BUT THE NATIVES MAY BE UP TO NO GOOD
Above and below are the final two pictures on the roll
(probably taken by a member of the tribe), and they reveal the hunters’
unfortunate end. If the reader looks closely he can count seven women
in the cannibals' cooking pot. This was not the end these valiant
women have envisioned, though, a number of people from Amelia’s hometown
had expressed concern for the women’s safety. Amelia’s pastor, for
one, expressed his reservations about the expedition:
That ignorant bitch’ll be lucky if she doesn’t blow her
own goddam [sic] head off. First off, any dumb ass knows there ain’t
no elephants in the south seas. Mark my words. She’s going
to get the whole lot of them served up like Thanksgiving dinner to a bunch
of godless heathern [sic]. I just wish I could be there to see the
look on her face when they cram that apple in her giant yap and shove that
big old stalk of celery up her [other end]." [Author’s note: No pictures
involving the insertion of apples or celery were ever found.]
What a tragic end for a woman who was loved and respected
by all who knew her.