Spirit of the Jungle by Bear Grylls

Author:Bear Grylls [Grylls, Bear]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pan Macmillan UK

The tops of the trees swayed and cracked as if something enormous was ploughing its way through the jungle towards them. The clearing’s pleasant little waterfall suddenly became a torrent, as some unseen force pushed the water before it. Then the water turned black, and rocks, dirt and broken trees were hurled over the edge.

A second later a wall of churning mud and water crashed through the forest – the spearhead of a mighty flash flood. There had been a massive landslide upstream, as part of the distant mountain had finally given way under the relentless monsoon rains.

Mother Wolf stood across the other side of the clearing as the flash flood tore between her and Mak faster than he could run. Mak saw Itch race to his mother’s side, but for some reason Mother Wolf wasn’t fleeing. Then Mak saw why . . .

Yip had become separated, and was on Mak’s side of the approaching divide. If he ran for his mother the young pup would undoubtedly be crushed, yet that was exactly what he was trying to do.

Mak yelled as he raced towards the pup. ‘YIP! NO!’

The little wolf hesitated on hearing Mak’s voice – but it stood no chance of avoiding the side of the mountain bearing down on it. Broken tree logs, complete with roots, were surging towards the defenceless animal.

Mak gritted his teeth and ran as hard as he could. He made it to the terrified pup just before the landslide did, and scooped it up in his arms. Looking around he realized that all he had done was risk getting them both killed.

No. He’d come too far for that. This wasn’t just about survival anymore; this was Mak versus the jungle – and he had no intention of losing.

He hurled Yip towards his mother. The young pup landed in a tumble, but was instantly on its feet and running for the safety of the trees with his family. Mak saw Mother Wolf cast one look behind – before the maelstrom was upon him.

Mak ducked to the side as a huge tree root thundered past. He leaped on to the fallen tree just as the mud was about to sweep him off his feet. With a remarkable balance he didn’t know he possessed, Mak remained crouching on the log as it hurtled him across the clearing.

Behind him, with a noise like the earth splitting open, came a churning wave of stone, mud and mangled trees. All Mak could do was keep his balance, even though he knew what lay ahead – the gorge.

He gripped the tree root, holding on for dear life – and then he was suddenly soaring through the air.

The constant roar of the flash flood was almost deafening – but Mak could still feel it through every bone in his body. Even his teeth vibrated together.

With one hand clutching a thick branch, the other outstretched to control his balance, Mak half-surfed the torrent even as he was pitched across the gorge.

The shaking stopped for a moment as the entire tree took to the air.

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