Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-03-23

biez. our property man, decided to give the
natives thrill. Looking through his trunks
on location he came upon q gorilla suit which
he had brought along to be used in case we
were unable to locate any real ones.
There were at least 100 natives gathered
around, and 1t occurred TO Harry that it would
be q great moment to experiment with the suit
Concealed in the prop tent he slipped into the
outfit and then called some of us over to give
the alarm and start the panic. At q given sig
nal couple Of the boys rushed out of the shed.
screaming at the top Of their lungs, followed
closely by the gorilla"
In less time than it takes to say it, most Of
the natives had left the scene completely,
bound for the tall grass. Others had taken to
the trees and one or two were hidden in the
trading post store. Just when we were getting
q great laugh, my eyes fell upon. the figure Of
q giant native, standing directly in the path
of the charging Albiez reaching nonchalantly
for his pagna. At the time, I am rather
ashamed to admit, the seriousness of the ocea-
sion escaped me. was consumed with the
realization that I had found the character to
play the part of Renchero. fortunately, one
of the hunters interceded in time to prevent
any calamities.
After an exploring trip upstream yesterday,
have formed fair idea of our plans for the
next two weeks. About 100 yards above camp
a small stream flows into the river from a
swamp SO feet back from the jungle. An island
in the center of the swamp serves an an excel
lent rendezvous Tor nun0re0S OF the largest
crocS in the world, who become tired of fight
ing the currents and decide to walk up the
narrow stream and lie down in the secluSion
of the jungle. had to see the place only once
to realize it was an ideal location for one Of
our scenes, which pictures Trader Horn and
Renchero climbing through trees over ground
Swarming with crocodiles, making good their
escape from a tribe of hostile natives. Ac-
cordingly, I have sent Morgan and 10 natives
up to the swamp to build camera platforms in
the trees and to fence in the narrow stream
which forms the only ecape for the crocodiles
We plan to wait until enough have collected,
and then cut off their exit to the river.
(MmchisOn Falls, Uganda. Jame 2S.)
A SOLID week has slipped by in the manner
of solid African weeks, the crocodile pool
is yet without the number of crocodiles re-
quired, two cloudbursts have swept our shoes
and boots out of our tents and have killed
buffalo, a crocodile and hippo. One day fol-
lows its predecessor with tiresome monotony
Arriving at the pool one day last week to
view the results of our batting the evening
previous, was gratifled to witness great
Scurrying about in the waters much thrashing
and churning in the mud and every evidence,
In fact, that great many crocodles had fol-
lowed their noses to the carcass of the water
buck We had secured in the center of the In
closure.
When frightened, the croc submerges at once.
and 1t Is only by the occasional swish of his tan
that you may detect them even in shallow
water. In our pool, the trail leading into water
from the river Is left open; q matched wooden
fence surrounds the acre or more of wateG md
a drop gate stands ready to fall over the iran
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