Adventure, July 1, 1928 — page 52: what you’re looking at

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CL he WHITE ELEPHANT A Story of the Teak Forests of Siam By CLARK BROCKMAN ILLIAM SOMMERFITELD, the British teak walla in charge of the work in the Me Mai concession of the Further India Corporation in North Siam, satin the campchair in frontof his tent. Beforehim stretched the dark walled avenue cut through the jungle a few months before by a wild tropical storm. Across its farther end flowed the Me Mai, still muddy from the recent rains. Ona high limb of a dead cottonwood tree rising from the opposite bank, two grotesque hornbills carried on their amours. Sommerfield stretched his long, angular 46 arms luxuriously and inhaled the opiate fragrance of the slender white blossoms of the dawk cham pee. He gazed at the patch of brown water down the avenue. A great teak log floated lazily on its muddy surface. A faint smile twitched the corners of his firm: mouth. He ran his long fingers through his thin, sandy hair. That log was a straggler. During the preceding forty-eight hours there had been a rain the like of which had not been heard of in years, and more than twenty thousand logs that had been lying in the dry bed of the stream for eight years had been floated out to the river and started comicloooks.com