42 IN AFRICA 



through snaky creepers. The afternoon sun slowly 

 sank toward the western horizon and 



The locomotive at this point of the story 

 screeched loudly. The wheels grated on the track 

 and my official friend leaped off the cow-catcher. 



"Here!" I shouted, "what's the finish of that 

 story?" 



"I'll tell you the rest the next time I see you," 

 he sang out, and so I don't know just how the story 

 ended. 



