It was red in color and hard as flint, harder than the rocks it glued together.

The tomb was half-round in shape, and its floor was a projecting shelf of cliff rock.

Wallace unearthed bits of pottery, bone and finely braided rope, all of which, to our great disappointment, crumbled to dust in our fingers.

In the case of the rope, Wallace assured us, this was a sign of remarkable antiquity.
In the next mile we traversed, we found dozens of these old cells, all demolished except a few feet of the walls, all despoiled of their one-time possessions.

Wallace thought these depredations were due to Indians of our own time.