Mission to Kala

'Or a tiny shdmr, of a thing.' This ~OIU ~uckfmt
who was laighing himself sick.
'Him?'mmeone else said. 'Don't be funny. I bet it's tw~
as big as yours. I know these chaps from the city.'
My patience was exhausted by these jok& at my exp
desl;ite the unspeakable shame they produced in me, I
the hint and stripped off to the buff. At once a chorus o
miring gasps went up.
'hrdy, Son-of-God was right!'
'You dn say that again!'
'Look at it - colossal!'
At once there was a kind of competition to see who ha
biggest. They all came out of the water and ins
other with great care. Finally Duckfoot Johnny
I that, without question, the dkt was, as
God's.
'1 'Hopeless, hopeless)) he said. 'WoIk't it grow? I'll
I you a good dodge, though. Get yourself bitten by one of
black ants. It'll swell up to double, no, three times the s
a hh, believe you me.'
'The trouble is,' someone said thoughWy~ 'that it
down again.'
'Or die altogether,' put in someone else.
jt a 'Poor Son-of-God.'
'You don't know what yau're taking about,' Son-o
'f+ said at length, indignantly. 'It may look small at th,
,$i ' mt, but that's because of the cold water, I remember
, when it gw as long as a banana-snake aud as thicl
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I, ,I1 ,
1 t he winkle5 firm. your uncld - yclhrr
e; Disgusting old men they are.'
, and then plunged back .inEb'@a .
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