A New Land

African drums are taught thee. Through fertile valleys and on to the highest mountain tops, the rhythmic beats carry their message. Africa, a land of primitive impons, mystery, jus-jus-groves and junk. Sir, Amton, Edwards, and his little scientific party in Africa, have encountered many dangers in their search for a lost race.

They quickly moved their camp by the Bakari River because of a tribal hostel cannibals and after a week's march come to a mountain range with the professor determined to scale with him is his daughter is assistant Jack Martin and the faithful in guru a huge must-hire body god who carries the talking head in a basket

Oh but I'm tired father when we get to the top two we make him yes we'll probably stay there for a day or two I want to look around Oh darn, these mosquitoes. One of them just took a piece right out of my nose.

Well, if it falls up as much on you as the bites do on me, you're going to lose your beautiful profile, my dear. Oh, I'm proud, Terry, exactly. My face has gone right back to nature already.

Yeah, there must be some stagnant water around here somewhere for these mosquitoes to breed. I hope you didn't forget the quinines, eh? No, sir. You'll find some at the bottom of your habitat. Father, I'm going to ask you this before. Did you hear anything moving around after we turned in last night?

No, after that long climb yesterday I went to the leopards as soon as I hit the pillow. Oh, it was probably some animal, no, no, what? Well, I thought I heard some loose stones rolling just before I went to sleep.