“Dad, look: oxen...,” said Maria, nine years old, when her father raised the carbide lamp to illuminate the roof of the cave. Marcelino Sanz, an amateur archaeologist from Cantabria, had taken him that day to visit a cave in the border of Vispieres, whose existence had been told by a hunter earlier. The man had taken a quick look at him on one occasion, but had left the detail for that day of 1879 thus fulfilling the promise he had made to his d…
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“Dad, look: oxen...,” said Maria, nine years old, when her father raised the carbide lamp to illuminate the roof of the cave. Marcelino Sanz, an amateur archaeologist from Cantabria, had taken him that day to visit a cave in the border of Vispieres, whose existence had been told by a hunter earlier. The man had taken a quick look at him on one occasion, but had left the detail for that day of 1879 thus fulfilling the promise he had made to his d…