The professor raised his eyebrows. “Babalu?” he said inquiringly.
“Didi maha feinosi intu ge doinen malumba?” The beautiful native girl nodded eagerly.
“Dodo um aufa shulamat va vada,” she replied. “Oi oi,” said the professor, thoughtfully stroking his chin.
“What does she say?” asked the first mate. “She says,” explained the professor,
“that her tribe has a very ancient song that would send the Travelling Tornado to sleep -”
“or would, if anyone were brave enough to sing it to the creature.”
“Don't make me laugh!” growled Jim Ironside. “Whoever heard of singing a tornado to sleep?”
“What do you think, Professor?” asked Sarah. “Is it scientifically feasible?”
“One should always try to keep an open mind,” said the professor.
“Many of these native traditions contain a grain of truth. The Teetotum elasticum may be sensitive to certain sonic vibrations.”
“We simply know too little about its mode of existence.”
“It can't do any harm,” the captain said firmly, “so let's give it a try. Tell her to carry on.”
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