A story of wild cannibals.

Bahnemann needed workers hired from the denizens of the cannibal villages to deal with the skinning and drying of the hides of the hundreds of poached saltwater crocodiles.

He approaches a village on the river bank on a rise, and after a parlay with the village headman and the village sorceror watched on by hundreds of armed cannibals in dugout canoes, eventually agrees to enter the village with the wild headhunters. Entering the village longhouse, its wall decorated with hundreds of trophy human heads, he gets to see a gory cook pot simmering in putrid atmosphere with human eyes and other choice cuts of human flesh. He does not partake of the stew.

But is given a gift of some disgusting smelling substance which he is assured is great "medicine" against the hordes f fever ridden mosquitoes. The leaf wrapped substance is revealed to be human fat, putridly rendered down into an evil smelling substance only many weeks. Perfect as a mosquito repellant and for protection against evil spirits. A perfect "shampoo" and skin lotion. Why don't our modern skin care practitioners use such an ideal ingredient.

Nevertheless the evil spirit retardant goes over the side in to the water.

A tale of savage treachery. A tale of fortune hunting against the odds for richness illicitly gained. Outlaws on the edge of civilisation into the dark hearts of savage and also civilised man.