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Freda, hold Bernard while Papa taps the w cery bill, “What say, folks,am I lat Ss into the Fiji Cafe ria, LET DOWN THE BARS AND MAKE JUDGE lady will shake a cooch that will make your teeth drop out. Safari By Cynthia Sockey The traveler, long, | a British, sighed with relief as the strange vehicle jolted to a kalt. Aching in every limb, he de- scended wearily to. the ground, Hardly had his belongings ap- peared from the interior of the equipage when they were clutched at by a score of ebony hands. The traveler flung a handful of silver to the grinning driver and turned for a last ¢ ance at the scene he was leaving, perhaps for ever. His eyes could scarcely pierce the blackness, and with a shrug, the traveler faced the ominous circle of blacks who stood around him, the night. seemed Is yeballs gleaming in ecting «two who than their fellows, the traveler indicated that they were to take his things and pre- cede him. ‘They picked up. the y burdens without effort, and the trio swung noiselessly into the darkness. he To the tired white man, the journey seemed. interminable. ley went up a steep slope, pro- ceeded on a level for a space, and then descended abruptly. Dim figures padded by in the obscur- ity, and far ahead a cluster of little lights danced to and fro. Suddenly the bearers stepped aside and gestured toward an aperture approached by — four steps. The traveler scrambled up with the blacks close behind. Now the way led through narrow passages, sometimes brown, some- times undulating green, with a soft resilience underfoot. One of the blacks pointed up- ward. Reluctantly the English- YOURSELVES AT HOME, GIRLS: URGED THE SWINEHERD fon the button for next week's qro for dinner?” cried the cannibal prince barging rice and Cleanliness Our Motto, cackled the King, “Everybody's eaten “You bet you are,” and for two dollars more, gents, the little man’s gaze followed the motion- less finger. What he would not have given for the revolver, cx lessly packed among his clothing But he did not falter; he turned upon the two and almost sereamed: . am [never to have a seth in these beastly American trains Unfortunately father made junior’s check out to “Bearer.” comicbooks.com