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Hey, did I ever tell you Peru,

I was the first white man to ever set eyes on this river?

Yes, several times.

I was about your age then, 18 years old or maybe 17.

Pardon me, I am 23.

And I was speaking not so much of year lad, as of common sense.

Look, Horn, there is another big herd.

Aye, about 50.

I've seen them by the hundreds.

Tell me, why have you come the first time up this river?

Oh, for one thing and another.

Ivory, hides, rubber.

Adventure, same as you.

You know, my father always used to tell me, Trader Horn knows everything about Africa.

Everything?

No, lad, more than a warthog maybe, but not near so much as an elephant.

Of course, no white man knows more of Africa than I.

Still, your father was my friend, so maybe he was over partial to me.

You have loved my father, didn't you?

Laddie, your father was the finest gentleman I ever knew.

I was a young lad then.

Funny too, him knowing no more of the Lord's English than the Zulu.

So, how did you speak together?

Well, when he was thinking poorly of me, he'd pull his black eyebrows down and

stare far off.

When he wanted to say something in his own speech like good lad,

or when we were in a tight place, he'd wag me by the wrist.

Then I'd tell you lad, I'd stand like a rock.

I know.

Look.

Beautiful.

I needn't think there isn't beauty to be found in Africa.

Beauty and terror.

Terror can be a sort of beauty too, if two fellas stand up to it together.

Sometimes of course, it's better for two fellas to run away together.

Look Horn.

Yeah, I remember.

It's a rare thing to be a lad.

Seeing strange sights for the first time, painted aborigines, queer shapes of death,

and cannibals.

There are cannibals?

Aye.

They're a god-fearing race, they are.

Except, as you say, in the matter of diet.

And now I'll show you how we honest traders get a house full of Ivory

for a fistful of salt.

For salt?

Aye, the natives would swap their mothers for it.

I say, you wait till you see the pile of leopard hides I get,

for a reel of copper wire.

For wire?

They use it for the telegraph, eh?

No, no, for ornaments.

They have a telegraph, though.

Drums.

There's a sound that'll crawl up your spine and down your gizzard.

Maybe you'll hear it one of these days.

And maybe when I do, I'll be very frightened, eh?

Maybe.

Anyway, I like to hear those drums.

I think maybe it is fun to be frightened.

No, laddie.

It's no fun.

Jumbo Bwana.

Jumbo Bwana.

Jumbo, Chief.

Jumbo Bwana.

Jumbo.

Jumbo, Prince.

It's old Chief Kamal.

His son, Kamani.

Ask if he's got any Ivory.

Open that side.

Horn.

You're mistaken about these people.

They're not savages.

They're just happy, ignorant children.

Horn?

Oh, that?

That's just a little childish prank.

This ivory isn't so good.

It's pitted.

What does that Horn?

Buried too long.

Rencharo, what's the matter with these people?

Hold your tongue, you fool.

What is that?

It's the telegraph I was telling you about.

What does it mean?

Juju.

The tribes will be wild before nightfall.

Horn, you were right about those gizzards.

Who are they?

Masai.

The fiercest fighters in Africa.

Why all they eat is milk and fresh blood.

The young ones have to kill a man or a lion single-handed,

before they can wear one of them pigtails.

When Masai and Gokuyus get together, the devil's in it.

Ask him whether he wants to trade or not.

Might as well wait here while this goes on.

Come on Rencharo.

Bwana!

Try the next village, further up the river.

Further up the river?

Yes.

I thought you weren't looking for adventure.

When I set out to trade the river, I trade it.

Throw them in the river Rencharo.

Come on lad, you've no time to lose.

Turn her about Rencharo, that's the way we're heading.

Useful beast, the crocodile. Keeps the river clean.

Horn, what is this juju.

Magic lad.

God knows how it starts, or where it comes from.

As long as those drums call,

every black devil in the bush will be a homicidal maniac.

If your skin happens to be white, which may be the better plea.

Horn, I think I'll give myself exercise with this paddle.

You can't run away from the sound, lad.

The drum call travels underground.

Sometimes you think you've lost it for a hundred miles

You wake up in camp, and find it throbbin' inside of your head.

Horn.

You were right.

I'm very frightened.

I know.

We'll camp here, Rencharo.

Maybe there is a more comfortable place further on.

Start him up with a bullet, lads.

You've only wounded him lad.

Look out! Here he comes!

I guess that does it.

Next time I'll let you serve them up.

Easy.

We'll try here.

But this is just as bad as the last place.

Well, it's an African river bank, lad.

We need one up to camp on.

After a week, they'll all be looking like home to you.

Rencharo, start them up.

Tell them to move on.

Ranchero... pitch the tent over there.

Suppose they come back tonight.

Whenever that happens to me, I always make a point

of putting my head under the covers.

Ranchero, I've got another jigger under my toenail.

I tell you lad, a skin full of curry finishes the day fine, eh?

Yes, it does.

Ranchero's laughing at you, lad.

Laughing?

Aye, Ranchero has his own way of laughing.

I guess I don't understand him, Horn.

Try to, lad.

Ranchero ain't much to look at, but you'll find him half bulldog,

half watchful mother.

Ouch!

Horn, look what I have captured.

Isn't he nice, eh?

He bites.

So does his old gentleman.

You see, your papa worries for you.

Shoo, shoo, shoo, go back to papa.

Oh, I know, I know.

What's that?

A laughing hyena.

What is he laughing at?

Bwana!

What's the matter?

I don't know yet.

Why are they doing that?

All I know is the fire's better out.

Got your gun, lad?

White safari come.

White safari come?

Who'd be crazy enough to travel in here at night?

It looks like the missionary widow woman.

Hello!

Hello!

Who's there?

Aloysius Horn

Who are you?

Edith Trent.

It's her lad, it's her.

Wait there, we're coming.

Ranchero.

It's all right Riano, they are friends.

Horn, isn't she afraid?

She isn't afraid of anything.

She's the bravest woman in all Africa.

Why, she takes her bibles places I wouldn't take my rum.

Look out for that bush, lad.

I wouldn't want to see you step on a black mamba or a puff adder.

And if those bibles have the same potent effect as my rum.

Every native in the bush should be singing Rock of Ages instead of thumping himself

lunatic on a tom-tom.

Hello Mrs. Trent, how are you?

Hello, Aloysius Horn.

I thought you knew your Africa too well to travel in here by night, ma'am.

But I must go on, Mr. Horn.

I'm afraid the beasts of the jungle won't understand that, ma'am.

Oh, I want you to meet my young friend.

Peru, I call him.

How do you do, Mrs. Trent?

And is Mr. Peru a trader?

Oh no, ma'am, he's a...

Well, you might say he's a sort of sportsman.

Like both you people.

Won't you stop and have a cup of tea with us ma'am?

Oh, no thank you.

I must be getting on.

Oh, just for a minute Mrs. Trent, while you rest.

Well, just a cup.

Oh, that's fine.

Riano, you wait here.

I'll be right back.

Tea is good to travel on.

Nothing is good to travel on after sunset, ma'am.

Oh Mr. Horn, I'm afraid Mr. Peru will think I'm just a newcomer to Africa.

Well, it has to be a first time for everything, ma'am.

I lived in Africa ten years before I was mauled by a leopard...

and twenty years before a gorilla ever laid a hand on me.

I see you're bound upstream, madam.

Yes.

You know the Ipanga Falls.

Aye, I've heard of them.

Tea Rencharo.

No white man's ever seen them that I know of.

I intend going above them.

That's the Asorga country.

Yes, I know.

I'm afraid you'll have to postpone your trip, ma'am.

Postpone it?

Witch men have put the juju on the drums?

Oh, no.

Aye.

Oh.

Guess you know as well as I how the tribes will be.

Thank you.

That will make it difficult, won't it?

Why, that makes it impossible, ma'am.

Sugar?

Please.

Am I to understand madam, you are going up above the Ipanga Falls?

Yes.

Well, what are you going to do up there...

Sugar, ma'am?

One please.

You make yourself very comfortable, Mr. Horn.

Oh, aye, we do well enough here.

Say, ma'am, why don't you camp here with us tonight?

Tomorrow we'll turn back together.

No, Mr. Horn.

There can't be any turning back for me.

I think I know how you feel, ma'am.

Still, I...

No Mr. Horn, I don't think you do quite.

I'm not just searching blindly anymore.

I know where she is now.

You do?

Where?

She's a fetish in a just of the Asorga.

Well, that beats the walls of Jericho.

So you see, I'm not going to turn back now for drums.

By the Lord, you're a brave woman, ma'am.

No, not brave.

I have nothing to turn back for.

You know, I just found out I'm going with you, ma'am.

I always did want to see that Ipanga Falls country.

It's about the only country in Africa I haven't seen.

Why can't we all go?

Oh, that's kind.

That's very generous of you.

But I can't allow it.

Allow it, ma'am?

No, you see, men with guns would startle them into violence.

But a woman alone, might get through.

I see your point, ma'am.

And I'm sure the good Lord will keep a watchful eye on you.

I'm sure he will.

But in case he has other business, I'll just follow you up and stand by.

No, Mr. Horn.

But if I knew that you'd try to reach her in case I'm gone, more than a week...

No harm will come to you, ma'am.

Will you promise, Mr. Horn?

I'll follow you up by way of the river.

Will you promise?

I promise.

Thank you, Aloysius Horn.

Goodbye.

Au revoir, Madame.

Come Riano.

A brave man.

Aye, that's a thing to warm the heart of a fellow.

But a woman as brave as that widow woman there...

Aye, that's something past speaking about.

Buy Horn, I can't understand.

Why is it she must go up there?

Twenty years ago, she lost her husband and a baby in a native raid.

They found what was left of the husband.

But no one ever did set eyes on the little girl.

Ever since that time, that widow woman has searched with the faith

that the good book says, moveth mountains.

Now she thinks she's located it.

But Horn, can that be true?

Oh, maybe it's a pie clad native woman she's heard about.

Or maybe it's her own daughter growing up among the savages.

Oh but, Horn...

Oh, I'm not fool enough to believe that anything's impossible in Africa.

Rencharo...

And anyhow Horn, it'll be fun to go look and find out.

We break camp, start upstream.

No, Bwana.

You heard me.

You black rogue.

You mean to tell me you'd back off from death if I said go on?

Bwana.

Those people with their drums.

Do you think they know she's coming?

Come, lad.

Canoe's waiting.

We ought to be catching up with her soon.

Are they still ahead of us, Rencharo?

No white man ever saw them before you did.

Rencharo!

Until now I thought, all places beautiful were made by man.

No man ever made a cloud, or a sunrise, or a thing like this.

What did you say?

Nothing!

Watch out!

Need stones to keep the crocodiles away.

Bwana!

You never heard of witch doctors?

Well, we'll not be marking the spot for them to come and dig her body up

to make charms of.

Well, it's gonna be a queer thing to say good-bye to you laddie.

Say good-bye?

Aye.

You made her no promise.

You have no business with the Asorgi.

What are you staring at?

Have you lost your tongue?

I want very much to go, where you go.

Wasn't I the old fool, to think you'd feel different.

Better have a look around up there.

Rencharo!

Load them up.

I am fair different, with the roaring of the falls.

Yes, I'm glad we have passed them.

Horn.

Aye, the drums have stopped.

Does that mean we have got away from them again?

No, I wouldn't say it meant that.

Come on, roust them out of here.

Oh, they want to go back, do they?

Well, tell them to go.

Come on, Rencharo.

Blessed natives are like children without being left alone.

I can't see why they would mind.

It seems very peaceful here.

Here's the grass country, lad.

Now you can begin looking for the game herds.

Big game?

Aye.

There is a game herd now?

Aye.

Common zebra.

You'll be seeing thousands of them.

What are those ugly people beyond the zebras?

Wildebeest, lad.

Gnus, the scientific fellows call them.

You'll be seeing 10 of them and 10 zebras to one of every other animal in Africa.

Grant's gazelle.

He's a fast one.

What makes them bold?

Oh, something they've heard or smelled or saw.

They have an instinct that warns them of every danger.

A good instinct too, as you can tell by the numbers of the beasts.

One warning missed, and a live buck becomes dead meat.

Is it good meat?

Oh, nourishing enough, but none too tasty.

What are those little fellows?

Tommies.

Thompson gazelles.

Though I don't know why they were named after a fellow like Thompson.

For I was the one that showed them to him in the first place.

He was one of those fellows that goes around carving his name on trees.

Look. Old Larry Longdrawers.

Taking all together, he's a spectacular sort of beast.

Look at that bird.

Oh, it's a tick bird.

He's welcome anywhere that a creature can't reach to scratch himself.

He is beautiful, this giraffe.

Aye, in a karmic sort of way.

Did you know lads, that a giraffe can't cry out even in his death moment?

No vocal cords.

Look.

There's Mrs. Larry Longdrawers and Larry Jr.

It looks like Larry's drawers would soon fit, Junior.

There's your seven lead boots come true, lad.

Nine feet in every stride and a kick in each one of them

that'll send a lion home hungry.

There is an ostrich.

Now there is one you don't have to tell me.

Aye, and you'll be telling me that he hides his head in the ground.

But isn't that true?

There's not a word of truth in it.

Couldn't drive a pick in the ground around here.

Now you're disappointed to have a myth exploded.

But truth has a charm of its own.

The ostrich does hide his head in a bush, because he knows well how that gawky neck

of his stands out against the skyline.

Look.

Waterbuck.

Dainty creatures, aren't they?

And a welcome sight to a thirsty man. We must be nearing some sort of water.

- Rencharo. - Bwana

You think we're heading in the right direction?

- Oh, big water? - Yes, Bwana.

Good.

The natives say the Asorgi live on a lakeshore.

So we must be heading in the right direction.

Look at the monkey.

Baboons, lad.

Even a leopard won't walk into a gang of those fellas.

Dirty fighters, they are.

And tricky.

Look at the old lady hiding in the tree there.

They're lay in wait like that, to prey on the young,

on the fringes of the game herd.

They're meat eaters?

Don't you know it, even in Africa.

There's a gentleman with a sharp eye for stragglers.

Maybe we'll see how Africa acts when she's hungry.

Hyena.

Aye.

A mother with a pair of whelps.

They'll take some watching with those leopards about.

Aye, that's Africa for you.

When you're not eating somebody, you're trying to keep somebody else

from eating you.

Come along on, Rencharo.

That black one, Horn.

Is that a different kind of an animal?

No, that's a leopard, lad.

The same spotted parents as the other.

Every now and then, one of them turns out Ethiopian like that.

The spots are there just the same under the black hide,

which you can see for yourself.

If you want to look that close.

No.

I'll take your word for it.

Look at the warthogs, lad.

Dare say they ain't very vain about their personal appearance.

But they're the cleanest pigs in the world.

Look how their tails stand up.

Like the flagstaff on the stern of a battleship.

Look at the big one.

Eland, lad.

That's the largest of the antelope.

But his nerve don't measure up to his size.

Did you see him jump when he heard us?

He'd do twice as good as that for a lion.

What's that?

Oh, that's a gerenuk.

Giraffe neck gazelle.

Don't bother with him, lad.

I have no use for those mixed-up creatures.

There's a hartebeest.

I guess they call him that, because they don't seem to have a heart

when you're shooting at them.

They're the hardest beast to kill in Africa.

Is it usual to see so many animals so close together?

Aye, lad.

Beasts are like people.

They congregate where living is the best and easiest.

Sometimes, of course, if they're crowded...

by humans...

they herd together.

But Horn, there is nobody up here but just the Asorgi.

Now there's a respectable-looking thief.

What is it?

A marabou stork.

That's the fellow they get the down off of to make frillybobs for the ladies.

He gets most of his food from stealing it from the vultures.

There's topi.

There's a morsel a lion relishes.

I'll guarantee you're no more fond of your plum pudding,

than the lion is of Topi.

Bwana!

Aye, that's what makes the herd so jumpy.

What are they?

Wild dogs.

The wolves of Africa.

When they run together, they can pull down anything alive.

Let me get one.

No, lad.

We won't molest them.

We'll just invite them to stay away from us.

The game just leaves the country...

when word goes out the wild dogs have packed up.

Do animals talk together?

No, lad.

They pass word along from one to another, just the same as men do.

Only they don't gossip.

All right, let them rest a minute.

What's that little fox?

That's not a fox, lad.

That's a jackal.

He's cute.

Is Rencharo laughing at me?

So is the jackal, lad.

Oh, you can't scare him.

He's a scavenger, same as the hyena.

But he's a more pleasant person, as any lion will tell you.

What does the lion know about it?

Well, the lion often shares his kill with the jackal.

Because the jackal leads the lion to game and to water.

You know, the lion is short on brains.

Like a lot of imposing people.

Come on, Rencharo.

See them with the twisty horns?

They're impala.

How they jump.

Aye, they even have a chumpy name.

They do that to spy on their hungry neighbors in the grass.

There's buffalo, lad.

They look like a herd of cattle.

Cattle? lad, you're looking at one of the most dangerous animals in Africa.

Why?

Because he's smart.

Wound one, and he'll lead you all day and wait for you in the bush.

Just as you've forgotten to be cautious, he'll be on you.

Know lad, when a man goes hunting buffalo, he dies all around his head.

There's some morets.

They're as handy with those horns as the Masai is with the spear.

Bwana!

Can't say I ever saw one like it.

Oh, Asorgi.

Well, it's good to know we're heading in the right direction.

Bwana.

Rhino.

Well, if he's coming, he's coming.

There's no use turning aside.

He's going around to get our wind.

Rencharo: Bwana!

Well, we can't have both of them coming at once.

Look out Horn! Here he comes!

All right, he's down.

Come on.

Well, I hope you're comfortable.

I got up here so I could see better.

Bwana!

Look out! He's coming!

Bwana!

That's the tough one that got away.

He's good for a lot of punishment, poor devil.

We better make an end of it.

Well, lad, that's Africa for you.

One dead man, two dead beasts, and no one the better for it.

You realize we haven't seen any game for an hour, lad?

Does that mean something?

Everything in nature means something, lad.

The question is what it means.

Bwana!

Well, that's what we're here for, isn't it?

Follow that trail.

That's bound to take us somewhere.

Gun's not worth much here.

Well, here it is.

And with a committee of reception.

You keeping cool, lad.

Don't worry for me.

Come on, Rencharo. Get these men.

Come on. Come on.

Rencharo.

Tell him I want to speak to the king.

Do as you're told.

Rencharo, tell Abdullah to get me that music box out of the basket.

Bwana!

Bwana?

Tell him I trade for ivory.

- Wha... - Ease off!

Stay laddie.

Let him have it.

Guns wouldn't have been any use to us anyway.

Lad.

If we pull through, there'll be no need for lying about this, Juju.

It's a record.

Masai,

Kikuyu, Wakamba, Kavirondo, Lugandas, Nandi,

Luluwa, Wandarobo, Ologhe, Abaluhyia

Tribes a thousand miles from the coastline.

Abdullah!

It begins now to be dawn.

Aye, have a good look at it, laddie.

You mean, don't you..

This is the last dawn I shall see.

I'm not so sure if I mind that part.

Well, now that I've seen things,

it would not be good to remember.

I suppose a man could stand quite a big pain, if he must.

Oh, I... A man can be hardy enough if his pride's in it.

And that's important too.

Good Lord only gives us one death to die, and a fellow mustn't bungle it.

Horn?

I'll watch you, and try to take everything as you do.

I'm going to keep an eye on Rencharo here.

He's got to make a pretty good job of it.

Well as far as that goes, I guess the white race won't be disgraced by...

by any one of the three of us.

Aye, you black hunks.

Horn?

White!

She is beautiful.

Aye, and as great a savage as any of the black ones.

She's got to help us out of this.

Horn, can't you make her understand?

We'll try, lad.

- Rencharo. - Bwana!

Tell her we're white like herself.

Tell her we've come from her mother.

Tell her we've come to take her back to her people.

Tell her she's got to get us out of this.

I'm afraid it's no manner of use, lad.

- Wait! - Don't touch her lad!

Don't you understand?

White people must help each other.

You expected mercy.

Look what I've let you in for.

I wonder what your father would be saying.

I think he'd say, just what you've been saying.

Let 'em come, lad.

Horn!

That mob listens to those witch men much longer,

they'll be turning on her.

What does she say?

She says she's going to take us across the lake.

Bwana!

Holding out alright, lad?

Yes, I'm fine.

Has she got name?

Nina, her mother called her.

Nina.

Nina.

I'm afraid she's forgotten.

Oh, you better save your breath for paddling.

Hippos are getting pretty thick.

Oh, it'd be a rare comfort to have a gun this minute.

We'll let's change our course.

No time, lad.

We'll have to take our chances.

What's going on, Nina?

Don't strain your gizzard, lad.

She's a middlin' hefty lass.

Come on, Ranchero. Help me shove this boat off.

Are you tired, Nina?

Tired, you know?

Like this.

Tired.

There ain't a lot of jungle behind us,

when they come looking for their precious juju.

Come on, lass.

We'll be treating.

What did she say?

No, lass.

We won't be waiting for your soggy, and neither will you.

Come on.

All right.

Wait. You're not going to really...

No.

Not after the time we've had getting her here.

Dragging a woman is scratchy work.

Begging them runs into time.

Let's just try a difference first.

Oh, no fire, lad.

They'll locate us soon enough without us helping them out with signals.

You better get your rest now.

We'll start at the first light.

All right, Ranchero.

I'll take the first watch.

We can't go on and on like this without resting.

Those fellows behind us won't be resting.

I know, lass.

My own stomach is stuck to my backbone from hunger.

Come along.

What did he say?

Game.

Well, what do we do? Just stand here looking at them?

Well, if you've energy to waste chasing after them.

Come on.

Wildebeest!

They're going to charge.

Look out!

Young oryx.

Blast him, he knows he's safe, waving his cutlass at us.

He'd be a mile away and still running, if one of us had a gun.

Oh, what's a man without his weapon?

No strength to knock a buck over.

No claws to hold him with.

No teeth to tear out his throat.

Why that sort of beast don't rank even with a hyena.

If that lion's hungry enough to make a kill, you suppose we'll be hungry enough to...

...to borrow some of it from him?

Dinners don't come easy; even to a lion.

- Vultures. - They have the same idea we have.

Well, are you still hungry?

I'm not afraid, if that's what you mean.

Rencharo.

Haul the lass way up this tree.

Several of them.

Can we frighten him away?

Maybe they'll run.

Maybe they won't.

Get out of the way!

Get out!

Go on!

- Rencharo? - Bwana!

Where did he drive that kill?

Yeah!! Yeah!!

Come on, come on, we've no time to lose.

Get away from here!

Alright, let's get away from here.

- Waterbuck! - That means what?

I will drink yet.

Wait a minute!

Ranchero, we'll have to find another water hole, boy.

Come on, lass.

Come on, lad, we'll have to go on.

Oh, how can we get on?

Wait!

Quiet, quiet!

The same as those enterprising cannibals back there.

Except for the greater reason for enthusiasm.

Aye, they do seem to be turning something over in their minds.

Perhaps they winded us.

No, I don't think so.

But they're frightened right enough.

Look, they're going!

Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute.

Let them get clear.

She's trying to tell you not to drink so much water, lad.

Would it be asking too much of you Peru,

to let the lass keep her mind on running away?

Come on, lad.

I've seen you working around to that.

You haven't seen me since we started.

Your eyes all the time on Nina.

I won't argue with you, but there'll be no more of it.

You're well protected, Horn!

Out of the way, you black ape!

- Bwana! - Stand back!

Bwana!

Stand away!

Come on!

They've gained on us!

Aye, we must split.

Split?

Aye, you three go on.

First Rencharo. Rencharo!

Take one of 'em. Where Ipanga meets Bitterwater.

Yes!

Well, what are you going to do?

I'm going back.

I'm going to lead them on the longest trail I've ever traveled.

Horn, let me go.

I've can run faster than you can.

So can a rabbit, lad.

But it takes an old dog Fox, to stay in front of those savages,

while Nina gets away.

Come on, lass.

Good luck, Horn.

Good luck, lad.

- Rencharo! - Bwana?

Go!

Go, Rencharo!

Black Skokie hound, what the devil are you doing here?

I'll teach you to disobey my orders.

You'll die in the midday one.

Oh, you'll die too, will you?

Come here.

Come on!

We've got to get to that island.

The vines!

Watch that croc, look out for your legs.

Come on aboard with me.

I wouldn't imagine you would look like a log.

Come on then.

Well, we made it.

Get up!

What's the matter? Did you go to sleep?

Come on.

Rencharo!

Rencharo.

Bwana, Bwana. You go.

Go! I wouldn't going to leave you behind, any more than I would leave my leg.

Steady, steady.

You'll be all right.

I'll carry you.

Bwana.

My brother.

Never mind your brother.

I won't have any other gun bearer, but you.

Hold my hand.

Rencharo. Rencharo.

I think soon we shall come to the river Rencharo tells us about.

River?

Yes, Nina.

The river.

Pigmies!

Aye, but Horne, you can't be starting off right away without resting at all.

Oh, I'm not feeling tired.

Well, at least wait for a day or two.

Likely they'll be coming along.

Me wait?

With nothing to do here but think.

Oh, St. Claire, not for me.

I'll be off.

Well, but Africa's a fair-sized island, you know, man.

You can't take the whole blazing concern of species by hand.

Well, I'll be going through part of it.

Aye, but not tonight.

Not with that lot of green loafers you've picked up.

I will. I'll kick some of them black images humpback.

Laddie?

Laddie!!

Hello!

Hello, Horn!

Well, lad.

So here you are.

Yes, I am here all right.

And Nina?

Yes, and Nina she is with me all the time.

Fine. How did you manage?

The Pygmies manage everything.

But for a while I tell you, my gizzards are terrible.

- Gizzards? - Gizzards, yes Nina.

You make out all right with these.

Oh, aye.

Well, it's sure fine to see you, lad.

Fine to see you, Horn.

Where is Rencharo?

Rencharo?

He took a spear the Asorgis meant for me.

Oh, Horn.

Aye, he was the finest gun boy in all of Africa.

I'm sorry.

Hey lad, weren't we the pair of fools?

Trading post, lass.

It's a great responsibility, lad.

We must get her up a little more respectable looking.

Hey, one of you monkeys, bring a blanket.

Here you are lass, wrap that around you.

That's alright Nina.

That's nothing. It's just a boat, Nina.

Don't be frightened.

That's all right. That's all right.

You'll have a fine time on the boat.

There, there. There, now.

Should we get her aboard now?

I don't think she'll be afraid anymore.

Come to think of it, lad, I won't be able to get away just now.

Oh, no?

Well, then we wait.

No, we can't put off the beginning of her education.

You bring her, lad.

You can take care of her fine.

Me?

She didn't learn that kissing from the pygmies, did she?

But, Horn, I can explain about that.

You can't explain the way of a man with a maid.

Especially a young man.

Hey lass, come on.

But Horn, we have no fun without you.

Look Horn, in my country, I have big estate for both of us.

You can manage my lazy peons and make us rich.

You're not tempting me at all, lad.

But I won't be forgetting your generous intention.

But, Horn, now...

Now, what would I be doing away from Africa?

Why, when you two people are a humdrum married couple,

I'll still be trading rivers where no white man ever dared to come before.

And I'll still be beholding the wonders of the jungle,

that never grow old before a man's eyes like a woman does.

No lad, I couldn't live away from them things.

Come on, here's your boat.

Goodbye, lad.

Good luck to you.

And to you, Horn.

No harm to kiss the bride, is there?

Goodbye, lass.

It's alright now, it's alright.

I'll be missing you, lad.

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