Detroit evening times., 1943-08-22
THROUGHOUT The Ion

lamp vi IAIct uooiucu Wlllle lneQ
promised them instant death with
the dawn.
We'll" commented one pris-
oner, hollowly we're not walk
ing the last mile They're do
Ing it for us.
Don't try 10 be funny" re-
torted Bob Meek TO whom his
companions always looked for
guidance on their mission in the
Matto Crosse. This is no time
fei Wise-crackinG II We live to-
morrow. Wen have 10 think fast
tonight"
The increasing bedlam Of these
Indians, a tribe long suspectcl
OF head hunting and known FOR
decades as bitter enemies OF TIE
White man, showed that the ring
was tightening
"Thcy know they've got us, al
right" said Meek. "Thcy know
there's no escape for rs They're
just waiting for daylight 80
The position Of the white men
appeared hopeless
Six weeks before, Meek and
his two tcchnicians. armed only
with small hunting rifles aud
packing batteries and other
equipment for recording actual
South American jungle animal
talk, plunged into natures Wild
greenhouse 90 Obtain authentic
sound effects 30 be broadcast on
special radio programs in Lon
don At last, after riskinC their
lives more than once in thrilling
encounters. they were returning
20 civilization with discs repro
ducing the growls Of the jaguar,
the hi2scs Of great anacondas. and
other blood-curdling noises
Now trapped by killer Indians,
tho thlra men bitterly regarded
their equipment as IT lay out
tined in the shadows by the en-
hrrs Of dying camp fire
Wei" commented Meek. 1T
ont be long row Maybe il
raes Jas right for bringing
. NJ. tfi-5Sc S1SSy, small Cdffbre
rifles. I wish our record play
or could ho turned into a ma
chino cTu We could hold 'gm
IF 2,--
us ~l be up iiy a MN
UTc- SAID V-L-Sims, tho party
electrician. What say we have
70 ittttc music, or better yet. hear
for the last time the growis nf
Tho Jungle beasts.
Might as well" agreed Meek
Tho Jungle day does not dawn.
Suddenly there is a half light
Th.n tho sun bursts forth with
q great blaze and tccming bug
life screams noisily, the alarm
clocl; of the Wild world
When SIMS clicked the switch
that started the record players
turu,ah,e the miracle of new
dav was flashing THROUGH the
holNsh green of the hust It
that moment the wax held -r0W's
of The nirht-prowliug Jaguar
roared from the loudspcakcr. the
magrificd kissing of great con-
stuctor snakes sounded their in
dIcrtUt alarms tho captured
ttr.s of Wild jungle dogs issued
from the mechanical box. AMI
tho chipping sounds Of poisonous
4'.c night things screamed
a symphony of terror
The naked spear-armcd say
ages. now about 20 leap upon
ara torture their traditional ear-
mics appeared abruptly through
openings ON the edge of the little
camp clearing Hundreds Of the
warriors stood TO-. a moment
poised 70 rush in The white
men raised their rifles. But the
expected charge did not come
The Indians Chief stood flat
footed IN his tracks lie motionoa
for his men 10 halt and looked
bcwildcrcdly about him Now
from the loudspeakcr canc the
vail Of jungle loon.
Giant wild crows cawcd loudly
from tho machine Tho chief and
his followers stared up into
empty trees Tuskcd boars.
corncrcd killers, cruntcd and
so-ralcd their warnings. The In
dams involuntar.'v raised their
spaars 20 meet the deadly charge
+ no boars came The savages
were greatly perplexod
"Ga3r' exclaimed Meek, we
may got out Of this yet! Keep
that record going" he com
mandcI- Sims and a vide grin
lighted the electricians face A..
II catch on, too he whispered
We got en- huffalocd'
Sims rcvound the machine.
II got another idea. too" he
a-44d---.Ill=ss.t-llIl-tAa-raaaEdiag
equipment. Can't tell what Wen
cot"