Avon Fantasy Reader No. 11 — page 80: what you’re looking at

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one of the Arabian Nights, except, of course, the doctor's narrative sounded true. The transcriber of these notes sat for a long time staring out of the wine- shop into the white furnace of sunshine that beat down on the Belgian Congo. Grotesque fancies of unknowable pre-human millenniums drifted through his imagination. Was it possible the little doctor had stumbled un- wittingly upon the tragic force that had lifted man to his high estate? The doctor himself had toppled over in a gin-drugged sleep and could be aroused no more. The transcriber sat for a long time looking for a space at his senseless form, then out into the glare of the river. After awhile he got his notes together, wondering as he stuffed the sheets into his brief- case whether he had something true or false .. . However, as heretofore stated, on August 28th the uncivilized Baloongas came en masse from the Eastern province of British Baloongaland and became communicants of the Anglican church in the port of Ghandis. —T. Ss. 3 New York 438 comicbooks.com