Amazing Stories, August 1927 — page 37: what you’re looking at

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The TISSUE-CULTURE KING By Julian fluxley Reprinted from the Yale Review” “1 thought I would sco whether art could not improve upon aaah and set myself to recall experimental embryology 3 . Tutilize the plasticity of the carliest stages to give double- had been for three days engaged in crossing aswamp. At last we were out Near the top the brush grew aS The look of a rampart grew as we approached; it had the air of having been deliberately planted by men. We did not wish to have to hack our way through the spiky barricade, so turned to the right along the front of the green wall. After three or four hundred yards we came on a clearing which led into the bush, narrowing down to what seemed a Tafa slope. S43 thicker, ‘“ iss GS“ 4 ck oa sa NF oe a Mi ig Ma a Shi sini ak t ies ane if headed and cyclopean monsters . . » But my specialities are three-headed snakes, and tonds with an extra heaven-point- ing head.’ Hascombe called it ‘Home of the Living Fetishes,” but as I moved forward, the creature took a couple of hops into the shelter of the prickly scrub. We pushed on, and I became convinced that the gap we were following was artificial. After a little, a droning sound came to our ears, which we very soon set down as that of a human voice. The party was halted, and I crept forward with the guide. Peeping through the last screen of brush we looked down into a hollow and were immeasurably startled at what we saw there. The voice proceeded from an enormous negro man at least eight feet high, the biggest man I had regular passage or track- ever seen outside a circus. way. This made us a little suspicious, However, I thought we had_ better make all the progress we could, and so ordered the caravan to turn into the opening, myself taking second place behind the guide, Suddenly the tracker stopped with a guttural exclamation. I looked, and there was one of the HAT a darkest Africa story could contain a wondrous assortment of sctence and adventure all rolled into one, you would scarcely belteve possible, yet that is exactly what Julian Huxley, grandson of Thomas Henry Husley famous English scientrst, and hinself Professor of Zoology in Kina’s College, London, gives us here. While so far science dovs not countenance telepathy, no real thought transference having ever been proved, that does not mean to say thal it nover will be achieved. AnazinG Storres" sister magazine, SCIENCE AND INVEN- TION, has a-standing prise of $1,000 for an actual proof of telepathy, which so far has never been claimed. Just the same, maybe 10,000 years hence the hwman vace may have progressed far enough to make telepathy a reality. was squatting, from time to time prostrating the forepart of his body, and reciting some prayer or incantation. The object of his devotion was be- fore him on the ground; it was a small flat piece of glass held on a little carved ebony stand. By his side was a huge spear, together with a painted basket with a lid. great African toads, hopping with a certain ponder- osity across the path. But it had a second head growing upwards from its shoulders! I had never seen anything like this before, and wanted to secure such a remarkable monstrosity for our collections; After a minute or so, the giant bowed down in silence, then took up the ebony-and-glass object and placed it in the basket. Then to my utter amaze- ment he drew out a two-headed toad like the first T had seen, but in a cage of woven grass, placed it __ comicsooks.com