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When my old navy buddy Buzz Maxwell called me up and asked me if I wanted to take a boat trip up the Amazon just for the hell of it with our other navy buddy Chip Weatherby, I said sure, it sounded like fun.
Boy, was I wrong.
Dead wrong.
Like flesh-eating piranha wrong.
Hell in the Amazon, by Horace P. Sternwall, an “Ace Double” paperback original, paired with Five Elegant Hit-Men, by “Henry Per Swenson” (yet another Sternwall nom de plume); 1953.
(Scroll down the right-hand column of this page to find a listing of links to the opening passages of many other fine but sadly obscure novels by Horace P. Sternwall.)
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