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Lodo and Grico consulted. “Bomba speaks well--” Lodo was beginning when there was a sudden commotion in the surrounding jungle. A moment later a strange company broke into the clearing. Bomba saw that they were squaws of the Araos tribe. The faces of the women, usually so stolid, wore the ghastly gray of terror. They h...
“What is it, woman?” cried Lodo. “What has happened?” “The maloca,” she got out at last. “Bucks come. They burn our houses. They carry off the women. They take the children. All gone.” CHAPTER IX THE SAVAGE RAIDERS
The news fell with stunning effect upon the assembled bucks already wrought up to a high pitch of fury because of the capture of their chief. There was a hubbub of exclamations of grief and rage. “Pirah gone, too,” declared the woman, with a sweeping gesture of her hands. “Pirah!” This was Bomba’s voice, harsh and unli...
Her story roused the Indians even more than the loss of their chief. That their native village, or maloca, should have been invaded, their women and children carried off, was a crime that by their code merited only one punishment, and that torture and death. The powwow broke up at once and the braves hurried away to th...
His heart was sorer now than ever, for it was torture to him to think of the pretty little Pirah, the daughter of Hondura, who had once succored him, in the clutches of the evil Nascanora. For in his own mind Bomba did not doubt that the same hand that had directed the capture of Hondura had also ordered the despoiling...
If this were true, it would make Bomba’s task all the harder. But he cared little for this. His heart was on fire with rage. In his present mood no danger could daunt him. Then again he must rescue poor Cody Casson, no matter how difficult the undertaking. First, there was the love and gratitude the boy felt for his be...
So the lives of the captives were probably safe until the headhunters had reached their dwelling-place above the Giant Cataract. Bomba would be in time to save them, avenge them, or, at the worst, to die with them. Several hours passed and Bomba had made remarkable progress before he stopped for a few minutes to rest a...
Bomba could scarcely believe this at first, nor accept it as a fact until he had searched every recess of his pouch and quiver. He even retraced his steps for some distance through the jungle, in the hope that his treasures might have slipped out and that he could recover them. But he could find no trace of the magic m...
A thought that crossed his mind swiftly changed his mood from mourning to anger. He remembered that Grico, he of the one eye and the split nose, had come close to him and jostled him several times, as though by accident, during his journey through the jungle. At the time, Bomba had thought it chance. Now he saw in it d...
Swift as thought, he fitted an arrow to his bow and stood on the alert. He could dimly see the form of some animal, and not knowing but what it might be a jaguar, he shot. The law of the jungle, he had learned, was to shoot first and investigate afterward. There was a startled grunt, a floundering about in the bushes, ...
He was not especially pleased at this, for the peccaries usually traveled in droves and companions of the dead one might be near at hand. As a rule, he gave the animals a wide berth, for nothing is more ferocious than the peccaries, whose murderous tusks, if they get to work, can tear a man into ribbons. So he waited f...
How he wished that Frank Parkhurst was with him to share the feast! Before he had met with the white people he had been lonely, but he had not so keenly sensed his loneliness. Now it was ever present with him. The friendship he had formed with Frank was the most precious thing that had so far come into Bomba’s starved ...
He spoke to himself half aloud: “I am not as well off as the beasts and reptiles of the jungle. They live together and have plenty of their own kind. They do not hunt and live alone as I do. The monkeys gather in flocks, the wild peccaries hunt in droves. Even the big cats, the hungry jaguars, have their companions. Wh...
He girded himself and resumed his journey, his heart heavy, but his body refreshed and strengthened by the hearty meal he had eaten. For some time he had failed to pick up any direct clues of those he was pursuing. But he was now reasonably sure of the direction they had taken and pressed confidently forward. His foots...
The storm was gathering with frightful rapidity. Now it was a race between the boy of the jungle and the elements. The roar of the thunder came closer. Jagged sheets of lightning shot athwart the sky. The wind tore through the jungle, shattering the ominous silence that had prevailed into jangled discords of sound. The...
The cave was now not far away, but the wind was pressing with terrible force against Bomba’s straining muscles. Flailing, sharp-thorned vines whipped about his head, stinging, half-blinding him. His breath seemed torn from his gasping lungs, to be borne off mockingly on the wings of the terrible blasts. Still Bomba’s m...
The force of that blast bore Bomba backward, pinning him against a great tree, with all the breath knocked out of his body. At the same time there came a ripping, tearing sound, a rumble and a roar that vied with the crash of the thunder. Something struck Bomba--he had no time to see what--swept him from the ground as ...
When Bomba slowly came to himself, fighting his way through unconsciousness, he did not realize at once the full significance of his plight. First of all, he knew that he was drenching wet--probably it had been the beating of rain upon his face that had brought him back to consciousness. The heavens had opened, and a d...
Bomba wondered dully if he had been seriously injured, perhaps crushed, in the fall. There was no feeling in his body, and at first he was too dazed to test his strained muscles. He seemed to himself like a disembodied ghost. But as the rain continued to fall upon his upturned face, fuller consciousness returned to him...
His left arm, seemed dead. It possessed no more feeling than the lower part of his body. His right arm and hand seemed numb and almost useless at the start. The arm was doubled under him, and Bomba thought it must be broken. But, by an agonized effort that made the sweat start from his brow, he managed at last to move ...
But even as he groped for the machete Bomba discovered something that seemed to turn the blood in his veins to ice. The water was rising in the pool! Until now, this phase of his terrible danger had not struck Bomba. The painful freeing of his right hand, the fear that in the fall he might have sustained an injury that...
If he could not reach his machete with his still half-numbed right hand and hack his way free from the branches before the water rose to his mouth and nose as he lay on his back, Bomba would die--drown like a rat in a trap. This certainty roused him at once to frantic effort. By a desperate strain, his hand found its w...
Slow work! Heart-breaking work! If only the rain would stop, the torrential downpour slacken for a while, he might yet get free. But in the lowering heavens to which Bomba lifted his anguished eyes there was no hope. It would need but a short time to fill the pool to overflowing. The water crept higher, while Bomba sla...
He tried to lift himself, but could not. That dreadful incubus still held him securely. Chilled to the bone, shivering, he went to work again. More branches and still more were pushed aside and dropped into the pool. The lapping of the water sounded in his ears as though death were crooning its awful lullaby. Wearied o...
He could not relax like that again without bringing the water over his eyes, over his nose---- Bomba lifted his head frantically, and, summoning his last reserve of strength, hacked at the boughs. He would not die like that! He would not! Surely strength would be given him to resist that awful fate! And strength was gi...
He knew no fatigue, felt no pain, was conscious of nothing but the sound and touch of that lapping, creeping water. That spasm of superhuman energy was not without result. It seemed to him that the load on his chest was lightening. Perhaps he could sit up. One straining, frantic effort--another-- He fell back, weak and...
A trail of tiny bubbles rose to the surface. CHAPTER XI FEROCIOUS FOES But Death had not yet claimed Bomba for his own.
The water broke and the lad’s face appeared, ghastly drawn and white. He was not yet conquered. He would make one more supreme effort. He drew the blessed air into his lungs. The veins stood out on his neck, the great muscles in his shoulders were ridged like whipcords as he strained to throw the last of the imprisonin...
He rested for a while, for the effort had exhausted him; rested, while he drew great draughts of air into his lungs, luxuriously expanding the chest that had been so cruelly imprisoned. He flexed his arms and felt his body carefully to make sure no bones were broken. Everything all right there! But his legs were yet he...
The water was still creeping upward in the pool, but it would be a long time now before it could reach the danger point. The rain was slackening too. Stealing a precious moment to glance upward at the sky, Bomba saw that the clouds were breaking and the sun beginning faintly to shine through. The wind had sunk to a gen...
Lucky for him, thought Bomba, that the boughs had caught him instead of the trunk. In the latter case, there would have been no escape. His life would have paid toll to the storm. He felt of his legs, raising them tentatively and working them till the blood flowed back in their veins again. To his joy, he established t...
In Bomba’s heart was a great thankfulness for his escape. Yet at the same time he bemoaned the hurt to his legs, since he could not hasten as quickly as he had hoped to the rescue of Casson, Pipina and little Pirah. He dragged himself to his feet, slowly and painfully, resting half his weight against the trunk of a tre...
Bomba shifted his machete from his right hand to the left and felt for his bow and arrows. They were gone, torn from him, probably, as the tree fell upon him. This was a serious loss, and his heart was filled with consternation. He made a careful search of the vicinity, but could find no trace of them. It was another i...
Meanwhile he had returned to the pool. There, scooping up great handfuls of mud, he rubbed it over his torn and bleeding flesh. Then, impatient of further delay, he started off through the jungle in the direction of the Giant Cataract. He realized at last that he was very hungry, and, thinking that his weakness was par...
But he saved that as a last resort. His main dependence had been the bow and arrows, that might enable him to make a stand even if attacked by several enemies at the same time. They were essential, too, in hunting game for food. But that thought just now gave him little concern. He could always find jaboty eggs in the ...
He traveled on for perhaps an hour. Then he came to a clearing among the dense underbrush. He welcomed this as enabling him to make more rapid progress. Suddenly he stepped back, startled. There before him, grazing placidly beneath the heat of the tropical sun, was a great drove of peccaries, the fierce wild pigs of th...
But Bomba now had not as full control of his limbs as usual, and he made a slight noise as he stepped back into the forest fringe. The peccary nearest him lifted up its wicked, blunt-nosed head and sniffed the air. Then, with a snort of rage, it turned in the direction of the sound and started straight toward Bomba. Th...
Below him at the base of the tree the peccaries were acting like things demented. They ran around and around in circles, snorting viciously and stumbling over one another in their fury. Bomba was thankful that pigs were not like monkeys or jaguars, who were as much at home among the branches of a tree as they were on t...
An hour passed--another. Then the fury of the peccaries began to abate. They were short-sighted, and used to holding their heads down as no longer gazing at their enemy, they soon forgot they grazed. It tired them to look up. And, his existence. With the stupid peccary, out of sight was out of mind. They began to drift...
He had reached the lowest bough when something bade him pause. Something was watching him from the jungle, something that he could not see but could feel! CHAPTER XII THE JAGUARS ATTACK
Bomba became suddenly motionless, flattened against the tree as though he were a part of it. He did not dare move even to go upward again, for fear that the hidden enemy would be tempted to come forth from its hiding place. Bomba had not lived all his life in close contact with the beasts of the jungle for nothing. His...
And there might be more than one of these ferocious beasts. He knew that they frequently traveled in pairs. His flesh crawled as the full helplessness of his position came over him. There he was without bow or arrow or revolver--his only weapon the machete. His position in the tree rendered him all the more helpless ag...
The faint rustling drew closer and closer. From the corner of his eye Bomba glimpsed a gleaming yellowish-brown body. Beyond this he could see the dim outline of another. Two of them! And what chance would he have even against one? Sensing his helplessness, the jaguars were gaining confidence. He could see their eyes n...
So the boy began suddenly to swarm up through the branches. If he could crawl out upon a slender bough, so slight that it would barely hold his weight, there was a possibility that the jaguars would not dare to venture after him. It was a frail hope, for Bomba knew that when the jaguar’s blood was up he was relentless ...
Bomba climbed like a monkey, his knife between his teeth. His progress was lightning swift, fear lending him added celerity. Below him he could hear the rustling of leaves, the crackling of small branches, as the foremost jaguar followed him. A slender bough stretched before him. Out on this Bomba crept, feeling it sag...
But in a moment Bomba made out the sinuous figure just below the bough on which he had taken refuge; caught the glare of those malignant eyes full upon him. Winding his limbs about the bending bough and gripping it powerfully with his left hand, Bomba drew the machete from his teeth and waited. Below he could hear the ...
Bomba’s heart pounded as though it would force its way through his ribs. In a few moments now he would know whether he was to live or die. And with those relentless man-eaters on his track, the odds were all in favor of death. Even if he were able to beat off one of the beasts, the other would be on him at once and ave...
The jaguar crept out still farther upon its branch, ears flattened back against its head, cruel teeth showing in a snarl of fury. Bomba’s fingers tensed about the handle of the machete and he shouted, hoping to disconcert the animal and perhaps make it lose its balance. But this availed nothing. At the sound of Bomba’s...
It was then that what seemed a miracle happened! Bomba, in whose heart despair had entered and who thought that this was his last moment on earth, saw the body of the ferocious beast leap suddenly into the air, grasp wildly at anything that promised a foothold, and then plunge downward through the branches to the groun...
They were bending over the lifeless cat that had been pierced through with an arrow, when a rustling among the branches and a low growl warned Bomba that the second jaguar had turned its attention to its new foes and was about to attack. He could see the brute crouched among the branches, ready to spring upon the two m...
The great vicious ball of fur struck the ground with a thud, not ten feet away from Bomba’s rescuers, and crouched to spring. But before it could launch itself into the air two bows twanged. One shot missed, but the second arrow caught the beast full in one gleaming, murderous eye and pierced to the brain. The brute ga...
But by whom had their death been brought about? Were these newcomers friendly or hostile to Bomba? The thought came to the boy that they might be of the party of headhunters. If so, he might have escaped death in one form to meet it in another even more terrible. But as he hesitated, he heard their voices more clearly ...
THE MAD MONKEY Ashati and Neram dropped to their knees before Bomba, clasping his hands and bowing their black heads before him. Neram, bending lower, took one of Bomba’s sandaled feet and placed it on his neck as a sign that he was slave and Bomba master. The heart of the lonely boy swelled at this sign of gratitude a...
“Ashati and Neram would have been nothing now but bones buried in the heart of the Moving Mountain if you had not come to their help,” replied Ashati, who seemed to be the spokesman for the two. “You saved them from death, and freed them from the cruel yoke of Jojasta, the medicine man. Ashati and Neram have no master ...
In their wanderings they had noted the bands of Nascanora and his half-brother, Tocarora, heading in the direction of the Giant Cataract. This had been only two days before and not far from the place where they were now standing. From their hiding place in the brush, the slaves had seen that each party had with it a nu...
“Can you take Bomba to the place where you saw them and point out to him the way they were going?” he asked. “Yes,” replied Ashati. “But they must be a long way from there now, for they were going fast. And they kept looking behind them as though they thought men were coming after them.” The news set Bomba on fire with...
When he came to the part that concerned the loss of his bow and arrows, Ashati insisted that the boy should take his and that he, Ashati, could do very well with his hunting knife. Besides, he would make another set of weapons at their first resting place. Bomba would have refused, but seeing that he could not do so wi...
“We hunted Bomba day and night,” Ashati replied. “Our lives were yours, for you had saved them. We came on your trail in the jungle, and followed after. Ashati saw you in the tree as the jaguar lifted its paw to strike. Then Ashati prayed to the Spirit of the Jungle and shot his arrow. The Spirit made it go straight, a...
But Bomba’s quest of Nascanora could not wait. Delay, however slight, might result in the death of his friends, if indeed they still lived. If Ashati and Neram could travel at Bomba’s pace, he would be glad to have them with him, for they were companions in his loneliness and allies in case of danger. But if they could...
The sun rose higher, and with full daylight came a fresh burst of speed on the part of Bomba. If Ashati and Neram found it hard to keep up with him, they did not murmur. They would have suffered any hardship rather than be left behind by him whom they had chosen as their master. They traveled all day without meeting wi...
On and on they went, although by this time they were nearly stumbling with fatigue. They were penetrating a part of the jungle that was new to Bomba. Pools, swelled by the recent rain, were frequent, some of them so deep that it was necessary to cross them by notched trunks of trees, the crude bridges of the jungle. Cr...
Gibbering and mouthing ferociously, froth slavering from its jaws, the huge ape sprang toward Bomba and the cowering slaves. Bomba was paralyzed at first by the hideous appearance of the beast and infected to some degree with the superstitious terror that animated Ashati and Neram. He seemed bereft of the power of move...
BESET BY ENEMIES Even as Bomba drew his arrow to its head he found that he felt a strange unwillingness to inflict injury on this antagonist. The monkeys were his friends. Often they had helped him when other foes, much more like Bomba in form and appearance, had sought to take his life. He could not forget how the swa...
But if anything, the aspect of the ape became still more fierce and threatening. It uttered a shrill cry and sprang at the lad with hairy arms outstretched to grasp him. Ashati and Neram gave a shout of warning, and seeing that their young leader was in grave danger, conquered their fear and sprang to his help. The bow...
But Bomba was quicker than the ape. He sprang aside and, drawing his machete from his belt, struck the animal’s arm a blow that cut deep and caused the blood to spurt into the distorted face of his assailant. The arrow dropped clattering to the ground, and with a weird and terrible howl the ape swung itself with its un...
“The mad monkey! If he is alone, all will be well. But if there are others----” “There are others,” interrupted Ashati. “One mad monkey needs but bite another, and that one too will become mad. It is in that way the evil spirits get possession of a flock of monkeys and set loose a thousand demons upon the jungle.” “And...
“We cannot stay here,” said Bomba, looking about him. “We must go on. Perhaps we shall find shelter, a cave or an abandoned hut of a caboclo, where we can spend the night and leave this terrible place with the daylight.” “Yes, we must go on,” agreed Ashati, and Neram nodded his head in agreement. “To stay here would be...
They had proceeded only a short distance when a horrible chattering overhead caused them to look up, and in the branches of a tree they saw two big apes gibbering and grinning at them, with the same awful look in their eyes that had marked the first one they had encountered. As the little party moved swiftly on, a larg...
Their flight was unreasoning. They plunged through thorn bushes that tore at their flesh, and felt no pain. They stumbled and fell into black ooze that might hold writhing snakes, and scarcely thought of it. To put distance between themselves and this nightmare became their only aim. Once a terrible figure dropped upon...
At the words, the prostrate Ashati raised himself on hands and knees and crawled over to where the lifeless brute was lying. “Dead!” he gasped, and dragging himself to his feet stared hard at Bomba. For it was a superstition among the natives that a mad creature was possessed of an evil spirit that made it immune to de...
“The mad monkeys!” whispered Bomba. “They have told each other that we are here. They know that we are few and they are many. Come!” If their flight had betrayed panic earlier, it was nothing to the fear that now gave wings to their feet. They might hold their own against a few. They could not face an army, such as, fr...
Ashati and Neram, with what breath they had, were muttering prayers to the Spirit of the Jungle. If ever help was needed, it was needed then. Onward they plunged through the black night of the jungle, that terrible rustling as of a mighty wind coming closer and closer with every moment. As the pursuing monkeys drew clo...
They were panting, spent. In another moment that awful swarm of maddened beasts would descend upon them. Stumbling blindly on, Bomba felt his foot slip into a hollow at the same time that his body struck violently against a hard substance. He stretched out his hands and felt rather than saw in the darkness that he had ...
CHAPTER XV LYING IN AMBUSH The two slaves seemed not to hear Bomba. Perhaps they were half dead from fright, or perhaps they thought that the malady that had attacked the monkeys had disordered Bomba’s mind as well.
Despite his command, they continued to crouch stupidly close to the ground, striving to keep out of reach of the clutching hands that swung from the branches overhead. One great ape dropped to the ground and came swiftly toward them on all fours, uttering howl after howl, so wild and eerie that it froze the blood in th...
From inside the cave Neram reached out a hand and drew Ashati within the sheltering blackness. As Bomba was about to follow, the monkeys, following the leadership of the great ape that had begun the actual attack, dropped to the ground and swarmed toward Bomba. The boy leaped for the gaping mouth of the cave just as th...
Bomba stubbed his foot, bruising it as he fell forward into the cave. He stooped down to examine the object and found that it was a great rock. “Come, help me!” he cried to the two slaves, who were fully awake now to the fact that there was hope of escape. They stooped to aid him, and as the monkeys recovered from thei...
Bomba and his companions sank down on the ground, gasping for breath, and pressed their weight against the rock. The weird howling of the enraged monkeys outside their shelter made them tremble even now, lest their cunning foes should find some other entrance to the cave and come pouring in to indulge in massacre. But ...
But the fact that the stone was so near the mouth of the cave and was evidently intended to block up the entrance seemed to argue human occupation. Some native, perhaps, had become an outlaw from his tribe and had chosen the cave as his home. When it became certain that the monkeys had tired of their quest and were str...
Tired beyond words, but jubilant at their escape, Bomba returned to the two, who still squatted on the ground close to the stone that guarded the entrance to the cave. Ashati was inclined to indulge in prophecy. “The Spirit of the Jungle is good,” he stated, as Bomba threw himself down beside them. “Twice it has saved ...
It was not long before all three were asleep, stretched on the ground against the great rock, so that the slightest push on it would be certain to rouse them. But they were undisturbed all through the long hours of the night, and at dawn awoke, refreshed and ravenous for the great chunks of roasted jaguar meat they had...
Nevertheless, both Neram and Ashati were reluctant to leave the friendly shelter of the cave, and urged that Bomba rest there another day and night until all danger should be gone. But Bomba would not listen to this. “You stay,” he said. “But Bomba must go. If, as you say, it was the Spirit of the Jungle that twice sav...
“Where you go we will go,” said Ashati gently, as the welcome sunlight streamed in. “Though you will not have us for your slaves, you are our master. Let Bomba start and we will follow.” Making no sound, they went swiftly through the jungle and did not pause or stop to rest until they had put a great distance between t...
They came out soon on the banks of a river. The noise of the foaming waters had been growing louder and louder until now it smote upon their ears like thunder. A torrent of black water dashed along the river bed and leaped angrily against the rocks that studded its course, flinging a shower of spray upon Bomba and his ...
They started again, following the course of the stream. Suddenly Neram paused with his head to one side as though he were listening. “Hark!” he said, when Bomba would have questioned him. “Someone comes.” As soon as the words had fallen from his lips, Bomba threw himself upon the ground and put his ear to it. Instantly...
“We will watch as silently as the jaguar watches for his prey,” he hissed. “Let no one move or make a sound.” Hidden by the rank marsh grass that formed a perfect covert, the three lay motionless, not a breath betraying their hiding place. For what seemed a long time to the intent watchers, no one appeared in sight. Fo...
The faint sound of footsteps that they had heard gradually became more distinct, and at last a solitary traveler came into view. The man was an Indian, but of a tribe with which Bomba was not familiar. He was journeying swiftly when those concealed in the long grass caught their first glimpse of him, glancing again and...
Kneeling on the chest of his captive, who was too paralyzed by the suddenness of the attack to make more than a feeble resistance, Bomba called softly to Ashati and Neram. As though, like Aladdin, he had conjured them by the rubbing of a lamp, they were instantly at his side. At their unexpected appearance, the feeble ...
THE ISLAND OF SNAKES The native writhed and twisted, the eyes bloodshot with terror at the threat. Ashati and Neram came a step nearer with menace in their eyes, and the captive subsided again, gasping and groaning beneath the pressure of Bomba’s knee upon his chest. “Do not kill me! Only do not kill me!” he jabbered. ...
“Then listen to me, and listen well.” The fierce, impatient note was in Bomba’s voice again. “Nascanora, the great chief, the chief with a black heart, is the man I want to find. Give me news of him and you shall go free.” A gleam of hope came into the prisoner’s eyes. “Yes, yes, I will tell. I will tell you anything I...
“I will make straight talk,” asseverated the native. “I do not want to die.” “Where is Nascanora? Quick!” demanded Bomba. “In two days’ time,” replied the trembling native, “he will pass this spot on the other side of the river.” “I thought he had already passed,” said Bomba.
“He has,” returned the native. “But he turned back to burn another village and take some more captives. He will move slowly, for he has other enemies that he wants to capture near Snake Island, where lives the old witch, Sobrinini----” Bomba cried out in astonishment and quick hope. “You know Sobrinini?” he asked eager...
“I know of Sobrinini. Who does not know of her who lives near the Giant Cataract?” he cried. “But I do not go near her island, for it is full of snakes and Sobrinini is a woman of evil whose frown means death.” “Where is this island?” Bomba asked in a fever of eagerness. “It is called Snake Island. But to go there is t...
Bomba glanced at Ashati and Neram, who had been listening with absorbed interest to the story of the native and on whose faces was reflected the same look of fright. Bomba released his hold upon the prisoner and arose to his feet. “There are two things I must know,” he said. “Command, and you shall be obeyed,” returned...
“Was there a white man among Nascanora’s captives?” “I cannot say. He had many captives and he will return as I have said. That is all that the jungle has told me.” “How do you go to this island where the witch woman, Sobrinini, lives with her snakes?” asked Bomba, feeling that the native had spoken the truth. The nati...
“You will not go there?” he cried in horror. “I tell you it would be better for you to go to the giant anaconda and let him wind his coils about your body than to seek out Sobrinini on her island that lies under the curse of the gods. I tell you again that to go there is to die.” “That is for me to say,” replied Bomba....
“Listen!” he said. “If I were Nascanora I would kill you, so as to be sure that your tongue would be still. But Bomba’s heart is not black like that of the chief of the headhunters. I am going to let you go free. But if you tell anyone that you have seen me you will find that Bomba’s knife is sharp and his vengeance is...
With the aid of Neram and Ashati, he cut down one of the smaller trees near the river bank and began the work of hollowing out a portion of the trunk in the form of a small canoe. It was hard work and slow, even with the aid of his companions, who were skilled in that kind of work, and when the evening shadows fell alo...
“There were more there, but I could not carry them,” he said, as he built a fire with which to prepare breakfast. “I saw a tapir, too, but could not kill him because I had gone out without my bow and arrows.” “Foolish one to hunt without weapons,” reproved Ashati, looking up for a moment from his work. “Ashati would kn...
Their temporary captive had explained to Bomba that he must launch his boat at some little distance up the river, where the current was not so strong. From there he could let himself go with the rushing waters until he came to a place where the waters widened out and were not so tumultuous. When he reached this portion...

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