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By CARL HAVERLIN HEN the _ Pittfield expedition started on its slow trip up the Congo to the Mobangi, Jan Nord- vek, botanist, and Genaro Aquilar, taxider- mist, were friends. When the main body left them at the base camp, one -hundred miles north and west of the Mobangi, they were still friends. — _ Just when and how the trouble occurred would be hard to say, although any one of the expedition would swear it floated from the Valley of Sounds on the damnable music that none of us will ever forget. On the last two nights of the upmarch our bearers had pricked their ears at a strange rumble and dropped hints that many devil- devils were roaring in anticipation of our coming. We attributed the sounds to vol- canic origin or some undiscovered falls. But we found that the blacks were right, as they usually are. By some innate sense they know. We arrived at the Valley of Sounds about midday and decided to make camp, rest for a few days, repack some of our specimens and cache those that might be injured by such travel as we knew lay before us. After lunch, Holcomb and Whistler said they would take a look-see and started down one of the little trails that twisted into the jungle. They turned and waved before they entered the dank growth. That was the last we saw of them until the next morning. [I still shudder when I think of their return. At sundown, Keith, who was chief of the outfit, wanted to send a search party after the two boys, but before it could be organ- ized such hellish sounds came pouring out of the valley that I could only think of a §96 Eomichbooks.co