canoe to the post and from there by plane to Cuiaba to ask Tom for medical help. What can we do here without medicines? The whole tribe would be wiped out with this epidemic.” “Well, if you can make the trip on your own, I’ll stay and do what I can. Hope you can make good time, though.” Harry turned his face downstream again with one Indian companion. That afternoonHaroldwas visited by a troop of Kamiura Indians who arrived to say the Indians on the Jacare post were dying. The tropical paradise had turned into a yawning graveyard. Pestilence stalked the jungle depths. Every village was falling prey to the fearful specter of death. For the savage who does not know there is a Heaven, and that the Way there is not what a man does, but what Christ Jesus, God’s Son, is and has already done - for such a savage the sting of death is very long and very hard indeed.
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