amazing Stories Magazine na Death Drum S4
Through the Andes 1934 Sep Oct Nov 3 Amazing Stories Magazine n Through the Andes S5
Inner World, The 1935 Jun Jul Aug 3 Amazing Stories Magazine na The Inner World S5
Bridge of Light 1929 Fall 1 Amazing Stories Quarterly na BoL BoL+
King of the Monkey Men 1928 Spr 1 Amazing Stories Quarterly Vol 1 No 2 na King of the Monkey Men S2
World of the Giant Ants, The 1928 Fall 1 Amazing Stories Quarterly Vol 1 No 4 n World of the Giant Ants S3
Dirigibles of Death 1930 Win 1 Amazing Stories Quarterly Vol 3 No 1 nv Dirigibles of Death S1
Monsters of the Ray 1930 Sum 1 Amazing Stories Quarterly Vol 3 No 3 na Images not inserted S4
When the Moon Ran Wild 1931 Win 1 Amazing Stories Quarterly Vol 4 No 1 nv When the Moon Ran Wide S5
Notes on the Autochrome Process 1902 Jul 1 American Amateur Photographer ar Notes on Autochrome  
Verrill Criticsm 1928   1 American Anthropologist nf Verrill Criticsm 1928  
The Story of Chocolate 1908 Dec 1 American Boy ar    
Popular Science Department 1909 Jul 1 American Boy cl cvr jpg  
The Most Historical Spot in America 1910 Feb 1 American Boy ar The Most Historical Spot in America  
A Boys Museum 1910 May n American Boy cl Boy's Museum, Part 4 Pt 1
Useful Hints for Outdoor Boys Pt 3 How to Find Dirction and Distance 1911 Mar 1 American Boy cl    
UHOB 4 How to Make and Use Bows and Arrows 1911 Apr 1 American Boy cl How to Make and Use Bows and Arrows  
UHOB5, First Aid to the Injured, PSD Nature Puzzles and Their Answers 1911 May 2 American Boy cl as PDF  
Comets, Meteors and Shooting Stars 1912 Jan 1 American Boy ar Comets, Meteors and Shooting Wr
Squirrels and their Kin 1913 May 1 American Boy ar    
The Care of Pet Rabbits 1913 Jul 1 American Boy ar    
??? 1913 Oct 1 American Boy ar    
Mastering the Motorcar 1916 Apr 1 American Boy nf Mastering the Motorcar Wr
Learning to Drive the Motor Car 1916 May 1 American Boy nf Drive Motorcar  
Bimshaw, the Pirate  1918   6 American Boy 1918 - 1919 sl Verrill Images\BimshawInitialSerial.jpg VOS
Various  1908-1916   n American Boy, the 1916, serial??? sl?    
Avifauna Additions Bermuda 1901 July 1 American Journal of Science nf Avifauna of Bermuda  
Descriptions...Goliath Beetles… 1906 Apr 1 American Journal of Science nf Goliath Beetles  
Notes on Solenodon paradoxus 1907 Jun 1 American Journal of Science nf Notes on Solenodon paradoxus  
Hercules Beetle from Dominica… 1907 Oct 1 American Journal of Science nf Hercules Beetle from Dominica  
He Cured a Savage's Stomach-ache and Became a Cannibal Chief 1931 Apr 1 The American Magazine about He Cured  
Mummy Mining in Peru 1930 Apr 1 Art and Archaeology nf Mummy Mining in Peru  
Science Fiction in 3-D (column w contents abt AHV) 1955 Mar 1 Astounding Science Fiction nf An Obituary for A. Hyatt Verrill  
Death Dealers of the Guiana Jungles 1923 Mar 2 The Atlanta Constitution nf Death Dealers  
About Verrill on the Birds of Dominica 1894 Jul 1 The Auk nf About Verrill Birds Dominica  
Boorabbees and buccaneers 1928 Nov 1 Blackwood's Magazine, 1928, no. 1357 nf    
His Vain Search for Adventure 1930 24-Aug 1 Boston Globe Sunday nf His Vain Search for Adventure  
One Shell Builds a Raft to Live Upon 1936 Nov 1 Boston Globe Daily nf One Shell Builds a Raft to Live Upon  
Ants Have Beauty Doctors 1937 11-Apr 1 Boston Globe Daily nf Ants Have Beauty Doctors  
Trees are Universal Providers 1940 Jan 1 British World Digest ar digital cover  
Fish That Walk and Fly 1931 Jan 1 Child Life magazine - January 1931 art    
Peru's President a Benevolent Dictator 1929 Nov 1 Christian Science Monitor nf Peru's President  
Animals, of which there are numbers on sand and rock 1937 30-Jun 1 Christian Science Monitor nf Animals Seashore  
The Ship of Death 1932 Win 1 Complete Underworld Novelettes ss    
Hidden Gold 1933 Sum   Complete Underworld Novelettes ss    
Mining for Inca Mummies 1967   1 Conquistadors Without Swords art mining_for_mummies  
Danger on the Half-shell 1945 Oct 1 CORONET Oct 1945 ar Danger on the Half-shell Wr
The Adobe House 1927 Oct 1 Country Life nf Adobe House  
Insect Fishermen 1899 Nov 1 Current Literature nf Insect Fishermen  
The People Who "Eat Alone" 1916 Dec 1 The Daily Chronicle (Georgetown) nf The People Who Eat Alone  
Peter, a Pet Woodchuck 1928   1 Dinty the Porcupine and Other Stories nf peter-pet-woodchuck  
The Wild West Show of Buffalo Bill 1953 Mar 1 Double Action Western cl Wild West Show  
Know Your Indians:Weapons, Moccasins, Headresses 1953 Nov 1 Double Action Western cl indians-weapons Wr
Know Your Indians: The Cheyennes 1953 Sep 1 Double Action Western cl Cheyennes.html Wr
Know Your Indians:Religions, Beliefs, Ceremonials 1954 Mar 1 Double Action Western cl Indians-Religions Wr
Know Your Indians: The Sioux 1953 Jul 1 Double Action Western July 1953 cl The Sioux Wr
Know Your Indians 1954     Double Action Western 1953 1954 cl    
Dutton/Verrill/Paget Correspondence 1916 1920 4 Dutton Archival Sources letters PDFs  
content may exist for this single missing issue, buy to complete collection. 1914 Dec   Everyland      
How the Fog Came 1915 Mar   Everyland ss How the Fog Came  
Why the Crow is Black and the Loon Speckled 1915 Jun   Everyland ss Why the Crow is Black and the Loon Speckled  
How the Reindeer Lost their Tails 1915 Sep   Everyland ss How the Reindeer Lost their Tails  
The Bird That Shaves (ENC) 1915 Dec 1 Everyland nf The Bird That Shaves  
A Whaler's Christmas and Another 1915 Dec 1 Everyland nf A Whaler's Christmas  
Beche, the Carib Boy 1916 Jan 1 Everyland nf Beche, the Carib Boy  
The Diving Boys of the Caribbees 1916 Feb 1 Everyland nf Diving Boys of the Caribbees  
Beche, the Carib Boy Part 2 1916 Mar 1 Everyland nf Beche's Fishing  
Fish that Walk and Fly 1916 Mar 1 Everyland nf Fish that Walk and Fly  
Three Funny Birds 1916 Apr 1 Everyland nf Three Funny Birds  
Insect Ogres 1916 May 1 Everyland nf Insect Ogres  
The Gull That Ate The Whale  1916 Jun 1 Everyland ss The Gull That Ate The Whale  
My Funny Pets 1916 Jul 1 Everyland nf My Funny Pets  
Insects That Build Submarines 1916 Aug 1 Everyland nf Insects that Build Submarines  
Beche and the Stranger 1916 Sep 1 Everyland nf Beche and the Stranger  
Some Very Strange Plants 1916 Sep 1 Everyland nf Beche + Strange Plants  
How Fish Sleep 1916 Oct 1 Everyland nf How Fish Sleep  
Some Ants And Their Ways 1916 Nov 1 Everyland nf Some Ants and their Ways  
Some Funny Cobwebs 1916 Dec 1 Everyland nf Some Funny Cobwebs  
The Story of Chocolate 1917 Jan 1 Everyland nf The Story of Chocolate  
The Story of Rubber 1917 Feb 1 Everyland nf The Story of Rubber  
The Food made from Poison 1917 Mar 1 Everyland nf The Food made from Poison  
Toto the Toucan 1917 May 1 Everyland nf Toto the Toucan  
The Carib Story of the Flood 1917 Aug 1 Everyland nf Carib Story of the Flood  
The Story of Sugar 1918 Oct 1 Everyland nf The Story of Sugar  
Lola's and Valerie's Pets 1918 Nov 1 Everyland nf Lola's and Valerie's Pets  
The Story of the first Carib 1919 April 1 Everyland nf The Story of the First Carib  
Our Erroneous Ideas Of The Indian 1953 Apr 1 Famous Western cl Erroneous BoL+
What We Owe the Indian 1953 June 1 Famous Western ar    
Mummy of Ret-Seh, The 1939 May 1 Fantastic Adventures May 1939 ss Mummy of Ret-Seh VOS
Coconuts and Cannibals 1931 Dec   Far East Adventure Stories ss    
The Communism of the Incas 1932 Oct 1 Forthnightly Review ar Communism of the Incas  
The Art of Photographing Birds 1901 Sep 1 Frank Leslie's Popular Monthly ar The Art of Photographing Birds  
The Cicada 1902 Feb 1 Frank Leslie's Popular Monthly ar Cicada Wr
Wings and Feathers (Four Stories) 1940     Frontiers Old And New  magazine 1940 nf Wings and Feathers  
My boat trip through the Guiana wilderness  1917 Jan 1 Harpers Monthly, Jan. 1917 nf My Boat Trip Through Guiana Wr
Proud Merchant Ships of Connecticut 1935 03-Nov 1 Hartford Courant nf Proud Merchant Ships  
Connecticut Men Who Sailed 1936 05-Jan 1 Hartford Courant nf Connecticut Men Who Sailed  
Kenaima 1922 Nov 1 Hutchinson's Adventure ss Kenaima  
In the Seas of the Dead Man's Chest 1923   1 Illustrated London News ar Review In the Wake of Buccaneers  
Mystery of the Vanished Past in Panama 1927 13-Oct 1 Illustrated London News nf    
Treasures of Antiquity from South America 1930 15-Feb 1 Illustrated London News nf    
Inestimable Stones, Unvalued Jewels 1930   1 Illustrated London News ar Inestimable Stones, Unvalued Jewels  
Darien Ethnology 1924 Oct 1 Indian Notes nf 1924  
Sabanero-Guaymi Trip 1925 July 1 Indian Notes nf Sabanero-Guaymi  
Indians of Surinam 1925 Oct 1 Indian Notes nf Indian Notes 1925  
Excavations in Cocle Province, Panama 1927 Jan 1 Indian Notes nf Indian Notes 1927  
Various  1952     Indian Time nf    
Illustrations of the Larvae of five Dominican Springidae 1907 Nov 1 Journal New York Entomological Society nf Illustrations of Larvae  
Legend of the Crossbill, The 1899   1 Little Folks Illustrated Annual (book) nf Legend of the Crossbill  
Jaunt Through Central Chile 1925 Feb 7 Volume 324 1 Living Age nf series is on eBay nov 2009. I have requested a scan…  
White War Chief 1954   1 Maine Historical Society manuscript nv White War Chief PDF  
Hunting the White Indians 1924 Jul 1 McClure's Magazine nf Hunting-white-Indians  
Indian Tribes of Panama 1954   1 NMAI Archives manuscript nf    
Report on Indians and Bush Negroes of Suriname     1 NMAI Archives manuscript nf    
Was Not an Elopement 1892 25-Jan 1 New Haven Register about Was Not an Elopement  
The Oldest City in the World 1932 31-Jul 1 NY Herald Tribune nf Oldest City World  
More Information about the Djukas (Indians) 1927 11-Sep 1 NY Times letter More Information about Djukas  
Finds Dark Indians in Isolated Tribe 1928 06-Mar 1 NY Times ar Finds Dark Indians  
Panama and Nicaragua not the only routes for canal 1928 08-Apr 1 NY Times letter Panama and Nicaragua  
Bearding the Bearded Indian in his Den 1928 22-Apr 1 NY Times nf Bearding the Bearded  
NY Times Solenodon Letter to Ed 1936 04-Jan 1 NY Times nf NY Times Solenodon  
A. Hyatt Verrill Dies in Chiefland 1954 16-Nov 1 NY Times about AHV Dies  
Pepe's Bull Fight 1923 Dec 1 Open Road for Boys ss    
Incas' Treasure House 1931   5? Open Road for Boys Vol XIV # 3 (Mar 1932)  Oct,Nov1931,Jan,Feb,Mar,1932 n Incas Wr
Hunting the Sacred Bird of the Aztecs 1908 June 1 Outing nf Hunting Quetzal  
Day's Sport in Costa Rica, A 1896 Dec 1 Outing, December, 1896, Vol. XXIX, No. 3, p. 264-266. (pdf)   PDF w Graphics  
Musk-Ox Hunting Among the Iwilics 1901 May 1 Outing, May, 1901, Vol. XXXVIII, No. 2, p. 158-163, 122. (pdf) nf PDF by others   
Some Lands of Opportunity 1917 Jan 1 Pan-Am Magazine nf Some Lands of Opportunity  
Verrill’s Autochromatic Process 1902 May 1 The Photographic Times - Bulletin ar Verrill’s Autochromatic Process  
Photographing the Human Voice by Radio 1923 Apr 1 The Photographic Journal of America ar Photographing the Human Voice  
With Bare Hands 1935 Jul 1 Pirate Stories ss With Bare Hands  
Vegetable Life of the Tropics 1898 Aug 2 Popular Science Magazine ar Vegetable Life of the Tropics  
Strange Birds and their Habits 1898 Dec 1 Popular Science Magazine ar Strange Birds and their Habits  
The Katydid and Its Relatives 1898 Dec 1 Popular Science Magazine nf The Katydid and Its Relatives  
Around the Arc Light 1899 Feb 1 Popular Science Magazine ar Around the Arc Light  
Cobs and Cobwebs 1899 Jun 1 Popular Science Magazine ar Cobs and Cobwebs  
Our North-Eastern Turtles 1899 Jul 1 Popular Science Magazine ar Our North-Eastern Turtles  
Eastern Frogs and Toads 1899 Oct 1 Popular Science Magazine nf Eastern Frogs and Toads  
Remarkable Habits of Ants 1900 Jul 1 Popular Science Magazine nf Remarkable Habits of Ants  
Queer Fish 1900 Nov 1 Popular Science Magazine nf Queer Fish  
Corals 1901 Mar 1 Popular Science Magazine ar Corals  
Naked Molluscs of the Sea 1901 Aug 1 Popular Science Magazine nf Naked Molluscs  
Devil Fishes and their Kin 1901 Nov 1 Popular Science Magazine nf Devil Fishes  
The Birth of a Cicada 1901 Dec 1 Popular Science Magazine nf Birth of a Cicada  
Notes on a Well-Known Songster 1902 Nov 1 Popular Science News ar Notes on a Well-Known Songster  
A Socialist Pirate 1927   1 Plain Talk Vol 1 Num 1 ar A Socialist Pirate Wr
Notes on the Birds of San Domingo 1909 Jun 1 Proceedings of the Academy of Natural Sciences of Philadelphia nf Notes on Birds of San Domingo  
The Real West 1954 Feb   Real Western Stories Feb 1954 cl    
Suwannee Treasure Hunt 1945 02-Jun 1 Saturday Evening Post nf Suwannee Treasure Hunt  
Heads You Lose 1950 04-Nov 1 Saturday Evening Post nf Heads You Lose  
Mansions of Mud 1929 Dec 1 Science and Invention ar Mansions Mud  
Side-lights on Perfumes 1941 Apr 1 Science Digest ar    
Surprising Facts about the Savages 1946 Jan 1 Science Digest ar    
Monsters of Modern Times 1948 Feb 1 Science Digest ar    
Built of mud 1930 Aug 1 Scientific American ar Built of Mud  
Americas first International highway 1930 Jul 1 Scientific American ar    
Who are the mysterious bearded Indians? 1928 Jun Jul 2 Scientific American 1928 Jun Jul nf w photos Who are***in 2 parts  
The Mecca of Ancient America 1931 Mar 1 Scientific American nf Mecca of Ancient America  
Motoring Through Porto Rico 1916 Feb 1 Scribner's Magazine ar Motoring  
And a Little Child Shall Lead Them 1923 Apr 1 Sea Stories ss Little Child VOS
I’ll Learn ’Em  1923 Sep 1 Sea Stories ss I'll Learn 'em VOS
Fightin’ Bill’s Greatest Battle 1924 Aug   Sea Stories ss Fightin VOS
Phantom Radio, The 1924 Jun   Sea Stories ss Phantom Radio VOS
Red Peter 1927   5 Sea Stories Feb Mar Apr May Jun 1927 nv All 5 on Web RP+
Mutiny of the “Athol”, The 1924 05/Jan 1 Sea Stories Magazine v 7 #5, January 5 ss mutiny-of-athol VOS
Chip’s Ghost  1924 20/Jan 1 Sea Stories Magazine v 7 #6 Jan 20 1924 ss Chips Ghost VOS
Yo! Ho! And a Bottle of Rum  1926 Dec 1 Sea Stories Magazine v13 #4, Dec 1926 ss Yo Ho Rum VOS
Jury Rig  1923 Jul 1 Sea Stories Magazine v5 #5 Jul 5 1923 ss Jury Rig VOS
Out of the Fog  1923 Oct 1 Sea Stories Magazine v6 #6 Oct 20, 1923 nv Out of the Fog VOS
Hand of Fate, The 1923 Dec 1 Sea Stories Magazine v7 #3, Dec 5 1923 nvt Hand of Fate RP+
First Shall Be Last, The 1925 Mar   Sea Stories Mar 1925 ss First Shall VOS
Bless the Mules 1928 Mar   Sea Stories Mar 1928 ss Bless the Mules RP+
Full and By 1927 Oct   Sea Stories Oct 1927 pm Full and By VOS
Pearls Beyond Price 1927 Nov 1 Secret Service Stories f    
The Syndicate of  Terror 1928 Jan 1 Secret Service Stories f    
Trailing the Gun Runners  1928 Aug Sep 2 Secret Service Stories sl TrailingGunRunners 2  
Little Lord Fauntleroy and the Proffessor 2010 May 1 Southwoods about Little Lord  
Revisions to Mollusca of Atlantic 1898   1 Smithsonian Institute drawings Mollusca  
Quichua Song and Verse 1952   1 Smoke Signals nf Quichua Song and Verse  
Some Common Bees 1897 Aug 1 St. Nicholas Magazine nf Yes pdf? Wr
Brownies of the Insect World 1897 Jul 1 St. Nicholas Magazine nf yes, PDF on website  
City in a Volcano, A 1897 Jun 1 St. Nicholas Magazine nf YeswGraphics  
Hunting with a Camera 1900   1 St. Nicholas Magazine nf Hunting with Camera Wr
A Tree That Grows While You Wait 1915 Oct 1 St. Nicholas Magazine nf Tree That Grows  
Flying Head, The 1939 Jun 1 Strange Stories ss FlyingHead VOS
Ghostly Vengeance, The 1939 Oct 1 Strange Stories ss The Ghostly Vengeance  
Ancient American Mysteries in Gold 1932 21-Aug 1 The Sun (Baltimore) nf Ancient American Mysteries  
Where the Wife is Boss, Admttedly 1932 28-Aug 1 The Sun (Baltimore) nf Where the Wife  
The Lost Treasures of the Incas 1932 20-Nov 1 The Sun (Baltimore) nf Lost Treasures of the Incas  
Fishing for Gold on the Ocean's Floor 1933 01-Jan 1 The Sun (Baltimore) nf Fishing for Gold  
Prehistoric Miss Americas 1933 22-Jan 1 The Sun (Baltimore) nf Prehistoric Miss Americas  
Seeking a Sunken Galleon's Gold 1933 30-Jul 1 The Sun (Baltimore) nf Seeking a Galleon's Gold  
England's Buried Treasures 1933 26-Nov 1 The Sun (Baltimore) nf England's Buried Treasures  
The Inner World * 1939 Spr 1 Tales of Wonder   Inner World yes
Toning Velox and Bromide Papers During Development 1901 May 1 The Camera nf    
The Tribal Relationship of the Akawoias 1917 June 1 Timehri nf Relationship of the Akawoias  
Glimpses of the Guiana Wilderness 1918   1 Timehri nf Glimpses BoL+
Prehistoric Mounds and Relics of…B.G 1918   1 Timehri nf Prehistoric Mounds BoL+
Remarkable Mound Discovered in B.G. 1918   1 Timehri nf Remarkable Mound BoL+
Where East Meets West 1916 Feb 1 Travel magazine nf Where East Meets West  
Into Unexplored Panama 1922 Oct 1 Travel magazine nf Into Unexplored Panama  
From the City of the Kings to the Temple of the Sun 1925 Jan 1 Travel magazine nf From City of Kings  
Social Contrasts in Peru's Capital 1925 Mar 1 Travel magazine nf Social Contrasts  
Little Brothers of the Chilenos 1925 Apr 1 Travel magazine nf Little Brothers  
The Strange Ways of the Chileans 1925 May 1 Travel magazine nf Strange Ways  
Coasting Down the long Fringe of Chile 1925 Jun 1 Travel magazine nf Coasting Chile  
Those Who Worshipped the Sun 1925 July 1 Travel magazine nf Those Who  
Rubbing Elbows with the Friendly Chilean 1925 Aug 1 Travel magazine nf Rubbing  
Under the Shadow of Ariquepa's Holy Mountain 1925 Sep 1 Travel magazine nf Under the Shadow  
My Lifetime of Adventure 1937 Apr 1 Montana Great Falls Tribune Newspaper comic/ad MyLifetimeOfAdventure  
Notes on the Fauna of the island of Dominica 1892   1 Trans. Conn. Acad., VIII pp.315-359 nf Notes Fauna Dominica  
Fifty-Two Degrees South 1928 Aug 2 Tropical Adventures magazine sl    
Caverns of Bermuda, The 1908 Apr 1 Tropical and Sub Tropical America nf Caverns-of-Bermuda  
America's tropical trees: The Palms 1908 May 1 Tropical and sub tropical America nf Palms  
The Master of the Bush  1933   1 True Tales of Pluck and Peril nf Master of the Bush  
The Phantom Wireless 1922 22-Jun 1 The Washington Post ss The Phantom Wireless yes
Origin of the Lowly Vegetable 1929 15-Sep 1 The Washington Post nf Origin of the Lowly Vegetable  
Looking for Adventure 1930 06-Jul 1 The Washington Post nf Looking for Adventure  
Mining for Mummies 1930 13-Jul 1 The Washington Post nf Mining for Mummies  
In Unknown British Guiana 1918 Sep,Oct,Nov 5 Wide World Magazine nf In Unknown Br Guiana3  
Among the Wild Tribes of the Darien 1919 Mar 1 Wide World Magazine nf Among Tribes Darien  
Seeking the Copper Mountain 1923 May 1 Wide World Magazine nf Seeking Copper Mountain BoL+
Among the Amazons 1926 June 1 Wide World Magazine nf Among the Amazons  
Pioneering Sage of the Suwannee 1943 Sept 1 Wide World Magazine art Pioneering Sage of the Suwannee  
The Lost Mine - Tisingal, in Panama 1952 Jun 2 Wide World Magazine June July nf The Lost Mine -Part1  
Verrill's Process for Producing Photographs in Colour 1902 01-Apr 1 Wilson's Photographic Magazine art Verrill Colour Photography  
Oswald   1939 Jun 1 World Horizons Magazine Jun 1939 nf Oswald Wr
Pompeii of Ancient America 1927 Jan 1 The World's Work nf Pompeii  
Fish, Mind Your Helm 1934 Feb 1 Yaching magazine Feb 1934 nf    
??? ??? ??? ? The Youth's Companion
The Sole Survivor 1924 09-Oct 1 The Youth's Companion ss The Sole Survivor  
??? 1928 1 The Underworld magazine
Red Legs, The Pirate 1919 1 unknown ss

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