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It was a stirrin' picture. They was chased by headhunters, and one o'
these here big man-apes tackled 'em--what d'ye call that critter now?
Suthin' like ringin' a bell."
"Orang-outang," suggested Lawford.
"That's it. Sounds jest like the Baptist Meetin' House bell. It's
cracked."
"Them orang-outangs don't sound like no bell--not when they holler," put
in Cap'n Abe, leaning on his counter and staring at the tireless fishfly
again. "Cap'n Am'zon Silt, when he was ashore once't in Borneo, met one
o' them critters."
"Gosh all fishhooks!" ejaculated Milt. "Ain't there no place on this
green airth that brother o' yourn ain't been, Cap'n Abe?"
"He ain't never been in jail, Milt," said the storekeeper mildly, and the
assembly broke into an appreciative chuckle. It was well known that on
the last Fourth of July Milt Baker had been shut into the calaboose at
Paulmouth to sober up.
"As I was sayin'," pursued Cap'n Abe reflectively, "Cap'n Amazon went up
country with a Dutchman--a trader, I b'lieve he said the man was--and
they got into a part where the orang-outangs was plentiful.


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