Thousands of feet above sea level tower the Owen Stanley mountains. Thick, jungly undergrowth, palms, bamboos, rotting and slimy vegetation cover their jagged flanks. Natives hoist themselves up the precipitous slopes by trailing liana vines. Waterfalls, gorges and limestone cliffs form freakish barriers. Strange, malicious insects infest the equatorial hell. It is one of the world's wildest jungles. Last week the Owen Stanley* range still stood. But the Japs, in less than a week's time, had negotiated it.
Australians, guarding the gap above Kokoda, had tried to stop them along the single...
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