 Baydee Show! The greatest wild animal trainer, Clyde Baydee, with an exciting adventure from his brilliant career. The circus means thrills, excitement, snarling, jungle beasts. The circus means fun for young folks and old. But under the big top, you see only a part of the story. The real drama comes behind the scenes, where 500 people live as one family, where Clyde Baydee constantly risks death in the most dangerous act on earth. This master of the big cat has journeyed to Africa and India, hunting down his beasts in their native jungle. All of this is part of the Clyde Baydee story. Now here is Clyde's story of adventure in Australia. Following an expedition to Borneo and Samatra a few years ago, Clyde and his wife Harriet visited that strange land down under Australia. It was late afternoon of their second day in Sydney, largest and most beautiful city of the island continent, when they heard a knock at the door of their hotel. Yeah, I'll see you there, honey. Bye, bye, Joe. It's good to see you. Woody? Why Woody? I didn't know you were in Sydney. Come on in. Thanks, old man. Who is it, dear? It's Australia's leading explorer and sportsman, honey, Woody Sutton. Man. The same, Harriet. How are you? Oh, fine, Woody. What a wonderful surprise. Yes, we heard you were on an expedition in Malaya while we were in Borneo. Oh, that was a couple of months ago. I've been back here for some time now. Well, where are you going next? To Central Australia. What? You're kidding now. No, I'm not kidding. I've been commissioned to go into the bush and get some film showing what life among the Oruntas is like. And what prequel are the Oruntas? Well, Harriet, the Oruntas are perhaps the most primitive people left on Earth. Civilization has hardly touched them. It hasn't changed them in the slightest. They are the true Appalrigines, little more than savages. And you're going into their wild and woolly country to take pictures of them for the history books. That's roughly what it amounts to, Clyde. Matter of fact, that's my main reason in coming to see you two. Oh, what do you mean? The man who was to have gone with me has had a recurring attack of malaria. He won't be able to make it. When I heard that you folks were here, the thought occurred to me that you might like to take his place. But would he? Of course, I realized at short notice I'd plan to leave tomorrow. And there's another fellow who would like to... Clyde, would we have time, do you think? Well, I don't know. Our boat sails in a week. I plan to be back here in five days. You see, I've chartered the plane to fly to Alice Springs and back. Well, in that case, maybe we could make it. And we could take pictures, too. We have our movie equipment with us. I'm sure you'll get some valuable film if you're game for some excitement. Tell me, Woody, these Arunter aren't headhunters, are they? No. I understand they're not too friendly and most unpredictable and superstitious. I don't expect any serious trouble from them. My golly, Woody, you got me all excited here. Which means we will go with you. Good. We'll want to travel as light as possible, but don't forget to bring your rifles. They might come in handy before we're through. Blind Beatty will return in just a moment. Now back to Blind Beatty's story, Adventure in Australia. Here we are. The pilot gave me this map of the territory. Now, here's Alice Springs, just a small town with an airstrip. Well, it looks as if it's in the exact center of Australia. It is. And how far from this Alice Springs is the Arunter country? Well, over here is where we're going. And I could learn if we go down the Todd River by boat, we should run across one of their villages in a day or so. And then we trust they'll show us some hospitality. Right. Well, at least we won't have to worry about a lot of wild animals. They will eat right again. Except, of course, for crocodiles, these rivers have plenty of them. Oh, pilot, how soon will we be landing at Alice Springs? No matter now, Mr. Sesson, we are making good time for you today, now. Thank you. We'll have time to locate a boat and get it loaded so we can start first thing in the morning. By this time tomorrow we should be getting close to one of the Arunter villages. Woody, I'm beginning to see these Arunter as just only in your imagination. We've been going all day and not a sign of human life yet. Be patient, Harriet. We'll find them. Or they'll find us, maybe. Look, there's another crocodile turning itself on the bank there. Yeah. You weren't exaggerating about the number and size of those babies, Woody. They're such a ugly group. They're tough as they all are, Harriet. Do you ever shoot one? Yes, ever, love them. But it's not easy. Don't they slip into the water before you can get close enough to hit them? They try to. The best way is to come straight at them in a boat. They get confused for a few seconds, and if you're lucky you can get in the shot. Where do you try to hit them? That's the only thing that stops them is a shot between the eyes. We'll have to go at it on the return trip. Hello. What's this ahead? Hey, some boats and the river bank and some people. Ah, at last. They see us. And they're all carrying seers. They don't look too friendly, do they? No, no, they don't. We'll try to get on the good side of the encotter, the headman. I think when we give him that mirror and hunting knife he'll give us the run of the village. Here comes the encotter. The one where the wooden spike through his nose. Good heavens. And he's covered with scars like there is. Yes, they're not exactly pretty, are they? I didn't expect much, but these people are even worse than I thought possible, while they're a little more than animals. Hey, wait. He's holding up his hand for quiet. Call her up! Who are the Paloma? That's the white man one. White man friend. White man come in peace encotter. White man, no friend. White man go. Ah, came out of all of us. Friendly devil. Encotter. White man bring gifts. Here. For encotter. Oh. I see. He saw himself in the mirror. That's enough to scare anybody. That might do the trick. He's fascinated by the mirror. He likes the knife, too. Keep your fingers crossed now. Hey, I keep. But white man go. No stay. But encotter. We want to stay just two, maybe three days. Then we go. Go now. Or won't us not want white man. White man go. But see here it's. Huck a willow for a darser. I guess it's no use. The beggar won't give us a break. Oh, that's a shame, Woody. Well, we tried anyway. No matter what did you lose something? No, no. Here they are. Wanted a cigarette. Woody, I just remembered. Your lighter. My cigarette lighter. What about it? Well, maybe if you show the encotter how it makes fire. And give that to him, maybe. Hey, that's a good idea, honey. I drove it nice work at that. Encotter. Look here. White man make magic fire. Yes. Encotter make magic fire, too. Again. Just a moment. White man give you a magic fire maker. If you let us stay. Let white man stay two days. We give Encotter a magic fire maker to keep. I let white man stay. So it was that a small cigarette lighter made the difference between success and failure. The Encotter turned over to us a crude hut and instructed the Arunters to let us have the freedom of their village. They were a surly, unfriendly people, but with the head man on our side they didn't dare make trouble for us. The next morning, the three of us got busy taking pictures and investigating the strange ways and customs of the Arunters. Come along over to this hut just ahead. I'm curious to see inside it. Why? What's it supposed to be? Calling to the Encotter, this is the Devil Devil House. Where they keep their idols and magic charms to protect them from the evil spirits. Well, are you sure it's all right if we go in? I see no reason, why not? Better duck your head though, yeah. Wish they'd build their doorway. Oh my, it's dark in here. Let's see now. What do you suppose this thing represents? Looks like a wooden shield with a figure carved on the front. That's odd. It's the figure of a crocodile. Yes, with a human head. That must be what the Encotter was referring to a while ago. The God of the River. Hey, you found out a lot of things when you had your private talk with a head man this morning. What's with this God of the River anyway? It seems there's a small inlet on the bank of the river which forms sort of a pool. From what I could understand, it's inhabited by a giant crocodile which the Oron to believe is an evil spirit. They think it was sent there by an enemy tribe as a curse upon them. Isn't it strange what weird things they believe? But why the human head on this image, I wonder, that just supposed to represent the chief of the enemy tribe. The Oron to believe that if the crocodile is killed the chief will die and their worries will be over. Well, have they ever tried to kill this crocodile? Oh yes, several of the braver men have tried, but they've all been killed in the attempt. That's not surprising. The spirit be worthless against one of those big cracks. Exactly. Listen, look, someone's coming in. Who is that man? Uh-oh, it must be the medicine man. You better put down that image, Woody. He looks mad. Hey, he is mad. Not just a minute, old timer. What's he trying to say? I don't know. He keeps pointing to that river God thing. Here comes the encounter. Uh-oh, he looks mad too. White man, you made me trouble. You died. Woody, what's he talking about? What do you mean in Qatar? We make no trouble. In Qatar, no white man sent my river God. Now wait a minute here. Tuberloo, you white man must die. We'll return to Clive Beatty in just a moment. And now, back to Clive Beatty and adventure in Australia. Clive and Harriet Beatty with their Australian friend Woody Sutton were deep in central Australia visiting a primitive tribe of savages called the Aruntas. But the day after their arrival, the head man of the tribe suddenly decided that Woody had been sent there by the river God to cause trouble and told the Australian that he must die. Clive, did you find out what it was all about? What the encounter meant by saying Woody had caused big trouble and it had been sent for the river God? Yeah, yeah, I found out. Seems the chief's house burnt to the ground and almost killed his oldest boy. Oh, and he's naming Woody for that. Yes, you see, honey, the boy was fooling with that cigarette lighter he gave the encounter and set fire to the grass roof. Now the whole tribe is convinced that Woody planned the whole thing that this phony river God they're so scared of sent him to destroy the village. But it's fantastic. They can't believe all that. They can't, but they do, and they want to kill him. Where are they holding Woody captive? Can we see him? I'm afraid not, honey. We're lucky they're not holding us, too. Fortunately, they don't connect us with the river God. Well, what do they expect us to do? Just run off and leave Woody to die at their hands? I guess that's about it. But I wonder... Tell me, what are you thinking, Clive? About that image in the devil's devil house, the one carved on that shield. The river God? The crocodile with the human head? That's the one. I was just remembering what Woody told us they believed about that crocodile in the river inlet. What good is it to think about those superstitions? None maybe, but on the other hand, it might do a lot of good. What do you mean? If we could kill that croc, wouldn't that prove to them that Woody wasn't an enemy? If they thought the enemy chief died and their troubles were over, they'd have no reason to take revenge on him. Of course. You're right, Clive. Only... Only what? Only killing that crocodile wouldn't be child's play. I know that, but it's sure worth a try. Where are you going, Clive? You wait here, honey. I'll be back in a minute. I'm going to see what the incata thinks of the idea. Why are you not going, White Man? Why are you staying? Listen to me, Incata. I'm trying to save the life of my friend. Your friend must die. My friend is not evil spirit, Incata. He was not sent by river God. I will kill river God to prove it. You kill river God? Yes. If you let my friend go. River God cannot be killed. Aruntas have tried. Aruntas always killed by river God. I know that, but I have magic to kill river God, Incata. No. You not kill. But you... A robber! Incata, make better things. You mean you have a better idea? Your friend, the evil one, he must kill river God. All right. He will do it then, but I help him. If he kill river God, Aruntas not kill him. Good. You've made a deal, Incata. Now, where will we find this river God? Ah, you and friend not go alone. Get away. I get Aruntas men. We go see you kill river God. All right. Now, just let me talk to my friend a minute first. So, he agreed to let me go free if I kill that clock. Is that it, Clyde? That's it. I must say that sounds like a spawning proposition, but will it let me use my rifle? Oh, that's all taken care of. On the way over here, I told Incata you'd have your magic stick, and so would I. He agreed we could use whatever we wanted in killing the river God. Good. Then we should stand a good chance. From what I understand, this big crock has a small inlet pretty much to himself. Lies on the bank, sunning himself every afternoon at this time. We're going to have trouble sneaking up on him with the others around. That is a problem. Now, the Incata agreed to let us use a small boat if we want to. Of course, he'll have some of his men in other boats to keep us from trying to get away down the river. What if we'd try that without Harriet anyway? That may be another reason they wouldn't let her come along. Well, we'd better get going. I'm ready, Clyde. I'm grateful to you for thinking of this. Better wait for the thanks, Woody. I just hope we can do it. Yes, sir. Know what you mean. Woody and I, along with a dozen or so of the Aruntas, made our way through the brush to the river, then up its bank for a quarter of a mile to the inlet of the river God. Cautiously, we slipped from the brush at the edge of the inlet. There, on the other side, sunning himself a few feet from the water, we saw the most tremendous crocodile either of us had ever laid eyes on. There, across water, is River God. Clyde, look at the size of that monster. Well, he'll measure close to 30 feet. Now, you go kill. Yes. Yes, Incata. We will. What do you think, Woody? I could never surprise him by going around from behind. We'll have to take that small boat and come at him from the front. Okay. Let's get started, shall we? Right. Come along. I just hope he's sleeping soundly. He'll have to be as quiet as a cat, Clyde. He slips into the water before I can get in a shot. I'm sunk. Yes. Well, you get in the boat. I'll take the stern and panel. All right, Clyde. Here we go. Head up the inlet a bit more, Clyde. Then we're right opposite that boat. It's straightforward. Okay. We'll have to speed it up once where Eddon taught him. I'll have only about three or four seconds to get a shot. I'll try to paddle smoothly. Boat's hardly a steady shooting platform. I know. I wish I had my big express rifle instead of this one. Would you rather use mine here? No, no. I'm used to this one. Better take my chances with it. All right, Clyde. Turn toward that bank now. Okay. Get ready. We're fine so far. Just a few more feet, and I'll have a good shot. Woody, look. Look, he's seen or heard us. He's going to try to get to the water. Shoot, man. Shoot. You hit him, Woody? Yes. But the beggar's getting into the water. He's coming right at us. Watch it, Woody. He's coming under the boat. That's Clyde. Watch out for that tail. He's coming out. Shoot, Woody. Shoot. Head out the sewer, Clyde. Woody, he's sinking. He's sinking. Wait, wait. What are you doing, Clyde? Get that rope in the bottom of the boat. Hurry. Wait, Woody. I'm trying to rope into the water. Here's the rope. I got it. Pull on it. Get him. Get back in the boat. There may be other crocs around. Okay. There's a gun. Good grief, man. That was a crazy thing to do. Maybe. Now we've got our dead crocodile show. We're going to get it. We're going to get it. We're going to get it. We're going to get it. We're going to get it. We're going to get it. We're going to get it. We're going to get it. We're going to get it. It's not a crocodile show. That should be proven up for the erruntas that their River God is dead. There it is, Encarta. Your River God won't cause you any more trouble. Ah, it is good. The white man kept promise white man friend. Are we all pleased to go now, Encarta? Encarta keep promise, too. Eruntas not kill the white man. Ah, that's the best news. I've heard it in quite some time. Let's get going, hurry it and be on our way. But everything's all right now don't you want to stick around another day and finish getting the film far as I'm concerned they can wait I say let's get out of here now. That's why I'm afraid these aren't as might dream up some more weird ideas For instance suppose they get word that the enemy chief didn't die when that river got crocodile did see that's right What do you think it happened then I've got a big idea, but you're right. Let's not wait around to find out Okay, you evil spirit. Let's move Here is the start of our show Clyde Beatty No time was lost in leaving the land of the superstitious or runters and putting an end to my adventure in Australia There'll be another exciting story for you the next time we meet All stories are based upon incidents in the career of the world famous Clyde Beatty and the Clyde Beatty Circus The Clyde Beatty show was produced and transcribed by Shirley Thomas written by Robert T Smith and Frank Hart-Pausig Music composed and conducted by Albert Glasses All names used were fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental This is a Commodore production