English Translation

The grope trip So I decide to break off my camp in the next few days and continue towards Irumu. Akwebadu has already agreed to accompany me to the Ituriftuß, then he wants to return to his village. I wouldn't miss the way anymore, as I would come to many villages of other Negro tribes, where I could easily get a guide to take me to Irumu. On the way up to the river Ituri, however, I hope to be able to do studies on gorillas, because I will not return from Irumu to these forests and perhaps never again find such a good year opportunity to observe these apes. I intend to observe the animals only, not to hunt for them, because I do not want to be guilty of any violation of the Belgian hunting regulations, which could lead to the fact that in the future I will be deprived of the hunting permit at all, experiences of the root man + told by Peter Osten I use the next days to dry and air again all the trophyes and insects. Then everything, as far as it is possible, is airtightly packed. Some excesses are discarded again to reduce the loads. On the last evening all the villagers, to whom the whole night had to have snowed. When Dieter and Monika also added a number of pygmies from the surrounding area, to a dance festival in front of my camp. It still costs me a whole part of the always looking out of the window in the morning, are house and yard, the village road and more melting tobacco and salt, but the small gang has covered it with its trees, fields and meadows like a thick cushion of white snow. deserves, I have not the least reason to complain about it since I lived in the nooks of their village. And what I had to do with her help or on the hunt- Also it had to be cold, because only with much effort did Dieter breathe a sight hole into the ice flower pattern at the window. "Puh, shakes the sister, walks and can exchange walks, will enrich many German museum. "Now it's really winter." For a long time I see the funny activity of the little people at their dance But, what helps all this, they have to go to school. then I withdraw to my tent, because the next day brings again "You have it well", they say to the root-sep, who enjoys with his a strenuous march, to which the waganda first gets used again little legs squatting on the bed-side. To his astonished question must have. The moon is high in the sky, but it is only lighted weakly after the why, Monika says with a little envious voice: "Of course there are interiors of these primeval forests. Unnaturally, how supernatural the whole environment sees it well. You don't need to go to school because you already know everything. And in front of my camp as a result of the lighting of the places, you do not have to cry out night breaths in all things into the cold." The tree tops, here and there a light beetle appears between the bushes. "Well, so that you don't get too jealous, even the sound of a leopard can be heard, which he doesn't say very much, "I want to come with you today. Even at school, I will perhaps accompany you in a little conflict with his kind, and watch what you're actually leaming about. However, you must have gotten to me. Again the night solves a day in these forests if. speak that you do not show me to the other children. I am not a museum piece that can be shown around." Only gladly the two forest farmer children give their word. They have not talked to anyone about their little friend until now. Often enough, her classmates wondered how they knew so much interesting things from the forest and the hallway. But once they asked Dieter and Monika, they smiled only and shrugged with their shoulders. That meant: "We know it. How is it indifferent after all." When hanging on the roof tips, it is good to sit by the oven. This old peasant's saying fills Dieter in as he steps out of the house with Monika and the root seppe. An icy east wind sweeps over the yard, pulls her clothes and hits the door behind them with a loud bang. "Brr", shakes the two and sticks their hands deep into the mantle pockets. In the running step they rush to the Schuie. The root-sep sits on Dieter's reeds, cold and wind don't matter to him. Ene Urwaldbrücke * 42 43