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"Wambi the Jungle Boy" was a comic book hero of the 1940's. The stories were written by Roy L Smith, a pen name, and published by Fiction House Magazines. Wambi had a large cult following in his day; the stories were intended for children 10 years and up, yet many adults enjoyed them also. This edition, Book 2, presents eleven stories of Wambi carrying out a variety of actions to do with preserving the jungle and its inhabitants. One of my favourites is “Wambi and the Princess” where a mysterious Princess whose face is concealed behind a veil, and her slaves, are trying to capture animals from the jungle. They even capture Wambi when he tries to stop them but Tawn charges in and frees him, and then the three friends, Tawn, Wambi and Ogg…

"Wambi the Jungle Boy" was a comic book hero of the 1940's. The stories were written by Roy L Smith, a pen name, and published by Fiction House Magazines. Wambi had a large cult following in his day; the stories were intended for children 10 years and up, yet many adults enjoyed them also. I have re-written the stories, replacing the illustrations, action and dialogue with my own words, but the theme is as the original. The stories all have a moral or homily built into them, and the action is always lively. Here are the eight stories presented in this Book 2. Wambi and the Big Drought High in the treetops, Wambi slept a fitful, troubled sleep, for his beloved jungle was in the grip of a searing drought that had parched the… Wambi and the False Idol It was the time of the year, once again, when the Basonga tribe celebrated the ceremony of their God, the legendary Taura… Wambi and the Fangs of Fear Wambi had once seen a tiny snake battle a savage tiger…and win. "How can this be?" he wondered, for he had not yet learned that even the smallest speck of stuff called poison could defeat the mightiest beast… Wambi and the Lost Girl The Jungle Telegraph is very swift in sending messages. This message was sent by Maggo the macaw who first saw the newcomers. He told Leo, the leopard, Leo told Sirdah, the tiger, and… Wambi Kidnapped Wambi is building a new Tree-house, chopping down strong bamboo poles and hoisting them up into the green canopy of the jungle. As he works, a monkey named Chuki…. Wambi and the White Elephant Calf "Use your eyes, Wambi. The jungle is no place for day dreaming if you would live long here." These were the words spoken to Wambi… Wambi and the Killer Rajah Blood will tell! For the blood of a heartless tyrant infests the very earth he treads on with venomous poison of a treacherous snake… Wambi Blockades a Road The jungle is a mother to Wambi and all his animal friends, for she not only provides a home and protection, but the very foods that all the jungle dwellers eat

Excerpt from "The Slave Traders"Wambi lay, pretending to be asleep. But he was wide awake, every sense alert, listening. Suddenly he heard a shrill chattering. It was a White-tail, finding the wreck of his treetop highway, and chattering a scolding to the unknown vandal who had chopped the tree down.Cautiously, Wambi answered the chattering, and the White-tail’s voice stopped abruptly, as if it were listening, then began again, and stopped. Wambi gave the monkey call, “Come.”Silence:Raising himself on one elbow, Wambi searched the brush, and after a long wait, the figure appeared.It resembled a white-cloaked black priest, with a ring of white fur around its black face. Its tail was white and fleecy, and over the black body hung a long silk-white mantle. It was a White-tailed guereza, much sought after by many native tribes, who sold the beautiful fur and hide to traders.Wambi called again, softly. This time urgently, and White-tail took a slow, careful step into the open, rising on its long legs to see the strange scene. Wambi had a quick look at the guard; he was slumped over his gun, asleep.“Come.” said the man-cub.Slowly, warily, White-tail came toward him. It knew Wambi as a friend…But these others…Gingerly, it reached the man-cub’s side, still watching the others, until Wambi rather impatiently commanded, while pointing to the chain around the tree, “Bring it.”White-tail tilted its’ head to one side and looked doubtfully at the chain, then, putting one thumbless hand on the chain, looked back at Wambi, and raised the eyebrows inquiringly.The Jungle Boy nodded, grinning.So, obligingly, White-tail trotted to the tree, undid the chain, and carefully brought it back to Wambi.With excitement building, Wambi studied the faces of the sleeping slaves.