National Geographic : 1961 Jul
depth. It bends its neck far down and touches the water with its lips. Suddenly the big placid beast stum bles. It rights itself, stumbles again, then rushes violently up the steep bank. A long black something has emerged from the depths and brushed against the horse's foreleg. When the horse first righted itself, the black thing came to attack again. The boy who is holding the animals on the halter cries out and throws stones at the water. An electric eel as long as an arm disappears into the depths. "See, Teemaree?" I say. "Don't jump into the deep waters. That horse re ceived an electric shock." Day by day he willsee and learn where danger lurks in these wild regions. In the middle of the stream, schools of river dolphins are playing. They dive and splash, snorting happily. Teemaree rejoices when he recognizes these ani mals he has read about in books. With an Indian from a near-by cattle ranch as guide, we turn into the east branch of the Araguaia, which, with the main stream, encircles Bananal Island.