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Friends,

I shall now take you with us

on an expedition into the wilds of Africa

and endeavor to impart

something of the thrill and wonder

with which we beheld the marvels unfold.

Opening on a cheery note,

we first see the passengers on the steamer for Mombasa

whiling away the time.

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It was the last day aboard ship,

and we saw with a sense of awe

the red sun of Africa sinking to rest.

Next morning at Mombasa,

the doorway to the land of strange places,

people, and things.

Africa.

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We strolled through the streets of the town,

noting the primitive methods,

the mode of transportation,

the quaint mixture of natives and aliens.

A Hindu conjurer,

performing commonplace tricks that assumed here

a mysterious flavor.

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The wise boy.

He knows how it's done.

An experiment with eggs.

We found the beggar's tricks diverting.

At least they helped to pass the time away.

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Two shy little members of the audience.

The old cup-and-ball trick, but with eggs.

Also, chickens.

Watch him tear them apart and make two out of one.

Rather clever, we thought.

Wearying of the performance,

we wandered again

and the first day of heat and unfamiliar life

came to an end.

Off for Nairobi at last.

On one side, the river;

on the other, our first view of wild game,

the wildebeest.

On and on, the busy train carrying us higher and higher

to the uplands.

Sable cows.

We found they were as speedy as they were awkward.

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And so we came to Nairobi,

where we outfitted our safari.

Now a bustling hive,

but 30 years ago,

Just a trading post in the wilderness.

Primitive customs.

A town of strange mixtures.

Modern hotels, native huts.

Unlike any other community in the world.

The heat played havoc

as you will observe.

Our safari was underway

The goods unloaded, equipment complete,

we started the long trek to the heart of adventure.

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Our wagons had four wheels...

but no brakes.

Cranking his force.

On we went, nevertheless,

taking the bitter with the sweet.

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It we were a bit soft yet

and decided we'd had enough for the first day,

so we pitched camp.

The boys enjoyed their chance to bathe

but should have been a bit more particular

about their company.

Somebody yelled "Crocodile!” and there was a scamper.

Two straggling warthogs suggested a savory addition

to our provisions.

I missed.

I was a poor provider.

The natives attempted to show us up

with their primitive weapons,

with no better success.

Until they resorted

The following morning,

we were told of a man-eating crocodile

in the neighborhood

that had developed an annoying appetite

for dark meat.

He had recently devoured a woman

from a neighboring tribe.

We saw one of the beasts on the bank...

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and shot it.

A postmortem disclosed

he was the very one we were after.

Much to the satisfaction of the natives,

who all claimed the jewelry.

It looked like a crocodile paradise.

We discovered a crocodile nest

with eggs seemingly ready to hatch.

The old lady objected to our presence, apparently.

Talk about your incubators.

Millions of baby crocodiles.

Harmless enough now,

but I fancy, not so pleasant when they grow up.

The old lady and gentleman resented our intrusion.

The crocodiles promised an exciting day's sport.

We ran upon some natives bent on the same sport.

However, they had their own peculiar way,

and we watched with interest as they baited their hooks.

Their method was a bit more sportsmanlike than ours.

It at least gave the beasts a fighting chance.

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We soon became conscious of a terrific, chattering noise

as if a million rattles had been let loose,

and then suddenly burst upon swarms of monkeys.

It was a real surprise to see monkeys swimming like fish.

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The little duffers seemed extremely fond of lily-pods.

But the crocodiles evidently were as fond of monkeys.

Some of the odd specimens attracted us,

so we went ashore to secure them for our collection.

The performance proved so amusing,

we almost forgot what we came for.

We baited some harmless traps for their capture.

Mama and baby were watching Father's foolish antics

from a place of safety.

Careful.

Look out!

Father's in trouble again.

Such a duffer.

Such torrid language.

I can't bear to look.

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Swayne was for the quickest way,

but I preferred a less barbarous method.

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The little beggar proved decidedly ungrateful.

In fact, he gave me the raspberry.

Storm clouds began to gather,

so we hastened for the boats

to make camp before the deluge came.

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It was a real tempest.

We soon learned, however,

that tropical storms end as quickly as they begin.

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As an aftermath of the storm,

we encountered swollen streams and muddy roads.

However, plenty of manpower pulled us through.

During a halt,

our attention was attracted by a sharp, barking sound

accompanied by a most uncanny hissing,

a noise familiar to our boys,

who with glistening eyes came to tell us

that it was a python after his prey,

as you will observe.

Python meat is a decided delicacy with the boys,

and they were anxious we bag it for them.

After the capture, however,

it proved such a wonderful specimen

that we decided to keep it for the collection,

notwithstanding the grumblings of our porters.

The python's tidbit was a queer little creature

resembling a lemur.

He was such an interesting specimen

that we determined the python should be cheated

out of his dinner.

The python, however,

was as bent upon securing his meal

as we were in preventing it.

The pop-eyed little beggar was wishing us success.

The constricting powers of a python

are dependent upon his obtaining

a secure tail hold.

He is quite helpless.

He lashed about furiously

as we tried to untwist his tail from the limb.

Finally, we were forced to cut down the limb.

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Mr. Python was soon caged

for shipment back home.

And Pop Eye became quite a favorite in camp.

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We now came upon a native village

with children playing in the narrow lanes

between the thatched huts.

In their habits, they were very much the same children

as you would find anywhere else.

A primitive way of preparing posho,

which is an important item of food here.

The African husband, not unlike some others,

believes in letting the better half do the work.

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May I suggest, ladies, that this is a wonderful

and efficient way of reducing?

You may observe that many of the native women

are quite shapely.

Animal fat is used by the natives

to grease their bodies

and also their skin wearing apparel,

and while it keeps their clothing

very soft and pliable,

I don't think the odor would ever become

very popular here.

Even at play,

the young African is trained to protect himself

from the dangers of the jungle.

We were the topic of conversation,

we found out later

They wanted to know if we would rid the vicinity

of a family of leopards that were playing havoc

with their cattle.

The natives had not been very successful

with their leopard trap,

and our headman recommended some improvements.

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We started out to track the beasts to their lairs...

and ran upon a leopard cub

playful as a domestic kitten.

The cry of a full-grown leopard is about as unpleasant a sound

as one cares to hear.

It sent a chill down my spine

when I heard it for the first time.

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I missed my shot.

The natives started to drive the animal

from its hiding place into the clear

so that I might get another crack at it.

Out it came like a flash of tawny light,

and I pulled the trigger.

There goes the other.

In they went...

and out they came.

The leopard, evidently, couldn't take a joke.

Turned by a shot, he made straight for the trap.

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With eyes like livid green fire,

it glared at us and snarled as it was safely trussed up

and taken back to camp,

a living specimen we were mighty glad to get.

Caged and ready for shipment

A beauty, but furious at his confinement.

Rid of the menace, there was joy in the village,

and a celebration and ceremonial dance were in order.

Suggest the origin

of some of our popular dances of the day.

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African flappers.

Two dusky Adonises.

I was invariably impressed by the amazing physiques

of these fellows.

Something of the weirdness of Africa, still untamed,

was expressed in these dances.

These simple native hearts seemed to hold

a dark knowledge of hidden things

and strange mysteries,

beating like the tom-toms,

an unending rhythm in the soul of the black.

Our safari again underway,

trekking along amidst an ever-changing vista

of water, jungle, mountains, and valleys.

The heat was terrific,

and our picture suffered accordingly.

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In the distance,

herds of antelope and other game animals grazed,

standing out against the skyline.

An impala fawn,

and:

The African buffalo.

He is considered by all big game hunters

the most dangerous of beasts

Slow and majestic,

they can charge with the speed of an arrow,

and woe betide the hunter if his shot is misplaced.

The buffalo is both tricky and vindictive.

These birds are cow heron,

which always accompany

We soon learned that when we saw these birds,

we were close to the African bison.

We were getting shy of fresh meat,

so bagged an eland to replenish our larder.

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We were

And again, the seemingly endless march.

Many miles had been covered,

and we were drawing closer to the land of big game.

A herd of roebucks

but not before we had obtained a good camera shot.

And then we saw a giant black head

with tiny ears above the water,

It was hippopotamus.

Like something unreal,

goggle-eyed, monstrous,

the hippos disported in the waters of the lake.

They are nocturnal feeders

but spend their days in the water,

The natives prize hippo meat highly as food

and were anxious that we bag a couple of the great beasts.

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I tried a long shot.

Our dogs, headed by Scotty,

an Airedale with a Viking's heart,

pursued the hippos and got in the way of the guns.

But nothing could stop Scotty.

A second shot

and a tremendous thrashing of the water

told of a hit.

Gleefully, the boys rushed to the task

of dragging the monsters from the lake.

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They sprang upon the dead hippo

and rode him ashore,

for all the world like children ridding a hobbyhorse.

A native delicacy, and plenty of it.

There was now no lack of fresh meat in camp.

These are the African Sable.

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We had now reached the country

where game of every sort abounded.

Eland kept friendly company with zebra,

wildebeest, kongoni,

and many other of the fleet-footed variety.

We saw a herd of buffalo grazing in the high grass.

Realizing their vindictiveness,

we were decidedly wary,

keeping downwind as we set up our cameras.

At any moment, they might get wind of us and charge.

This old fellow calmly turned his back upon us,

and with supreme indifference, walked away.

While perhaps unflattering,

we were nevertheless quite relieved

at his lack of interest.

The herd finally caught our scent

and started to run.

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Here we encountered impala, steinbuck,

and several other varieties of the gazelle

and antelope families.

We had reached an animal paradise.

Grotesque baboons stalked with their curious crooked tails

across our vision.

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Coming was one of my greatest thrills:

my first view of giraffe in their native wilds.

This creature has no defense

save his keen hearing and sight.

He has no vocal cords

and therefore can make no sound.

At the first sign of danger, he runs to a nearby tree,

where his color acts as a camouflage.

But driven to bay or in defense of its young,

a giraffe has been known to cut a lion to pieces

with his sharp hooves.

One of these animals was at least 20 feet in height.

They have an awkward lope

but can cover plenty of ground.

One of most beautiful shots we made on the entire trip.

Seemingly, he was not at all afraid

but merely curious.

Our old friend again, the foolish wildebeest,

called "the buffoon of the plains."

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Deeper and deeper we penetrated

toward the beating heart of Africa,

leaving the Equator and the terrific heat behind,

climbing ever upward into the regions

which have not yet been too much overrun

by the white man.

We made camp on the shores of a beautiful lake.

Beyond, great mountain ranges lifted to the sky,

brooding over the secrets

hidden in the shadows of the jungle,

the deep-cleft ravines, and the far-reaching plains.

Zebras and some tommies...

short for Thomson's gazelle.

Just a lone ostrich.

But from indications,

she won't be lonely long.

For some unknown reason,

all other creatures leave the water hole

when an ostrich comes to drink.

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Though we hated to shoot zebra,

we were running short of fresh meat

and wanted a good skin besides.

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We brought down a good specimen.

The natives took what they wished...

we removed the hide,

and the scavengers of the air got the rest.

The last of the zebra, save for the bones.

We struck a period of heat that was unexpected.

Our film suffered, as you may observe.

Then, a thrill of thrills awaited us,

the presence of rhinoceros.

Rhinos are stupid beasts

and usually attend strictly to their own business.

But once aroused, they are mean customers to deal with.

There was a moment of indecision.

What would the rhinos do?

The creatures are very shortsighted,

but their smell, or sense of smell,

Is decidedly keen.

The cow and bull came on toward the camera...

and I turned one with a lucky shot.

It was a moment of tremendous excitement

for all concerned.

Off they go, and we in pursuit.

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Hidden away in the thickets

one of them badly wounded.

It was up to us

Worried by our dogs,

Scotty as usual in the foreground

was caught by the sharp, long horn of the rhino

and tossed 50 feet in the air,

It was his last charge.

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The orphan.

Rather a husky infant

and decidedly unfriendly.

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A bit awkward for a pet,

but a cute little beggar.

The first step toward preserving

the hide of the rhino.

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And the ever-present vultures again on the job.

On the trek again, with baby following.

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Ed Joyce, our chief cameraman,

made a wager with Swayne

that he could pitch the tent in 30 seconds.

With a trick of the camera.

Some speed, eh what?

The bane of our safari was Swayne's radio.

He never lost an opportunity to inflict it upon us.

Someday, he said, he would get Hollywood.

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"Wait a minute,

the infernal machine.

And he'd have done it, too,

but Swayne showed a burst of temperament.

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The natives had heard, however,

and began arriving to listen to the white man's

strange devil instrument.

Swayne brought out his phonograph recorder

with which we tried to record the speech of the natives.

When it played back,

the natives decided that we were wizards indeed

and listened with amazement to their own voices

coming from the mysterious horn.

They were not so much frightened as stupefied

by astonishment.

When they heard it,

they wanted to crawl in to see

where the mysterious sounds

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The night,

and the voice of the jungle,

with all its medley of sounds.

(creatures roaring, grunting, and bellowing)

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The next morning,

the lions were reported in a donga close by,

and a cautious search brought us to a clearing,

where we started building our blinds.

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Our telescopic lens gave us some fine close-ups.

We put a heifer in for bait.

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The natives started to beat the beast into the clear

to give us a better chance with our cameras.

Through the thick underbrush,

the lions were now plainly visible.

We wounded this big beast.

He ran for the clear, with the natives in pursuit.

We knew we had hurt him,

and it is one of the unwritten laws of hunters

to finish a wounded beast.

Friends, please watch closely what soon follows.

Things happened so quickly that when the smoke cleared

and the excitement was over,

we had one badly wounded cameraman

and a terribly mauled fellow hunter,

who survived only seven weeks after the attack.

The tragedy left its mark on all of us.

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Our cameraman Ed Joyce was on the job,

and exhibited more steel nerve with his camera

than I did with my gun.

The natives were beating the bush on all sides

and the bewildered beast didn't know which way to turn.

Joyce never left his post.

He looked around every now and then

to see if I was backing him up.

"Look out, Ed, he's coming!"

Two females came charging out

and one caught Carrol unprepared.

(roaring)

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After our wounded were cared for,

we found we had bagged the largest lion

ever taken in this region.

He weighed 608 pounds

and measured nine feet from the tip of his nose

to the tip of his tail.

From the natives,

we learned that these two monsters

were noted man-eaters

and had accounted for many natives

in this district.

It was well rid of them:.

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The Lion Dance,

celebrating the Kill.

The natives cover themselves with the skin of the beast

and so imbibe,

the courage of the lion.

The African native is very emotional.

The only way he gives vent to his emotion

is by dancing.

Be it grief, sorrow, or happiness,

he dances,

and how he dances.

Such a dance must be seen to be fully appreciated.

But this camera record gives a very adequate idea

of the strangeness of the ceremony.

The water hole,

where we camped for several months

to get specimens and photographs

of the animals.

Animals of every sort came down to drink.

Kongoni, impala, gazelles, and others.

A water hole seems to be under a perpetual

flag of truce,

and the lion and lamb literally lie down together.

From our blinds, we watched the arrival of monkeys,

mostly baboons,

as well as giraffes,

which seemed to consort in friendly fashion

with the apes.

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An animal convention.

Delegates arriving.

Apparently, the big ape was chairman.

Dissenting members walking out.

Three lobbyists discussing the questions of the day.

Teaching the baby giraffe

Soon, a loud trumpeting told us

the elephants had caught our scent.

The convention was in disorder.

We encountered a nomadic tribe,

wandering natives with their earthly belongings

beasts of burden.

As inquiries told us we were nearing the Ingagi country,

we noticed our boys becoming uneasy.

Several had deserted,

and we began to suspect.

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Again, those aerial scavengers

telling of the presence

Another scavenger, the despised hyena.

(hyena howling)

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The abandoned village was a scene of desolation.

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A few shots after him

as he scurried across the plain.

Another grave robber, the armadillo,

who feasts upon the dead.

All together, it was a merry little spot

we picked to stop at.

If there was a spot on Earth that God forgot,

this was it.

In the phantom village,

we again encountered elephant spoor

and determined to go after the big tusker.

Meanwhile, Captain Swayne came across an animal

of such queer character

that no one could give a name to it.

It seemed like a cross between an armadillo and a tortoise,

so Swayne called it a tortadillo.

So far as we have been able to learn,

it is a species hitherto unknown to science.

We handled the creature with interest,

until it happened to snap at a dog.

In about three minutes, the dog was dead.

After that, we gave the venomous devil

a wide berth.

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Another tribe of nomads...

and more elephant tracks.

We came upon a herd of the great brutes

taking a bath in the lake.

The big bull was the finest specimen

we had so far run across,

and we were anxious to get him.

The herd lumbered through the forest,

tearing up trees and amusing themselves generally.

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They got our scent,

and the big tusker ploughed away through the tall grass

like a vast ironclad of the plains.

Two shots with the elephant gun proved ineffective.

Finally, a vital shot...

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and the big fellow came down

with a crash that made the earth quake.

His tusks weighed 134 pounds each.

The swift current cost us three of our mules.

But it's an ill wind that don't blow somebody good.

Swayne's radio set went with one of the mules.

A roaring sound now told us

that we were at the great Thompson's Falls,

an impressive and beautiful sight.

(water roaring)

In this village,

we heard two interesting pieces of information.

One, that there was a tribe of pygmies near at hand;

the other regarding the gorillas,

Ingagi, they call them.

We were soon to come upon our most amazing adventure.

Had now deserted.

Cutting our way through the dense underbrush,

we were conscious of being watched

by hundreds of invisible eyes.

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We caught a glimpse of the little fellows,

wild as March hares.

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They lived on grubs and were digging them

from inside the bark of dead trees.

To tempt them into the open,

but they were as shy as a bevy of debutantes.

They were rather interested in the beads, however...

and it proved tempting bait,

as we got a few camera shots of the little beggars.

Then they were off like the wind

and we never caught another glimpse of them.

Months of weary trekking brought us near

the mysterious region beyond the Kivu country

of the Belgian Congo.

Through the trees in the saddleback

between the volcanic mountains,

we caught sight of what seemed like human beings

and gigantic apes.

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At last we had penetrated into the heart

of the Ingagi country,

where no white man had ever been before.

Everywhere, there were strange sounds,

mysterious rustling of the underbrush,

chattering that seemed both human and animal.

We were soon to be thrilled by what met our gaze:

a company of women, unclothed.

Apparently living like animals,

shy as rhebok and fleet as antelope.

Could these tales be true?

Tales we had regarded as mere legend of a native tribe,

lowest of all in the scale of humanity.

Stories of their strange traffic with the great apes,

creatures scarcely less intelligent than themselves.

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In the background,

you will see a gigantic Ingagi

accompanying the women.

One had a child hugged to her breast,

a strange-looking child,

seemingly more ape than human.

Dimly like figures from a nightmare,

they stole through the forest while we watched,

hardly daring to breathe.

The many types of great apes gathered in this very place

suggested that this might be

the veritable cradle of humanity.

The male gorilla, we found,

builds his nest at the foot of a tree,

sending his family into the branches

for greater security against the ravening

jungle leopards,

which are especially fond of ape meat.

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We watched and photographed.

Into the dense underbrush we penetrated,

expecting at any moment that the gorilla

or some of his companions would pounce upon us.

We wanted this giant specimen, alive if possible.

He resented our attentions.

We followed him to his cave.

At last, the animal vanished into the cleft of the mountain

and we proceeded to smoke him out.

Three great apes made for the brush.

For a time, they eluded us...

but we soon found them

in the treetops.

Overcome by the fumes,

the big Ingagi was easily netted.

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But holding him was another matter.

His strength was appalling.

He threw our boys around like so many tenpins.

Maddened by our pursuit,

he charged us...

upsetting the camera

and almost destroying the amazing film record

we had obtained.

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And I don't mind saying

a bit unnerved

by our first encounter with the Ingagi,

we returned to camp.

That night, we heard strange sounds coming

from the nearby village.

Tom-toms and weird chantings.

Great bonfires illuminating the scene.

(drums beating)

We beheld a strange and fantastic vision.

Our headman made inquiries and reported.

To our amazement,

he told us that this was the night

the tribe sacrificed a woman to the Ingagi.

Dressed as a gorilla,

strange, painted creatures hovering over him,

glistening, naked bodies and painted faces,

like something out of an opium smoker's dream.

The ceremony continued.

In the early morning, with our cameras,

we prepared to obtain pictures of whatever might take place.

We were ready to believe almost anything now.

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And here is what we be held.

We saw the woman,

seated on a log, apparently resigned to her fate.

We followed with the cameras,

but little suspecting what was in store for us.

The brute pounced upon her

and she screamed like one possessed.

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Webster thought of nothing but his picture.

To me, the whole thing smacked of something inhuman.

The gorilla was dragging the woman through the thicket.

Three times, Swayne attempted to shoot

but each time was deterred by the cameraman,

who wanted to get it all.

But the limit had been reached,

and at last, he fired.

While the gorilla is seldom the aggressor,

he was now being robbed of his legitimate prey

and was prepared to fight to the last ditch.

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Dropping the woman, he came on with roars

that seemed to shake the very earth.

His struggle with death was awesome.

With almost human screams of agony,

he twisted and turned

and at last lay still.

And then the natives came,

but their respect for the creature

was indicated by the care of their approach.

He weighed 602 pounds and stood 6-feet-1

and measured eight feet and four inches

from the tip of the fingers 3

to the tips of the other.

And then we beheld a last strange vision,

as we watched in the thicket where the fallen Ingagi lay.

Out of the shadows crept one of the queer, half-human women,

who gazed upon the dead monster,

lifted its arms and let them fall again,

seemingly unable to comprehend.

And then, catching the click of the camera,

she fled into the jungle.

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