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On Demand This is the story I told you about when we got news that they saw hippopotamuses swimming in the Rio Grande.

It got me thinking about a story I read quite some time ago by John Muallam called American Hippopotamus.

Now I'll put a link on my social media for the entire story.

This is kind of an edited, redacted version of the story,

but I wanted to get it to you because it's fascinating.

And some of the story goes into greater detail than what I'm going to give you, but

there's quite a bit of detail in this story as well. It's a story about hip-uponamuses,

as advertised.

But it's also a story about two very complicated and exceptional men.

These men were spies.

They were also bitter enemies.

Each wanted to kill the other and fully expected to feel really good about himself afterward.

Eccentric circumstances, circumstances having to do with hippoponimuses,

would join these men together as allies and even dear friends.

But then eventually they'd be driven into opposition again. Frederick Russell Burnham, a frontiersman and soldier of fortune who'd spent his life leaping

into conflicts with American Indians and colonial wars in Africa.

He was only about five foot four.

His presence was imposing.

He was a compact strong box of a man.

One admirer would describe him as empathically a man's man, able, active,

alert. The impression he gave was immediately one of force and self-control. Burnham had risen to fame as a scout,

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