Far-Out Safari

Far-Out SafariThe Number-one Boy, Manolo, was suddenly a whirling, twisting, leaping demon. He was wearing a gray baboonhide cloak and a pair of bushbuck horns on his head. War rattles clanked on his piston-pounding legs and he flourished a wildebeest-tail fly whisk, embroidered with magic beads. He had clamped a war whistle between his teeth, and occasionally blew piercing blasts. Another chap--the cook, I think--was blowing mightily on a kudu horn. Another--perhaps the room boy?--was dressed i...