OH, SHOOT! 



Our arrival caused a sensation, for Salis- 

 bury, with rare inspiration, had opened the 

 flag lockers and decked the Wisdom from stem 

 to stern with the yachtsman's panoply. We 

 came to anchor in an impressive silence, 

 observed by many pairs of black eyes. As we 

 were getting out the small boats, several dug- 

 outs, manned by naked boys, put off and cir- 

 cled us at a respectful distance. These canoes 

 were amazing. Some were so huge as to 

 dwarf their tiny occupants; others seemed no 

 larger than gravy boats or pickle dishes, and 

 in these latter sat babies. 



Our camera man rushed to the rail, but at 

 sight of the camera and its terrifying glass 

 eye the youngsters squalled loudly and spat- 

 tered shoreward like a brood of wild ducklings. 

 Victor, now a man of importance, landed us 

 in the dinghy, for Governor Huertado was 

 waiting. 



Cardi reminded me of pictures of Papuan 

 villages. Huge steep - roofed houses were 

 crushed side by side; in an open landing place 

 the inhabitants had gathered, and they eyed 

 us curiously, coldly, as we approached. The 

 men were short, broad-shouldered, capable; 

 the women were of pygmy size, and every other 



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