BELGIAN CONGO: Beware of the Crocodiles!

A native named Akva came stumbling into the military post at Ponthierville. 1,400 miles up the Congo River. Blinded from drinking denatured alcohol, he had been expelled from his tribe because he could no longer earn his keep. He began babbling incredible stories about men being kidnaped and killed by creatures that were not exactly crocodiles, not exactly men. Not far away, another native limped into the clinic of a European doctor. He had been on the river in his pirogue, he said, when its bow was seized by the powerful jaws...