The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 6 Page 62

“And did you do so?”

“Yes, Loskiel. I said to her: ‘Little sad rosy-throated pigeon of the woods, the vale Yndaia lies by a hidden river in the West. Some call it Catharines-town.’“

I shook my head, perplexed, and understanding nothing.

“Yndaia? Did you say Yndaia, Mayaro?”

Then, as he looked me steadily in the eye, my gaze became uneasy, shifted, fell by an accident upon the blood-red bear reared on his hind legs, pictured upon his breast. And through and through me passed a shock, like the dull thrill of some forgotten thing clutched suddenly by memory — yet clutched in vain.

Vain was the struggle, too, for the faint gleam passed