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Thank you.

Jenny, that ought to do it.

Thanks, Mike.

Billy thinks you too.

Well, you're both welcome. Just tell him not to get caught in the fence again,

all right?

That's Marsh calling Romero.

Marsh calling Romero. Do you read, over?

You heard what he said, Billy.

Don't get caught in the fence again.

Mike, do you read, over?

I read you, Marsh. How's it going?

I have some vultures flocking up.

Thought I'd stay with them for an hour or so, then head for home.

Are you still in the Northwest Quadrants?

No. Then Jenny wants to talk to you.

Hi, Dr.

Torrey. Hi, honey, what's up?

Will you bring him here, please?

I want to hear stories.

Oh, please, Dr. Torrey, bring him here.

Wait a minute. Slow down a second, honey.

Bring who?

My husband told me about Usumbu, the storyteller.

Usumbu?

You mean Usumbu of Latorre Village?

Yeah. That's right, Marsh. I heard something about him over the drums.

For some reason, he left his village. Headed your way toward the flats.

Leopard flats?

Leopard flats.

Well, that's pretty dangerous country.

I'd better head over there and see if I can pick him up. I'll check with you

later. Out.

Thanks, Marsh. Out.

I've never seen a native village before, Mike.

What kind of stories do African natives tell?

Do they read out of books like you, Paul, and Dr.

Harry?

No, honey.

They tell their stories.

They pass them on from generation to generation. In fact, some of their

are hundreds of years old.

No pictures to look at. Oh, yes. Live pictures.

Live pictures?

In fact, in Usumbu's tribe, they tell their stories with puppets.

I like that.

Will Usumbu tell me stories with puppets?

If Marsh can find him. Oh, that'll be great.

Mike, what's a puppet?

You have been brought up to know one thing, and that you must do.

But why?

There are other things that I can do. I can be a warrior.

There is nothing that you can do as well as what you have been trained for.

No, I am a warrior. I will prove it.

Die, leopard.

Die at the hands of Usumo, the warrior.

If Paula catches you with her clothes on, you're really going to be in for it.

Paula gave them to me. She went to find new ones in the girl.

She gave me this, too.

You want to smell?

Mm -hmm.

Oh, that is nice.

Judy, no.

You always want to pour the whole thing in your mouth or drink it.

Just choose one drop at a time.

Like this.

to chase him off.

I gave him a sedative for the pain.

Will he be all right?

Yes, honey, he'll be all right. Just a matter now of debriding his lacerations

against infection.

Let's get him up to the clinic. Okay.

Yes, nothing makes a predator attack faster than seeing his prey run away.

I was not going to run.

Well, then I have to hand it to you.

That took a lot of nerve.

Did that hurt?

Here's a new shirt for you.

Here, you'll be as good as new in a few days.

You're staying with us, of course.

Good. Jenny's been looking forward to seeing you.

Jenny? That's my little adopted daughter. She's anxious to hear your

with the puppets.

Well, do you mind telling her your stories?

Where's my spear?

Did you leave it in the bush?

No, it's in the jeep, but you won't need it here.

Mike, is there some tribal taboo against telling outsiders the legends?

No. Most tellers of Teotihuacan are proud of their art.

They'll talk to anyone who'll listen.

Usumbu's young.

Yes, usually you think of tribal storytellers as wise old men.

Yes. Michael Silver's father, he trained his son in the ark until he grew too

old. Sort of keeping the trade in the family, huh? You might say that.

And keeping the legends and heritage alive.

Well, something's on his mind and it isn't heritage or legends.

Maybe you better make sure he doesn't leave.

All right.

when he gets his arm fixed maybe he'll tell us a story

hurt you. You should have believed me.

Will you be my friend? I like you.

What happened?

It's torn.

Don't you need to tell stories?

I do not tell stories. I tell lies.

Stories aren't lies.

No more, never.

Please tell me about all your great warriors.

No.

For a storyteller, you sure do look fierce, like a warrior.

No, I am no warrior.

I am nothing.

Oh, it looks like he's mad at the world.

Or at himself.

Bart? Hey, Mike.

I've been thinking.

You know, those vaulters don't find those thermals just by accident.

Oh, really?

Yeah.

Well, that's a sumbu spear, isn't it?

What's the matter? Something wrong?

Marsh.

What happened when you found Usumu in the bush?

Well, as you know, I was looking for him. Saw the leopard attack.

Managed to scare him off with a jeep for him before he mauled him too badly.

And you say he held his ground and did not run away?

Yeah.

Threw his spear a little awkwardly.

Another minute and... Tribal storyteller carrying a spear.

Just doesn't add up. What do you expect him to do? Fight him off with his bare

hands? No, he isn't supposed to fight any leopards at all.

He's a specialist.

trained from infancy in one art, telling the tales of the tribe, even, of

course, as the other boys are growing up to be warriors and hunters.

They protect him.

If he leaves the village, he's escorted.

Escorted? But assume he was alone. Right.

A storyteller alone with a warrior spear.

How long before he'll be well enough to leave?

Probably tomorrow.

Those lacerations shouldn't bother him too much.

Can you hold him for a few days?

Sure. What's on your mind?

He's got another problem.

One a lot more serious than lacerations.

Oh, I see.

He thinks it's unmanly to be a storyteller and wants to be a warrior.

It's called a common syndrome of adolescence.

An identity crisis.

Oh, fine.

What's the cure if there is one?

That's a good question.

The king went into the woods and looked at all the animals.

And then he came back home and ate his dinner. I don't know what he ate, but I

think it was something good.

And after dinner, he sat on the veranda and worked on all of his papers.

You see, he was a very busy king.

And the king's little girl came up and asked if he can tell her story.

And the king said, Come back later, because he was busy. And his little girl

said, You're always busy, Mr. King.

That is no way to use the puppets or to tell a story.

I know I'm not very good at stories, but I promised someone.

And you won't tell one, will you?

No, I will not.

They like my stories, don't you?

I will tell you a story.

Just one.

Marshal.

But to tell a good story, I must have something else.

Do you need me around here for a while?

No. I want to take a trip over to the Torrey village.

Sounds important.

I want to have a talk with Chief Nyandra.

What about a sumo?

What he's doing to that boy is a crime.

Why? What's Chief Nyanda doing?

What?

No.

Once, there was a great and powerful chief, and he ruled his tribe with an

hand. No one dared to oppose him.

If they did, he would beat them.

Even kill them.

He told everyone what they must be or do.

You, little goat.

You must be a dog and bark.

And you...

You are a chimp.

You do not want to be a chimp?

Then off with your head.

You scared her.

It is only a story.

I know, but Judy has such imagination.

Judy.

Don't be scared. It's just a make -believe story.

He's my friend. He won't hurt you.

Come on.

Now you give Usumbu a big kiss and be friends with him.

I know that story very well, Usumbu. You really are a fine artist.

I tell no more story.

Well, I am curious about one thing.

Just what happened to him?

He wanted to become a warrior.

But the chief said no and banished him from the village.

I see.

Uh,

Jenny... As soon as Paula gets back, I'm going to have to go to Nagora for a

couple of days.

I'll miss you.

Well, you won't miss me too much if the Sumer will do me a favor.

A favor?

Well, yes, you see, Mike will be gone for a while, too, and, well, I was

wondering if you'd mind helping Paula run the place and keep an eye on Jenny

me. Bart would do it if he were here, but he's off on safari.

I am in your debt.

Oh, thank you.

Oh.

I was wondering, too, if Mike gets back, if you'd give him a hand with the big

cats. He's transferring them to some new cages.

Now, you can't do it alone, can you?

Oh, no, but I can if Osumbu will help me.

You would trust me?

Oh, handling lions is a two -man job.

Yes, you are right.

Yes, sir.

Doctor. Can I watch?

Yes, you can, honey, but... Keep a safe distance.

Those cats can be dangerous.

Isn't that right, Usumbu?

Yes, they are.

And I will take good care of Jenny.

Let's go look at them, please.

Huh?

Progress. Well, maybe he just needs some assurance that what he's doing is

important.

Does this have something to do with your sudden trip to Nagoro?

Could be.

Well, Since I'm not going to get anything out of you, I'll go over and

Mianza. All right.

Good luck. Well, thank you, and good luck to you. Thank you.

Whatever you are up to.

Oh, Jumbo, Jumbo.

It's good to see you again. I've been hoping that you and Dr. Harry would come

out to see our progress.

We've diverted the upper stream to irrigate the bottom land, planted corn,

maize. Well, I want to hear it all, of course, but first, if you don't mind.

Ah, yes, business first.

That's one of the Western customs I found hardest to learn.

Forgive me for letting my enthusiasm run away from me.

Sit down, Mike. Have some coffee. Tell me what is on your mind.

Well, it's a sumbu.

You saw him?

We have him at Wamero. He was clawed by a leopard. Badly?

Well, he's all right physically, but... I don't understand, Yonza.

Why did you banish him from the town?

It was his own stubbornness.

He refused to take up his hereditary role in life.

I had no other choice.

No other choice?

Well, this isn't Yonza, my old college roommate, talking.

We went to school together, remember?

And I know that you know there are other ways of life than this tribal

despotism.

Yes, Mike.

I came back to take up the chief toad after my father died, full of great

to lead my people out of darkness and bring them the glorious benefits of

democracy, freedom of choice.

I even have a shortwave radio.

That's Western technology for you.

But all these ideas did not work that way.

What do you mean?

I found I could not rebuild Rome or this village in a day.

I had to slow down.

Yeah. You see, I even had to make compromises with the coffee.

Is that what you call this mud? Coffee?

Without the native herbs added, my people won't drink it.

Little by little, I'll get them accustomed to real coffee.

Oh, I was impatient at first myself.

But then something happened.

I began to realize there was deep wisdom in the old ways, too.

Our warriors learn from their fathers who were warriors before them.

The son of the medicine man learns the wisdom of his craft from his father.

The tracker learns the secrets of the movement of wild game from his father.

Osumbo's father spent years educating his son in his art.

If Osumbo refuses to take his place in the tribe, there is no other place for

him.

I never would have believed this.

Well, maybe someday it will be different.

But right now it's our system of education, Mike.

If I give in to Osumbo, others would follow and all the arts of the tribe

be lost.

Paula, come in, please.

Romero calling Mike. Come in, please.

Mike here. Come in, Paula. When did you get back?

Just now from Nagara.

Listen, Mike, Dad's gone.

Well, since I'm back... Mike, Osunga went looking for his spirit and he found

in the clinic.

Now he wants to leave.

Wants to leave?

Boy, can his mind change.

Yeah, well, Mike, he seems worried and very moody.

I know, Paula, I know.

Well, I tell you, I've been trying to keep him busy, but he insists that he's

well and ready to travel.

Now that I'm here to take care of Ginny, well... But he was going to help me

move Lyons.

Well, I've got news for you. He saw through you and Dad.

It was just a trick to try to keep him here.

Oh, brother.

Hold it a minute, Paula.

Well, you heard.

Are you going to let that boy go into the jungle alone, unprepared?

You know, as well as I do, a spear is no good against a dangerous animal.

It was his choice.

I can't take him back.

Paula, stall him. I'll get back as soon as I can.

All right, Mike.

Over and out.

Hey, that's great, Paula. How'd you do it?

Well, I just told Asimba that he had to pay for his medical treatment by telling

Jimmy another story.

No, no, no.

Not like that. Look, this shows that he is happy.

See?

When he is angry, he goes like this.

Now you try.

and how to do it. Oh, it is not easy.

My father taught me for many years.

Now, I will tell you one more story and then I have to go. The mighty warrior

Agana was hunting in the forest.

Suddenly, he was faced by a ferocious lion.

Bravely, he cast his spear. But behold, the lion caught the spear in his jaws

and crushed it into pieces.

Like, like a parrot.

Then the lion roared.

and crouched to leap on Agana to eat him up.

But Agana had learned a magic spell from the witch doctor of his tribe.

Quickly, he rubbed sticks together to make fire.

Teasing a sheaf of elephant grass, he burned it and waved it in the lion's

chanting the magic words, Ala Fana Jopono.

What happened?

Did the magic spell chase the lion away?

What nonsense.

Well, I guess that's it. Don't know how we're going to keep him here much

longer. Boy, I wish Jack were here.

Jack? Well, at least he'd be crafty enough to think of something.

Well, you know, you could always telephone him in the States and ask him

would do.

Paula, Jack is not the only crafty character we know. We do have another

Who? Me.

You?

Remember Osumu mentioned burning elephant grass?

Well, that was only a story.

That's right. But it reminded me. A couple of months ago, Marsh and I wanted

observe an elephant herd.

So Marsh concocted a batch of synthetic elephant scent.

There's a bottle in the dispensary.

Oh, go on.

Well, we used it on ourselves so we could get close.

Now, if we could fool elephant, we can certainly fool lions and leopards.

Yes, they'd give a wide berth to an elephant.

One animal no predator wants to tangle with.

Basumba will be as safe as if he had an army behind him.

You know, Mike, I think you are as crafty as Jack.

Thanks a lot.

Look, here's how we'll do it. You keep Basumba on the compound for a while.

some sandwiches for him to take with him. Okay. Meantime, I'll sprinkle him

the elephant perfume and tell him it's a good luck potion.

All right.

When Yusumbu finds your cousin in the bush, you will not miss a second time.

I want you to give this note to Paula. She'll have to take care of Usumbu.

We've got to get Sandy before he kicks the fences down.

Yeah.

Here, hold this.

Judy?

Don't need it.

That's to wear.

Don't you please stay a little longer?

I cannot.

I must find my place in the world.

I was able to doubt the sound of Zumbu.

Wasn't you?

At least he's ready for the road now.

Zumbu!

Well,

I made you some sandwiches, and you'll need a fire tonight, so here's some

matches.

You've been very kind.

I thank you.

You'll come back and see us?

If I can, little miss.

We are friends.

I knew we would be.

Please, won't you stay just a little bit longer?

I cannot.

Why don't you tell your friends some of the stories Usumbu taught you?

All right?

Okay, let's go.

Now I'm going to tell you all the stories.

Come on, Judy.

to tell stories like Usumbu.

That's nothing to worry about, is it?

You're back!

That's right, I'm back.

Oh, I'm so glad.

But, Ty, what did Usumbu mean about having to find his place in the world?

Did he say that?

Yes, he did.

Well, you see, honey, Usumbu is learning to be a man.

And a man has to find his job.

Well, like, you know, Bart takes people out on photographic safaris and, uh,

Hedley sees that people obey the law.

And when animals and people are sick, you make them well.

That's right.

Isimbu loves telling stories, but he hates it.

Well, I don't think he hates it so much. It's just that he hasn't learned that

it's important.

You go on back and continue your story. You're doing very well, you know. I am?

Yes, you are.

I want to go see Paula and Mike.

So, go ahead.

early. Yeah, I had a bit of luck.

How'd it go with Nyan?

Well, he refused to take Osumu back, except on his own terms.

Oh, boy, I never heard of anything so cruel.

And, of course, Osumu refused to return to the storyteller. Well, maybe he'll

change his mind when he hears what I have to tell him.

Um, where is he?

He's left.

Didn't Jenny tell you?

No.

Didn't you try to stop him?

He was determined, Marsh. We couldn't very well hold him. You mean you let him

go out into the bush alone? You saw what happened to him before.

Well, just what are you two grinning about? You think this is funny?

Marsh, remember that synthetic elephant scent you cooked up a couple of months

ago? Yes, what about it? Well, we doused his tongue with it. Sort of a good luck

potion. Now, if a leopard gets a whiff of it, we'll hightail it right out of

country.

Sounds like an idea that Jack might have thought up. Aha, that's the accolade.

You know something?

This might work at that. Well, of course it will. No leopard will come within a

mile of him.

No, folks.

about Asungu at the University of Nagoro why the head of anthropology wants him

to record all the old tales on tape to preserve the tribal culture. So that was

the reason for your mysterious trip to Nagoro.

I didn't mean to be mysterious, really. I just didn't want to get Asungu's hopes

up in case nothing came of it.

Well, enough of Asungu.

How are the experimental animals doing?

Well, it's about time for another treatment.

Well, take a look.

Well, we're going to look at the experimental animals.

Can I go?

Can I? Sure you can. I'm sure.

Where have you been?

I missed you.

I wanted you to play with me.

That's odd.

That's elephant scent.

And it's on you.

I thought you said you put it on Asumbu. Well, that's right. Well,

I thought you did.

Well, I sent a note. Sandy got loose and I... Well, I didn't get a note.

Judy.

Well, obviously, each of you counted on the other doing the job and it didn't

get done.

And now Asumbu's out in the bush unprotected.

Well, he's in no real danger as long as he doesn't go to Leopard Flats. What

makes you think he won't go there? Because he's not that foolish.

Well, Asumbu's not going to get hurt again, is he? I hope not.

Jenny, did Usumbu say where he was going by any chance?

No, but he was sharpening his spear and he was looking at his leopard.

And he said, Usumbu will not miss a second time.

Well, take care of Jenny. Radio Nyanzan, tell him what's happened. Come on,

Mike.

Village. While Merrill calling LaTorre Village.

Come in, Nyanza, come in.

Any sign of him?

No, not on this side.

We better split up so we can cover more area.

Look, why don't you head down by the river and I'll circle around and meet

Okay, I'll call if I see anything.

I suppose you want to come and help too, huh?

Okay, it's not a bad idea, I guess. Come on.

Scramble up that tree and see if you can spot him

See

him

Any sign of him? Not yet.

Now, great beast, we shall see whether I am a storyteller or a

warrior.

Stay here.

Watch, Doctor.

Watch a storyteller become a warrior.

Don't throw that spear.

If you miss, he'll kill you. And I can't help you. My rifle's jammed.

Then I will kill him for both of us.

Wait a minute.

Here.

Here's some matches.

Burn the elephant grass.

I have matches.

But burned the elephant grass?

Yes, and for Pete's sake, hurry.

Hurry, Usumu.

That old story.

That lie.

It's not a lie, Usumu. Believe it. Trust it.

He's too far away.

Don't!

If you attack, he'll charge.

Marsh is there. He'll tranquilize him.

Why doesn't he shoot?

Light the fire! Hurry!

Wow Wow Wow

Wow Wow Wow

Wow Wow Wow

Wow Wow

Well, Usumbu, it looks as if those old stories aren't lies after all, huh?

It was a brave thing you did, Usumbu.

What happened? Why didn't you tranquilize the leopard?

Oh, my rifle jammed.

It's true to say this by using some of his tribal wisdom.

Here, get a smell.

Well, I'll be... That's right, elephant smell.

You see, when this grass is burned, it gives off a distinctive odor of

elephants.

That's why the leopard backed off.

So you see, there is truth to your legends.

May I borrow this from him, please?

No,

it's strange. He'd never jammed before.

Well, uh... Jammed, huh?

Now who's the crafty one?

Well done, Osumbo.

You are right.

I am no warrior.

Now you are much more.

When I tell you what Dr. Harry has arranged, I think you will be proud to

village storyteller.

You have been gone too long.

Come.

Say, Mike, since you're the clever one, maybe you can help Judy out of this

predicament. I'm afraid not, Marsh.

As long as she insists on smelling like an elephant, this is one problem she'll

have to solve herself.