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Ken Ward in the Jungle - ebook

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Ken Ward in the Jungle - ebook

An interesting read. Ken and Hal go canoeing in Mexico. The writing has a very early 20th century feel to it, it almost feels as though I’m watching an old classic movie on Saturday afternoon. It provides a curious insight into the beginnings of writing adventure novels.

Kategoria: Classic Literature
Język: Angielski
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ISBN: 978-83-8136-765-3
Rozmiar pliku: 2,7 MB

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Contents

1. The Prize

2. The Home Of The Tarpon

3. An Indian Boatman

4. At The Jungle River

5. The First Camp

6. Wilderness Life

7. Running The Rapids

8. The First Tiger-Cat

9. In The White Water

10. Lost!

11. An Army Of Snakes

12. Catching Strange Fish

13. A Turkey-Hunt

14. A Fight With A Jaguar

15. The Vicious Garrapatoes

16. Field Work Of A Naturalist

17. A Mixed-Up Tiger-Hunt

18. Watching A Runway

19. Adventures With Crocodiles

20. Treed By Wild Pigs

21. The Leaping Tarpon

22. Stricken Down

23. Out Of The JungleI. THE PRIZE

“What a change from the Arizona desert!”

The words broke from the lips of Ken Ward as he leaned from the window of the train which was bearing his brother and himself over the plateau to Tampico in Tamaulipas, the southeastern state of Mexico. He had caught sight of a river leaping out between heavily wooded slopes and plunging down in the most beautiful waterfall he had ever seen.

“Look, Hal,” he cried.

The first fall was a long white streak, ending in a dark pool; below came cascade after cascade, fall after fall, some wide, others narrow, and all white and green against the yellow rock. Then the train curved round a spur of the mountain, descended to a level, to be lost in a luxuriance of jungle growth.

It was indeed a change for Ken Ward, young forester, pitcher of the varsity nine at school, and hunter of lions in the Arizona canyons. Here he was entering the jungle of the tropics. The rifles and the camp outfit on the seat beside his brother Hal and himself spoke of coming adventures. Before them lay an unknown wilderness–the semi-tropical jungle. And the future was to show that the mystery of the jungle was stranger even than their imaginings.

It was not love of adventure alone or interest in the strange new forest growths that had drawn Ken to the jungle. His uncle, the one who had gotten Ken letters from the Forestry Department at Washington, had been proud of Ken’s Arizona achievements. This uncle was a member of the American Geographical Society and a fellow of the New York Museum of Natural History. He wanted Ken to try his hand at field work in the jungle of Mexico, and if that was successful, then to explore the ruined cities of wild Yucatan. If Ken made good as an explorer his reward was to be a trip to Equatorial Africa after big game. And of course that trip meant opportunity to see England and France, and, what meant more to Ken, a chance to see the great forests of Germany, where forestry had been carried on for three hundred years.

In spite of the fact that the inducement was irresistible, and that Ken’s father was as proud and eager as Ken’s uncle to have him make a name for himself, and that Hal would be allowed to go with him, Ken had hesitated. There was the responsibility for Hal and the absolute certainty that Hal could not keep out of mischief. Still Ken simply could not have gone to Mexico leaving his brother at home broken-hearted.

At last the thing had been decided. It was Hal’s ambition to be a naturalist and to collect specimens, and the uncle had held out possible recognition from the Smithsonian Institution at Washington. Perhaps he might find a new variety of some animal to which the scientists would attach his name. Then the lad was passionately eager to see Ken win that trip to Africa. There had been much study of maps and books of travel, science, and natural history. There had been the most careful instruction and equipment for semi- tropical camp life. The uncle had given Ken valuable lessons in map-drawing, in estimating distance and topography, and he had indicated any one of several rivers in the jungle belt of Mexico. Traversing one hundred miles of unknown jungle river, with intelligent observation and accurate reports, would win the prize for Ken Ward. Now the race was on. Would Ken win?

Presently the train crossed a bridge. Ken Ward had a brief glance at clear green water, at great cypress-trees, gray and graceful with long, silvery, waving moss, and at the tangled, colorful banks. A water-fowl black as coal, with white-crested wings, skimmed the water in swift wild flight, to disappear up the shady river-lane. Then the train clattered on, and, a mile or more beyond the bridge, stopped at a station called Valles. In the distance could be seen the thatched palm-leaf huts and red-tiled roofs of a hamlet.

The boys got out to stretch their legs. The warm, sweet, balmy air was a new and novel thing to them. They strolled up and down the gravel walk, watching the natives. Hal said he rather liked the looks of their brown bare feet and the thin cotton trousers and shirts, but he fancied the enormous sombreros were too heavy and unwieldy. Ken spoke to several pleasant-faced Mexicans, each of whom replied: “No sabe, Señor.”

The ticket agent at the station was an American, and from the way he smiled and spoke Ken knew he was more than glad to see one of his own kind. So, after Ken had replied to many questions about the States, he began to ask some of his own.

“What’s the name of the waterfall we passed?”

“Micas Falls,” replied the agent.

“And the river?”

“It’s called the Santa Rosa.”

“Where does it go?”

The agent did not know, except that it disappeared in the jungle. Southward the country was wild. The villages were few and all along the railroad; and at Valles the river swung away to the southwest.

“But it must flow into the Panuco River,” said Ken. He had studied maps of Mexico and had learned all that it was possible to learn before he undertook the journey.

“Why, yes, it must find the Panuco somewhere down over the mountain,” answered the agent.

“Then there are rapids in this little river?” asked Ken, in growing interest.

“Well, I guess. It’s all rapids.”

“How far to Tampico by rail?” went on Ken.

“Something over a hundred miles.”

“Any game in the jungle hereabouts–or along the Santa Rosa?” continued Ken.

The man laughed, and laughed in such a way that Ken did not need his assertion that it was not safe to go into the jungle.

Whereupon Ken Ward became so thoughtful that he did not hear the talk that followed between the agent and Hal. The engine bell roused him into action, and with Hal he hurried back to their seats. And then the train sped on. But the beauty of Micas Falls and the wildness of the Santa Rosa remained with Ken. Where did that river go? How many waterfalls and rapids did it have? What teeming life must be along its rich banks! It haunted Ken. He wanted to learn the mystery of the jungle. There was the same longing which had gotten him into the wild adventures in Penetier Forest and the Grand Canyon country of Arizona. And all at once flashed over him the thought that here was the jungle river for him to explore.

“Why, that’s the very thing,” he said, thinking aloud.

“What’s wrong with you,” asked Hal, “talking to yourself that way?”

Ken did not explain. The train clattered between green walls of jungle, and occasionally stopped at a station. But the thought of the jungle haunted him until the train arrived at Tampico.

Ken had the name of an American hotel, and that was all he knew about Tampico. The station was crowded with natives. Man after man accosted the boys, jabbering excitedly in Mexican. Some of these showed brass badges bearing a number and the word Cargodore.

“Hal, I believe these fellows are porters or baggage-men,” said Ken. And he showed his trunk check to one of them. The fellow jerked it out of Ken’s hand and ran off. The boys ran after him. They were relieved to see him enter a shed full of baggage. And they were amazed to see him kneel down and take their trunk on his back. It was a big trunk and heavy. The man was small and light.

“It’ll smash him!” cried Hal.

But the little cargodore walked off with the trunk on his back. Then Ken and Hal saw other cargodores packing trunks. The boys kept close to their man and used their eyes with exceeding interest. The sun was setting, and the square, colored buildings looked as if they were in a picture of Spain.

“Look at the boats–canoes!” cried Hal, as they crossed a canal.

Ken saw long narrow canoes that had been hollowed out from straight tree- trunks. They were of every size, and some of the paddles were enormous. Crowds of natives were jabbering and jostling each other at a rude wharf.

“Look back,” called Hal, who seemed to have a hundred eyes.

Ken saw a wide, beautiful river, shining red in the sunset. Palm-trees on the distant shore showed black against the horizon.

“Hal, that’s the Panuco. What a river!”

“Makes the Susquehanna look like a creek,” was Hal’s comment.

The cargodore led the boys through a plaza, down a narrow street to the hotel. Here they were made to feel at home. The proprietor was a kindly American. The hotel was crowded, and many of the guests were Englishmen there for the tarpon- fishing, with sportsmen from the States, and settlers coming in to take up new lands. It was pleasant for Ken and Hal to hear their own language once more. After dinner they sallied forth to see the town. But the narrow dark streets and the blanketed natives stealing silently along were not particularly inviting. The boys got no farther than the plaza, where they sat down on a bench. It was wholly different from any American town. Ken suspected that Hal was getting homesick, for the boy was quiet and inactive.

“I don’t like this place,” said Hal. “What’d you ever want to drag me way down here for?”

“Humph! drag you? Say, you pestered the life out of me, and bothered Dad till he was mad, and worried mother sick to let you come on this trip.”

Hal hung his head.

“Now, you’re not going to show a streak of yellow?” asked Ken. He knew how to stir his brother.

Hal rose to the attack and scornfully repudiated the insinuation. Ken replied that they were in a new country and must not reach conclusions too hastily.

“I liked it back up there at the little village where we saw the green river and the big trees with the gray streamers on them,” said Hal.

“Well, I liked that myself,” rejoined Ken. “I’d like to go back there and put a boat in the river and come all the way here.”

Ken had almost unconsciously expressed the thought that had been forming in his mind. Hal turned slowly and looked at his brother.

“Ken, that’d be great–that’s what we came for!”

“I should say so,” replied Ken.

“Well?” asked Hal, simply.

That question annoyed Ken. Had he not come south to go into the jungle? Had he come with any intention of shirking the danger of a wild trip? There was a subtle flattery in Hal’s question.

“That Santa Rosa River runs through the jungle,” went on Hal. “It flows into the Panuco somewhere. You know we figured out on the map that the Panuco’s the only big river in this jungle. That’s all we want to know. And, Ken, you know you’re a born boatman. Why, look at the rapids we’ve shot on the Susquehanna. Remember that trip we came down the Juniata? The water was high, too. Ken, you can take a boat down that Santa Rosa!”

“By George! I believe I can,” exclaimed Ken, and he thrilled at the thought.

“Ken, let’s go. You’ll win the prize, and I’ll get specimens. Think what we’d have to tell Jim Williams and Dick Leslie when we go West next summer!”

“Oh, Hal, I know–but this idea of a trip seems too wild.”

“Maybe it wouldn’t be so wild.”

In all fairness Ken could not deny this, so he kept silent.

“Ken, listen,” went on Hal, and now he was quite cool. “If we’d promised the Governor not to take a wild trip I wouldn’t say another word. But we’re absolutely free.”

“That’s why we ought to be more careful. Dad trusts me.”

“He trusts you because he knows you can take care of yourself, and me, too. You’re a wonder, Ken. Why, if you once made up your mind, you’d make that Santa Rosa River look like a canal.”

Ken began to fear that he would not be proof against the haunting call of that jungle river and the flattering persuasion of his brother and the ever- present ambition to show his uncle what he could do.

“Hal, if I didn’t have you with me I’d already have made up my mind to tackle this river.”

That appeared to insult Hal.

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