The Rhinoceros Hill

of booming of method stroms brings Africa to rule. Africa is a cradle of nature, where mother earth steams in her primeval sleep, sweating under a load of superstitions, mystery, and witchcraft. Africa is a land of great silences and thunderous upheavals, a land where anything can happen.

Those problems bring you a story of Africa. So first I'll rant on Edwards while heading a little scientific expedition into French equatorial Africa comes into possession of a mummified head that talks. He believes it to speak the language of the lost Atlantians and will guide them to where a remnant of that race may be found. With the Professor or his daughter Lorna, Jack Martin, his assistant,

and Nguru, a huge native prince. Lorna was found wandering in a trance and in affecting her rescue, a sacred snake was killed. The snake was first gathered to avenge the killing of one of their gods, but the party hastily broke camp and marched. Now, believing their thrown off pursuit, they decided to camp again. This opens face looks alright, Jack.

What do you think? Couldn't we better, sir? But I don't see why we turned off new west over the last 10 miles. It should have been plenty of water on our original corner. Never mind that for a moment. I'll explain the move in due time.

I'm going to go. All right, I'm going to make panga. I'm going to... You all right, Mona? Yes, I'm okay. Is this just another short rest to have you been excited to call the dead?

We can't, right here, my dear. Mona, I'm going to go for that. I thought we were on an endurance hike. It was absolutely necessary, Mona. You see those snake worshippers had to be out distant.