Curious, very.

But mebby some magnetizm still hangs about them hoary old walls that has
the power to draw their founders from their new home, wherever it is
now.

Mebby them old Yucatanners come down in a shadder sloop and lay off over
aginst them ruins, and enjoy themselves first-rate.

Here too is the city of the Cliff Dwellers--the most wonderful city I
ever see or ever expect to see. There towers up a mountain made to look
exactly like Battle Mountain, where these ruins are found--the homes and
abidin' place of a race so much older than the Mexican and Peru old ones
that they seem like folks of last week--almost like babies.

The hull of these buildin's which is called Cliff Palace is over two
hundred feet long, and the rooms look pretty much all alike. They wuz
round rooms mostly, with a hole in the floor for a fireplace, and stun
seats a-runnin' clear round the room, and I'd a gin a dollar bill if I
could a seen a-settin' in them seats the ones that used to set there--if
I could seen 'em sot down there in Jackson Park, and its marvels, and I
could have hearn 'em tell what Old World wonders they had seen, and what
they had felt and suffered--the beliefs of that old time; the laws that
governed 'em, or that didn't govern 'em; their friends and their
enemies; the strange animals that lurked round 'em; the wonderful
flowers and vegetation--in short, if I could a sot down and neighbored
with 'em, I would a gin, I believe my soul, as much as a dollar and
thirty-five cents.