Avon Fantasy Reader No. 11 — page 68: what you’re looking at

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“You know that girl, Geelee, was pounding to make a big racket when she knew the wood-men were around.” And it suddenly occurred to Mogglesby that the universal subordination and cloistering of women originated far back in the history of the race to prevent them from attracting males of lower oc different species. No doubt the whole progress of humanity from ape to man depended upon the women being kept in caves that were sealed up with enormous stones. It was a thocoughly English notion. No American would ever have thought of such a thing. When the two Englishmen had Luomo in their own hut they entered at once on their project. They asked her again if she had found the wood- men and this time she admitted she had. Well, could she lead Mogglesby to the wood-men ? She could try. She knew where the wood-men stayed, but sometimes they went away. Well, if she should ask the wood-men not to kill Mogglesby would it be possible for the Englishman to go into the land of the hairy men and make a peace between them and the Baloongas? “Why do you want te do that, master?” inquired the woman, amazed. “Because as long as the Baloongas fight the wood-men, they will eat the wood-men; and as long as they eat wood-men, they will eat men. If I can stop one I can stop it aff.” “Master,” pondered the old woman shrewdly, “if they made peace would the wood-men stop stealing the Baloonga pirls?”’ “Certainly,” said Mogglesby. ‘That has been the cause of war betweea men and nations since time began.” There was a great deal more talk between the two. The povernor’s agent wanted to know whether there was some wood-man who had authority to make a treaty for the others, Luomo hesitated, then said there was. The Englishman asked who. The black woman beat about the bush, saying vaguely there was always some monkey in control of the others. “Well, look here,” objected Mogglesby, beginning to suspect from her manner that this whole matter of talking gorillas was apocryphal. “If you don’t know which one is in command, if you can’t pick him out—” “Oh, I can pick him out!"’ cried the woman. , How can you if you don’t know which one—” “I do know,” insisted the black woman gloomily. “He is Keckechex.” “Keckechex!”’ “Yes, that’s his name.” ° “Why did you hem and haw about it so?” inquired the white man, stilf reparding her doubtfully. Just then Mogglesby saw the doctor frowning and shaking his head and winking. This somehow in its turn annoyed the big man. “Well, what have you got to say about it?” he inquired of the little man. The doctor ejaculated— “Oh, nothing, nothing.” | He got up from where he was sitting on the floor of the hut, whistled aa 66 comicbooks.com