patriarch from the mystic village. He came on foot, with an escort of younger men, to bring greetings and assurance of goodwill upon the anniversary of the founding of their sacred retreat in California.

The patriarch was met by an official committee at the Ferry Building and escorted to the City Hall. As soon as greetings had been exchanged, the visitors returned to their retreat.

Various merchants in the vicinity of Shasta report that these white-robed men occasionally come to their stores. Their purchases are of a peculiar nature. They have bought enormous quantities of sulphur as well as a great deal of salt. They buy lard in bulk quantities, for which they bring their own containers, peculiar transparent bladders. The gay materials and novelties of our modern civilization do not attract these simple people at all.

Their purchases are always paid for with gold nuggets, since of course they have no money, and the gold always far exceeds the value of the merchandise. The Lemurians are friendly in their contacts, though taciturn—searching through the shops until they find what they want, since they cannot speak our language—and they are certainly generous.

To say that they must have a rich gold mine on Mt. Shasta is a foregone conclusion. Perhaps this—gold—is another reason why we are not made welcome in the Lemurian territory.

They have frequently donated their large gold nuggets to charity. During the World War, they came forward with generous gifts to the American Red Cross, and more recently they sent a bag of gold to the fund for sufferers of the Japanese earthquake.