117- Blood Bath

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as told by James Poe in bloodbath starring mr. Vincent Price By portaging the rapids and walking the mules in the shallower stretches, we'd managed to get our supplies and equipment more than 1,700 miles up the river.

After this, further navigable passage being impossible, we'd traveled by foot, hacking our way through the thick steaming jungle, coaxing and goading the heavily laden beasts. We left the jungle and begun the climb. Eleven days later, high in the Andes, we found our objective.

We set to work, hard work. And then, on a hazy afternoon in late May, we found it. I shall never forget the sea. Below us, the mountains swung down to the jungle which stretched eastward.

Far as the eye could see, the peaks above us had cut off the setting sun and the light It had a curious vile at quality. The dank, chill wind, whispering and gusting, set the sparse timber scrubs to trembling and shuddering at the mules, disdainful of their five strange masters, foraged the cacti and dwarf pine.

The instruments were set up and the specimens were at hand, and now, crouched and tense, we leaned forward. How about it, Hess? The two of us got to warm up. Come on. Come on. Wait. Well, you're five waited five years for this moment five five hundred You mean five million come on. He's he how about it has?