Norwell High School - Shipbuilder Yearbook (Norwell, MA)

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The Legend of the Man-eating Plant While working as a photographer for an exploring agency, I was assigned to go to we worked our way a month of travel Lake Victoria, we undergrowth I had the Land of the Man-eating Plants. Starting at Brava of Italian East Africa. After Territory. As we moved toward of the thickest and darkest tedious and we made little time. across the rugged terrain we reached the Tanganyika pushed south through some ever seen. Traveling was When we finally reached the Ujiji Territory, we were greeted by Chief Elk Head. He offered carriers to help us move more swiftly to the Belgian Congo. He said that his carriers would guide us within five miles of our destination. We were glad to accept his offer and immediately proceeded on our journey. We crossed the Yahu River in dugout canoesg but the current has strong, so we ended our portage three miles below our proposed point. At dawn on the ninety-first day of travel we were only five miles from the mysterious land. As Chief Elk Head had predicted, the superstitious natives left us at this point and returned to the camp in the midst of the Belgian Congo to await OLII' return. After assistant, of the man-eating preparing the morning meal, Baboa, my guide, and Happy my went scouting. When they did not return at a set time, a legend plants began to bother my thoughts. The legend, as told by the chief, is simply that anyone who enters this land will never leave. I readied my photography paraphernalia, and still there was no sign of my companions. Finally, I went looking for my friends. I paused now and then to call but received no answer. Soon I came to a stretch of soft ground where I found tracks. I followed these impressions until I came to a dense system of jungle vines. Breaking through, I saw bush plants growing here and there. Moving swiftly toward the larger plants, I saw what was left of my friends. Their bodies were three-quarters eaten by these perfidious vines. As I turned to leave, I felt something grab my foot. Looking down, I saw long tentacles of the vile green plant winding itself around my foot. The harder I labored the tighter this monstrosity squeezed. It was useless to struggle. Already the juice from the plant was working at my bootsg I knew I did not have much time. I emptied the shells from my gun. with my teeth I removed the powder from the shells and cram ed it into a tube. After compressing the powder, I used a thread from my shoelace for fuse, A8 I placed the explosive near the root of the plant, I was conscious that the deadly acid was seeping through my boot. In seconds I felt the plant begin to sting and burn my foot. Fortunately, my device was sure: the explosive went off, and I was released. Somehow I managed to get back to the camp. Bill Hegener H55 My Car The block is cracked, The gas line leaks, Hasn't had a The tires are fine, but air seeps through. change of oil in weeks. I almost forgot--the springs are shot too. rift! The hood is bent, The top's caved in, Fl j lg Rain pours down where a w1ndow's been. XX -Y A fender's gone, but I don't care-- - The muffler sounds like a grizzly bear. The clutch it slips The brakes won't hold, W Upholstery's covered with layers of mold. But why should I fret and tear my hair? llwlilm I ain't plannin' on goin' nowhere. yw 'f' H I BS 1 ian? If Richard Long 55 gnml 15 1' 1

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