Green and I find it necessary to go out at intervals by air, land or sea to refresh ourselves and find new material in a continent which still offers a rich field of enterprisev and mystery. But if Green goes to the Belgian Congo and the backwaters of the African tropics, then I must sail for the Antarctic. Two writers cannot cover the same trail. Sometimes, however, our tracks have crossed, and we have shared the memory of strange places and odd folk, such as those of which Great A friccm Mysteries is made. I am glad to have this chance of declaring that the drums, the islands, the weird animals and still more remarkable people Green describes really do exist in this Dark Continent of ours.
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