"All that I could see was a gleam of armour in the mud. I threw myself upon it, gripping at the wearer’s throat, and together we rolled down the side of the causeway into the shallow water at the edge of the lake"
|Artist:||John Reinhard Weguelin|
|Edition Name:||Montezuma's Daughter - The Graphic, vol. 48, no. 1242|
|Published Date:||16 September 1893|
|Publisher:||The Graphic Office|
|Image Source:||The Wade Burgess Collection|