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“Cody Casson,” he said. “The gods say he is Man of Evil. He bring trouble to the tribe. He must die.” “Ugh!” came in a concerted grunt of assent from the men squatted on their haunches about the fire. Bomba lay motionless, his heart thumping against his ribs. He had come at an opportune moment. He would learn the plans...
“We know now where Casson live,” the chief went on. “Morana found the place. He tell us wild boy Bomba is away. Casson is alone. We go now. Catch Man of Evil. We bring him here——” “Ugh!” his followers cried again on a higher note of excitement. “We go. Now!” “We take Man of Evil,” cried Nascanora, the scowl on his dist...
Swiftly, noiselessly, still flat upon his stomach, he backed out through the heavy underbrush and tangle of vines. He knew that not only his life but that of Casson depended on his getting away without letting Nascanora guess at his presence there. When he had got far enough away to think it safe for him to rise to his...
Setting off with strides like those of a deer, Bomba vowed that he would outrace the Indians. He must get to the hut before them, or Casson was lost. But the Indians, too, were swift and adept in getting through the jungle. Knowing that they would take the most direct trail, Bomba was forced to choose a more circuitous...
In the course he had chosen lay a primitive bridge that had been placed across one of the streams that abounded in the region. The bridge consisted simply of the trunk of a mirity palm, wet and slippery from the recent storm. If Bomba had followed his usual custom on such occasions and kicked off his sandals, so that h...
It would not have been so bad if in the fall he had not struck his head against the log. This dazed him for a moment, but the shock of the water revived him and brought him to the surface sputtering and furious. He struck out strongly for the shore, but at the same moment something bit viciously at his leg. Bomba knew ...
He was furious with himself. Bomba, to have lost his footing on the bridge, Bomba, who had always prided himself on being so sure-footed! The mishap had delayed him seriously. Perhaps it had sealed Casson’s doom and his own. The journey seemed never-ending as he pressed on, spurring his jaded muscles to the utmost. He ...
He drifted toward the location of the hut like a shadow. Not a twig snapped under his feet to betray him. He dropped on his hands and knees and crept in this position for a hundred yards to a little elevation from which he would be able to look down directly on the hut. Reaching the spot, he parted the vines and looked...
Bomba’s heart beat faster, his breath seemed almost to whistle through his clenched teeth. The odds were fearful ones—thirty to two at least, really thirty to one, for Casson could not be relied on in his half-demented state, and whatever fighting was done would probably have to be done by Bomba. The jungle boy thought...
Then like a flash it came to him! With incredible swiftness, still on hands and knees, he made his way to a hollow tree. This had been his playroom since his earliest childhood, and in its trunk Bomba had stored many of his treasures. Chief among these was the skin of a great anaconda, slain by Casson many years ago. I...
Now it was to serve for something sterner than play. Bomba’s face was grim as he got into the great skin and wrapped the front part of it about his head and shoulders. The dried head, with the great jaws gaping, had been retained in its entirety, and Bomba held this before his face as he prepared to emerge from his hid...
With a weird, hideous scream that rang through the silent jungle and startled it into a hundred echoes, Bomba left his shelter, flinging the torch ahead of him and dashed down upon that sinister ring of figures about the hut. The ruse worked. There were shrieks of terror, and the savages gave way before the horrible vi...
“No, no, Casson! Do not strike!” gasped the boy, as he let the empty snake skin slip from him to the floor. “It is I, Bomba! Look!” CHAPTER XXIV AGAINST FEARFUL ODDS An exclamation of amazement and relief fell from the old naturalist as he lowered the spear.
“But why—what—” he stammered, as he lay the weapon aside. “The Indians!” panted Bomba, as he slammed the door shut and slipped into place the heavy bar he had fashioned while he was rebuilding the hut. “Nascanora and his head-hunters! They are here. You heard their cries. They have come to get you, to burn you in a fir...
“Yes,” cried Bomba, his eyes kindling. “But they are many. We shall have to fight hard. We will fight with bows and arrows. And when they are gone, we will fight some more, you with the spear and I with the fire stick. And the machete, too, will be good. Yes, we will fight.” For a time, however, it seemed that it might...
How long this would continue Bomba did not know. But he was thankful for the change. It gave him a sense of comradeship, a relief from bearing a dead weight, and infused him with new heart and hope. How much Casson would be able to accomplish was of course conjectural, but there was a chance that even his feeble help m...
“Do you think they may have gone away?” whispered Casson, with a little accent of hope. Bomba shook his head. “I do not think so,” he answered in the same low tone. “They have come too far. They will not go back without trying to kill us. At first they thought the snake was magic. They were afraid. But Nascanora will t...
The door bent, but the stout bar of lignum vitæ, almost as strong as iron, refused to break. Bomba leaped to his feet and grasped his bow. He fitted an arrow to the string and took aim through a porthole at the nearest figure. The bow twanged. The arrow whistled on its way. There was a wild scream from the Indian, who ...
But one of the Indians had fallen anyway, and although this counted for little when the number of their foes was considered, the moral effect was on the side of the besieged. They had got in the first blow and served notice on the attackers that they would have to pay in lives for whatever they got. The shadowy figures...
Bomba knew that if they succeeded in this, Casson and he were lost. Once let that horde invade the cabin, and nothing could avail against overpowering numbers. No time for arrows now. He had a far quicker weapon at hand. The white man’s fire stick! They were so near that he could not miss. So swiftly that the repeated ...
It was not only the execution done, but the way it had been done that filled them with fright. Few of them had ever before heard the report of a firearm—perhaps none of them. The spurts of flame and the roar of the weapon confirmed their conviction that the hut was the habitation of wizards. A snake that walked on two ...
But this conjecture had not thoroughly taken into account the resources and ingenuity of Nascanora. From the woods came something in a trail of flame, and the next moment there was a soft thud in the logs that formed the wall. Several others followed in quick succession. And now the ground immediately in front of the h...
“What are they doing?” he asked wonderingly. Bomba had been asking himself that question, too. And now the solution came to him, and his heart sank. “They are arrows with fire in their tails,” he answered. “They are trying to burn the hut.” For a moment despair clutched their hearts. This was something on which they ha...
Bomba’s first impulse was to dash outside the door and tear down the burning arrows. But he realized at once that this would be suicide. In the light that came from the torches he would offer a perfect target and a dozen arrows would be buried in his body. Now the two within the hut heard an ominous crackling which tol...
Other arrows with their fire trails had followed the first flight, and Bomba knew by the increasing light on the ground that the wall must be studded with them. The crackling now was becoming a roar, and Bomba could tell that the logs themselves were afire. Spurts of flame began to creep through the cracks, and the hea...
Their hands and faces now were blistered by the heat, and they were forced to retreat to the farther part of the hut. There was a little water there, and they dashed it over them. Then they drenched some cloths that they wrapped around their necks and faces. “Bomba, my boy!” said Casson, in one of his rare expressions ...
Bomba started as though from an electric shock. He sprang to one of the portholes and sent out a loud, long, undulating cry that rang weirdly through the jungle. Again and again he repeated the cry with all the power of his lungs. It was the call that he had used many times to summon his jungle friends to his side, and...
Would they come now? Would they face fire? CHAPTER XXV IN THE NICK OF TIME
The jungle beasts came in swarms! In the distance could be heard something like the soughing of a great wind. It grew in volume until it swelled into a roar. Then the jungle about the hut was alive with monkeys, scores of them, hundreds of them, with every passing moment increasing their numbers. They saw the burning h...
The surviving savages fled, with wild screams, in a headlong rout. And their demoralization was complete when Polulu, with a tremendous roar, came bounding in upon them, his eyes glaring, his tail lashing, his paws striking out like flails. Bomba heard the shrieks of the affrighted savages, the jabbering of the monkeys...
What blessed coolness was in the night air as Bomba drank it in deep draughts! And what added delight came to him as he felt on his uplifted face the plashing of raindrops! Casson was now in a state of complete collapse, and Bomba was frightened at the ashen pallor of the old man’s face. He rushed to the river behind t...
But, as a matter of fact, there was no further attack to be apprehended that night, nor for many more to come. The Indians had paid heavy toll. Five lay dead on the ground, and probably twice that number in wounded had crawled away into the forest or been carried off by their comrades. At least half of the raiders had ...
Fortunately, the other three walls had caught in only a few places, and here, too, the flames were quickly extinguished. The monkeys gradually dispersed after Bomba told them how grateful he was for their help and promised to soon see them again. The storm increased in violence, and Bomba helped Casson into the hut. Th...
Bomba slept late, and when at last he opened his eyes the faithful puma had gone. He had stayed until all danger was over and then gone forth to his hunting. Bomba himself was stiff and sore, but all concern for himself was quickly lost in his anxiety over Casson’s condition. The terrible experience through which he ha...
From then on Casson mended rapidly, and Bomba was delighted to note that with returning strength his mind seemed less clouded. He had lost some of his apathy, and took a greater interest in the things about him. The “door” was still closed, but he was trying harder to open it than he had before. At times a flash of mem...
“Who is it?” cried Bomba excitedly. “It is Jojasta,” replied Casson. “Mark well that name, Jojasta.” “I will never forget it,” said Bomba solemnly. “But what is he and where does he live?” “He is the Medicine Man of the Moving Mountain,” replied Casson.
“The Moving Mountain?” repeated Bomba, in bewilderment. He had never heard the term before. “It is a long way off,” explained Casson. “And it is hard to reach. But I will tell you how to get there. Yes, I know that now. But the other is too far away. That I cannot recall. Through Jojasta is the only way you can find ou...
He must tell his friends and let them share his joy. He took his harmonica and strayed off into the jungle, playing a dreamy, plaintive tune. Soon his jungle friends of the air and treetops were all about him, Kiki, Woowoo, Doto, and scores of others. He smiled at them, talked and played for them. He was in a joyous, e...
“Look, Woowoo! Look, Kiki! Look, Doto!” he cried, in an ecstasy of joy and pride. “Look, all of you! I will tell Polulu, too. I am white! Bomba is white!” THE END _Dear Reader_: If you have enjoyed this story and wish to follow the further adventures of BOMBA, you may do so in the books listed on the following page.
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CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY, Publishers New York Transcriber’s Notes pg 23 Changed: his memory of the way a similiar to: his memory of the way a similar pg 32 Changed: By Jove!” exclained Dorn to: By Jove!” exclaimed Dorn
pg 130 Changed: crests of the trees showed a wierd to: crests of the trees showed a weird pg 196 Changed: undulating cry that rang wierdly to: undulating cry that rang weirdly = = = PG72207 = = =
BOMBA THE JUNGLE BOY AT THE GIANT CATARACT [Illustration: THE WATER KEPT RISING HIGHER AND HIGHER. _Bomba at the Giant Cataract._ _Page 184_] BOMBA THE JUNGLE BOY AT THE GIANT CATARACT OR
Chief Nascanora and His Captives BY ROY ROCKWOOD AUTHOR OF “BOMBA THE JUNGLE BOY,” “LOST ON THE MOON,” “THROUGH SPACE TO MARS,” ETC. _ILLUSTRATED_
NEW YORK CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY PUBLISHERS BOOKS FOR BOYS _By_ ROY ROCKWOOD THE BOMBA BOOKS
12mo. Cloth. Illustrated. GREAT MARVEL SERIES THROUGH THE AIR TO THE NORTH POLE UNDER THE OCEAN TO THE SOUTH POLE FIVE THOUSAND MILES UNDERGROUND THROUGH SPACE TO MARS LOST ON THE MOON ON A TORN-AWAY WORLD THE CITY BEYOND THE CLOUDS SPEEDWELL BOYS SERIES
DAVE DASHAWAY SERIES DAVE DASHAWAY, THE YOUNG AVIATOR DAVE DASHAWAY AND HIS HYDROPLANE DAVE DASHAWAY AND HIS GIANT AIRSHIP DAVE DASHAWAY AROUND THE WORLD DAVE DASHAWAY, AIR CHAMPION CUPPLES & LEON CO., Publishers, New York Copyright, 1926, by CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY
BOMBA THE JUNGLE BOY AT THE GIANT CATARACT Printed in U. S. A. CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE
I THE SUDDEN ATTACK 1 II AT GRIPS WITH DEATH 9 III IN THE NICK OF TIME 19 IV A TERRIFIC STRUGGLE 26
V TERRIBLE JAWS 35 VI PURSUED BY AN ALLIGATOR 42 VII CARRIED INTO CAPTIVITY 53 VIII THE MAN WITH THE SPLIT NOSE 62
IX THE SAVAGE RAIDERS 69 X IN DEADLY PERIL 80 XI FEROCIOUS FOES 86 XII THE JAGUARS ATTACK 95
XIII THE MAD MONKEY 102 XIV BESET OF ENEMIES 109 XV LYING IN AMBUSH 116 XVI THE ISLAND OF SNAKES 125
XVII AMID WRITHING SERPENTS 136 XVIII THE MYSTERY DEEPENS 146 XIX A STARTLING INTERRUPTION 153 XX IN THE HANDS OF THE HEADHUNTERS 161
XXI THE GIANT CATARACT 167 XXII RUSPAK GLOATS 173 XXIII A MAD STAMPEDE 180 XXIV IN THE SWIRL OF THE RAPIDS 186
XXV THE RESCUE OF SOBRININI 192 BOMBA THE JUNGLE BOY AT THE GIANT CATARACT CHAPTER I THE SUDDEN ATTACK
Bomba made his way as silently as a panther through the jungle. For that jungle abounded in enemies, as the boy had had occasion to know. At any moment a boa constrictor might drop like a flash from a tree above and seek to enfold him in its crushing coils. A turn of the trail might bring him face to face with a crouch...
Their coming was a signal for the native inhabitants to flee, carrying along with them their children and scanty household belongings. The headhunters were cruel and ruthless, and death and destruction followed in their wake. Bomba had seen signs of them that very morning, and he had no desire for a closer acquaintance...
There was a sudden rustling in the leaves of a giant dolado tree. Bomba halted instantly, drew an arrow from his belt and fitted it to the string of his bow. But his tense attitude relaxed as the leaves were thrust aside and the grinning, friendly face of a monkey framed itself in the opening. “Doto!” exclaimed Bomba, ...
The boy--for he was no more than that, being fourteen years old at the most--presented a striking picture as he stood there with a ray of sunlight falling athwart his face. He was taller than the average boy of his age and far more muscular and more sturdily built. From constant exposure to sun and storm, his face was ...
“So Doto is glad to see Bomba back!” said the boy as he fondled the animal’s furry head. “And Bomba is glad to meet Doto again. Bomba has been away for many days and has seen many things. He has met men whose hearts are black. He has seen mountains break apart and fire come from the top. Snakes and jaguars have tried t...
“And now before many moons Bomba must go away again,” the lad resumed, “for Jojasta told Bomba that he must go to Sobrinini of the Pilati tribe, beyond the Giant Cataract, and that she could tell him about his father and mother. It is a long way off, and there are many dangers in the way. Bomba may never come back, may...