One day, when he had been playing his harmonica and Doto, the monkey, and Kiki and Woowoo, the parrots, and others of their mates were gathered around him, there was a crashing in the bushes, and faithful Polulu, the giant puma, bounded into the clearing.
The others scattered like magic as the formidable beast came up to Bomba, purring and rubbing his head against him.
“Good old Polulu!” exclaimed Bomba, as he caressed the great head affectionately. “He is one of Bomba’s best friends. Bomba is glad to see him. But Bomba cannot stay with Polulu long. He is going on a long journey. For Bomba’s place is not here. He is not a native of the jungle. He has a soul. He is white. Yes, Bomba is white. And Bomba’s soul cannot be at rest until he dwells among the white people.”
THE END
THE BOMBA BOOKS
By ROY ROCKWOOD
12mo. Cloth. Illustrated. With Colored jacket.
Price 50 cents per volume. Postage 10 cents additional.
Bomba lived far back in the jungles of the Amazon with a half-demented naturalist who told the lad nothing of his past. The jungle boy was a lover of birds, and hunted animals with a bow and arrow and his trusty machete. He had only a primitive education, and his daring adventures will be followed with breathless interest by thousands.
