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black boys with us were ready to beach the boat and 

 take a chance on being marooned. I am frank to say 

 that I had about reached the same state of mind. 

 But not Osa. She picked up her gun and held it on 

 our mutinous crew. "I'll shoot the first boy that 

 goes over the side," she told them. And the tone 

 of her voice showed she meant it. 



Do you wonder I hate to see the way women in 

 America are so often pampered and spoiled when I 

 know how fine they are underneath their surface 

 polish. 



Many a doctor has told me that a normal woman's 

 endurance is the equal of any man her age. I have 

 seen Osa come in scores of times after a hard day in 

 the field when I could hardly drag one foot after the 

 other, and go to work in the kitchen seeing that the 

 evening meal is being cooked right. 



After a visit to Australia and the Malay Peninsula, 

 with some exciting times in Borneo, we finally dnfted 

 down into Africa. There I chose a permanent field 

 for my future work, which is preservation of wild life 

 in film form. Africa is the last large unspoiled 

 country where one can find game as it was before 

 mankind spread around the globe, ruthlessly driving 

 all life before him. 



By this time Osa was thoroughly imbued with a 

 love for the outdoors. She was a better shot than I, 

 got along splendidly with natives and loved travelling 



