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weeks later the natives of the expedition were at work putting up a civilized home on the shore of that wilderness lake deep in Africa. In a short time a regular village graced the spot. There were cottages with thatched roofs for the natives ; a mess shack ; and storehouses. The house itself was not so primitive. It had a great living room with an open fireplace, a modern kitchen, yes, and a bathroom — the only one within five hundred miles. A vegetable garden completed the homey atmosphere, and in due time it yielded quantities of corn, potatoes, carrots, cucumbers, watermelons and so on.
With his base established Johnson began exploring the neighborhood. Elephants were found right around the camp and at night they raided his garden for sweet potatoes. One day a native came into camp with news that a herd of elephants was feeding nearby. Five minutes later Johnson and Osa were on the way accompanied by their gunbearers and camera boys.
THE huge beasts were out in the open. There were three big cows, two bulls, and two baby elephants ; and they were in position for an excellent run of film. The cameras were set up. The animals went on feed
ing, undisturbed. To get some action in the picture Johnson took his rifle and went forward, while his wife turned the crank.
There was no cover in case the beasts charged, and he walked gingerly toward the herd. One of the bulls was a young tusker. Scenting danger he trumpeted loudly; his trunk snaked up and his ears spread out; and with a furious grunt he charged.
Johnson turned and ran. Behind him, gaining with every step, the enraged elephant pounded ; and at his heels came the rest of the stampeding herd. Johnson swerved away from the camera where his wife was cranking automatically, her eyes wide with apprehension. As he did so she let go the crank, grabbed her rifle from the hands of the gunbearer and fired. Her shot did not drop the elephant, but it turned him. Kicking up a cloud of dust he swung about. The other elephants turned too, and in a few moments were out of sight.
Back at-the camp Johnson found that the picture of the stampeding herd was clear and vivid. He did all of his developing right in the laboratory he had fitted up at Lake Paradise.
To help him in his developing work Martin trained a young Kikuyu tribesman. But in the warmth of the dark room he found the stink of the black boy's body particularly offensive.
"Why don't you take a bath?" Martin grunted at him one day.
"God made water for hippo, not for black man," the Kikuyu explained.
"But you, you smell to high heaven !"
"Bwana," said the black boy, "to the black man, you smell too, and very bad. Even the elephant don't like your smell."
HP HE shores of the lake were populated with rhinoceJL ri. They were mean customers, and when they charged there were three ways of evading sure death: shoot to kill, dive to one side (Continued on page 97)
(Left) The film laboratory at the Lake Paradise home of the Johnsons. Mr. Johnson does all his own developing. (Lower left) The sort of pleasant surprise the Johnsons may run into at any time they step out of the door of their African home. (Below) The one animal which is just naturally high-collar.
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