And so this is what happened, so I made application for three rather than just one, and I was hoping to get both sexes and perhaps one day we’d be lucky enough to get babies, ’cause they’d never been born in captivity, and we were looking ahead for the future for gorillas too, and so finally this all transpired and I flew off in 1948 to Africa, had to go this is all propeller planes in those days, and I went to London first, and stayed there a few days because the plane didn’t fly every day, going down that direction, when it did fly, it was soon enough after the war that it was a converted York bomber that I flew down in a very noisy plane that they had no acoustical treatment inside the plane, they put some seats in it, and it was a beat up plane, it was a long story of hard travel and all this kind of thing, but I got there and got to Yaounde, and on a DC three on a gravel strip into that town and stayed there for three weeks, they had already captured three gorillas and they were there, and they were in very nicely built cages, and an African had been hired by Dr. Good to look after them, take care of them the same as he had before, and he would go to the public market downtown and get the food and bring it back, and they had powdered milk and they could make formulas and all this kind of thing, and I took a lot of powdered milk with me too and bottles and nipples and vitamins, and the whole works to make balanced milk formula for the maybe gorillas, and I also wanted to stay long enough to get acquainted with them, so, there was quite a nice big male of about two years of age, that had yaws on his face, yaws is related to syphilis, it’s a spiral key, and he’d gotten this because some native woman had been taking care of him in a small village, and he had picked up the yaws I suppose from her, and Dr. Good had been putting salt salad or something like that on the yaws, and it was getting better, we continued to do that, he had a collar and you could take him out on a little leash and give him a chance to run and play, and he was just big enough that you couldn’t force him too hard, but he was okay, and then there was another one about the same age and that was a female, and then there was there was a smaller one, which I took to be a female too, then before, about a week before I left, they came in with a fourth one, and he’s the one who became, he was very small, and he was the one who became, who was named by named Sinbad, he was just, he brought in a little wooden box and he’d been in it for, I don’t know how many days, and he didn’t smell good, and he had a cold and he’d been rolling around and all the food and everything else, and so this African and I bathed him, he did some water in a can and we got him out and he was very good with him, I shot still pictures of that, I still have those, and we got him all clean and dried him off, and he was just fine after that, and he did well and came along pretty good, and then I had to make new boxes, I had sent from here MacArthur, who was in charge of repair and construction up here, had made some collapsible aluminum cages for these animals to come back in, but they got lost in transit somewhere and never arrived, and I had to get some lightweight wooden boxes made for them and drilled holes in them for ventilation, and it worked out all right, I had bought some blankets too, they had some wandering sales people come in from up country and they brought very colorful blankets from just south of the Sahara desert, I bought four of those to wrap around the boxes in transit to keep heat in if need be, ’cause there was no heat if we got cold, in any case, I was able to get them back, it’s long story, I won’t bore you with all the details of that, but they did come in, and I had also permission to fly from Paris to New York on TWA in one of their cargo planes, which was a DC4 in those days, and the DC4’s were pasture planes also, and as we came in over Boston, I knew that the AAZPA was meeting just at that time, so I asked these fellows, I could take the animals out of their cages in the cargo plane once we were in the air and feed them, take care of them, and the little one particularly, who only weighed 11 pounds when they reached Chicago, was I in my arms up to the cockpit and they feed him up there, give him his bottle there, and after he’d had his bottle, the captain was sitting there and he turned around looking at him, so he held out his arms and Bushman went to him and he sat there and here was this half wheel in front of him, and so he reached out to get it, to put his hand on that, and he got the other hand on it and the captain put his hands firmly on it, and then he backed off and I had my camera ready and I got a picture of Bushman flying the plane, I mean, Sinbad flying the plane, then I said, if you got some way to radio into Boston, to let the AAZPA, could I send him a message?
