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The two boys were not only ready but anxious. The lists that they wrote out were identical. Here is that of their personal effects and clothes as Burt made it out.
Four suits underwear, Indian gauze.
Two ditto, woolen.
Two heavy gabardine shooting suits.
Two flannel shirts, khaki cartridge pockets.
Two pair high boots. One pair of soft leather.
Extra thick leggings, two pairs.
Camelshair poncho blanket, convertible.
Kid-lined gloves, two pairs.
Sleeping bag, waterproof.
Wool socks and pajamas.
Two khaki helmets.
Mosquito net for head and body.
Cholera belt, flannel.
Zeiss field gla.s.ses.
Large colored silk handkerchiefs, six.
Compa.s.s. Toilet articles.
"There," exclaimed Mr. Wallace as he ran over Burt's list, "that looks pretty good to me. You won't need the wool underwear unless you get p.r.i.c.kly heat. The leggings are the most important. If you get scratched up by spear-gra.s.s and thorns and then step into some swamp-pool it's all off. You'd get craw-craw sure."
"What's that?" asked Critch. "Sounds like crow!"
"It's a skin disease," replied Mr. Wallace. "Something frightful, too.
The poncho will serve for blanket and raincoat, but this is the dry season. Must have the mosquito net, though. When we get up the Aruwimi we'll find little bees about as big as gnats but a whole lot worse, and it'll need thick nets to keep 'em out. New for the armament."
Burt's "armory" consisted of the following weapons:
Double-barreled Holland .450 cordite rifle, for close quarters.
Winchester .405 rifle for general use.
Twenty-gauge Parker shotgun.
Eight-inch skinning knife.
"Ain't we going to take revolvers?" asked Burt disappointedly as his uncle finished.
"No," replied the latter. "They're of no use whatever. I'll take mine from force of habit but you chaps will never need one. Oh, the ammunition! Put down a hundred solid and a hundred soft-nosed cartridges for the Hollands; for the Winchesters two hundred of each, and six boxes of sh.e.l.ls. That'll be enough to last us double the time."
"How 'bout a camera?" asked Critch anxiously. "Will we be able to tote one along?"
"Surest thing you know!" replied Mr. Wallace. "We'll take one of those new moving-picture machines. They're no larger than a camera and you can take motion pictures or straight shots on the reel."
"Gee! That'll be great!" cried Burt delightedly. "But won't the heat spoil the reels? An' don't they cost like fury?"
"The reels will be hermetically sealed before and after using,"
explained his uncle. "Needn't worry 'bout them. The whole outfit only costs twelve or thirteen pounds--say sixty dollars. It's well worth it, too. Now for the tents. We're going to travel light as possible, so put down two double-roofed ridge tents twelve by ten, with ground-sheets.
Three cots without mattresses. You'll have to do without them or pillows--they're a beastly nuisance to pack along. Canvas bath each and condensing outfit to supply fresh water."
"Why's that, uncle?" asked Burt in surprise. "Lots of fresh water, ain't there?"
"Lots," smiled his uncle, "and lots o' guinea worms, fever germs, poisons and other things in it. Better add a four-quart canteen, gla.s.s stoppers, to your personal list. Can't take any cork or the roaches'll eat it. Two blankets for each person, and six towels. I guess that's all we need put down now, boys."
"Hold on there!" cried practical Critch abruptly. "How 'bout eatin'
utensils and fryin' pans, medicine, can openers and all them things?"
"All arranged for," laughed Mr. Wallace. "The cooking part of it will be up to John Quincy Adams Washington."
"John--who?" stammered Burt. "Say it again, please!"
For answer Mr. Wallace pressed a b.u.t.ton and a footman appeared.
"Send the manager here at once, please." The man bowed and withdrew and while the boys were still staring at the explorer in wonder a dapper little man appeared bowing.
"Mr. Wallace? Glad to see you looking so well, sir! What can I do for you?"
"I want that fellow Washington," smiled the explorer. "Can you let me have him for say three months? I'm going down to Africa and he'll have to go along."
"Certainly! I'll send him right up, sir." The manager vanished with another bow and Mr. Wallace turned to the boys.
"Washington--or John rather--is a Liberia boy I picked up five years ago. He's the best cook on earth! He's been in China and South America with me and whenever I don't need him he has a steady job as fifth chef here. Ah, here he is!"
An immense black man appeared, wearing a grin that almost hid his face, as Burt expressed it. He stepped up and caught the explorer's hand, not shaking it but pressing it to his forehead as he spoke.
"Glad to see you, sar! What for you want John now?"
"Africa, John. This is my nephew, Mr. St. John, and my friend, Mr.
Critchfield, who will go along. We leave for the Congo Tuesday."
"Pleased to meet you, sar!" The grinning black pressed the hands of Burt and Howard to his forehead in turn. "What boat we leave, sar?"
"The _Benguela_. African Steamship Company docks."
"Hit's Liverpool boat, sar! What time hit leave London docks?"