 Danger. Hundreds of dramatic behind-the-scenes adventures are all part of a quite baby story. Here is the story of Jungle Medical. On one of our trips to the Dark Continent, Harriet and I visited French Equatorial Africa, that vast mysterious jungle country lying just above the Belgian Congo. When we arrived at Brazzaville, we went directly to the home of a man named La Croix, a Frenchman who had spent the better part of his life in the jungles of Western Africa. Please. This is Ed Boncho. Thank you. I was not expecting that it was. I hope you will pardon my appearance. That's quite all right, Mr. La Croix. Oh, please, you must call me Jean. All right. We don't believe in formality either, Jean. Oh, please, to call me Jean. It is easier for you. Okay. Now, what is it you wish to see me about? We just arrived here, and the man who acted as our guide in Nairobi told us about you. Stuart was his name. Ah, yes, yes. And how is Stuart? It has been years since I have seen him. Oh, he's fine. I said to be sure and give you his best. He also said you were the best guide in this part of Africa. Oh, I am flattered, but I hope that is not what you have in mind, engaging me as a guide, I mean. Well, as a matter of fact, it is. Why? Oh, I am no longer active in hunting wild animals, I am afraid. You see, I retired over a year ago. Oh, but we're not after animals, Jean. We got all the animals we wanted in Rhodesia. But I do not understand. What is it you want then? We want to visit the Pangala tribe to the north here. The Pangala? Yes. Mr. Stuart told us they'd never been photographed. We'd like to take some motion pictures of them. Oh, I see. Stuart told us they were one of the most primitive tribes in Africa, that they have strange ways and customs. We want to be the first to take some films of their life. I can understand your desire, baby. But the village of Pangala is several days through the jungle from here. It is the most difficult journey. We understand that, Jean, but the Pangalas are not unfriendly, are they? They are very strange people, neither friendly nor unfriendly. Perhaps unpredictable would be the best word to describe them. Then you've been to Pangala? Oh, we are there for two days, about three years ago. How about it, Jean? Will you take it, sir? You do not wish to capture any animals? Just take motion pictures of the Pangalas? That's right. You see, Jean, next to animals, photography is our chief hobby. You have come to me at the right time. I must confess I have been getting restless. Oh, perhaps a twist into the jungle is what I most need. Then you'll do it? Oui. It is a creed. When do you want to leave? Well, how about tomorrow? All right, tomorrow it is then. And in a few days, we will be in the land of living magic. Living magic? Oui, you see, Pangala in the language of the Bosch means living magic. We return to Clyde Beatty in just a moment. Now back to Clyde Beatty's adventure, Jungle Medical. I'm beginning to wonder if there is such a place as Pangala. Four days through this jungle, and we're still not there. You must have patience, sir. We are very near Pangala now. That suits me. Brother, I used to think it got hot in Texas. Here, Momo. Our native bearers. What's the matter? Well, they're looking at the trail. Someone is coming. It's only a boy. I remember him. This is Quota, the chief son. Juan, I'm glad you've come. I'll wait for you. He actually knew we were coming, Jean. Is that possible? More than that, it is probable. These drums we hear last night probably were passing the word along. How are you, Quota? Well, Juan, but Mapado is big sick. Mapado is dying, Juan. So, Father, the chief is dying? What do you mean? Mapado is much sick. He died. You come, Juan. Well, of course. The chief is sick. What's wrong with it? Mapado makes big magic, but Mapado keeps sick. What's this? Mapado is talking about. Mapado is Pangala's name for which doctor? Lead the way, Quota. We will hurry. Quickly, we made our way through the jungle trail, and in half an hour arrived at the village of Pangala, with little more than a large clearing in the jungle, packed with small huts made of leaves and branches. Quota led us directly to his father's hut, which was somewhat larger than the rest, a band of sullen pangalas watched our progress as we reached the doorway of the hut. Come, Juan, Mapado inside. All right. Touch your head. This opening is pretty low. Careful, honey. Oh, all right. That's the Japato over there by the sheep. That's Chan. Is that supposed to make him well? We, that is supposed to bring about magic killers, such nonsense these natives don't really believe that, do they? I know it seems unbelievable, but they do. What happened to the chief? Did Quota tell you? Yes. He was attacked by a leopard while hunting in the jungle. It happened three days ago. Looks from here that he's unconscious. Oh, the poor man. We've got to help him. Please help Mapado. He's big sick. Slut, let Mapado die. Don't worry, young fellow. We won't let your father die. Let's have a look at him cry. Oh, please, not just yet. But why not? We must wait for Japato to finish his chant. We wouldn't dare go into fear. He's finished now, Buwala. Alamba, Buwalo. Black man, what do you do here? We friends, Japato, a friend to all Prangalas. Come see Pado. You go. Pado, big sick. Take much magic, make well. Say, friends, Mapado's house fairhouse. They stay. I guess that'll hold him for a while. Come on, let's have a look at the chief. Now it's good. Great. Look at that lake. Oh, God. Look at that long gas. Yeah, and it's deep too. Unless I miss my guess, it's turning to blood poisoning. What could you expect after three days without proper treatment? A leopard's scratch, your bike can be as poisonous as a rattlesnake. You help Mapado Buwala? Sure, we'll help him, Kota. Now you run along while I tend to it. Much good. Mapado, not dark. All right. Hand me the medicine, kid, please. All right. You intend to do clade? We've got some sulfur drugs with us that were made just for this sort of thing. We'll have them in good shape in a couple of days. Here you are, dear. Thanks. Now, let me get... What's that? Buwala Pato! The chipato. What do you do? We take Pato's leg, put medicine on, make better. No. Not to this. Chipato will make better. Chipato got much big magic. White man magic. No good. Clyde, you've got to convince him we know what we're doing. Yeah, only this joke is going to take some convincing, I'm afraid. Look, pal, we're only trying to help. The chief may die unless we give him medicine. No. Not give. Chipato makes magic. Pato gets well. But... But this is unbelievable. He's got to let us help. Hyatt, believe me. I want to help as much as you do. I was hoping that Jabato would let us do this, but if he will not permit it, we must not. You mean if we went ahead, did it? We went ahead against the Jabato's wishes. We might all be killed. We did it with any part to order the others to destroy us. Only the chief could save us. And as you see, he is not conscious. Yeah, I see what you mean. White man, act wisely. Not give, Pato, medicine. Dear honey, pan your camera over this way. Get a shot of them making those flapjacks or whatever they are. All right. Perhaps you would like to film some of the children practicing a throwing spears. No? I suppose we should, Jean. But I can't help thinking about the chief lying in that miserable hot dime. It is a shame. I was hoping you would be better today to be a miracle if you recovered. All that mumbo-jumbo with the witch doctors isn't going to help in one bit. Juana, Juana. It's Kota. How can we face him? Juana, can you... Can you not help Mopado? We could, if the Jabato'd let us, Kota. Please, if Mopado could speak, he would want it so. Is the Jabato with him now, Kota? No, Mopado. Jepato leaves. Let's go have another look at the poor fellow. Yes, Juana. Please, you come. If he worse than yesterday, Clyde. Yes, I'm afraid so. Jean, you know a lot about the ways the natives thrive. What happens if the chief here dies? Who'd take over? Why, Kota would become chief then, but of course he's just a boy. The Jabato would actually be an authority until Kota goes up. What is it? What are you thinking, Clyde? I'm thinking there may be a couple of reasons we haven't thought of for that jungle medical, not wanting us to help the chief here. If the chief dies, the witch doctor would be in control of the tribe, even though Kota would become chief in name. That must be it. The Jabato knows the chief will die. He doesn't want him to get well. And the chances are, tend to one, he'd find some way of getting rid of Kota before very long, too. Clyde, we can't let it happen that way. But we are powerless to prevent his powerless mind foot. Harriet, do you have that medical kit with you? Yes, I kept it here in my bag. You realize what may happen to us? It's the Jabato discoverer. I know the danger involved, Jean, but I can't stand by and see a man die this way. This is it, Clyde. What can I do? Pray, honey. Pray that we're not too late to save the chief's life. Clyde Beatty will return in just a moment. And now, back to Clyde Beatty and Jungle Medico. Clyde and Harriet Beatty, with their guide, were deep in the jungle of French Equatorial Africa, where they intended to photograph the natives of the remote Pangala tribe. When they arrived, they found the chief of the Pangalas dying from blood poisoning. But when they offered to help, they were warned against interfering by the Jabato, the native witch doctor. The following day, however, Clyde can stand it no longer and decides to give the chief some medical attention in spite of the witch doctor's warning. Soke some more of that cotton in alcohol, honey. All right, Clyde. I wish now we'd gone ahead with it yesterday. Banshee. Here's the cotton. Thanks, honey. Clyde, look. His eyes, they are open. He's regaining consciousness. Quickly, Harriet. Get out that package of sofa pills. We've got to get some down him right away. Kota. Kota. Kota. Come over here. Yes, Buona. He's waking up, Kota. Tell him we're trying to help him. Yes, Buona. Papado. Chobaganda Bucca. Moretsakalonga Bulamakalo. Torokado. Putanda Luka. He thinks he gives much thanks, Buona. Here are the pills and water, honey. Good. Gene hold his head up. Wait. There. Here you go, chief. Open your mouth and take these pills. Papado. Corbidacro. That's it. Now. Now drink the water. All of it. Clyde, did you have that many pills at one time? He's too far gone to try a normal dosage. Our only hope is to double up on him. All right, Gene. Get his head down now. Kota. Back to door. Watch for Jabato. Yes, Buona. If Jabato comes around today at the same time he did yesterday, we'll be all right. That was about four o'clock. Right. At about 3.30 I'll give the chief some more pills. And when the Jabato comes, he won't know what we've been doing. I don't think so. By the same, it might work out fine. I wonder what kind of a dance this is supposed to be. It is the Dance of Death, Harriet. Death? Oui. It is a ritual which the Pangalas perform when someone of importance is dying. They're chiefs dying and they dance and it's a nice custom. It is another one of the Jabato superstitions. He has convinced the others that the Dance of Death will drive the evil spirits to the grave with their chief if he dies. And if he lives, they would believe it is because of the Jabato's big magic. I see. Either way, the witch doctor can't lose. Exactly. Well, it's time we got back and looked after the chief again. Yes, it is. We'd better do it now while the Jabato is still busy here. We'll just have time to give him some more pills. It's just a little higher, Gene. That's it. All right, old hammer. Take these now. If he's any better, Clyde. I can't tell yet, honey. We should know in a few hours, though. Okay, Gene, put them down now. Here, here are the cotton flabs. Thanks. Maybe you'd better get me some of those. It's the Jabato. Yeah. See him? Yeah. I was afraid of it. Jabato see. White man, good magic. Look, we're only trying to save his life. We use good magic. Jabato warn you not to make magic. You're not cheap. Gene, what are you doing? He's calling someone immediately. I'm afraid we are in a bad spot now. Can you tell what's going on outside, Gene? Yes. The Jabato is getting the others all worked up over what he considers our interference. Oh, these ropes are on my wrist. They're awfully tight. I'm sorry. I got you two into this. It's no fun being tied up this way. Listen, listen. What's he saying? He's telling them that the chief would be well if we had not tried our magic. He says the chief, he will die, and it is all false. And they'll believe that, too. Unfortunately, he is. Hmm. Sounds like the power was over. He's coming in. Hello, Dracando Loka. My people decide you try kill, Bardo. That is not true, Jabato. We try help, Bardo. Badanzi, you try kill. No, you're targeting with him, I guess. My people say you must die. No, no, Jabato. You die with fear to heart when dark comes. Listen to me. These two not to blame Jabato. I am the one who tried magic on chief. Only me to blame. Understand? You let them go. All must die. All die when dark comes. Oh, Clyde, what are we going to do? Daddy, Harriet. Jean, how long before it'll be dark? Perhaps two hours? We've got to try to get loose. Oh, case of no use, Betty. We could not hope to get away. There's always a chance. Somehow the idea of a fear through the heart isn't too appealing. Oh, it's no use, Clyde. I don't think they're a bit loose. Oh, I'm afraid you're right. My fingers are so numb now I can't even feel those ropes anymore. Oh, I cannot work free either. Leave me as well, forget about breaking loose more. It is dark outside now. I'm sorry, honey. I should have minded my own business and left the chief to the witch doctor. They are coming for us. Yeah, right on time, aren't they? It's time you die. Bring outside. The three of us were tied to posts. A large fire of sticks and logs directly in front of us cast a flickering yellow light over the scene. Then, three of the pangalas armed with spears stepped forward at a signal from the witch doctor. Clyde, they're aiming their spears. It's the end. The load down the... Chebato! Chebato! Oh, it's Chebato! Look! And it's Pado. Cota means the chief to walk. Palango! Pado! Stop, Chebato! You must care for Pado. Good boy, Cota. God, the chief is dead. Yeah, those pills have done the trick. Wait, he is holding up his hand. Chebato, let these people go. They try to kill you, Pado. They must die. You turn loose, they ran. Oh, thank goodness. They have much big magic. They not let me die. They not die. Turn loose. We let them go. Cota, wish you not go. Wish you stay pangala. Thanks, Cota. But we've got to be on our way. Pato almost well now. Not die now? No, he's going to be good as new in a few days. But don't forget my instructions, will you? Not forget. Cota has big magic now. Oh, what instructions do you mean, Cota? Harriet, you are looking at the youngest doctor in Africa. I hope you don't mean Cota is going to be a widow. Oh, no. He's well on his way to being a real doctor. Ask him what he's going to do, Harriet. Oh, tell me, Cota, what are you going to do? I keep giving Pado two pills each time before he eats and two more before he goes to sleep. Meet Dr. Cota. And now, here is the star of our show, Clyde Bitty. Being able to save the life of the pangala chief was the best part of this adventure. The next time we meet, I'll have another thrilling story to tell you.