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Friends,

I shall now take you with us

on an expedition
into the wilds of Africa

and endeavor to impart

something of the thrill
and wonder

with which we beheld
the marvels unfold.

Opening on a cheery note,

we first see the passengers
on the steamer for Mombasa

whiling away the time.

(cheerful music)

It was the last day aboard ship,

and we saw with a sense of awe

the red sun of Africa
sinking to rest.

Next morning at Mombasa,

the doorway
to the land of strange places,

people, and things.

Africa.

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We strolled through
the streets of the town,

noting the primitive methods,

the mode of transportation,

the quaint mixture
of natives and aliens.

A Hindu conjurer,

performing commonplace tricks
that assumed here

a mysterious flavor.

(playful music)

The wise boy.

He knows how it's done.

An experiment with eggs.

We found the beggar's
tricks diverting.

At least they helped
to pass the time away.

(lively music)

Two shy little members
of the audience.

The old cup-and-ball trick,
but with eggs.

Also, chickens.

Watch him tear them apart
and make two out of one.

Rather clever, we thought.

Wearying of the performance,

we wandered again

and the first day of heat
and unfamiliar life

came to an end.

Off for Nairobi at last.

On one side, the river;

on the other,
our first view of wild game,

the wildebeest.

On and on, the busy train
carrying us higher and higher

to the uplands.

Sable cows.

We found they were as speedy
as they were awkward.

(upbeat music)

And so we came to Nairobi,

where we outfitted our safari.

Now a bustling hive,

but 30 years ago,

Just a trading post
in the wilderness.

Primitive customs.

A town of strange mixtures.

Modern hotels, native huts.

Unlike any other community
in the world.

The heat played havoc

as you will observe.

Our safari was underway

The goods unloaded,
equipment complete,

we started the long trek
to the heart of adventure.

(lively music)

Our wagons had four wheels...

but no brakes.

Cranking his force.

On we went, nevertheless,

taking the bitter
with the sweet.

(exotic music)

It we were a bit soft yet

and decided we'd had enough
for the first day,

so we pitched camp.

The boys enjoyed
their chance to bathe

but should have been
a bit more particular

about their company.

Somebody yelled "Crocodile!”
and there was a scamper.

Two straggling warthogs
suggested a savory addition

to our provisions.

I missed.

I was a poor provider.

The natives attempted
to show us up

with their primitive weapons,

with no better success.

Until they resorted

The following morning,

we were told of
a man-eating crocodile

in the neighborhood

that had developed
an annoying appetite

for dark meat.

He had recently devoured a woman

from a neighboring tribe.

We saw one of the beasts
on the bank...

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and shot it.

A postmortem disclosed

he was the very one
we were after.

Much to the satisfaction
of the natives,

who all claimed the jewelry.

It looked like
a crocodile paradise.

We discovered a crocodile nest

with eggs seemingly
ready to hatch.

The old lady objected
to our presence, apparently.

Talk about your incubators.

Millions of baby crocodiles.

Harmless enough now,

but I fancy, not so pleasant
when they grow up.

The old lady and gentleman
resented our intrusion.

The crocodiles promised
an exciting day's sport.

We ran upon some natives
bent on the same sport.

However, they had
their own peculiar way,

and we watched with interest
as they baited their hooks.

Their method was a bit more
sportsmanlike than ours.

It at least gave the beasts
a fighting chance.

(lively music)

We soon became conscious
of a terrific, chattering noise

as if a million rattles
had been let loose,

and then suddenly
burst upon swarms of monkeys.

It was a real surprise to see
monkeys swimming like fish.

(playful music)

The little duffers seemed
extremely fond of lily-pods.

But the crocodiles evidently
were as fond of monkeys.

Some of the odd specimens
attracted us,

so we went ashore to secure
them for our collection.

The performance proved
so amusing,

we almost forgot
what we came for.

We baited some harmless traps
for their capture.

Mama and baby were watching
Father's foolish antics

from a place of safety.

Careful.

Look out!

Father's in trouble again.

Such a duffer.

Such torrid language.

I can't bear to look.

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Swayne was for the quickest way,

but I preferred
a less barbarous method.

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The little beggar proved
decidedly ungrateful.

In fact,
he gave me the raspberry.

Storm clouds began to gather,

so we hastened for the boats

to make camp
before the deluge came.

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It was a real tempest.

We soon learned, however,

that tropical storms end
as quickly as they begin.

(exotic music)

As an aftermath of the storm,

we encountered swollen streams
and muddy roads.

However, plenty of manpower
pulled us through.

During a halt,

our attention was attracted
by a sharp, barking sound

accompanied by
a most uncanny hissing,

a noise familiar to our boys,

who with glistening eyes
came to tell us

that it was a python
after his prey,

as you will observe.

Python meat is a decided
delicacy with the boys,

and they were anxious
we bag it for them.

After the capture, however,

it proved
such a wonderful specimen

that we decided
to keep it for the collection,

notwithstanding the grumblings
of our porters.

The python's tidbit
was a queer little creature

resembling a lemur.

He was such
an interesting specimen

that we determined
the python should be cheated

out of his dinner.

The python, however,

was as bent upon
securing his meal

as we were in preventing it.

The pop-eyed little beggar
was wishing us success.

The constricting powers
of a python

are dependent upon his obtaining

a secure tail hold.

He is quite helpless.

He lashed about furiously

as we tried to untwist
his tail from the limb.

Finally, we were forced
to cut down the limb.

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Mr. Python was soon caged

for shipment back home.

And Pop Eye became
quite a favorite in camp.

(upbeat music)

We now came upon
a native village

with children playing
in the narrow lanes

between the thatched huts.

In their habits, they were
very much the same children

as you would find anywhere else.

A primitive way
of preparing posho,

which is an important
item of food here.

The African husband,
not unlike some others,

believes in letting
the better half do the work.

({rhythmic music)

May I suggest, ladies,
that this is a wonderful

and efficient way of reducing?

You may observe
that many of the native women

are quite shapely.

Animal fat is used
by the natives

to grease their bodies

and also their
skin wearing apparel,

and while it keeps
their clothing

very soft and pliable,

I don't think the odor
would ever become

very popular here.

Even at play,

the young African is trained
to protect himself

from the dangers of the jungle.

We were the topic
of conversation,

we found out later

They wanted to know
if we would rid the vicinity

of a family of leopards
that were playing havoc

with their cattle.

The natives had not been
very successful

with their leopard trap,

and our headman recommended
some improvements.

(lively music)

We started out to track
the beasts to their lairs...

and ran upon
a leopard cub

playful as a domestic kitten.

The cry of a full-grown leopard
is about as unpleasant a sound

as one cares to hear.

It sent a chill down my spine

when I heard it
for the first time.

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I missed my shot.

The natives started
to drive the animal

from its hiding place
into the clear

so that I might get
another crack at it.

Out it came
like a flash of tawny light,

and I pulled the trigger.

There goes the other.

In they went...

and out they came.

The leopard, evidently,
couldn't take a joke.

Turned by a shot,
he made straight for the trap.

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With eyes like livid green fire,

it glared at us and snarled
as it was safely trussed up

and taken back to camp,

a living specimen
we were mighty glad to get.

Caged and ready for shipment

A beauty,
but furious at his confinement.

Rid of the menace,
there was joy in the village,

and a celebration and
ceremonial dance were in order.

Suggest the origin

of some of our
popular dances of the day.

(lively music)

African flappers.

Two dusky Adonises.

I was invariably impressed
by the amazing physiques

of these fellows.

Something of the weirdness
of Africa, still untamed,

was expressed in these dances.

These simple native hearts
seemed to hold

a dark knowledge
of hidden things

and strange mysteries,

beating like the tom-toms,

an unending rhythm
in the soul of the black.

Our safari again underway,

trekking along amidst
an ever-changing vista

of water, jungle,
mountains, and valleys.

The heat was terrific,

and our picture
suffered accordingly.

(somber music)

In the distance,

herds of antelope
and other game animals grazed,

standing out
against the skyline.

An impala fawn,

and:

The African buffalo.

He is considered
by all big game hunters

the most dangerous of beasts

Slow and majestic,

they can charge
with the speed of an arrow,

and woe betide the hunter
if his shot is misplaced.

The buffalo is both
tricky and vindictive.

These birds are cow heron,

which always accompany

We soon learned
that when we saw these birds,

we were close
to the African bison.

We were getting shy
of fresh meat,

so bagged an eland
to replenish our larder.

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We were

And again,
the seemingly endless march.

Many miles had been covered,

and we were drawing closer
to the land of big game.

A herd of roebucks

but not before we had obtained
a good camera shot.

And then we saw
a giant black head

with tiny ears above the water,

It was hippopotamus.

Like something unreal,

goggle-eyed, monstrous,

the hippos disported
in the waters of the lake.

They are nocturnal feeders

but spend their days
in the water,

The natives prize hippo meat
highly as food

and were anxious that we bag
a couple of the great beasts.

(dramatic music)

I tried a long shot.

Our dogs, headed by Scotty,

an Airedale
with a Viking's heart,

pursued the hippos and
got in the way of the guns.

But nothing could stop Scotty.

A second shot

and a tremendous
thrashing of the water

told of a hit.

Gleefully, the boys
rushed to the task

of dragging the monsters
from the lake.

(somber music)

They sprang upon the dead hippo

and rode him ashore,

for all the world like children
ridding a hobbyhorse.

A native delicacy,
and plenty of it.

There was now no lack
of fresh meat in camp.

These are the African Sable.

(mellow music)

We had now reached the country

where game of every sort
abounded.

Eland kept friendly company
with zebra,

wildebeest, kongoni,

and many other
of the fleet-footed variety.

We saw a herd of buffalo
grazing in the high grass.

Realizing their vindictiveness,

we were decidedly wary,

keeping downwind
as we set up our cameras.

At any moment, they might
get wind of us and charge.

This old fellow calmly
turned his back upon us,

and with supreme indifference,
walked away.

While perhaps unflattering,

we were nevertheless
quite relieved

at his lack of interest.

The herd finally
caught our scent

and started to run.

(grand music)

Here we encountered
impala, steinbuck,

and several other varieties
of the gazelle

and antelope families.

We had reached
an animal paradise.

Grotesque baboons stalked with
their curious crooked tails

across our vision.

(playful music)

Coming was one
of my greatest thrills:

my first view of giraffe
in their native wilds.

This creature has no defense

save his keen hearing and sight.

He has no vocal cords

and therefore can make no sound.

At the first sign of danger,
he runs to a nearby tree,

where his color
acts as a camouflage.

But driven to bay
or in defense of its young,

a giraffe has been known
to cut a lion to pieces

with his sharp hooves.

One of these animals was
at least 20 feet in height.

They have an awkward lope

but can cover plenty of ground.

One of most beautiful shots
we made on the entire trip.

Seemingly,
he was not at all afraid

but merely curious.

Our old friend again,
the foolish wildebeest,

called "the buffoon
of the plains."

(dramatic music)

Deeper and deeper we penetrated

toward the beating heart
of Africa,

leaving the Equator
and the terrific heat behind,

climbing ever upward
into the regions

which have not yet
been too much overrun

by the white man.

We made camp on the shores
of a beautiful lake.

Beyond, great mountain ranges
lifted to the sky,

brooding over the secrets

hidden in the shadows
of the jungle,

the deep-cleft ravines,
and the far-reaching plains.

Zebras and some tommies...

short for
Thomson's gazelle.

Just a lone ostrich.

But from indications,

she won't be lonely long.

For some unknown reason,

all other creatures
leave the water hole

when an ostrich comes to drink.

(mellow music)

Though we hated to shoot zebra,

we were running short
of fresh meat

and wanted a good skin besides.

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We brought down a good specimen.

The natives took
what they wished...

we removed the hide,

and the scavengers of the air
got the rest.

The last of the zebra,
save for the bones.

We struck a period of heat
that was unexpected.

Our film suffered,
as you may observe.

Then, a thrill of thrills
awaited us,

the presence of rhinoceros.

Rhinos are stupid beasts

and usually attend strictly
to their own business.

But once aroused, they are
mean customers to deal with.

There was a moment
of indecision.

What would the rhinos do?

The creatures are
very shortsighted,

but their smell,
or sense of smell,

Is decidedly keen.

The cow and bull came on
toward the camera...

and I turned one
with a lucky shot.

It was a moment
of tremendous excitement

for all concerned.

Off they go, and we in pursuit.

(tense music)

Hidden away in the thickets

one of them badly wounded.

It was up to us

Worried by our dogs,

Scotty as usual
in the foreground

was caught by the sharp,
long horn of the rhino

and tossed 50 feet in the air,

It was his last charge.

(somber music)

The orphan.

Rather a husky infant

and decidedly unfriendly.

(playful music)

A bit awkward for a pet,

but a cute little beggar.

The first step toward preserving

the hide of the rhino.

(dramatic music)

And the ever-present vultures
again on the job.

On the trek again,
with baby following.

(lively music)

Ed Joyce, our chief cameraman,

made a wager with Swayne

that he could pitch the tent
in 30 seconds.

With a trick of the camera.

Some speed, eh what?

The bane of our safari
was Swayne's radio.

He never lost an opportunity
to inflict it upon us.

Someday, he said,
he would get Hollywood.

(Quirky music)

"Wait a minute,

the infernal machine.

And he'd have done it, too,

but Swayne showed
a burst of temperament.

(playful music)

The natives had heard, however,

and began arriving
to listen to the white man's

strange devil instrument.

Swayne brought out
his phonograph recorder

with which we tried to record
the speech of the natives.

When it played back,

the natives decided
that we were wizards indeed

and listened with amazement
to their own voices

coming from the mysterious horn.

They were not so much
frightened as stupefied

by astonishment.

When they heard it,

they wanted to crawl in to see

where the mysterious sounds

(recorded voice sings a melody)

The night,

and the voice of the jungle,

with all its medley of sounds.

(creatures roaring,
grunting, and bellowing)

(dramatic music)

The next morning,

the lions were reported
in a donga close by,

and a cautious search
brought us to a clearing,

where we started
building our blinds.

(lively music)

Our telescopic lens
gave us some fine close-ups.

We put a heifer in for bait.

(dramatic music)

The natives started to beat
the beast into the clear

to give us a better chance
with our cameras.

Through the thick underbrush,

the lions were now
plainly visible.

We wounded this big beast.

He ran for the clear,
with the natives in pursuit.

We knew we had hurt him,

and it is one of
the unwritten laws of hunters

to finish a wounded beast.

Friends, please watch closely
what soon follows.

Things happened so quickly
that when the smoke cleared

and the excitement was over,

we had one
badly wounded cameraman

and a terribly mauled
fellow hunter,

who survived only seven weeks
after the attack.

The tragedy left its mark
on all of us.

(dramatic music)

Our cameraman Ed Joyce
was on the job,

and exhibited more steel nerve
with his camera

than I did with my gun.

The natives were beating
the bush on all sides

and the bewildered beast
didn't know which way to turn.

Joyce never left his post.

He looked around
every now and then

to see if I was backing him up.

"Look out, Ed, he's coming!"

Two females came charging out

and one caught Carrol
unprepared.

(roaring)

(somber music)

After our wounded
were cared for,

we found we had bagged
the largest lion

ever taken in this region.

He weighed 608 pounds

and measured nine feet
from the tip of his nose

to the tip of his tail.

From the natives,

we learned
that these two monsters

were noted man-eaters

and had accounted
for many natives

in this district.

It was well rid of them:.

(exotic music)

The Lion Dance,

celebrating the Kill.

The natives cover themselves
with the skin of the beast

and so imbibe,

the courage of the lion.

The African native
is very emotional.

The only way he gives vent
to his emotion

is by dancing.

Be it grief, sorrow,
or happiness,

he dances,

and how he dances.

Such a dance must be seen
to be fully appreciated.

But this camera record
gives a very adequate idea

of the strangeness
of the ceremony.

The water hole,

where we camped
for several months

to get specimens and photographs

of the animals.

Animals of every sort
came down to drink.

Kongoni, impala,
gazelles, and others.

A water hole seems to be
under a perpetual

flag of truce,

and the lion and lamb
literally lie down together.

From our blinds, we watched
the arrival of monkeys,

mostly baboons,

as well as giraffes,

which seemed to consort
in friendly fashion

with the apes.

(playful music)

An animal convention.

Delegates arriving.

Apparently,
the big ape was chairman.

Dissenting members walking out.

Three lobbyists discussing
the questions of the day.

Teaching the baby giraffe

Soon, a loud trumpeting told us

the elephants
had caught our scent.

The convention was in disorder.

We encountered a nomadic tribe,

wandering natives
with their earthly belongings

beasts of burden.

As inquiries told us we were
nearing the Ingagi country,

we noticed our boys
becoming uneasy.

Several had deserted,

and we began to suspect.

(somber music)

Again, those aerial scavengers

telling of the presence

Another scavenger,
the despised hyena.

(hyena howling)

(dramatic music)

The abandoned village
was a scene of desolation.

(hyena howling)

A few shots after him

as he scurried across the plain.

Another grave robber,
the armadillo,

who feasts upon the dead.

All together,
it was a merry little spot

we picked to stop at.

If there was a spot on Earth
that God forgot,

this was it.

In the phantom village,

we again encountered
elephant spoor

and determined to go after
the big tusker.

Meanwhile, Captain Swayne
came across an animal

of such queer character

that no one could
give a name to it.

It seemed like a cross between
an armadillo and a tortoise,

so Swayne called it
a tortadillo.

So far as we have been able
to learn,

it is a species
hitherto unknown to science.

We handled the creature
with interest,

until it happened
to snap at a dog.

In about three minutes,
the dog was dead.

After that, we gave
the venomous devil

a wide berth.

(dramatic music)

Another tribe of nomads...

and more elephant tracks.

We came upon a herd
of the great brutes

taking a bath in the lake.

The big bull
was the finest specimen

we had so far run across,

and we were anxious to get him.

The herd lumbered
through the forest,

tearing up trees and
amusing themselves generally.

(majestic music)

They got our scent,

and the big tusker ploughed
away through the tall grass

like a vast ironclad
of the plains.

Two shots with the elephant gun
proved ineffective.

Finally, a vital shot...

(dramatic music)

and the big fellow came down

with a crash
that made the earth quake.

His tusks weighed
134 pounds each.

The swift current cost us
three of our mules.

But it's an ill wind
that don't blow somebody good.

Swayne's radio set
went with one of the mules.

A roaring sound now told us

that we were at
the great Thompson's Falls,

an impressive
and beautiful sight.

(water roaring)

In this village,

we heard two interesting
pieces of information.

One, that there was a tribe
of pygmies near at hand;

the other regarding
the gorillas,

Ingagi, they call them.

We were soon to come upon
our most amazing adventure.

Had now deserted.

Cutting our way through
the dense underbrush,

we were conscious
of being watched

by hundreds of invisible eyes.

(dramatic music)

We caught a glimpse
of the little fellows,

wild as March hares.

(fanciful music)

They lived on grubs
and were digging them

from inside the bark
of dead trees.

To tempt them into the open,

but they were as shy
as a bevy of debutantes.

They were rather interested
in the beads, however...

and it proved tempting bait,

as we got a few camera shots
of the little beggars.

Then they were off like the wind

and we never caught
another glimpse of them.

Months of weary trekking
brought us near

the mysterious region
beyond the Kivu country

of the Belgian Congo.

Through the trees
in the saddleback

between the volcanic mountains,

we caught sight of what
seemed like human beings

and gigantic apes.

(dramatic music)

At last we had penetrated
into the heart

of the Ingagi country,

where no white man
had ever been before.

Everywhere,
there were strange sounds,

mysterious rustling
of the underbrush,

chattering that seemed
both human and animal.

We were soon to be thrilled
by what met our gaze:

a company of women, unclothed.

Apparently living like animals,

shy as rhebok
and fleet as antelope.

Could these tales be true?

Tales we had regarded as
mere legend of a native tribe,

lowest of all
in the scale of humanity.

Stories of their strange
traffic with the great apes,

creatures scarcely less
intelligent than themselves.

(somber music)

In the background,

you will see a gigantic Ingagi

accompanying the women.

One had a child
hugged to her breast,

a strange-looking child,

seemingly more ape than human.

Dimly like figures
from a nightmare,

they stole through the forest
while we watched,

hardly daring to breathe.

The many types of great apes
gathered in this very place

suggested that this might be

the veritable
cradle of humanity.

The male gorilla, we found,

builds his nest
at the foot of a tree,

sending his family
into the branches

for greater security
against the ravening

jungle leopards,

which are especially fond
of ape meat.

(dramatic music)

We watched and photographed.

Into the dense underbrush
we penetrated,

expecting at any moment
that the gorilla

or some of his companions
would pounce upon us.

We wanted this giant specimen,
alive if possible.

He resented our attentions.

We followed him to his cave.

At last, the animal vanished
into the cleft of the mountain

and we proceeded
to smoke him out.

Three great apes
made for the brush.

For a time, they eluded us...

but we soon found them

in the treetops.

Overcome by the fumes,

the big Ingagi
was easily netted.

(frantic music

But holding him
was another matter.

His strength was appalling.

He threw our boys around
like so many tenpins.

Maddened by our pursuit,

he charged us...

upsetting the camera

and almost destroying
the amazing film record

we had obtained.

(mellow music)

And I don't mind saying

a bit unnerved

by our first encounter
with the Ingagi,

we returned to camp.

That night, we heard
strange sounds coming

from the nearby village.

Tom-toms and weird chantings.

Great bonfires
illuminating the scene.

(drums beating)

We beheld a strange
and fantastic vision.

Our headman made inquiries
and reported.

To our amazement,

he told us that
this was the night

the tribe sacrificed
a woman to the Ingagi.

Dressed as a gorilla,

strange, painted creatures
hovering over him,

glistening, naked bodies
and painted faces,

like something out of
an opium smoker's dream.

The ceremony continued.

In the early morning,
with our cameras,

we prepared to obtain pictures
of whatever might take place.

We were ready to believe
almost anything now.

(dramatic music)

And here is what we be held.

We saw the woman,

seated on a log, apparently
resigned to her fate.

We followed with the cameras,

but little suspecting
what was in store for us.

The brute pounced upon her

and she screamed
like one possessed.

(frantic music

Webster thought of nothing
but his picture.

To me, the whole thing
smacked of something inhuman.

The gorilla was dragging
the woman through the thicket.

Three times,
Swayne attempted to shoot

but each time was deterred
by the cameraman,

who wanted to get it all.

But the limit had been reached,

and at last, he fired.

While the gorilla
is seldom the aggressor,

he was now being robbed
of his legitimate prey

and was prepared to fight
to the last ditch.

(dramatic music)

Dropping the woman,
he came on with roars

that seemed to shake
the very earth.

His struggle with death
was awesome.

With almost human
screams of agony,

he twisted and turned

and at last lay still.

And then the natives came,

but their respect
for the creature

was indicated
by the care of their approach.

He weighed 602 pounds
and stood 6-feet-1

and measured
eight feet and four inches

from the tip of the fingers 3

to the tips of the other.

And then we beheld
a last strange vision,

as we watched in the thicket
where the fallen Ingagi lay.

Out of the shadows crept one
of the queer, half-human women,

who gazed upon the dead monster,

lifted its arms
and let them fall again,

seemingly unable to comprehend.

And then, catching
the click of the camera,

she fled into the jungle.

(intensely dramatic music)