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Edgar Rice Burroughs
this story from one who had no
business to tell it to me, or to any other.
I may credit the seductive influence of
an old vintage upon the narrator
for the beginning of it, and my own skeptical
incredulity during the days that
followed for the balance of the strange tale.
convivial host discovered that he
had told me so much, and that I was prone to
doubtfulness, his foolish pride
assumed the task the old vintage had commenced,
and so he unearthed written
evidence in the form of musty manuscript, and
dry official records of the
British Colonial Office to support many of the
salient features of his
I do not
say the story is true, for I did
not witness the happenings which it portrays,
but the fact that in the telling
of it to you I have taken fictitious names for
the principal characters quite
sufficiently evidences the sincerity of my own
belief that it MAY be true.
yellow, mildewed pages of the diary of
a man long dead, and the records of the Colonial
Office dovetail perfectly with
the narrative of my convivial host, and so I
give you the story as I
painstakingly pieced it out from these several
If you do
not find it credible you will at
least be as one with me in acknowledging that it
is unique, remarkable, and
records of the Colonial Office and
from the dead man's diary we learn that a
certain young English nobleman, whom
we shall call John Clayton, Lord Greystoke, was
commissioned to make a
peculiarly delicate investigation of conditions
in a British West Coast African
Colony from whose simple native inhabitants
another European power was known to
be recruiting soldiers for its native army,
which it used solely for the
forcible collection of rubber and ivory from the
savage tribes along the Congo
and the Aruwimi. The natives of the British
Colony complained that many of
their young men were enticed away through the
medium of fair and glowing
promises, but that few if any ever returned to
Englishmen in Africa went even further,
saying that these poor blacks were held in
virtual slavery, since after their
terms of enlistment expired their ignorance was
imposed upon by their white
officers, and they were told that they had yet
several years to serve.
the Colonial Office appointed John
Clayton to a new post in British West Africa,
but his confidential instructions
centered on a thorough investigation of the
unfair treatment of black British
subjects by the officers of a friendly European
he was sent, is, however, of little
moment to this story, for he never made an
investigation, nor, in fact, did he
ever reach his destination.
was the type of Englishman that one
likes best to associate with the noblest
monuments of historic achievement upon
a thousand victorious battlefields – a strong,
virile man – mentally, morally,
stature he was above the average height;
his eyes were gray, his features regular and
strong; his carriage that of
perfect, robust health influenced by his years
of army training.
ambition had caused him to seek
transference from the army to the Colonial
Office and so we find him, still
young, entrusted with a delicate and important
commission in the service of the
received this appointment he was
both elated and appalled. The
seemed to him in the nature of a well-merited
reward for painstaking and
intelligent service, and as a stepping stone to
posts of greater importance and
responsibility; but, on the other hand, he had
been married to the Hon. Alice
Rutherford for scarce a three months, and it was
the thought of taking this
fair young girl into the dangers and isolation
of tropical Africa that appalled
sake he would have refused the
appointment, but she would not have it so.
Instead she insisted that he accept, and,
indeed, take her with him.
were mothers and brothers and
sisters, and aunts and cousins to express
various opinions on the subject, but
as to what they severally advised history is
only that on a bright May morning
in 1888, John, Lord Greystoke, and Lady Alice
sailed from Dover on their way to
later they arrived at Freetown
where they chartered a small sailing vessel, the
Fuwalda, which was to bear
them to their final destination.
John, Lord Greystoke, and Lady
Alice, his wife, vanished from the eyes and from
the knowledge of men.
months after they weighed anchor and
cleared from the port of Freetown a half dozen
British war vessels were
scouring the south Atlantic for trace of them or
their little vessel, and it
was almost immediately that the wreckage was
found upon the shores of St.
Helena which convinced the world that the
Fuwalda had gone down with all on
board, and hence the search was stopped ere it
had scarce begun; though hope
lingered in longing hearts for many years.
Fuwalda, a barkentine of about one
hundred tons, was a vessel of the type often
seen in coastwise trade in the far
southern Atlantic, their crews composed of the
offscourings of the sea –
unhanged murderers and cutthroats of every race
and every nation.
Fuwalda was no exception to the
officers were swarthy bullies,
hating and hated by their crew. The captain,
while a competent seaman, was a
brute in his treatment of his men. He
knew, or at least he used, but two arguments in
his dealings with them – a
belaying pin and a revolver – nor is it likely
that the motley aggregation he
signed would have understood aught else.
So it was
that from the second day out from
Freetown John Clayton and his young wife
witnessed scenes upon the deck of the
Fuwalda such as they had believed were never
enacted outside the covers of
printed stories of the sea.
It was on
the morning of the second day
that the first link was forged in what was
destined to form a chain of
circumstances ending in a life for one then
unborn such as has never been
paralleled in the history of man.
sailors were washing down the decks of
the Fuwalda, the first mate was on duty, and the
captain had stopped to speak
with John Clayton and Lady Alice.
were working backwards toward the
little party who were facing away from the
and closer they came, until one of
them was directly behind the captain. In another
moment he would have passed by
and this strange narrative would never have been
that instant the officer turned to
leave Lord and Lady Greystoke, and, as he did
so, tripped against the sailor
and sprawled headlong upon the deck, overturning
the water- pail so that he was
drenched in its dirty contents.
instant the scene was ludicrous; but
only for an instant. With a volley of awful
oaths, his face suffused with the scarlet
of mortification and rage, the captain regained
his feet, and with a terrific
blow felled the sailor to the deck.
was small and rather old, so that
the brutality of the act was thus accentuated.
The other seaman, however, was neither
old nor small – a huge bear of a
man, with fierce black mustachios, and a great
bull neck set between massive
As he saw
his mate go down he crouched,
and, with a low snarl, sprang upon the captain
crushing him to his knees with a
single mighty blow.
scarlet the officer's face went white,
for this was mutiny; and mutiny he had met and
subdued before in his brutal
waiting to rise he
whipped a revolver from his pocket, firing point
blank at the great mountain of
muscle towering before him; but, quick as he
was, John Clayton was almost as
quick, so that the bullet which was intended for
the sailor's heart lodged in
the sailor's leg instead, for Lord Greystoke had
struck down the captain's arm as
he had seen the weapon flash in the sun.
passed between Clayton and the
captain, the former making it plain that he was
disgusted with the brutality
displayed toward the crew, nor would he
countenance anything further of the
kind while he and Lady Greystoke remained
captain was on the point of making an
angry reply, but, thinking better of it, turned
on his heel and black and
scowling, strode aft.
not care to antagonize an English
official, for the Queen's mighty arm wielded a
punitive instrument which he
could appreciate, and which he feared –
England's far-reaching navy.
sailors picked themselves up, the
older man assisting his wounded comrade to rise. The
big fellow, who was known among his mates
as Black Michael, tried his leg gingerly, and,
finding that it bore his weight,
turned to Clayton with a word of gruff thanks.
the fellow's tone was surly, his
words were evidently well meant. Ere he
had scarce finished his little speech he had
turned and was limping off toward
the forecastle with the very apparent intention
of forestalling any further
not see him again for several
days, nor did the captain accord them more than
the surliest of grunts when he
was forced to speak to them.
their meals in his cabin, as they
had before the unfortunate occurrence; but the
captain was careful to see that
his duties never permitted him to eat at the
officers were coarse, illiterate
fellows, but little above the villainous crew
they bullied, and were only too
glad to avoid social intercourse with the
polished English noble and his lady,
so that the Claytons were left very much to
itself accorded perfectly with
their desires, but it also rather isolated them
from the life of the little
ship so that they were unable to keep in touch
with the daily happenings which
were to culminate so soon in bloody tragedy.
in the whole atmosphere of the
craft that undefinable something which presages
to the knowledge of the Claytons,
all went on as before upon the little vessel;
but that there was an undertow
leading them toward some unknown danger both
felt, though they did not speak of
it to each other.
second day after the wounding of
Black Michael, Clayton came on deck just in time
to see the limp body of one of
the crew being carried below by four of his
fellows while the first mate, a
heavy belaying pin in his hand, stood glowering
at the little party of sullen
asked no questions – he did not
need to – and the following day, as the great
lines of a British battleship
grew out of the distant horizon, he half
determined to demand that he and Lady
Alice be put aboard her, for his fears were
steadily increasing that nothing
but harm could result from remaining on the
lowering, sullen Fuwalda.
noon they were within speaking
distance of the British vessel, but when Clayton
had nearly decided to ask the
captain to put them aboard her, the obvious
ridiculousness of such a request
became suddenly apparent. What
could he give the officer commanding her
majesty's ship for desiring to go back
in the direction from which he had just come!
he told them that two insubordinate
seamen had been roughly handled by their
would but laugh in their sleeves and
attribute his reason for wishing to leave the
ship to but one thing – cowardice.
Clayton, Lord Greystoke, did not ask
to be transferred to the British man-of-war.
Late in the afternoon he saw her upper
works fade below the far horizon,
but not before he learned that which confirmed
his greatest fears, and caused
him to curse the false pride which had
restrained him from seeking safety for
his young wife a few short hours before, when
safety was within reach – a safety
which was now gone forever.
mid-afternoon that brought the
little old sailor, who had been felled by the
captain a few days before, to
where Clayton and his wife stood by the ship's
side watching the ever
diminishing outlines of the great battleship.
The old fellow was polishing brasses, and
as he came edging along until
close to Clayton he said, in an undertone:
to pay, sir, on this 'ere
craft, an' mark my word for it, sir.
'Ell's to pay."
you mean, my good
fellow?" asked Clayton.
hasn't ye seen wats goin'
ye 'eard that devil's spawn
of a capting an' is mates knockin' the bloomin'
lights outen 'arf the crew?
busted 'eads yeste'day, an' three
Michael's as good as new
agin an' 'e's not the bully to stand fer it, not
'e; an' mark my word for it,
mean, my man, that the crew
contemplates mutiny?" asked Clayton.
exclaimed the old
fellow. "Mutiny! They
means murder, sir, an' mark my word for
comin', sir; hit's comin' but
I'm not a-sayin' wen, an' I've said too damned
much now, but ye was a good sort
t'other day an' I thought it no more'n right to
warn ye. But
keep a still tongue in yer 'ead an' when
ye 'ear shootin' git below an' stay there.
all, only keep a still tongue
in yer 'ead, or they'll put a pill between yer
ribs, an' mark my word for it,
sir," and the old fellow went on with his
polishing, which carried him
away from where the Claytons were standing.
cheerful outlook, Alice,"
should warn the captain at once,
the trouble may yet be
averted," she said.
suppose I should, but yet from
purely selfish motives I am almost prompted to
`keep a still tongue in my
'ead.' Whatever they do now they will spare us
in recognition of my stand for
this fellow Black Michael, but should they find
that I had betrayed them there
would be no mercy shown us, Alice."
but one duty, John, and that
lies in the interest of vested authority.
If you do not warn the captain you are as
much a party to whatever
follows as though you had helped to plot and
carry it out with your own head
not understand, dear,"
"It is of you I am
thinking – there lies my first duty. The
captain has brought this condition upon himself,
so why then should I risk
subjecting my wife to unthinkable horrors in a
probably futile attempt to save
him from his own brutal folly? You
no conception, dear, of what would follow were
this pack of cutthroats to gain
control of the Fuwalda."
duty, John, and no amount of
sophistries may change it. I
would be a
poor wife for an English lord were I to be
responsible for his shirking a plain
realize the danger which must
follow, but I can face it with you."
as you will then,
Alice," he answered, smiling. "Maybe we are
While I do not like the looks of things
board this ship, they may not be so bad after
all, for it is possible that the
`Ancient Mariner' was but voicing the desires of
his wicked old heart rather
than speaking of real facts.
on the high sea may have been
common a hundred years ago, but in this good
year 1888 it is the least likely
there goes the captain to his
If I am going to warn him I
might as well get the beastly job over for I
have little stomach to talk with
the brute at all."
he strolled carelessly in the
direction of the companionway through which the
captain had passed, and a
moment later was knocking at his door.
in," growled the deep tones
of that surly officer.
Clayton had entered, and closed
the door behind him:
come to report the gist of a
conversation I heard to-day, because I feel
that, while there may be nothing to
it, it is as well that you be forearmed.
In short, the men contemplate mutiny and
lie!" roared the
if you have been
interfering again with the discipline of this
ship, or meddling in affairs that
don't concern you you can take the consequences,
and be damned.
I don't care whether you are an English
or not. I'm
captain of this here ship,
and from now on you keep your meddling nose out
of my business."
captain had worked himself up to such a
frenzy of rage that he was fairly purple of
face, and he shrieked the last
words at the top of his voice, emphasizing his
remarks by a loud thumping of
the table with one huge fist, and shaking the
other in Clayton's face.
never turned a hair, but stood
eying the excited man with level gaze.
Billings," he drawled
finally, "if you will pardon my candor, I might
remark that you are
something of an ass."
he turned and left the captain
with the same indifferent ease that was habitual
with him, and which was more
surely calculated to raise the ire of a man of
Billings' class than a torrent
whereas the captain might easily have
been brought to regret his hasty speech had
Clayton attempted to conciliate
him, his temper was now irrevocably set in the
mold in which Clayton had left
it, and the last chance of their working
together for their common good was
Alice," said Clayton, as
he rejoined his wife, "I might have saved my
fellow proved most ungrateful. Fairly
jumped at me like a mad dog.
his blasted old ship may hang,
for aught I care; and until we are safely off
the thing I shall spend my
energies in looking after our own welfare.
And I rather fancy the first step to that
end should be to go to our
cabin and look over my revolvers. I am
sorry now that we packed the larger guns and the
ammunition with the stuff
found their quarters in a bad state of
from their open boxes
and bags strewed the little apartment, and even
their beds had been torn to
someone was more anxious
about our belongings than we," said Clayton. "Let's
have a look around, Alice, and
see what's missing."
thorough search revealed the fact that
nothing had been taken but Clayton's two
revolvers and the small supply of
ammunition he had saved out for them.
are the very things I most wish
they had left us," said Clayton, "and the fact
that they wished for
them and them alone is most sinister."
we to do, John?" asked
his wife. "Perhaps
you were right
in that our best chance lies in maintaining a
officers are able to prevent a
mutiny, we have nothing to fear, while if the
mutineers are victorious our one
slim hope lies in not having attempted to thwart
or antagonize them."
you are, Alice.
We'll keep in the middle of the road."
started to straighten up their
cabin, Clayton and his wife simultaneously
noticed the corner of a piece of
paper protruding from beneath the door of their
Clayton stooped to reach for it he was
amazed to see it move further into the room, and
then he realized that it was
being pushed inward by someone from without.
and silently he stepped toward the
door, but, as he reached for the knob to throw
it open, his wife's hand fell
upon his wrist.
John," she whispered. "They
do not wish to be seen, and so we
cannot afford to see them. Do not
that we are keeping to the middle of the road."
smiled and dropped his hand to his
they stood watching the
little bit of white paper until it finally
remained at rest upon the floor just
inside the door.
Clayton stooped and picked it up. It was
a bit of grimy, white paper roughly
folded into a ragged square. Opening it they
found a crude message printed
almost illegibly, and with many evidences of an
it was a warning to the
Claytons to refrain from reporting the loss of
the revolvers, or from repeating
what the old sailor had told them – to refrain
on pain of death.
imagine we'll be good,"
said Clayton with a rueful smile.
"About all we can do is to sit tight and
wait for whatever may
they have long to wait, for the
next morning as Clayton was emerging on deck for
his accustomed walk before
breakfast, a shot rang out, and then another,
which met his eyes confirmed his
worst fears. Facing the little knot of officers
was the entire motley crew of
the Fuwalda, and at their head stood Black
first volley from the officers the
men ran for shelter, and from points of vantage
behind masts, wheel-house and
cabin they returned the fire of the five men who
represented the hated
authority of the ship.
their number had gone down before
the captain's revolver. They
they had fallen between the combatants.
But then the first mate lunged forward
upon his face, and at a cry of
command from Black Michael the mutineers charged
the remaining four. The
crew had been able to muster but six
firearms, so most of them were armed with boat
hooks, axes, hatchets and
captain had emptied his revolver and
was reloading as the charge was made.
The second mate's gun had jammed, and so
there were but two weapons
opposed to the mutineers as they bore down upon
the officers, who now started
to give back before the infuriated rush of their
sides were cursing and swearing in a
frightful manner, which, together with the
reports of the firearms and the
screams and groans of the wounded, turned the
deck of the Fuwalda to the
likeness of a madhouse.
the officers had taken a dozen
backward steps the men were upon them.
An ax in the hands of a burly Negro cleft
the captain from forehead to
chin, and an instant later the others were down:
dead or wounded from dozens of
blows and bullet wounds.
grisly had been the work of the
mutineers of the Fuwalda, and through it all
John Clayton had stood leaning
carelessly beside the companionway puffing
meditatively upon his pipe as though
he had been but watching an indifferent cricket
last officer went down he thought it
was time that he returned to his wife lest some
members of the crew find her
outwardly calm and indifferent,
Clayton was inwardly apprehensive and wrought
up, for he feared for his wife's
safety at the hands of these ignorant,
half-brutes into whose hands fate had so
remorselessly thrown them.
turned to descend the ladder he was
surprised to see his wife standing on the steps
almost at his side.
have you been here,
the beginning," she
Oh, how awful! What
can we hope for at the hands of such as
I hope," he answered,
smiling bravely in an attempt to allay her
least," he added, "I'm
going to ask them.
Come with me,
must not let them think we
expect any but courteous treatment."
had by this time surrounded the
dead and wounded officers, and without either
partiality or compassion
proceeded to throw both living and dead over the
sides of the vessel. With
equal heartlessness they disposed of
their own dead and dying.
one of the crew spied the
approaching Claytons, and with a cry of:
"Here's two more for the fishes," rushed
toward them with
Michael was even quicker, so that
the fellow went down with a bullet in his back
before he had taken a half dozen
loud roar, Black Michael attracted
the attention of the others, and, pointing to
Lord and Lady Greystoke, cried:
here are my friends, and they
are to be left alone. D'ye understand?
captain of this ship now, an'
what I says goes," he added, turning to Clayton. "Just
keep to yourselves, and nobody'll
harm ye," and he looked threateningly on his
Claytons heeded Black Michael's
instructions so well that they saw but little of
the crew and knew nothing of
the plans the men were making.
they heard faint echoes of
brawls and quarreling among the mutineers, and
on two occasions the vicious
bark of firearms rang out on the still air.
But Black Michael was a fit leader for
this band of cutthroats, and,
withal held them in fair subjection to his rule.
fifth day following the murder of
the ship's officers, land was sighted by the
island or mainland, Black Michael did
not know, but he announced to Clayton that if
investigation showed that the
place was habitable he and Lady Greystoke were
to be put ashore with their
be all right there for a few
months," he explained, "and by that time we'll
have been able to make
an inhabited coast somewhere and scatter a bit.
Then I'll see that yer gover'ment's
notified where you be an' they'll
soon send a man- o'war to fetch ye off.
be a hard matter to land you
in civilization without a lot o' questions being
asked, an' none o' us here has
any very convincin' answers up our sleeves."
remonstrated against the inhumanity
of landing them upon an unknown shore to be left
to the mercies of savage
beasts, and, possibly, still more savage men.
words were of no avail, and only
tended to anger Black Michael, so he was forced
to desist and make the best he
could of a bad situation.
three o'clock in the afternoon they
came about off a beautiful wooded shore opposite
the mouth of what appeared to
be a land-locked harbor.
Michael sent a small boat filled with
men to sound the entrance in an effort to
determine if the Fuwalda could be
safely worked through the entrance.
an hour they returned and reported
deep water through the passage as well as far
into the little basin.
dark the barkentine lay peacefully
at anchor upon the bosom of the still,
mirror-like surface of the harbor.
surrounding shores were beautiful with
semitropical verdure, while in the distance the
country rose from the ocean in
hill and tableland, almost uniformly clothed by
of habitation were visible, but
that the land might easily support human life
was evidenced by the abundant
bird and animal life of which the watchers on
the Fuwalda's deck caught
occasional glimpses, as well as by the shimmer
of a little river which emptied
into the harbor, insuring fresh water in
darkness settled upon the earth, Clayton
and Lady Alice still stood by the ship's rail in
silent contemplation of their
From the dark shadows of
the mighty forest came the wild calls of savage
beasts – the deep roar of the
lion, and, occasionally, the shrill scream of a
shrank closer to the man in
terror-stricken anticipation of the horrors
lying in wait for them in the awful
blackness of the nights to come, when they
should be alone upon that wild and
the evening Black Michael joined
them long enough to instruct them to make their
preparations for landing on the
tried to persuade him to
take them to some more hospitable coast near
enough to civilization so that
they might hope to fall into friendly hands.
But no pleas, or threats, or promises of
reward could move him.
"I am the
only man aboard who would
not rather see ye both safely dead, and, while I
know that's the sensible way
to make sure of our own necks, yet Black
Michael's not the man to forget a
saved my life once, and in
return I'm goin' to spare yours, but that's all
I can do.
won't stand for any more, and
if we don't get ye landed pretty quick they may
even change their minds about
giving ye that much show. I'll
yer stuff ashore with ye as well as cookin'
utensils an' some old sails for
tents, an' enough grub to last ye until ye can
find fruit and game.
guns for protection, ye
ought to be able to live here easy enough until
When I get safely hid away I'll see to it
that the British gover'ment learns about where
ye be; for the life of me I
couldn't tell 'em exactly where, for I don't
But they'll find ye all right."
had left them they went silently
below, each wrapped in gloomy forebodings.
did not believe that Black Michael
had the slightest intention of notifying the
British government of their
whereabouts, nor was he any too sure but that
some treachery was contemplated
for the following day when they should be on
shore with the sailors who would
have to accompany them with their belongings.
of Black Michael's sight any of
the men might strike them down, and still leave
Black Michael's conscience
should they escape that fate was
it not but to be faced with far graver dangers?
Alone, he might hope to survive for
years; for he was a strong, athletic
of Alice, and that other little
life so soon to be launched amidst the hardships
and grave dangers of a
shuddered as he meditated upon the
awful gravity, the fearful helplessness, of
But it was a merciful Providence which
him from foreseeing the hideous reality which
awaited them in the grim depths
of that gloomy wood.
next morning their numerous chests
and boxes were hoisted on deck and lowered to
waiting small boats for
transportation to shore.
a great quantity and variety of
stuff, as the Claytons had expected a possible
five to eight years' residence
in their new home.
Thus, in addition to
the many necessities they had brought, there
were also many luxuries.
Michael was determined that nothing
belonging to the Claytons should be left on
out of compassion for them, or in
furtherance of his own self-interests, it would
be difficult to say.
no question but that the presence
of property of a missing British official upon a
suspicious vessel would have
been a difficult thing to explain in any
civilized port in the world.
zealous was he in his efforts to carry
out his intentions that he insisted upon the
return of Clayton's revolvers to
him by the sailors in whose possession they
small boats were also loaded salt
meats and biscuit, with a small supply of
potatoes and beans, matches, and
cooking vessels, a chest of tools, and the old
sails which Black Michael had
himself fearing the very thing
which Clayton had suspected, Black Michael
accompanied them to shore, and was
the last to leave them when the small boats,
having filled the ship's casks
with fresh water, were pushed out toward the
boats moved slowly over the smooth
waters of the bay, Clayton and his wife stood
silently watching their departure
– in the breasts of both a feeling of impending
disaster and utter
behind them, over the edge of a low
ridge, other eyes watched – close set, wicked
eyes, gleaming beneath shaggy
Fuwalda passed through the narrow
entrance to the harbor and out of sight behind a
projecting point, Lady Alice
threw her arms about Clayton's neck and burst
into uncontrolled sobs.
had she faced the dangers of the
mutiny; with heroic fortitude she had looked
into the terrible future; but now
that the horror of absolute solitude was upon
them, her overwrought nerves gave
way, and the reaction came.
not attempt to check her tears. It
were better that nature have her way in
relieving these long-pent emotions, and it was
many minutes before the girl –
little more than a child she was – could again
gain mastery of herself.
John," she cried at last,
"the horror of it.
What are we to
are we to do?"
but one thing to do,
Alice," and he spoke as quietly as though they
were sitting in their snug
living room at home, "and that is work.
Work must be our salvation. We
must not give ourselves time to think, for in
that direction lies madness.
work and wait.
I am sure that relief will come, and come
quickly, when once it is apparent that the
Fuwalda has been lost, even though
Black Michael does not keep his word to us."
John, if it were only you and
I," she sobbed, "we could endure it I know; but
dear," he answered, gently,
"I have been thinking of that, also; but we must
face it, as we must face
whatever comes, bravely and with the utmost
confidence in our ability to cope
with circumstances whatever they may be.
of thousands of years ago
our ancestors of the dim and distant past faced
the same problems which we must
face, possibly in these same primeval forests.
That we are here today evidences their
they did may we not do? And
even better, for are we not armed with
ages of superior knowledge, and have we not the
means of protection, defense,
and sustenance which science has given us, but
of which they were totally
ignorant? What they accomplished, Alice, with
instruments and weapons of stone
and bone, surely that may we accomplish also."
John, I wish that I might be a
man with a man's philosophy, but I am but a
woman, seeing with my heart rather
than my head, and all that I can see is too
horrible, too unthinkable to put
hope you are right, John. I will
do my best to be a brave primeval
woman, a fit mate for the primeval man."
first thought was to arrange a
sleeping shelter for the night; something which
might serve to protect them
from prowling beasts of prey.
the box containing his rifles and
ammunition, that they might both be armed
against possible attack while at
work, and then together they sought a location
for their first night's sleeping
yards from the beach was a little
level spot, fairly free of trees; here they
decided eventually to build a
permanent house, but for the time being they
both thought it best to construct
a little platform in the trees out of reach of
the larger of the savage beasts
in whose realm they were.
end Clayton selected four trees
which formed a rectangle about eight feet
square, and cutting long branches
from other trees he constructed a framework
around them, about ten feet from
the ground, fastening the ends of the branches
securely to the trees by means
of rope, a quantity of which Black Michael had
furnished him from the hold of
this framework Clayton placed other
smaller branches quite close together.
This platform he paved with the huge
fronds of elephant's ear which grew
in profusion about them, and over the fronds he
laid a great sail folded into
feet higher he constructed a similar,
though lighter platform to serve as roof, and
from the sides of this he suspended
the balance of his sailcloth for walls.
completed he had a rather snug little
nest, to which he carried their blankets and
some of the lighter luggage.
now late in the afternoon, and the
balance of the daylight hours were devoted to
the building of a rude ladder by
means of which Lady Alice could mount to her new
during the day the forest about them
had been filled with excited birds of brilliant
plumage, and dancing,
chattering monkeys, who watched these new
arrivals and their wonderful nest
building operations with every mark of keenest
interest and fascination.
that both Clayton and his
wife kept a sharp lookout they saw nothing of
larger animals, though on two
occasions they had seen their little simian
neighbors come screaming and
chattering from the near-by ridge, casting
frightened glances back over their
little shoulders, and evincing as plainly as
though by speech that they were
fleeing some terrible thing which lay concealed
before dusk Clayton finished his
ladder, and, filling a great basin with water
from the near-by stream, the two
mounted to the comparative safety of their
As it was
quite warm, Clayton had left the
side curtains thrown back over the roof, and as
they sat, like Turks, upon
their blankets, Lady Alice, straining her eyes
into the darkening shadows of
the wood, suddenly reached out and grasped
is it, a man?"
Clayton turned his eyes in the direction
she indicated, he saw silhouetted dimly against
the shadows beyond, a great
figure standing upright upon the ridge.
moment it stood as though listening
and then turned slowly, and melted into the
shadows of the jungle.
"I do not
know, Alice," he
answered gravely, "it is too dark to see so far,
and it may have been but
a shadow cast by the rising moon."
John, if it was not a man it was
some huge and grotesque mockery of man.
Oh, I am afraid."
gathered her in his arms, whispering
words of courage and love into her ears.
after, he lowered the curtain walls,
tying them securely to the trees so that, except
for a little opening toward
the beach, they were entirely enclosed.
As it was
now pitch dark within their tiny
aerie they lay down upon their blankets to try
to gain, through sleep, a brief
respite of forgetfulness.
lay facing the opening at the
front, a rifle and a brace of revolvers at his
had they closed their eyes than
the terrifying cry of a panther rang out from
the jungle behind them. Closer
and closer it came until they could
hear the great beast directly beneath them.
For an hour or more they heard it
sniffing and clawing at the trees
which supported their platform, but at last it
roamed away across the beach,
where Clayton could see it clearly in the
brilliant moonlight – a great,
handsome beast, the largest he had ever seen.
the long hours of darkness they
caught but fitful snatches of sleep, for the
night noises of a great jungle
teeming with myriad animal life kept their
overwrought nerves on edge, so that
a hundred times they were startled to
wakefulness by piercing screams, or the
stealthy moving of great bodies beneath them.
found them but little, if at all
refreshed, though it was with a feeling of
intense relief that they saw the day
as they had made their meager
breakfast of salt pork, coffee and biscuit,
Clayton commenced work upon their
house, for he realized that they could hope for
no safety and no peace of mind
at night until four strong walls effectually
barred the jungle life from them.
was an arduous one and required
the better part of a month, though he built but
one small room.
He constructed his cabin of small logs
six inches in diameter, stopping the chinks with
clay which he found at the
depth of a few feet beneath the surface soil.
end he built a fireplace of small
stones from the beach. These
also he set
in clay and when the house had been entirely
completed he applied a coating of
the clay to the entire outside surface to the
thickness of four inches.
window opening he set small branches
about an inch in diameter both vertically and
horizontally, and so woven that
they formed a substantial grating that could
withstand the strength of a
Thus they obtained air
and proper ventilation without fear of lessening
the safety of their cabin.
A-shaped roof was thatched with small
branches laid close together and over these long
jungle grass and palm fronds,
with a final coating of clay.
he built of pieces of the
packing-boxes which had held their belongings,
nailing one piece upon another,
the grain of contiguous layers running
transversely, until he had a solid body
some three inches thick and of such great
strength that they were both moved to
laughter as they gazed upon it.
greatest difficulty confronted
Clayton, for he had no means whereby to hang his
massive door now that he had
built it. After
two days' work, however,
he succeeded in fashioning two massive hardwood
hinges, and with these he hung
the door so that it opened and closed easily.
stuccoing and other final touches were
added after they moved into the house, which
they had done as soon as the roof
was on, piling their boxes before the door at
night and thus having a
comparatively safe and comfortable habitation.
building of a bed, chairs, table, and
shelves was a relatively easy matter, so that by
the end of the second month
they were well settled, and, but for the
constant dread of attack by wild
beasts and the ever growing loneliness, they
were not uncomfortable or unhappy.
great beasts snarled and roared
about their tiny cabin, but, so accustomed may
one become to oft repeated
noises, that soon they paid little attention to
them, sleeping soundly the
whole night through.
had they caught fleeting glimpses of
great man-like figures like that of the first
night, but never at sufficiently
close range to know positively whether the
half-seen forms were those of man or
brilliant birds and the little monkeys
had become accustomed to their new
acquaintances, and as they had evidently
never seen human beings before they presently,
after their first fright had
worn off, approached closer and closer, impelled
by that strange curiosity
which dominates the wild creatures of the forest
and the jungle and the plain,
so that within the first month several of the
birds had gone so far as even to
accept morsels of food from the friendly hands
of the Claytons.
afternoon, while Clayton was working
upon an addition to their cabin, for he
contemplated building several more
rooms, a number of their grotesque little
friends came shrieking and scolding
through the trees from the direction of the
as they fled they cast fearful glances
back of them, and finally they stopped near
Clayton jabbering excitedly to him
as though to warn him of approaching danger.
he saw it, the thing the little monkeys
so feared – the man-brute of which the Claytons
had caught occasional fleeting
approaching through the jungle in a
semi-erect position, now and then placing the
backs of its closed fists upon
the ground – a great anthropoid ape, and, as it
advanced, it emitted deep
guttural growls and an occasional low barking
was at some distance from the
cabin, having come to fell a particularly
perfect tree for his building
operations. Grown careless from months of
continued safety, during which time
he had seen no dangerous animals during the
daylight hours, he had left his
rifles and revolvers all within the little
cabin, and now that he saw the great
ape crashing through the underbrush directly
toward him, and from a direction which
practically cut him off from escape, he felt a
vague little shiver play up and
down his spine.
that, armed only with an ax, his
chances with this ferocious monster were small
indeed – and Alice; O God, he
thought, what will become of Alice?
yet a slight chance of reaching
He turned and ran toward it,
shouting an alarm to his wife to run in and
close the great door in case the
ape cut off his retreat.
Greystoke had been sitting a little
way from the cabin, and when she heard his cry
she looked up to see the ape
springing with almost incredible swiftness, for
so large and awkward an animal,
in an effort to head off Clayton.
low cry she sprang toward the cabin,
and, as she entered, gave a backward glance
which filled her soul with terror,
for the brute had intercepted her husband, who
now stood at bay grasping his ax
with both hands ready to swing it upon the
infuriated animal when he should
make his final charge.
and bolt the door, Alice,"
"I can finish this
fellow with my ax."
knew he was facing a horrible death,
and so did she.
was a great bull, weighing probably
three hundred pounds. His
close-set eyes gleamed hatred from beneath his
shaggy brows, while his great
canine fangs were bared in a horrid snarl as he
paused a moment before his
brute's shoulder Clayton could see
the doorway of his cabin, not twenty paces
distant, and a great wave of horror
and fear swept over him as he saw his young wife
emerge, armed with one of his
always been afraid of firearms, and
would never touch them, but now she rushed
toward the ape with the fearlessness
of a lioness protecting its young.
Alice," shouted Clayton,
"for God's sake, go back."
would not heed, and just then the
ape charged, so that Clayton could say no more.
swung his ax with all his mighty
strength, but the powerful brute seized it in
those terrible hands, and tearing
it from Clayton's grasp hurled it far to one
ugly snarl he closed upon his
defenseless victim, but ere his fangs had
reached the throat they thirsted for,
there was a sharp report and a bullet entered
the ape's back between his
Clayton to the ground the beast turned
upon his new enemy. There
stood the terrified girl vainly trying to fire
another bullet into the animal's
body; but she did not understand the mechanism
of the firearm, and the hammer
fell futilely upon an empty cartridge.
simultaneously Clayton regained his
feet, and without thought of the utter
hopelessness of it, he rushed forward to
drag the ape from his wife's prostrate form.
little or no effort he succeeded, and
the great bulk rolled inertly upon the turf
before him – the ape was dead. The
bullet had done its work.
examination of his wife revealed no
marks upon her, and Clayton decided that the
huge brute had died the instant he
had sprung toward Alice.
lifted his wife's still
unconscious form, and bore her to the little
cabin, but it was fully two hours
before she regained consciousness.
words filled Clayton with vague
apprehension. For some time after regaining her
senses, Alice gazed wonderingly
about the interior of the little cabin, and
then, with a satisfied sigh, said:
it is so good to be really
have had an awful dream,
thought we were no longer in
London, but in some horrible place where great
beasts attacked us."
there, Alice," he said,
stroking her forehead, "try to sleep again, and
do not worry your head
about bad dreams."
night a little son was born in the
tiny cabin beside the primeval forest, while a
leopard screamed before the
door, and the deep notes of a lion's roar
sounded from beyond the ridge.
Greystoke never recovered from the
shock of the great ape's attack, and, though she
lived for a year after her
baby was born, she was never again outside the
cabin, nor did she ever fully
realize that she was not in England.
she would question Clayton as to
the strange noises of the nights; the absence of
servants and friends, and the
strange rudeness of the furnishings within her
room, but, though he made no
effort to deceive her, never could she grasp the
meaning of it all.
ways she was quite rational, and
the joy and happiness she took in the possession
of her little son and the
constant attentions of her husband made that
year a very happy one for her, the
happiest of her young life.
would have been beset by worries
and apprehension had she been in full command of
her mental faculties Clayton
well knew; so that while he suffered terribly to
see her so, there were times
when he was almost glad, for her sake, that she
could not understand.
since had he given up any hope of
rescue, except through accident. With
unremitting zeal he had worked to beautify the
interior of the cabin.
lion and panther covered the
and bookcases lined the
vases made by his own hand
from the clay of the region held beautiful
tropical flowers. Curtains of grass
and bamboo covered the windows, and, most
arduous task of all, with his meager
assortment of tools he had fashioned lumber to
neatly seal the walls and
ceiling and lay a smooth floor within the cabin.
had been able to turn his hands at
all to such unaccustomed labor was a source of
mild wonder to him. But he loved
the work because it was for her and the tiny
life that had come to cheer them,
though adding a hundredfold to his
responsibilities and to the terribleness of
the year that followed, Clayton was
several times attacked by the great apes which
now seemed to continually infest
the vicinity of the cabin; but as he never again
ventured outside without both
rifle and revolvers he had little fear of the
strengthened the window protections
and fitted a unique wooden lock to the cabin
door, so that when he hunted for
game and fruits, as it was constantly necessary
for him to do to insure
sustenance, he had no fear that any animal could
break into the little home.
he shot much of the game from the
cabin windows, but toward the end the animals
learned to fear the strange lair
from whence issued the terrifying thunder of his
leisure Clayton read, often aloud to
his wife, from the store of books he had brought
for their new home. Among
these were many for little children – picture
books, primers, readers – for
they had known that their little child would be
old enough for such before they
might hope to return to England.
times Clayton wrote in his diary,
which he had always been accustomed to keep in
French, and in which he recorded
the details of their strange life. This
book he kept locked in a little metal box.
from the day her little son was born
Lady Alice passed quietly away in the night.
So peaceful was her end that it was hours
before Clayton could awake to
a realization that his wife was dead.
horror of the situation came to him
very slowly, and it is doubtful that he ever
fully realized the enormity of his
sorrow and the fearful responsibility that had
devolved upon him with the care
of that wee thing, his son, still a nursing
entry in his diary was made the
morning following her death, and there he
recites the sad details in a
matter-of- fact way that adds to the pathos of
it; for it breathes a tired
apathy born of long sorrow and hopelessness,
which even this cruel blow could
scarcely awake to further suffering:
son is crying for nourishment – O
Alice, Alice, what shall I do?
John Clayton wrote the last words
his hand was destined ever to pen, he dropped
his head wearily upon his
outstretched arms where they rested upon the
table he had built for her who lay
still and cold in the bed beside him.
long time no sound broke the
deathlike stillness of the jungle midday save
the piteous wailing of the tiny
forest of the table-land a mile back
from the ocean old Kerchak the Ape was on a
rampage of rage among his people.
younger and lighter members of his
tribe scampered to the higher branches of the
great trees to escape his wrath;
risking their lives upon branches that scarce
supported their weight rather
than face old Kerchak in one of his fits of
males scattered in all
directions, but not before the infuriated brute
had felt the vertebra of one
snap between his great, foaming jaws.
luckless young female slipped from an
insecure hold upon a high branch and came
crashing to the ground almost at
wild scream he was upon her, tearing
a great piece from her side with his mighty
teeth, and striking her viciously
upon her head and shoulders with a broken tree
limb until her skull was crushed
to a jelly.
he spied Kala, who, returning from
a search for food with her young babe, was
ignorant of the state of the mighty
male's temper until suddenly the shrill warnings
of her fellows caused her to
scamper madly for safety.
Kerchak was close upon her, so close
that he had almost grasped her ankle had she not
made a furious leap far into
space from one tree to another – a perilous
chance which apes seldom if ever
take, unless so closely pursued by danger that
there is no alternative.
the leap successfully, but as she
grasped the limb of the further tree the sudden
jar loosened the hold of the
tiny babe where it clung frantically to her
neck, and she saw the little thing
hurled, turning and twisting, to the ground
thirty feet below.
low cry of dismay Kala rushed
headlong to its side, thoughtless now of the
danger from Kerchak; but when she
gathered the wee, mangled form to her bosom life
had left it.
moans, she sat cuddling the body
to her; nor did Kerchak attempt to molest her.
With the death of the babe his fit of
demoniacal rage passed as suddenly
as it had seized him.
was a huge king ape, weighing
perhaps three hundred and fifty pounds.
His forehead was extremely low and
receding, his eyes bloodshot, small
and close set to his coarse, flat nose; his ears
large and thin, but smaller
than most of his kind.
temper and his mighty strength
made him supreme among the little tribe into
which he had been born some twenty
he was in his prime, there was no
simian in all the mighty forest through which he
roved that dared contest his
right to rule, nor did the other and larger
animals molest him.
Tantor, the elephant, alone of all the
wild savage life, feared him not – and he alone
did Kerchak fear.
When Tantor trumpeted, the great ape
with his fellows high among the trees of the
of anthropoids over which Kerchak
ruled with an iron hand and bared fangs,
numbered some six or eight families,
each family consisting of an adult male with his
females and their young,
numbering in all some sixty or seventy apes.
the youngest mate of a male called
Tublat, meaning broken nose, and the child she
had seen dashed to death was her
first; for she was but nine or ten years old.
her youth, she was large
and powerful – a splendid, clean-limbed animal,
with a round, high forehead,
which denoted more intelligence than most of her
So, also, she had a great capacity for
love and mother sorrow.
was still an ape, a huge, fierce,
terrible beast of a species closely allied to
the gorilla, yet more
intelligent; which, with the strength of their
cousin, made her kind the most
fearsome of those awe-inspiring progenitors of
tribe saw that Kerchak's rage had
ceased they came slowly down from their arboreal
retreats and pursued again the
various occupations which he had interrupted.
played and frolicked about among
the trees and bushes. Some
of the adults
lay prone upon the soft mat of dead and decaying
vegetation which covered the
ground, while others turned over pieces of
fallen branches and clods of earth
in search of the small bugs and reptiles which
formed a part of their food.
again, searched the surrounding
trees for fruit, nuts, small birds, and eggs.
passed an hour or so thus when
Kerchak called them together, and, with a word
of command to them to follow
him, set off toward the sea.
traveled for the most part upon the
ground, where it was open, following the path of
the great elephants whose
comings and goings break the only roads through
those tangled mazes of bush,
vine, creeper, and tree. When
walked it was with a rolling, awkward motion,
placing the knuckles of their
closed hands upon the ground and swinging their
ungainly bodies forward.
the way was through the lower
trees they moved more swiftly, swinging from
branch to branch with the agility
of their smaller cousins, the monkeys.
And all the way Kala carried her little
dead baby hugged closely to her
shortly after noon when they reached
a ridge overlooking the beach where below them
lay the tiny cottage which was
seen many of his kind go to their
deaths before the loud noise made by the little
black stick in the hands of the
strange white ape who lived in that wonderful
lair, and Kerchak had made up his
brute mind to own that death-dealing
contrivance, and to explore the interior
of the mysterious den.
wanted, very, very much, to feel his
teeth sink into the neck of the queer animal
that he had learned to hate and
fear, and because of this, he came often with
his tribe to reconnoiter, waiting
for a time when the white ape should be off his
they had quit attacking, or even
showing themselves; for every time they had done
so in the past the little
stick had roared out its terrible message of
death to some member of the tribe.
there was no sign of the man about,
and from where they watched they could see that
the cabin door was open. Slowly,
cautiously, and noiselessly they
crept through the jungle toward the little
were no growls, no fierce screams of
rage – the little black stick had taught them to
come quietly lest they awaken
they came until Kerchak himself
slunk stealthily to the very door and peered
him were two males, and then Kala,
closely straining the little dead form to her
the den they saw the strange white
ape lying half across a table, his head buried
in his arms; and on the bed lay
a figure covered by a sailcloth, while from a
tiny rustic cradle came the
plaintive wailing of a babe.
Kerchak entered, crouching for
the charge; and then John Clayton rose with a
sudden start and faced them.
that met his eyes must have
frozen him with horror, for there, within the
door, stood three great bull
apes, while behind them crowded many more; how
many he never knew, for his
revolvers were hanging on the far wall beside
his rifle, and Kerchak was
king ape released the limp form
which had been John Clayton, Lord Greystoke, he
turned his attention toward the
little cradle; but Kala was there before him,
and when he would have grasped
the child she snatched it herself, and before he
could intercept her she had
bolted through the door and taken refuge in a
took up the little live baby of
Alice Clayton she dropped the dead body of her
own into the empty cradle; for
the wail of the living had answered the call of
universal motherhood within her
wild breast which the dead could not still.
among the branches of a mighty tree
she hugged the shrieking infant to her bosom,
and soon the instinct that was as
dominant in this fierce female as it had been in
the breast of his tender and
beautiful mother – the instinct of mother love –
reached out to the tiny
man-child's half-formed understanding, and he
hunger closed the gap between them,
and the son of an English lord and an English
lady nursed at the breast of
Kala, the great ape.
meantime the beasts within the cabin
were warily examining the contents of this
satisfied that Clayton was dead,
Kerchak turned his attention to the thing which
lay upon the bed, covered by a
piece of sailcloth.
he lifted one corner of the
shroud, but when he saw the body of the woman
beneath he tore the cloth roughly
from her form and seized the still, white throat
in his huge, hairy hands.
he let his fingers sink deep into
the cold flesh, and then, realizing that she was
already dead, he turned from
her, to examine the contents of the room; nor
did he again molest the body of
either Lady Alice or Sir John.
hanging upon the wall caught his
first attention; it was for this strange,
death-dealing thunder-stick that he
had yearned for months; but now that it was
within his grasp he scarcely had
the temerity to seize it.
he approached the thing, ready
to flee precipitately should it speak in its
deep roaring tones, as he had
heard it speak before, the last words to those
of his kind who, through
ignorance or rashness, had attacked the
wonderful white ape that had borne it.
the beast's intelligence was
something which assured him that the
thunder-stick was only dangerous when in
the hands of one who could manipulate it, but
yet it was several minutes ere he
could bring himself to touch it.
he walked back and forth along the
floor before it, turning his head so that never
once did his eyes leave the
object of his desire.
long arms as a man uses crutches,
and rolling his huge carcass from side to side
with each stride, the great king
ape paced to and fro, uttering deep growls,
occasionally punctuated with the
ear-piercing scream, than?? which there is no
more terrifying noise in all the
he halted before the rifle. Slowly
he raised a huge hand until it almost
touched the shining barrel, only to withdraw it
once more and continue his
It was as
though the great brute by this
show of fearlessness, and through the medium of
his wild voice, was endeavoring
to bolster up his courage to the point which
would permit him to take the rifle
in his hand.
stopped, and this time succeeded
in forcing his reluctant hand to the cold steel,
only to snatch it away almost
immediately and resume his restless beat.
after time this strange ceremony was
repeated, but on each occasion with increased
confidence, until, finally, the
rifle was torn from its hook and lay in the
grasp of the great brute.
that it harmed him not, Kerchak
began to examine it closely. He
it from end to end, peered down the black depths
of the muzzle, fingered the
sights, the breech, the stock, and finally the
all these operations the apes who
had entered sat huddled near the door watching
their chief, while those outside
strained and crowded to catch a glimpse of what
Kerchak's finger closed upon the
was a deafening roar in
the little room and the apes at and beyond the
door fell over one another in
their wild anxiety to escape.
was equally frightened, so
frightened, in fact, that he quite forgot to
throw aside the author of that
fearful noise, but bolted for the door with it
tightly clutched in one hand.
passed through the opening, the front
sight of the rifle caught upon the edge of the
inswung door with sufficient
force to close it tightly after the fleeing ape.
Kerchak came to a halt a short
distance from the cabin and discovered that he
still held the rifle, he dropped
it as he might have dropped a red hot iron, nor
did he again attempt to recover
it – the noise was too much for his brute
nerves; but he was now quite
convinced that the terrible stick was quite
harmless by itself if left alone.
It was an
hour before the apes could again
bring themselves to approach the cabin to
continue their investigations, and
when they finally did so, they found to their
chagrin that the door was closed
and so securely fastened that they could not
cleverly constructed latch which
Clayton had made for the door had sprung as
Kerchak passed out; nor could the
apes find means of ingress through the heavily
roaming about the vicinity for a
short time, they started back for the deeper
forests and the higher land from
whence they had come.
not once come to earth with her little
adopted babe, but now Kerchak called to her to
descend with the rest, and as
there was no note of anger in his voice she
dropped lightly from branch to
branch and joined the others on their homeward
the apes who attempted to examine
Kala's strange baby were repulsed with bared
fangs and low menacing growls,
accompanied by words of warning from Kala.
assured her that they meant the
child no harm she permitted them to come close,
but would not allow them to
touch her charge.
It was as
though she knew that her baby was
frail and delicate and feared lest the rough
hands of her fellows might injure
the little thing.
thing she did, and which made
traveling an onerous trial for her.
Remembering the death of her own little
one, she clung desperately to
the new babe, with one hand, whenever they were
upon the march.
young rode upon their mothers'
backs; their little arms tightly clasping the
hairy necks before them, while
their legs were locked beneath their mothers'
with Kala; she held the small form
of the little Lord Greystoke tightly to her
breast, where the dainty hands
clutched the long black hair which covered that
portion of her body. She
had seen one child fall from her back to
a terrible death, and she would take no further
chances with this.
Kala nursed her little waif,
wondering silently why it did not gain strength
and agility as did the little
apes of other mothers. It was
year from the time the little fellow came into
her possession before he would
walk alone, and as for climbing – my, but how
stupid he was!
sometimes talked with the older
females about her young hopeful, but none of
them could understand how a child
could be so slow and backward in learning to
care for itself.
Why, it could not even find food alone,
more than twelve moons had passed since Kala had
come upon it.
known that the child had seen
thirteen moons before it had come into Kala's
possession they would have
considered its case as absolutely hopeless, for
the little apes of their own
tribe were as far advanced in two or three moons
as was this little stranger
Kala's husband, was sorely vexed,
and but for the female's careful watching would
have put the child out of the
never be a great ape,"
"Always will you have to
carry him and protect him. What
will he be to the tribe? None;
leave him quietly sleeping
among the tall grasses, that you may bear other
and stronger apes to guard us
in our old age."
Broken Nose," replied
I must carry him forever,
so be it."
Tublat went to Kerchak to urge him
to use his authority with Kala, and force her to
give up little Tarzan, which
was the name they had given to the tiny Lord
Greystoke, and which meant
Kerchak spoke to her about it Kala
threatened to run away from the tribe if they
did not leave her in peace with
the child; and as this is one of the inalienable
rights of the jungle folk, if
they be dissatisfied among their own people,
they bothered her no more, for
Kala was a fine clean-limbed young female, and
they did not wish to lose her.
grew he made more rapid strides,
so that by the time he was ten years old he was
an excellent climber, and on
the ground could do many wonderful things which
were beyond the powers of his
little brothers and sisters.
ways did he differ from them, and
they often marveled at his superior cunning, but
in strength and size he was
deficient; for at ten the great anthropoids were
fully grown, some of them
towering over six feet in height, while little
Tarzan was still but a
early childhood he had used his hands
to swing from branch to branch after the manner
of his giant mother, and as he
grew older he spent hour upon hour daily
speeding through the tree tops with
his brothers and sisters.
spring twenty feet across space at
the dizzy heights of the forest top, and grasp
with unerring precision, and
without apparent jar, a limb waving wildly in
the path of an approaching
drop twenty feet at a stretch from
limb to limb in rapid descent to the ground, or
he could gain the utmost
pinnacle of the loftiest tropical giant with the
ease and swiftness of a
but ten years old he was fully as
strong as the average man of thirty, and far
more agile than the most practiced
athlete ever becomes. And
day by day his
strength was increasing.
among these fierce apes had been
happy; for his recollection held no other life,
nor did he know that there
existed within the universe aught else than his
little forest and the wild
jungle animals with which he was familiar.
nearly ten before he commenced to
realize that a great difference existed between
himself and his fellows. His
little body, burned brown by exposure,
suddenly caused him feelings of intense shame,
for he realized that it was
entirely hairless, like some low snake, or other
attempted to obviate this by plastering
himself from head to foot with mud, but this
dried and fell off. Besides
it felt so uncomfortable that he
quickly decided that he preferred the shame to
higher land which his tribe
frequented was a little lake, and it was here
that Tarzan first saw his face in
the clear, still waters of its bosom.
It was on
a sultry day of the dry season
that he and one of his cousins had gone down to
the bank to drink.
As they leaned over, both little faces
mirrored on the placid pool; the fierce and
terrible features of the ape beside
those of the aristocratic scion of an old
It had been bad enough to be hairless,
own such a countenance! He
the other apes could look at him at all.
slit of a mouth and those puny
How they looked beside the
mighty lips and powerful fangs of his more
little pinched nose of his; so thin
was it that it looked half starved. He
turned red as he compared it with the beautiful
broad nostrils of his
Such a generous nose! Why it
spread half across his face! It
certainly must be fine to be so handsome,
thought poor little Tarzan.
he saw his own eyes; ah, that was
the final blow – a brown spot, a gray circle and
then blank whiteness!
Frightful! not even the snakes had such hideous
eyes as he.
was he upon this personal
appraisement of his features that he did not
hear the parting of the tall grass
behind him as a great body pushed itself
stealthily through the jungle; nor did
his companion, the ape, hear either, for he was
drinking and the noise of his
sucking lips and gurgles of satisfaction drowned
the quiet approach of the
thirty paces behind the two she
crouched – Sabor, the huge lioness – lashing her
she moved a great padded paw
forward, noiselessly placing it before she
lifted the next.
Thus she advanced; her belly low, almost
touching the surface of the ground – a great cat
preparing to spring upon its
was within ten feet of the two
unsuspecting little playfellows – carefully she
drew her hind feet well up
beneath her body, the great muscles rolling
under the beautiful skin.
she was crouching now that she
seemed flattened to the earth except for the
upward bend of the glossy back as
it gathered for the spring.
the tail lashed – quiet and
straight behind her it lay.
instant she paused thus, as though
turned to stone, and then, with an awful scream,
the lioness, was a wise hunter. To one
less wise the wild alarm of her fierce
cry as she sprang would have seemed a foolish
thing, for could she not more
surely have fallen upon her victims had she but
quietly leaped without that
knew well the wondrous quickness
of the jungle folk and their almost unbelievable
powers of hearing.
To them the sudden scraping of one blade
grass across another was as effectual a warning
as her loudest cry, and Sabor
knew that she could not make that mighty leap
without a little noise.
scream was not a warning. It was
voiced to freeze her poor victims in a
paralysis of terror for the tiny fraction of an
instant which would suffice for
her mighty claws to sink into their soft flesh
and hold them beyond hope of
So far as
the ape was concerned, Sabor
reasoned correctly. The little fellow crouched
trembling just an instant, but
that instant was quite long enough to prove his
however, with Tarzan, the
His life amidst the dangers
of the jungle had taught him to meet emergencies
with self-confidence, and his
higher intelligence resulted in a quickness of
mental action far beyond the
powers of the apes.
scream of Sabor, the lioness,
galvanized the brain and muscles of little
Tarzan into instant action.
him lay the deep waters of the
little lake, behind him certain death; a cruel
death beneath tearing claws and
had always hated water except as a
medium for quenching his thirst. He
hated it because he connected it with the chill
and discomfort of the
torrential rains, and he feared it for the
thunder and lightning and wind which
waters of the lake he had been
taught by his wild mother to avoid, and further,
had he not seen little Neeta
sink beneath its quiet surface only a few short
weeks before never to return to
the two evils his quick mind chose
the lesser ere the first note of Sabor's scream
had scarce broken the quiet of
the jungle, and before the great beast had
covered half her leap Tarzan felt
the chill waters close above his head.
not swim, and the water was very
deep; but still he lost no particle of that
self-confidence and resourcefulness
which were the badges of his superior being.
he moved his hands and feet in an
attempt to scramble upward, and, possibly more
by chance than design, he fell
into the stroke that a dog uses when swimming,
so that within a few seconds his
nose was above water and he found that he could
keep it there by continuing his
strokes, and also make progress through the
much surprised and pleased with this
new acquirement which had been so suddenly
thrust upon him, but he had no time
for thinking much upon it.
now swimming parallel to the bank
and there he saw the cruel beast that would have
seized him crouching upon the
still form of his little playmate.
lioness was intently watching Tarzan,
evidently expecting him to return to shore, but
this the boy had no intention
he raised his voice in the call of
distress common to his tribe, adding to it the
warning which would prevent
would-be rescuers from running into the clutches
immediately there came an answer
from the distance, and presently forty or fifty
great apes swung rapidly and
majestically through the trees toward the scene
lead was Kala, for she had
recognized the tones of her best beloved, and
with her was the mother of the
little ape who lay dead beneath cruel Sabor.
more powerful and better equipped
for fighting than the apes, the lioness had no
desire to meet these enraged
adults, and with a snarl of hatred she sprang
quickly into the brush and
now swam to shore and clambered
quickly upon dry land. The
freshness and exhilaration which the cool waters
had imparted to him, filled
his little being with grateful surprise, and
ever after he lost no opportunity
to take a daily plunge in lake or stream or
ocean when it was possible to do
long time Kala could not accustom
herself to the sight; for though her people
could swim when forced to it, they
did not like to enter water, and never did so
adventure with the lioness gave Tarzan
food for pleasurable memories, for it was such
affairs which broke the monotony
of his daily life – otherwise but a dull round
of searching for food, eating,
to which he belonged roamed a
tract extending, roughly, twenty-five miles
along the seacoast and some fifty
This they traversed almost
continually, occasionally remaining for months
in one locality; but as they
moved through the trees with great speed they
often covered the territory in a
very few days.
depended upon food supply, climatic
conditions, and the prevalence of animals of the
more dangerous species; though
Kerchak often led them on long marches for no
other reason than that he had
tired of remaining in the same place.
they slept where darkness overtook
them, lying upon the ground, and sometimes
covering their heads, and more
seldom their bodies, with the great leaves of
the elephant's ear. Two or
three might lie cuddled in each
other's arms for additional warmth if the night
were chill, and thus Tarzan had
slept in Kala's arms nightly for all these
huge, fierce brute loved this
child of another race is beyond question, and
he, too, gave to the great, hairy
beast all the affection that would have belonged
to his fair young mother had
was disobedient she cuffed him, it
is true, but she was never cruel to him, and was
more often caressing him than
her mate, always hated Tarzan, and
on several occasions had come near ending his
his part never lost an
opportunity to show that he fully reciprocated
his foster father's sentiments,
and whenever he could safely annoy him or make
faces at him or hurl insults
upon him from the safety of his mother's arms,
or the slender branches of the
higher trees, he did so.
superior intelligence and cunning
permitted him to invent a thousand diabolical
tricks to add to the burdens of
his boyhood he had learned to form
ropes by twisting and tying long grasses
together, and with these he was
forever tripping Tublat or attempting to hang
him from some overhanging branch.
constant playing and experimenting with
these he learned to tie rude knots, and make
sliding nooses; and with these he
and the younger apes amused themselves.
What Tarzan did they tried to do also,
but he alone originated and
while playing thus Tarzan had
thrown his rope at one of his fleeing
companions, retaining the other end in
By accident the noose fell
squarely about the running ape's neck, bringing
him to a sudden and surprising
was a new game, a fine game,
thought Tarzan, and immediately he attempted to
repeat the trick.
And thus, by painstaking and continued
practice, he learned the art of roping.
indeed, was the life of Tublat a
In sleep, upon the
march, night or day, he never knew when that
quiet noose would slip about his
neck and nearly choke the life out of him.
punished, Tublat swore dire vengeance,
and old Kerchak took notice and warned and
threatened; but all to no avail.
defied them all, and the thin,
strong noose continued to settle about Tublat's
neck whenever he least expected
apes derived unlimited amusement
from Tublat's discomfiture, for Broken Nose was
a disagreeable old fellow, whom
no one liked, anyway.
Tarzan's clever little mind many
thoughts revolved, and back of these was his
divine power of reason.
could catch his fellow apes with his
long arm of many grasses, why not Sabor, the
the germ of a thought, which,
however, was destined to mull around in his
conscious and subconscious mind
until it resulted in magnificent achievement.
came in later years.
wanderings of the tribe brought them
often near the closed and silent cabin by the
little land-locked harbor. To
Tarzan this was always a source of never-ending
mystery and pleasure.
peek into the curtained windows,
or, climbing upon the roof, peer down the black
depths of the chimney in vain
endeavor to solve the unknown wonders that lay
within those strong walls.
child-like imagination pictured
wonderful creatures within, and the very
impossibility of forcing entrance
added a thousandfold to his desire to do so.
clamber about the roof and windows
for hours attempting to discover means of
ingress, but to the door he paid
little attention, for this was apparently as
solid as the walls.
It was in
the next visit to the vicinity,
following the adventure with old Sabor, that, as
he approached the cabin,
Tarzan noticed that from a distance the door
appeared to be an independent part
of the wall in which it was set, and for the
first time it occurred to him that
this might prove the means of entrance which had
so long eluded him.
alone, as was often the case when he
visited the cabin, for the apes had no love for
it; the story of the
thunder-stick having lost nothing in the telling
during these ten years had
quite surrounded the white man's deserted abode
with an atmosphere of weirdness
and terror for the simians.
of his own connection with the
cabin had never been told him. The
language of the apes had so few words that they
could talk but little of what
they had seen in the cabin, having no words to
accurately describe either the
strange people or their belongings, and so, long
before Tarzan was old enough
to understand, the subject had been forgotten by
Only in a
dim, vague way had Kala explained
to him that his father had been a strange white
ape, but he did not know that
Kala was not his own mother.
day, then, he went directly to the
door and spent hours examining it and fussing
with the hinges, the knob and the
he stumbled upon the
right combination, and the door swung creakingly
open before his astonished
minutes he did not dare venture
within, but finally, as his eyes became
accustomed to the dim light of the
interior he slowly and cautiously entered.
middle of the floor lay a skeleton,
every vestige of flesh gone from the bones to
which still clung the mildewed
and moldered remnants of what had once been
clothing. Upon the bed lay a
similar gruesome thing, but smaller, while in a
tiny cradle near-by was a
third, a wee mite of a skeleton.
of these evidences of a fearful
tragedy of a long dead day did little Tarzan
give but passing heed. His
wild jungle life had inured him to the
sight of dead and dying animals, and had he
known that he was looking upon the
remains of his own father and mother he would
have been no more greatly moved.
furnishings and other contents of the
room it was which riveted his attention.
He examined many things minutely –
strange tools and weapons, books,
paper, clothing – what little had withstood the
ravages of time in the humid
atmosphere of the jungle coast.
chests and cupboards, such as did
not baffle his small experience, and in these he
found the contents much better
other things he found a sharp hunting
knife, on the keen blade of which he immediately
proceeded to cut his
he continued his
experiments, finding that he could hack and hew
splinters of wood from the
table and chairs with this new toy.
long time this amused him, but
finally tiring he continued his explorations.
In a cupboard filled with books he came
across one with brightly colored
pictures – it was a child's illustrated alphabet
A is for
pictures interested him greatly.
were many apes with faces similar to
his own, and further over in the book he found,
under "M," some
little monkeys such as he saw daily flitting
through the trees of his primeval
nowhere was pictured any of
his own people; in all the book was none that
resembled Kerchak, or Tublat, or
he tried to pick the little
figures from the leaves, but he soon saw that
they were not real, though he
knew not what they might be, nor had he any
words to describe them.
boats, and trains, and cows and horses
were quite meaningless to him, but not quite so
baffling as the odd little
figures which appeared beneath and between the
colored pictures – some strange
kind of bug he thought they might be, for many
of them had legs though nowhere
could he find one with eyes and a mouth.
It was his first introduction to the
letters of the alphabet, and he was
over ten years old.
he had never before seen print,
or ever had spoken with any living thing which
had the remotest idea that such
a thing as a written language existed, nor ever
had he seen anyone reading.
wonder that the little boy was
quite at a loss to guess the meaning of these
middle of the book he found his
old enemy, Sabor, the lioness, and further on,
coiled Histah, the snake.
was most engrossing! Never
before in all his ten years had he
enjoyed anything so much. So
was he that he did not note the approaching
dusk, until it was quite upon him
and the figures were blurred.
the book back in the cupboard and
closed the door, for he did not wish anyone else
to find and destroy his
treasure, and as he went out into the gathering
darkness he closed the great
door of the cabin behind him as it had been
before he discovered the secret of
its lock, but before he left he had noticed the
hunting knife lying where he
had thrown it upon the floor, and this he picked
up and took with him to show
to his fellows.
taken scarce a dozen steps toward
the jungle when a great form rose up before him
from the shadows of a low
first he thought it was one of
his own people but in another instant he
realized that it was Bolgani, the huge
was he that there was no chance
for flight and little Tarzan knew that he must
stand and fight for his life;
for these great beasts were the deadly enemies
of his tribe, and neither one
nor the other ever asked or gave quarter.
Tarzan been a full-grown bull ape of
the species of his tribe he would have been more
than a match for the gorilla,
but being only a little English boy, though
enormously muscular for such, he
stood no chance against his cruel antagonist.
In his veins, though, flowed the blood of
the best of a race of mighty
fighters, and back of this was the training of
his short lifetime among the
fierce brutes of the jungle.
no fear, as we know it; his little
heart beat the faster but from the excitement
and exhilaration of adventure.
Had the opportunity presented itself he would
have escaped, but solely because
his judgment told him he was no match for the
great thing which confronted
since reason showed him that
successful flight was impossible he met the
gorilla squarely and bravely
without a tremor of a single muscle, or any sign
he met the brute midway in its
charge, striking its huge body with his closed
fists and as futilely as he had
been a fly attacking an elephant. But in
one hand he still clutched the knife he had
found in the cabin of his father,
and as the brute, striking and biting, closed
upon him the boy accidentally
turned the point toward the hairy breast.
As the knife sank deep into its body the
gorilla shrieked in pain and
boy had learned in that brief
second a use for his sharp and shining toy, so
that, as the tearing, striking
beast dragged him to earth he plunged the blade
repeatedly and to the hilt into
gorilla, fighting after the manner of
its kind, struck terrific blows with its open
hand, and tore the flesh at the
boy's throat and chest with its mighty tusks.
moment they rolled upon the ground in
the fierce frenzy of combat. More
more weakly the torn and bleeding arm struck
home with the long sharp blade,
then the little figure stiffened with a
spasmodic jerk, and Tarzan, the young Lord
Greystoke, rolled unconscious upon the dead and
decaying vegetation which
carpeted his jungle home.
back in the forest the tribe had
heard the fierce challenge of the gorilla, and,
as was his custom when any
danger threatened, Kerchak called his people
together, partly for mutual protection
against a common enemy, since this gorilla might
be but one of a party of
several, and also to see that all members of the
tribe were accounted for.
soon discovered that Tarzan was
missing, and Tublat was strongly opposed to
sending assistance. Kerchak
himself had no liking for the strange
little waif, so he listened to Tublat, and,
finally, with a shrug of his
shoulders, turned back to the pile of leaves on
which he had made his bed.
was of a different mind; in fact,
she had not waited but to learn that Tarzan was
absent ere she was fairly
flying through the matted branches toward the
point from which the cries of the
gorilla were still plainly audible.
had now fallen, and an early moon
was sending its faint light to cast strange,
grotesque shadows among the dense
foliage of the forest.
there the brilliant rays
penetrated to earth, but for the most part they
only served to accentuate the
Stygian blackness of the jungle's depths.
huge phantom, Kala swung
noiselessly from tree to tree; now running
nimbly along a great branch, now
swinging through space at the end of another,
only to grasp that of a farther
tree in her rapid progress toward the scene of
the tragedy her knowledge of
jungle life told her was being enacted a short
distance before her.
of the gorilla proclaimed that it
was in mortal combat with some other denizen of
the fierce wood.
Suddenly these cries ceased, and the
of death reigned throughout the jungle.
could not understand, for the voice of
Bolgani had at last been raised in the agony of
suffering and death, but no
sound had come to her by which she possibly
could determine the nature of his
little Tarzan could destroy a
great bull gorilla she knew to be improbable,
and so, as she neared the spot
from which the sounds of the struggle had come,
she moved more warily and at
last slowly and with extreme caution she
traversed the lowest branches, peering
eagerly into the moon- splashed blackness for a
sign of the combatants.
she came upon them, lying in a
little open space full under the brilliant light
of the moon – little Tarzan's
torn and bloody form, and beside it a great bull
gorilla, stone dead.
low cry Kala rushed to Tarzan's
side, and gathering the poor, blood-covered body
to her breast, listened for a
sign of life.
Faintly she heard it – the
weak beating of the little heart.
she bore him back through the inky
jungle to where the tribe lay, and for many days
and nights she sat guard
beside him, bringing him food and water, and
brushing the flies and other
insects from his cruel wounds.
medicine or surgery the poor thing knew
could but lick the wounds,
and thus she kept them cleansed, that healing
nature might the more quickly do
Tarzan would eat nothing, but
rolled and tossed in a wild delirium of fever.
All he craved was water, and this she
brought him in the only way she
could, bearing it in her own mouth.
mother could have shown more
unselfish and sacrificing devotion than did this
poor, wild brute for the
little orphaned waif whom fate had thrown into
the fever abated and the boy
commenced to mend. No word of complaint passed
his tight set lips, though the
pain of his wounds was excruciating.
of his chest was laid bare to the
ribs, three of which had been broken by the
mighty blows of the gorilla. One
arm was nearly severed by the giant fangs, and a
great piece had been torn from
his neck, exposing his jugular vein, which the
cruel jaws had missed but by a
stoicism of the brutes who had
raised him he endured his suffering quietly,
preferring to crawl away from the
others and lie huddled in some clump of tall
grasses rather than to show his
misery before their eyes.
alone, he was glad to have with him,
but now that he was better she was gone longer
at a time, in search of food;
for the devoted animal had scarcely eaten enough
to support her own life while
Tarzan had been so low, and was in consequence,
reduced to a mere shadow of her
what seemed an eternity to the little
sufferer he was able to walk once more, and from
then on his recovery was so
rapid that in another month he was as strong and
active as ever.
his convalescence he had gone over
in his mind many times the battle with the
gorilla, and his first thought was
to recover the wonderful little weapon which had
transformed him from a hopelessly
outclassed weakling to the superior of the
mighty terror of the jungle.
was anxious to return to the cabin
and continue his investigations of its wondrous
one morning, he set forth alone
upon his quest. After a little search he located
the clean-picked bones of his
late adversary, and close by, partly buried
beneath the fallen leaves, he found
the knife, now red with rust from its exposure
to the dampness of the ground
and from the dried blood of the gorilla.
not like the change in its former
bright and gleaming surface; but it was still a
formidable weapon, and one
which he meant to use to advantage whenever the
had in mind that no more would
he run from the wanton attacks of old Tublat.
another moment he was at the cabin, and
after a short time had again thrown the latch
His first concern was to learn the
of the lock, and this he did by examining it
closely while the door was open,
so that he could learn precisely what caused it
to hold the door, and by what
means it released at his touch.
that he could close and lock the
door from within, and this he did so that there
would be no chance of his being
molested while at his investigation.
commenced a systematic search of the
cabin; but his attention was soon riveted by the
books which seemed to exert a
strange and powerful influence over him, so that
he could scarce attend to
aught else for the lure of the wondrous puzzle
which their purpose presented to
other books were a primer, some
child's readers, numerous picture books, and a
All of these he examined, but the
caught his fancy most, though the strange little
bugs which covered the pages
where there were no pictures excited his wonder
and deepest thought.
upon his haunches on the table
top in the cabin his father had built – his
smooth, brown, naked little body
bent over the book which rested in his strong
slender hands, and his great shock
of long, black hair falling about his well-
shaped head and bright, intelligent
eyes – Tarzan of the apes, little primitive man,
presented a picture filled, at
once, with pathos and with promise – an
allegorical figure of the primordial
groping through the black night of ignorance
toward the light of learning.
little face was tense in study, for he
had partially grasped, in a hazy, nebulous way,
the rudiments of a thought
which was destined to prove the key and the
solution to the puzzling problem of
the strange little bugs.
hands was a primer opened at a
picture of a little ape similar to himself, but
covered, except for hands and
face, with strange, colored fur, for such he
thought the jacket and trousers to
the picture were three
little bugs –
he had discovered in the text upon
the page that these three were repeated many
times in the same sequence.
fact he learned – that there were
comparatively few individual bugs; but these
were repeated many times,
occasionally alone, but more often in company
turned the pages, scanning the
pictures and the text for a repetition of the
Presently he found it beneath a picture
another little ape and a strange animal which
went upon four legs like the
jackal and resembled him not a little.
Beneath this picture the bugs appeared
A BOY AND
they were, the three little bugs
which always accompanied the little ape.
And so he
progressed very, very slowly, for
it was a hard and laborious task which he had
set himself without knowing it –
a task which might seem to you or me impossible
– learning to read without
having the slightest knowledge of letters or
written language, or the faintest
idea that such things existed.
not accomplish it in a day, or in a
week, or in a month, or in a year; but slowly,
very slowly, he learned after he
had grasped the possibilities which lay in those
little bugs, so that by the
time he was fifteen he knew the various
combinations of letters which stood for
every pictured figure in the little primer and
in one or two of the picture
meaning and use of the articles and
conjunctions, verbs and adverbs and pronouns he
had but the faintest
when he was about twelve he found a
number of lead pencils in a hitherto
undiscovered drawer beneath the table, and
in scratching upon the table top with one of
them he was delighted to discover
the black line it left behind it.
so assiduously with this new toy
that the table top was soon a mass of scrawly
loops and irregular lines and his
pencil-point worn down to the wood. Then
he took another pencil, but this time he had a
definite object in view.
attempt to reproduce some of the
little bugs that scrambled over the pages of his
It was a
difficult task, for he held the
pencil as one would grasp the hilt of a dagger,
which does not add greatly to
ease in writing or to the legibility of the
persevered for months, at such times
as he was able to come to the cabin, until at
last by repeated experimenting he
found a position in which to hold the pencil
that best permitted him to guide
and control it, so that at last he could roughly
reproduce any of the little
made a beginning of writing.
the bugs taught him another thing –
their number; and though he could not count as
we understand it, yet he had an
idea of quantity, the base of his calculations
being the number of fingers upon
one of his hands.
search through the various books
convinced him that he had discovered all the
different kinds of bugs most often
repeated in combination, and these he arranged
in proper order with great ease
because of the frequency with which he had
perused the fascinating alphabet
education progressed; but his greatest
finds were in the inexhaustible storehouse of
the huge illustrated dictionary,
for he learned more through the medium of
pictures than text, even after he had
grasped the significance of the bugs.
discovered the arrangement of words
in alphabetical order he delighted in searching
for and finding the
combinations with which he was familiar, and the
words which followed them,
their definitions, led him still further into
the mazes of erudition.
time he was seventeen he had learned
to read the simple, child's primer and had fully
realized the true and
wonderful purpose of the little bugs.
did he feel shame for his
hairless body or his human features, for now his
reason told him that he was of
a different race from his wild and hairy
He was a M-A-N, they were A-P-E-S, and
little apes which scurried through the forest
top were M-O-N-K-E-Y-S. He
knew, too, that old Sabor was a
L-I-O-N-E-S-S, and Histah a S-N-A-K-E, and
Tantor an E-L-E-P-H-A-N-T. And so
he learned to read. From then on his
progress was rapid. With
the help of the
great dictionary and the active intelligence of
a healthy mind endowed by
inheritance with more than ordinary reasoning
powers he shrewdly guessed at
much which he could not really understand, and
more often than not his guesses
were close to the mark of truth.
were many breaks in his education,
caused by the migratory habits of his tribe, but
even when removed from his
books his active brain continued to search out
the mysteries of his fascinating
bark and flat leaves and even
smooth stretches of bare earth provided him with
copy books whereon to scratch
with the point of his hunting knife the lessons
he was learning.
he neglect the sterner duties of
life while following the bent of his inclination
toward the solving of the
mystery of his library.
practiced with his rope and played with
his sharp knife, which he had learned to keep
keen by whetting upon flat
had grown larger since Tarzan had
come among them, for under the leadership of
Kerchak they had been able to
frighten the other tribes from their part of the
jungle so that they had plenty
to eat and little or no loss from predatory
incursions of neighbors.
younger males as they became
adult found it more comfortable to take mates
from their own tribe, or if they
captured one of another tribe to bring her back
to Kerchak's band and live in
amity with him rather than attempt to set up new
establishments of their own,
or fight with the redoubtable Kerchak for
supremacy at home.
one more ferocious than his
fellows would attempt this latter alternative,
but none had come yet who could
wrest the palm of victory from the fierce and
held a peculiar position in the
seemed to consider him one
of them and yet in some way different. The older
males either ignored him
entirely or else hated him so vindictively that
but for his wondrous agility
and speed and the fierce protection of the huge
Kala he would have been
dispatched at an early age.
was his most consistent enemy, but
it was through Tublat that, when he was about
thirteen, the persecution of his
enemies suddenly ceased and he was left severely
alone, except on the occasions
when one of them ran amuck in the throes of one
of those strange, wild fits of
insane rage which attacks the males of many of
the fiercer animals of the
jungle. Then none was safe.
day that Tarzan established his
right to respect, the tribe was gathered about a
small natural amphitheater
which the jungle had left free from its
entangling vines and creepers in a
hollow among some low hills.
space was almost circular in
every hand rose the mighty
giants of the untouched forest, with the matted
undergrowth banked so closely
between the huge trunks that the only opening
into the little, level arena was
through the upper branches of the trees.
safe from interruption, the tribe
In the center of the
amphitheater was one of those strange earthen
drums which the anthropoids build
for the queer rites the sounds of which men have
heard in the fastnesses of the
jungle, but which none has ever witnessed.
travelers have seen the drums of the
great apes, and some have heard the sounds of
their beating and the noise of
the wild, weird revelry of these first lords of
the jungle, but Tarzan, Lord
Greystoke, is, doubtless, the only human being
who ever joined in the fierce,
mad, intoxicating revel of the Dum-Dum.
primitive function has arisen,
unquestionably, all the forms and ceremonials of
modern church and state, for
through all the countless ages, back beyond the
uttermost ramparts of a dawning
humanity our fierce, hairy forebears danced out
the rites of the Dum-Dum to the
sound of their earthen drums, beneath the bright
light of a tropical moon in
the depth of a mighty jungle which stands
unchanged today as it stood on that
long forgotten night in the dim, unthinkable
vistas of the long dead past when
our first shaggy ancestor swung from a swaying
bough and dropped lightly upon
the soft turf of the first meeting place.
day that Tarzan won his emancipation
from the persecution that had followed him
remorselessly for twelve of his
thirteen years of life, the tribe, now a full
hundred strong, trooped silently
through the lower terrace of the jungle trees
and dropped noiselessly upon the
floor of the amphitheater.
of the Dum-Dum marked important
events in the life of the tribe – a victory, the
capture of a prisoner, the
killing of some large fierce denizen of the
jungle, the death or accession of a
king, and were conducted with set ceremonialism.
was the killing of a giant ape, a
member of another tribe, and as the people of
Kerchak entered the arena two
mighty bulls were seen bearing the body of the
vanquished between them.
their burden before the earthen
drum and then squatted there beside it as
guards, while the other members of
the community curled themselves in grassy nooks
to sleep until the rising moon
should give the signal for the commencement of
their savage orgy.
absolute quiet reigned in the
little clearing, except as it was broken by the
discordant notes of brilliantly
feathered parrots, or the screeching and
twittering of the thousand jungle
birds flitting ceaselessly amongst the vivid
orchids and flamboyant blossoms
which festooned the myriad, moss-covered
branches of the forest kings.
as darkness settled upon the
jungle the apes commenced to bestir themselves,
and soon they formed a great
circle about the earthen drum. The
females and young squatted in a thin line at the
outer periphery of the circle,
while just in front of them ranged the adult
the drum sat three old females, each
armed with a knotted branch fifteen or eighteen
inches in length.
and softly they began tapping upon
the resounding surface of the drum as the first
faint rays of the ascending
moon silvered the encircling tree tops.
light in the amphitheater increased
the females augmented the frequency and force of
their blows until presently a
wild, rhythmic din pervaded the great jungle for
miles in every direction. Huge,
fierce brutes stopped in their hunting,
with up-pricked ears and raised heads, to listen
to the dull booming that
betokened the Dum-Dum of the apes.
one would raise his shrill
scream or thunderous roar in answering challenge
to the savage din of the
anthropoids, but none came near to investigate
or attack, for the great apes,
assembled in all the power of their numbers,
filled the breasts of their jungle
neighbors with deep respect.
din of the drum rose to almost
deafening volume Kerchak sprang into the open
space between the squatting males
and the drummers.
erect he threw his head far back
and looking full into the eye of the rising moon
he beat upon his breast with
his great hairy paws and emitted his fearful
twice – thrice that terrifying cry
rang out across the teeming solitude of that
unspeakably quick, yet unthinkably
crouching, Kerchak slunk noiselessly
around the open circle, veering far away from
the dead body lying before the
altar-drum, but, as he passed, keeping his
little, fierce, wicked, red eyes
upon the corpse.
male then sprang into the arena,
and, repeating the horrid cries of his king,
followed stealthily in his wake.
Another and another followed in quick succession
until the jungle reverberated
with the now almost ceaseless notes of their
the challenge and the hunt.
the adult males had joined in the
thin line of circling dancers the attack
seizing a huge club from the pile
which lay at hand for the purpose, rushed
furiously upon the dead ape, dealing
the corpse a terrific blow, at the same time
emitting the growls and snarls of
din of the drum was now
increased, as well as the frequency of the
blows, and the warriors, as each
approached the victim of the hunt and delivered
his bludgeon blow, joined in
the mad whirl of the Death Dance.
was one of the wild, leaping
muscular body, glistening in the moonlight,
shone supple and graceful among the
uncouth, awkward, hairy brutes about him.
more stealthy in the mimic hunt,
none more ferocious than he in the wild ferocity
of the attack, none who leaped
so high into the air in the Dance of Death.
noise and rapidity of the drumbeats
increased the dancers apparently became
intoxicated with the wild rhythm and
the savage yells.
Their leaps and bounds
increased, their bared fangs dripped saliva, and
their lips and breasts were
flecked with foam.
an hour the weird dance went on,
until, at a sign from Kerchak, the noise of the
drums ceased, the female
drummers scampering hurriedly through the line
of dancers toward the outer rim
of squatting spectators. Then,
the males rushed headlong upon the thing which
their terrific blows had reduced
to a mass of hairy pulp.
seldom came to their jaws in
satisfying quantities, so a fit finale to their
wild revel was a taste of fresh
killed meat, and it was to the purpose of
devouring their late enemy that they
now turned their attention.
fangs sunk into the carcass tearing
away huge hunks, the mightiest of the apes
obtaining the choicest morsels,
while the weaker circled the outer edge of the
fighting, snarling pack awaiting
their chance to dodge in and snatch a dropped
tidbit or filch a remaining bone
before all was gone.
more than the apes, craved and
needed flesh. Descended from a race of meat
eaters, never in his life, he
thought, had he once satisfied his appetite for
animal food; and so now his
agile little body wormed its way far into the
mass of struggling, rending apes
in an endeavor to obtain a share which his
strength would have been unequal to
the task of winning for him.
side hung the hunting knife of his
unknown father in a sheath self-fashioned in
copy of one he had seen among the
pictures of his treasure-books.
he reached the fast disappearing
feast and with his sharp knife slashed off a
more generous portion than he had
hoped for, an entire hairy forearm, where it
protruded from beneath the feet of
the mighty Kerchak, who was so busily engaged in
perpetuating the royal
prerogative of gluttony that he failed to note
the act of LESE-MAJESTE.
Tarzan wriggled out from beneath
the struggling mass, clutching his grisly prize
close to his breast.
those circling futilely the outskirts
of the banqueters was old Tublat. He had
been among the first at the feast, but had
retreated with a goodly share to eat
in quiet, and was now forcing his way back for
So it was
that he spied Tarzan as the boy
emerged from the clawing, pushing throng with
that hairy forearm hugged firmly
to his body.
little, close-set, bloodshot,
pig-eyes shot wicked gleams of hate as they fell
upon the object of his
them, too, was greed for
the toothsome dainty the boy carried.
Tarzan saw his arch enemy as quickly,
and divining what the great beast would do he
leaped nimbly away toward the
females and the young, hoping to hide himself
Tublat, however, was close upon his
that he had no opportunity to seek a place of
concealment, but saw that he
would be put to it to escape at all.
he sped toward the surrounding
trees and with an agile bound gained a lower
limb with one hand, and then,
transferring his burden to his teeth, he climbed
rapidly upward, closely
followed by Tublat.
Up, up he
went to the waving pinnacle of a
lofty monarch of the forest where his heavy
pursuer dared not follow him. There
he perched, hurling taunts and insults at the
raging, foaming beast fifty feet
Tublat went mad.
horrifying screams and roars he rushed
to the ground, among the females and young,
sinking his great fangs into a
dozen tiny necks and tearing great pieces from
the backs and breasts of the
females who fell into his clutches.
brilliant moonlight Tarzan witnessed
the whole mad carnival of rage. He saw
the females and the young scamper to the safety
of the trees.
Then the great bulls in the center of the
arena felt the mighty fangs of their demented
fellow, and with one accord they
melted into the black shadows of the overhanging
but one in the amphitheater
beside Tublat, a belated female running swiftly
toward the tree where Tarzan
perched, and close behind her came the awful
Kala, and as quickly as Tarzan saw
that Tublat was gaining on her he dropped with
the rapidity of a falling stone,
from branch to branch, toward his foster mother.
was beneath the overhanging limbs
and close above her crouched Tarzan, waiting the
outcome of the race.
leaped into the air grasping a
low-hanging branch, but almost over the head of
Tublat, so nearly had he
She should have been safe
now but there was a rending, tearing sound, the
branch broke and precipitated
her full upon the head of Tublat, knocking him
to the ground.
up in an instant, but as quick as
they had been Tarzan had been quicker, so that
the infuriated bull found himself
facing the man-child who stood between him and
could have suited the fierce beast
better, and with a roar of triumph he leaped
upon the little Lord Greystoke.
But his fangs never closed in that nut brown
muscular hand shot out and grasped the
hairy throat, and another plunged a keen hunting
knife a dozen times into the
Like lightning the blows
fell, and only ceased when Tarzan felt the limp
form crumple beneath him.
body rolled to the ground Tarzan of
the Apes placed his foot upon the neck of his
lifelong enemy and, raising his
eyes to the full moon, threw back his fierce
young head and voiced the wild and
terrible cry of his people.
one the tribe swung down from their
arboreal retreats and formed a circle about
Tarzan and his vanquished foe. When
they had all come Tarzan turned toward
Tarzan," he cried.
"I am a great killer. Let
all respect Tarzan of the Apes and Kala,
There be none among you as
mighty as Tarzan.
Let his enemies
full into the wicked, red eyes of
Kerchak, the young Lord Greystoke beat upon his
mighty breast and screamed out
once more his shrill cry of defiance.
morning after the Dum-Dum the tribe
started slowly back through the forest toward
of Tublat lay where it had fallen,
for the people of Kerchak do not eat their own
was but a leisurely search for
palm and gray plum, pisang
and scitamine they found in abundance, with wild
pineapple, and occasionally
small mammals, birds, eggs, reptiles, and
nuts they cracked between their powerful
jaws, or, if too hard, broke by pounding between
Sabor, crossing their path, sent
them scurrying to the safety of the higher
branches, for if she respected their
number and their sharp fangs, they on their part
held her cruel and mighty
ferocity in equal esteem.
low-hanging branch sat Tarzan
directly above the majestic, supple body as it
forged silently through the
He hurled a pineapple at
the ancient enemy of his people. The
great beast stopped and, turning, eyed the
taunting figure above her.
angry lash of her tail she bared
her yellow fangs, curling her great lips in a
hideous snarl that wrinkled her
bristling snout in serried ridges and closed her
wicked eyes to two narrow
slits of rage and hatred.
back-laid ears she looked straight
into the eyes of Tarzan of the Apes and sounded
her fierce, shrill challenge.
And from the safety of his overhanging limb the
ape-child sent back the
fearsome answer of his kind.
moment the two eyed each other in
silence, and then the great cat turned into the
jungle, which swallowed her as
the ocean engulfs a tossed pebble.
the mind of Tarzan a great plan
had killed the fierce Tublat,
so was he not therefore a mighty fighter?
Now would he track down the crafty Sabor
and slay her likewise. He
would be a mighty hunter, also.
bottom of his little English heart
beat the great desire to cover his nakedness
with CLOTHES for he had learned
from his picture books that all MEN were so
covered, while MONKEYS and APES and
every other living thing went naked.
therefore, must be truly a badge of
greatness; the insignia of the superiority of
MAN over all other animals, for
surely there could be no other reason for
wearing the hideous things.
moons ago, when he had been much
smaller, he had desired the skin of Sabor, the
lioness, or Numa, the lion, or
Sheeta, the leopard to cover his hairless body
that he might no longer resemble
hideous Histah, the snake; but now he was proud
of his sleek skin for it
betokened his descent from a mighty race, and
the conflicting desires to go
naked in prideful proof of his ancestry, or to
conform to the customs of his
own kind and wear hideous and uncomfortable
apparel found first one and then
the other in the ascendency.
tribe continued their slow way
through the forest after the passing of Sabor,
Tarzan's head was filled with
his great scheme for slaying his enemy, and for
many days thereafter he thought
of little else.
day, however, he presently had
other and more immediate interests to attract
it became as midnight; the noises
of the jungle ceased; the trees stood motionless
as though in paralyzed
expectancy of some great and imminent disaster.
All nature waited – but not for long.
from a distance, came a low, sad
and nearer it approached,
mounting louder and louder in volume.
trees bent in unison as though
pressed earthward by a mighty hand.
Farther and farther toward the ground
they inclined, and still there was
no sound save the deep and awesome moaning of
suddenly, the jungle giants whipped
back, lashing their mighty tops in angry and
A vivid and blinding light flashed from
whirling, inky clouds above. The deep cannonade
of roaring thunder belched
forth its fearsome challenge. The
came – all hell broke loose upon the jungle.
shivering from the cold rain,
huddled at the bases of great trees. The
lightning, darting and flashing through the
blackness, showed wildly waving
branches, whipping streamers and bending trunks.
again some ancient patriarch of the
woods, rent by a flashing bolt, would crash in a
thousand pieces among the
surrounding trees, carrying down numberless
branches and many smaller neighbors
to add to the tangled confusion of the tropical
great and small, torn away by the
ferocity of the tornado, hurtled through the
wildly waving verdure, carrying
death and destruction to countless unhappy
denizens of the thickly peopled
the fury of the storm continued
without surcease, and still the tribe huddled
close in shivering fear. In
constant danger from falling trunks and branches
and paralyzed by the vivid
flashing of lightning and the bellowing of
thunder they crouched in pitiful
misery until the storm passed.
was as sudden as the
The wind ceased, the sun
shone forth – nature smiled once more.
dripping leaves and branches, and the
moist petals of gorgeous flowers glistened in
the splendor of the returning
day. And, so – as Nature forgot, her children
Busy life went on as it had been before
darkness and the fright.
Tarzan a dawning light had come to
explain the mystery of CLOTHES. How
he would have been beneath the heavy coat of
so was added a further incentive to the
several months the tribe hovered near
the beach where stood Tarzan's cabin, and his
studies took up the greater
portion of his time, but always when journeying
through the forest he kept his
rope in readiness, and many were the smaller
animals that fell into the snare
of the quick thrown noose.
fell about the short neck of Horta,
the boar, and his mad lunge for freedom toppled
Tarzan from the overhanging
limb where he had lain in wait and from whence
he had launched his sinuous
mighty tusker turned at the sound of
his falling body, and, seeing only the easy prey
of a young ape, he lowered his
head and charged madly at the surprised youth.
happily, was uninjured by the fall,
alighting catlike upon all fours far outspread
to take up the shock. He was
on his feet in an instant and, leaping
with the agility of the monkey he was, he gained
the safety of a low limb as
Horta, the boar, rushed futilely beneath.
was that Tarzan learned by
experience the limitations as well as the
possibilities of his strange weapon.
He lost a
long rope on this occasion, but
he knew that had it been Sabor who had thus
dragged him from his perch the
outcome might have been very different, for he
would have lost his life,
doubtless, into the bargain.
him many days to braid a new rope,
but when, finally, it was done he went forth
purposely to hunt, and lie in wait
among the dense foliage of a great branch right
above the well-beaten trail
that led to water.
small animals passed unharmed
He did not want such
insignificant game. It
would take a
strong animal to test the efficacy of his new
came she whom Tarzan sought, with
lithe sinews rolling beneath shimmering hide;
fat and glossy came Sabor, the
padded feet fell soft and
noiseless on the narrow trail. Her
was high in ever alert attention; her long tail
moved slowly in sinuous and
and nearer she came to where Tarzan
of the Apes crouched upon his limb, the coils of
his long rope poised ready in
thing of bronze, motionless as
death, sat Tarzan. Sabor passed beneath.
One stride beyond she took – a second, a
third, and then the silent coil
shot out above her.
instant the spreading noose hung
above her head like a great snake, and then, as
she looked upward to detect the
origin of the swishing sound of the rope, it
settled about her neck. With a
quick jerk Tarzan snapped the noose
tight about the glossy throat, and then he
dropped the rope and clung to his
support with both hands.
bound the startled beast turned into
the jungle, but Tarzan was not to lose another
rope through the same cause as
He had learned from
The lioness had taken but
half her second bound when she felt the rope
tighten about her neck; her body
turned completely over in the air and she fell
with a heavy crash upon her
had fastened the end of the
rope securely to the trunk of the great tree on
which he sat.
his plan had worked to perfection,
but when he grasped the rope, bracing himself
behind a crotch of two mighty
branches, he found that dragging the mighty,
struggling, clawing, biting,
screaming mass of iron-muscled fury up to the
tree and hanging her was a very
weight of old Sabor was immense, and
when she braced her huge paws nothing less than
Tantor, the elephant, himself,
could have budged her.
lioness was now back in the path where
she could see the author of the indignity which
had been placed upon her.
Screaming with rage she suddenly charged,
leaping high into the air toward
Tarzan, but when her huge body struck the limb
on which Tarzan had been, Tarzan
was no longer there.
he perched lightly upon a smaller
branch twenty feet above the raging captive.
For a moment Sabor hung half across the
branch, while Tarzan mocked, and
hurled twigs and branches at her unprotected
the beast dropped to the earth
again and Tarzan came quickly to seize the rope,
but Sabor had now found that
it was only a slender cord that held her, and
grasping it in her huge jaws
severed it before Tarzan could tighten the
strangling noose a second time.
was much hurt.
His well-laid plan had come to naught, so
sat there screaming at the roaring creature
beneath him and making mocking
grimaces at it.
paced back and forth beneath the tree
for hours; four times she crouched and sprang at
the dancing sprite above her,
but might as well have clutched at the illusive
wind that murmured through the
Tarzan tired of the sport, and with
a parting roar of challenge and a well-aimed
ripe fruit that spread soft and
sticky over the snarling face of his enemy, he
swung rapidly through the trees,
a hundred feet above the ground, and in a short
time was among the members of
recounted the details of his
adventure, with swelling chest and so
considerable swagger that he quite
impressed even his bitterest enemies, while Kala
fairly danced for joy and
the Apes lived on in his wild,
jungle existence with little change for several
years, only that he grew
stronger and wiser, and learned from his books
more and more of the strange
worlds which lay somewhere outside his primeval
life was never monotonous or
was always Pisah, the fish,
to be caught in the many streams and the little
lakes, and Sabor, with her ferocious
cousins to keep one ever on the alert and give
zest to every instant that one
spent upon the ground.
they hunted him, and more often he
hunted them, but though they never quite reached
him with those cruel, sharp
claws of theirs, yet there were times when one
could scarce have passed a thick
leaf between their talons and his smooth hide.
Sabor, the lioness, and quick
were Numa and Sheeta, but Tarzan of the Apes was
Tantor, the elephant, he made
friends. How? Ask
not. But this is known to the denizens of
the jungle, that on many moonlight nights Tarzan
of the Apes and Tantor, the
elephant, walked together, and where the way was
clear Tarzan rode, perched
high upon Tantor's mighty back.
during these years he spent in
the cabin of his father, where still lay,
untouched, the bones of his parents
and the skeleton of Kala's baby. At
eighteen he read fluently and understood nearly
all he read in the many and
varied volumes on the shelves.
could he write, with printed letters,
rapidly and plainly, but script he had not
mastered, for though there were
several copy books among his treasure, there was
so little written English in
the cabin that he saw no use for bothering with
this other form of writing, though
he could read it, laboriously.
eighteen, we find him, an English
lordling, who could speak no English, and yet
who could read and write his
Never had he seen a
human being other than himself, for the little
area traversed by his tribe was
watered by no greater river to bring down the
savage natives of the interior.
hills shut it off on three sides, the
ocean on the fourth. It was
lions and leopards and poisonous snakes.
Its untouched mazes of matted jungle had
as yet invited no hardy pioneer
from the human beasts beyond its frontier.
Tarzan of the Apes sat one day in
the cabin of his father delving into the
mysteries of a new book, the ancient
security of his jungle was broken forever.
far eastern confine a strange
cavalcade strung, in single file, over the brow
of a low hill.
advance were fifty black warriors armed
with slender wooden spears with ends hard baked
over slow fires, and long bows
and poisoned arrows. On
their backs were
oval shields, in their noses huge rings, while
from the kinky wool of their
heads protruded tufts of gay feathers.
their foreheads were tattooed three
parallel lines of color, and on each breast
three concentric circles. Their
yellow teeth were filed to sharp
points, and their great protruding lips added
still further to the low and
bestial brutishness of their appearance.
them were several hundred women
and children, the former bearing upon their
heads great burdens of cooking
pots, household utensils and ivory. In
the rear were a hundred warriors, similar in all
respects to the advance guard.
more greatly feared an attack
from the rear than whatever unknown enemies
lurked in their advance was
evidenced by the formation of the column; and
such was the fact, for they were
fleeing from the white man's soldiers who had so
harassed them for rubber and
ivory that they had turned upon their conquerors
one day and massacred a white
officer and a small detachment of his black
days they had gorged themselves on
meat, but eventually a stronger body of troops
had come and fallen upon their
village by night to revenge the death of their
night the black soldiers of the white
man had had meat a-plenty, and this little
remnant of a once powerful tribe had
slunk off into the gloomy jungle toward the
unknown, and freedom.
which meant freedom and the
pursuit of happiness to these savage blacks
meant consternation and death to
many of the wild denizens of their new home.
days the little cavalcade marched
slowly through the heart of this unknown and
untracked forest, until finally,
early in the fourth day, they came upon a little
spot near the banks of a small
river, which seemed less thickly overgrown than
any ground they had yet
set to work to build a new
village, and in a month a great clearing had
been made, huts and palisades
erected, plantains, yams and maize planted, and
they had taken up their old
life in their new home. Here
no white men, no soldiers, nor any rubber or
ivory to be gathered for cruel and
moons passed by ere the blacks
ventured far into the territory surrounding
their new village.
Several had already fallen prey to old
and because the jungle was so infested with
these fierce and bloodthirsty cats,
and with lions and leopards, the ebony warriors
hesitated to trust themselves
far from the safety of their palisades.
day, Kulonga, a son of the old
king, Mbonga, wandered far into the dense mazes
to the west.
Warily he stepped, his slender lance ever
ready, his long oval shield firmly grasped in
his left hand close to his sleek
back his bow, and in the quiver upon
his shield many slim, straight arrows, well
smeared with the thick, dark, tarry
substance that rendered deadly their tiniest
found Kulonga far from the palisades
of his father's village, but still headed
westward, and climbing into the fork
of a great tree he fashioned a rude platform and
curled himself for sleep.
miles to the west slept the tribe of
next morning the apes were astir,
moving through the jungle in search of food.
Tarzan, as was his custom, prosecuted his
search in the direction of the
cabin so that by leisurely hunting on the way
his stomach was filled by the
time he reached the beach.
scattered by ones, and twos, and
threes in all directions, but ever within sound
of a signal of alarm.
moved slowly along an elephant
track toward the east, and was busily engaged in
turning over rotted limbs and
logs in search of succulent bugs and fungi, when
the faintest shadow of a
strange noise brought her to startled attention.
yards before her the trail was
straight, and down this leafy tunnel she saw the
stealthy advancing figure of a
strange and fearful creature.
not wait to see more, but,
turning, moved rapidly back along the trail.
She did not run; but, after the manner of
her kind when not aroused,
sought rather to avoid than to escape.
after her came Kulonga. Here
was meat. He
could make a killing and feast well this
he hurried, his spear poised for
turning of the trail he came in sight
of her again upon another straight stretch.
His spear hand went far back the muscles
rolled, lightning-like, beneath
the sleek hide.
Out shot the arm, and
the spear sped toward Kala.
but grazed her side.
cry of rage and pain the she-ape
turned upon her tormentor. In an
the trees were crashing beneath the weight of
her hurrying fellows, swinging
rapidly toward the scene of trouble in answer to
charged, Kulonga unslung his bow and
fitted an arrow with almost unthinkable
Drawing the shaft far back he drove the
poisoned missile straight into the heart of the
horrid scream Kala plunged forward
upon her face before the astonished members of
and shrieking the apes dashed
toward Kulonga, but that wary savage was fleeing
down the trail like a
something of the ferocity of these
wild, hairy men, and his one desire was to put
as many miles between himself
and them as he possibly could.
followed him, racing through the
trees, for a long distance, but finally one by
one they abandoned the chase and
returned to the scene of the tragedy.
them had ever seen a man before,
other than Tarzan, and so they wondered vaguely
what strange manner of creature
it might be that had invaded their jungle.
far beach by the little cabin Tarzan
heard the faint echoes of the conflict and
knowing that something was seriously
amiss among the tribe he hastened rapidly toward
the direction of the sound.
arrived he found the entire tribe
gathered jabbering about the dead body of his
grief and anger were
He roared out his hideous
challenge time and again. He
his great chest with his clenched fists, and
then he fell upon the body of Kala
and sobbed out the pitiful sorrowing of his
the only creature in all his world
who ever had manifested love and affection for
him was the greatest tragedy he
had ever known.
though Kala was a fierce and hideous
Tarzan she had been kind, she
had been beautiful.
he had lavished, unknown to
himself, all the reverence and respect and love
that a normal English boy feels
for his own mother. He had
another, and so to Kala was given, though
mutely, all that would have belonged
to the fair and lovely Lady Alice had she lived.
first outburst of grief Tarzan
controlled himself, and questioning the members
of the tribe who had witnessed
the killing of Kala he learned all that their
meager vocabulary could convey.
enough, however, for his needs. It
told him of a strange, hairless, black ape
with feathers growing upon its head, who
launched death from a slender branch,
and then ran, with the fleetness of Bara, the
deer, toward the rising sun.
waited no longer, but leaping into
the branches of the trees sped rapidly through
He knew the windings of the elephant
along which Kala's murderer had flown, and so he
cut straight through the
jungle to intercept the black warrior who was
evidently following the tortuous
detours of the trail.
side was the hunting knife of his
unknown sire, and across his shoulders the coils
of his own long rope. In an
hour he struck the trail again, and
coming to earth examined the soil minutely.
soft mud on the bank of a tiny
rivulet he found footprints such as he alone in
all the jungle had ever made,
but much larger than his. His
it be that he was trailing a
MAN – one of his own race?
were two sets of imprints pointing in
opposite directions. So his quarry had already
passed on his return along the
he examined the newer spoor a
tiny particle of earth toppled from the outer
edge of one of the footprints to
the bottom of its shallow depression – ah, the
trail was very fresh, his prey
must have but scarcely passed.
swung himself to the trees once
more, and with swift noiselessness sped along
high above the trail.
covered barely a mile when he came
upon the black warrior standing in a little open
his hand was his slender bow to which he
had fitted one of his death dealing arrows.
him across the little clearing
stood Horta, the boar, with lowered head and
foam flecked tucks, ready to
looked with wonder upon the strange
creature beneath him – so like him in form and
yet so different in face and
books had portrayed the
NEGRO, but how different had been the dull, dead
print to this sleek thing of
ebony, pulsing with life.
man stood there with taut drawn bow
Tarzan recognized him not so much the NEGRO as
the ARCHER of his picture book –
Tarzan almost betrayed his presence in
deep excitement of his discovery.
things were commencing to happen below
sinewy black arm had drawn the
shaft far back; Horta, the boar, was charging,
and then the black released the
little poisoned arrow, and Tarzan saw it fly
with the quickness of thought and
lodge in the bristling neck of the boar.
had the shaft left his bow ere
Kulonga had fitted another to it, but Horta, the
boar, was upon him so quickly
that he had no time to discharge it.
With a bound the black leaped entirely
over the rushing beast and
turning with incredible swiftness planted a
second arrow in Horta's back.
Kulonga sprang into a near-by tree.
wheeled to charge his enemy once
more; a dozen steps he took, then he staggered
and fell upon his side. For a
moment his muscles stiffened and
relaxed convulsively, then he lay still.
came down from his tree.
knife that hung at his side he cut
several large pieces from the boar's body, and
in the center of the trail he
built a fire, cooking and eating as much as he
rest he left where it had fallen.
was an interested spectator. His
desire to kill burned fiercely in his
wild breast, but his desire to learn was even
would follow this savage creature for a
while and know from whence he came. He
could kill him at his leisure later, when the
bow and deadly arrows were laid
Kulonga had finished his repast and
disappeared beyond a near turning of the path,
Tarzan dropped quietly to the
his knife he severed many
strips of meat from Horta's carcass, but he did
not cook them.
seen fire, but only when Ara, the
lightning, had destroyed some great tree.
That any creature of the jungle could
produce the red-and-yellow fangs
which devoured wood and left nothing but fine
dust surprised Tarzan greatly,
and why the black warrior had ruined his
delicious repast by plunging it into
the blighting heat was quite beyond him.
Possibly Ara was a friend with whom
the Archer was sharing his food.
that as it may, Tarzan would not
ruin good meat in any such foolish manner, so he
gobbled down a great quantity
of the raw flesh, burying the balance of the
carcass beside the trail where he
could find it upon his return.
Lord Greystoke wiped his greasy
fingers upon his naked thighs and took up the
trail of Kulonga, the son of
Mbonga, the king; while in far-off London
another Lord Greystoke, the younger
brother of the real Lord Greystoke's father,
sent back his chops to the club's
CHEF because they were underdone, and when he
had finished his repast he dipped
his finger-ends into a silver bowl of scented
water and dried them upon a piece
of snowy damask.
Tarzan followed Kulonga, hovering
above him in the trees like some malign spirit.
Twice more he saw him hurl his arrows of
destruction – once at Dango,
the hyena, and again at Manu, the monkey.
In each instance the animal died almost
instantly, for Kulonga's poison
was very fresh and very deadly.
thought much on this wondrous method
of slaying as he swung slowly along at a safe
distance behind his quarry. He
knew that alone the tiny prick of the
arrow could not so quickly dispatch these wild
things of the jungle, who were
often torn and scratched and gored in a
frightful manner as they fought with
their jungle neighbors, yet as often recovered
was something mysterious
connected with these tiny slivers of wood which
could bring death by a mere
must look into the matter.
night Kulonga slept in the crotch of a
mighty tree and far above him crouched Tarzan of
Kulonga awoke he found that his bow
and arrows had disappeared. The
warrior was furious and frightened, but more
frightened than furious. He
searched the ground below the tree, and he
searched the tree above the ground; but there
was no sign of either bow or
arrows or of the nocturnal marauder.
was panic-stricken. His
spear he had hurled at Kala and had not
recovered; and, now that his bow and arrows were
gone, he was defenseless
except for a single knife. His only hope lay in
reaching the village of Mbonga
as quickly as his legs would carry him.
was not far from home he was
certain, so he took the trail at a rapid trot.
great mass of impenetrable foliage a
few yards away emerged Tarzan of the Apes to
swing quietly in his wake.
bow and arrows were securely tied
high in the top of a giant tree from which a
patch of bark had been removed by
a sharp knife near to the ground, and a branch
half cut through and left
hanging about fifty feet higher up. Thus Tarzan
blazed the forest trails and
marked his caches.
Kulonga continued his journey Tarzan
closed on him until he traveled almost over the
His rope he now held coiled in his right
hand; he was almost ready for the kill.
moment was delayed only because Tarzan
was anxious to ascertain the black warrior's
destination, and presently he was
rewarded, for they came suddenly in view of a
great clearing, at one end of
which lay many strange lairs.
was directly over Kulonga, as he
made the discovery. The forest ended abruptly
and beyond lay two hundred yards
of planted fields between the jungle and the
must act quickly or his prey would
be gone; but Tarzan's life training left so
little space between decision and
action when an emergency confronted him that
there was not even room for the
shadow of a thought between.
So it was
that as Kulonga emerged from the
shadow of the jungle a slender coil of rope sped
sinuously above him from the
lowest branch of a mighty tree directly upon the
edge of the fields of Mbonga,
and ere the king's son had taken a half dozen
steps into the clearing a quick
noose tightened about his neck.
quickly did Tarzan of the Apes drag back
his prey that Kulonga's cry of alarm was
throttled in his windpipe. Hand
over hand Tarzan drew the struggling
black until he had him hanging by his neck in
mid-air; then Tarzan climbed to a
larger branch drawing the still threshing victim
well up into the sheltering
verdure of the tree.
fastened the rope securely to a
stout branch, and then, descending, plunged his
hunting knife into Kulonga's
examined the black minutely, for he
had never seen any other human being.
The knife with its sheath and belt caught
his eye; he appropriated
copper anklet also took his
fancy, and this he transferred to his own leg.
examined and admired the tattooing on
the forehead and breast. He
the sharp filed teeth. He investigated and
appropriated the feathered
headdress, and then he prepared to get down to
business, for Tarzan of the Apes
was hungry, and here was meat; meat of the kill,
which jungle ethics permitted
him to eat.
we judge him, by what standards,
this ape-man with the heart and head and body of
an English gentleman, and the
training of a wild beast?
whom he had hated and who had hated
him, he had killed in a fair fight, and yet
never had the thought of eating
Tublat's flesh entered his head. It
could have been as revolting to him as is
cannibalism to us.
was Kulonga that he might not be
eaten as fairly as Horta, the boar, or Bara, the
he not simply another of the countless
wild things of the jungle who preyed upon one
another to satisfy the cravings
a strange doubt stayed his
not his books taught him that
he was a man?
And was not The Archer a
eat men? Alas,
he did not know.
Why, then, this hesitancy! Once
more he essayed the effort, but a qualm
of nausea overwhelmed him. He did
knew was that he could not eat the
flesh of this black man, and thus hereditary
instinct, ages old, usurped the
functions of his untaught mind and saved him
from transgressing a worldwide law
of whose very existence he was ignorant.
he lowered Kulonga's body to the
ground, removed the noose, and took to the trees
lofty perch Tarzan viewed the
village of thatched huts across the intervening
that at one point the forest touched
the village, and to this spot he made his way,
lured by a fever of curiosity to
behold animals of his own kind, and to learn
more of their ways and view the
strange lairs in which they lived.
savage life among the fierce wild
brutes of the jungle left no opening for any
thought that these could be aught
else than enemies.
Similarity of form
led him into no erroneous conception of the
welcome that would be accorded him
should he be discovered by these, the first of
his own kind he had ever seen.
the Apes was no
He knew nothing of the
brotherhood of man. All
his own tribe were his deadly enemies, with the
few exceptions of which Tantor,
the elephant, was a marked example.
realized all this without malice or
kill was the law of the wild
world he knew.
Few were his primitive
pleasures, but the greatest of these was to hunt
and kill, and so he accorded
to others the right to cherish the same desires
as he, even though he himself
might be the object of their hunt.
strange life had left him neither
morose nor bloodthirsty. That he joyed in
killing, and that he killed with a
joyous laugh upon his handsome lips betokened no
innate cruelty. He killed for
food most often, but, being a man, he sometimes
killed for pleasure, a thing
which no other animal does; for it has remained
for man alone among all
creatures to kill senselessly and wantonly for
the mere pleasure of inflicting
suffering and death.
he killed for revenge, or in
self-defense, he did that also without hysteria,
for it was a very businesslike
proceeding which admitted of no levity.
So it was
that now, as he cautiously
approached the village of Mbonga, he was quite
prepared either to kill or be
killed should he be discovered. He
proceeded with unwonted stealth, for Kulonga had
taught him great respect for
the little sharp splinters of wood which dealt
death so swiftly and unerringly.
he came to a great tree, heavy
laden with thick foliage and loaded with pendant
loops of giant creepers. From
this almost impenetrable bower above the village
he crouched, looking down upon
the scene below him, wondering over every
feature of this new, strange life.
were naked children running and
playing in the village street. There
were women grinding dried plantain in crude
stone mortars, while others were
fashioning cakes from the powdered flour.
Out in the fields he could see still
other women hoeing, weeding, or
strange protruding girdles of
dried grass about their hips and many were
loaded with brass and copper
anklets, armlets and bracelets. Around
many a dusky neck hung curiously coiled strands
of wire, while several were
further ornamented by huge nose rings.
the Apes looked with growing
wonder at these strange creatures.
Dozing in the shade he saw several men,
while at the extreme outskirts
of the clearing he occasionally caught glimpses
of armed warriors apparently
guarding the village against surprise from an
noticed that the women alone
was there evidence of a
man tilling the fields or performing any of the
homely duties of the village.
his eyes rested upon a woman
directly beneath him.
her was a small cauldron standing
over a low fire and in it bubbled a thick,
reddish, tarry mass. On one
side of her lay a quantity of wooden
arrows the points of which she dipped into the
seething substance, then laying
them upon a narrow rack of boughs which stood
upon her other side.
the Apes was fascinated. Here
was the secret of the terrible
destructiveness of The Archer's tiny missiles.
He noted the extreme care which
the woman took that none of the matter should
touch her hands, and once when a
particle spattered upon one of her fingers he
saw her plunge the member into a
vessel of water and quickly rub the tiny stain
away with a handful of leaves.
knew nothing of poison, but his
shrewd reasoning told him that it was this
deadly stuff that killed, and not
the little arrow, which was merely the messenger
that carried it into the body
of its victim.
should like to have more of those
little death-dealing slivers. If the
woman would only leave her work for an instant
he could drop down, gather up a
handful, and be back in the tree again before
she drew three breaths.
As he was
trying to think out some plan to
distract her attention he heard a wild cry from
across the clearing. He
looked and saw a black warrior standing
beneath the very tree in which he had killed the
murderer of Kala an hour
fellow was shouting and waving his
spear above his head. Now
and again he
would point to something on the ground before
village was in an uproar
Armed men rushed from the
interior of many a hut and raced madly across
the clearing toward the excited
them trooped the old men,
and the women and children until, in a moment,
the village was deserted.
the Apes knew that they had found
the body of his victim, but that interested him
far less than the fact that no
one remained in the village to prevent his
taking a supply of the arrows which
lay below him.
and noiselessly he dropped to the
ground beside the cauldron of poison.
For a moment he stood motionless, his
quick, bright eyes scanning the
interior of the palisade.
was in sight.
His eyes rested upon the open doorway of
He would take a look within,
thought Tarzan, and so, cautiously, he
approached the low thatched building.
moment he stood without, listening
was no sound, and he
glided into the semi-darkness of the interior.
hung against the walls – long
spears, strangely shaped knives, a couple of
In the center of the room was a cooking
and at the far end a litter of dry grasses
covered by woven mats which
evidently served the owners as beds and bedding. Several
human skulls lay upon the floor.
the Apes felt of each article,
hefted the spears, smelled of them, for he "saw"
largely through his
sensitive and highly trained nostrils.
He determined to own one of these long,
pointed sticks, but he could not
take one on this trip because of the arrows he
meant to carry.
took each article from the walls, he
placed it in a pile in the center of the room.
On top of all he placed the cooking pot,
inverted, and on top of this he
laid one of the grinning skulls, upon which he
fastened the headdress of the
stood back, surveyed his work, and
grinned. Tarzan of the Apes enjoyed a joke.
he heard, outside, the sounds of
many voices, and long mournful howls, and mighty
was startled. Had he remained too
he reached the doorway and
peered down the village street toward the
natives were not yet in sight, though
he could plainly hear them approaching across
They must be very near.
flash he sprang across the opening
to the pile of arrows. Gathering up all he could
carry under one arm, he
overturned the seething cauldron with a kick,
and disappeared into the foliage
above just as the first of the returning natives
entered the gate at the far
end of the village street. Then
turned to watch the proceeding below, poised
like some wild bird ready to take
swift wing at the first sign of danger.
natives filed up the street, four of
them bearing the dead body of Kulonga.
Behind trailed the women, uttering
strange cries and weird
On they came to the portals
of Kulonga's hut, the very one in which Tarzan
had wrought his depredations.
had half a dozen entered the
building ere they came rushing out in wild,
jabbering confusion. The
others hastened to gather about. There
was much excited gesticulating,
pointing, and chattering; then several of the
warriors approached and peered
an old fellow with many ornaments
of metal about his arms and legs, and a necklace
of dried human hands depending
upon his chest, entered the hut.
Mbonga, the king, father of Kulonga.
For a few
moments all was silent. Then
Mbonga emerged, a look of mingled wrath
and superstitious fear writ upon his hideous
He spoke a few words to the assembled
warriors, and in an instant the men were flying
through the little village
searching minutely every hut and corner within
had the search commenced than the
overturned cauldron was discovered, and with it
the theft of the poisoned
more they found, and it
was a thoroughly awed and frightened group of
savages which huddled around
their king a few moments later.
could explain nothing of the strange
events that had taken place. The
of the still warm body of Kulonga – on the very
verge of their fields and
within easy earshot of the village – knifed and
stripped at the door of his
father's home, was in itself sufficiently
mysterious, but these last awesome
discoveries within the village, within the dead
Kulonga's own hut, filled their
hearts with dismay, and conjured in their poor
brains only the most frightful
of superstitious explanations.
stood in little groups, talking in low
tones, and ever casting affrighted glances
behind them from their great rolling
the Apes watched them for a while
from his lofty perch in the great tree.
There was much in their demeanor which he
could not understand, for of
superstition he was ignorant, and of fear of any
kind he had but a vague
was high in the heavens. Tarzan
had not broken fast this day, and it
was many miles to where lay the toothsome
remains of Horta the boar.
turned his back upon the village of
Mbonga and melted away into the leafy fastness
of the forest.
not yet dark when he reached the
tribe, though he stopped to exhume and devour
the remains of the wild boar he
had cached the preceding day, and again to take
Kulonga's bow and arrows from
the tree top in which he had hidden them.
It was a
well-laden Tarzan who dropped from
the branches into the midst of the tribe of
swelling chest he narrated the glories
of his adventure and exhibited the spoils of
grunted and turned away, for he was
jealous of this strange member of his band.
In his little evil brain he sought for
some excuse to wreak his hatred
day Tarzan was practicing with his
bow and arrows at the first gleam of dawn.
At first he lost nearly every bolt he
shot, but finally he learned to
guide the little shafts with fair accuracy, and
ere a month had passed he was
no mean shot; but his proficiency had cost him
nearly his entire supply of
continued to find the hunting
good in the vicinity of the beach, and so Tarzan
of the Apes varied his archery
practice with further investigation of his
father's choice though little store
during this period that the young
English lord found hidden in the back of one of
the cupboards in the cabin a
small metal box.
The key was in the
lock, and a few moments of investigation and
experimentation were rewarded with
the successful opening of the receptacle.
In it he
found a faded photograph of a
smooth faced young man, a golden locket studded
with diamonds, linked to a
small gold chain, a few letters and a small
examined these all minutely.
photograph he liked most of all, for
the eyes were smiling, and the face was open and
was his father.
locket, too, took his fancy, and he
placed the chain about his neck in imitation of
the ornamentation he had seen
to be so common among the black men he had
brilliant stones gleamed strangely against
his smooth, brown hide.
letters he could scarcely decipher for
he had learned little or nothing of script, so
he put them back in the box with
the photograph and turned his attention to the
almost entirely filled with fine
script, but while the little bugs were all
familiar to him, their arrangement
and the combinations in which they occurred were
strange, and entirely
had long since learned the use of
the dictionary, but much to his sorrow and
perplexity it proved of no avail to
him in this emergency. Not a
word of all
that was writ in the book could he find, and so
he put it back in the metal
box, but with a determination to work out the
mysteries of it later on.
did he know that this book held
between its covers the key to his origin – the
answer to the strange riddle of
his strange life.
It was the diary of
John Clayton, Lord Greystoke – kept in French,
as had always been his custom.
replaced the box in the cupboard,
but always thereafter he carried the features of
the strong, smiling face of
his father in his heart, and in his head a fixed
determination to solve the
mystery of the strange words in the little black
present he had more important business
in hand, for his supply of arrows was exhausted,
and he must needs journey to
the black men's village and renew it.
following morning he set out,
and, traveling rapidly, he came before midday to
Once more he took up his position in the
great tree, and, as before, he saw the women in
the fields and the village
street, and the cauldron of bubbling poison
directly beneath him.
he lay awaiting his opportunity
to drop down unseen and gather up the arrows for
which he had come; but nothing
now occurred to call the villagers away from
The day wore on, and still Tarzan of the
crouched above the unsuspecting woman at the
the workers in the fields
hunting warriors emerged
from the forest, and when all were within the
palisade the gates were closed
cooking pots were now in evidence
about the village. Before each hut a woman
presided over a boiling stew, while
little cakes of plantain, and cassava puddings
were to be seen on every hand.
there came a hail from the edge of
It was a
party of belated hunters returning
from the north, and among them they half led,
half carried a struggling animal.
approached the village the gates
were thrown open to admit them, and then, as the
people saw the victim of the
chase, a savage cry rose to the heavens, for the
quarry was a man.
As he was
dragged, still resisting, into
the village street, the women and children set
upon him with sticks and stones,
and Tarzan of the Apes, young and savage beast
of the jungle, wondered at the
cruel brutality of his own kind.
the leopard, alone of all the
jungle folk, tortured his prey. The
ethics of all the others meted a quick and
merciful death to their victims.
had learned from his books but
scattered fragments of the ways of human beings.
had followed Kulonga through the
forest he had expected to come to a city of
strange houses on wheels, puffing
clouds of black smoke from a huge tree stuck in
the roof of one of them – or to
a sea covered with mighty floating buildings
which he had learned were called,
variously, ships and boats and steamers and
been sorely disappointed with the
poor little village of the blacks, hidden away
in his own jungle, and with not
a single house as large as his own cabin upon
the distant beach.
that these people were more wicked
than his own apes, and as savage and cruel as
Tarzan began to hold his own kind in low
had tied their poor victim to a
great post near the center of the village,
directly before Mbonga's hut, and
here they formed a dancing, yelling circle of
warriors about him, alive with
flashing knives and menacing spears.
larger circle squatted the women,
yelling and beating upon drums. It
reminded Tarzan of the Dum-Dum, and so he knew
what to expect.
He wondered if they would spring upon
meat while it was still alive. The
did not do such things as that.
circle of warriors about the cringing
captive drew closer and closer to their prey as
they danced in wild and savage
abandon to the maddening music of the drums.
Presently a spear reached out and pricked
It was the signal for fifty others.
ears, arms and legs were pierced;
every inch of the poor writhing body that did
not cover a vital organ became
the target of the cruel lancers.
and children shrieked their
warriors licked their hideous lips in
anticipation of the feast to come, and vied with
one another in the savagery
and loathsomeness of the cruel indignities with
which they tortured the still
was that Tarzan of the Apes saw his
eyes were fixed upon the
thrilling spectacle at the stake. The
light of day had given place to the darkness of
a moonless night, and only the
fires in the immediate vicinity of the orgy had
been kept alight to cast a
restless glow upon the restless scene.
the lithe boy dropped to the soft
earth at the end of the village street.
Quickly he gathered up the arrows – all
of them this time, for he had
brought a number of long fibers to bind them
into a bundle.
haste he wrapped them securely, and
then, ere he turned to leave, the devil of
capriciousness entered his heart. He
looked about for some hint of a wild prank to
play upon these strange,
grotesque creatures that they might be again
aware of his presence among them.
his bundle of arrows at the foot
of the tree, Tarzan crept among the shadows at
the side of the street until he
came to the same hut he had entered on the
occasion of his first visit.
all was darkness, but his groping
hands soon found the object for which he sought,
and without further delay he
turned again toward the door.
taken but a step, however, ere his
quick ear caught the sound of approaching
footsteps immediately without. In
another instant the figure of a woman
darkened the entrance of the hut.
drew back silently to the far wall,
and his hand sought the long, keen hunting knife
of his father.
The woman came quickly to the center of
she paused for an instant
feeling about with her hands for the thing she
it was not in its accustomed place,
for she explored ever nearer and nearer the wall
where Tarzan stood.
was she now that the ape-man felt
the animal warmth of her naked body. Up
went the hunting knife, and then the woman
turned to one side and soon a
guttural "ah" proclaimed that her search had at
last been successful.
she turned and left the hut,
and as she passed through the doorway Tarzan saw
that she carried a cooking pot
in her hand.
followed closely after her, and as he
reconnoitered from the shadows of the doorway he
saw that all the women of the
village were hastening to and from the various
huts with pots and kettles. These
they were filling with water and
placing over a number of fires near the stake
where the dying victim now hung,
an inert and bloody mass of suffering.
a moment when none seemed near,
Tarzan hastened to his bundle of arrows beneath
the great tree at the end of
the village street. As on
occasion he overthrew the cauldron before
leaping, sinuous and catlike, into
the lower branches of the forest giant.
he climbed to a great height until
he found a point where he could look through a
leafy opening upon the scene
were now preparing the prisoner
for their cooking pots, while the men stood
about resting after the fatigue of
their mad revel.
reigned in the village.
raised aloft the thing he had
pilfered from the hut, and, with aim made true
by years of fruit and coconut
throwing, launched it toward the group of
among them it fell, striking one
of the warriors full upon the head and felling
him to the ground.
Then it rolled among the women and
beside the half-butchered thing they were
preparing to feast upon.
in consternation at it for an
instant, and then, with one accord, broke and
ran for their huts.
It was a
grinning human skull which looked
up at them from the ground. The
of the thing out of the open sky was a miracle
well aimed to work upon their
Tarzan of the Apes left them filled
with terror at this new manifestation of the
presence of some unseen and
unearthly evil power which lurked in the forest
about their village.
when they discovered the overturned
cauldron, and that once more their arrows had
been pilfered, it commenced to
dawn upon them that they had offended some great
god by placing their village
in this part of the jungle without propitiating
then on an offering of food was daily
placed below the great tree from whence the
arrows had disappeared in an effort
to conciliate the mighty one.
seed of fear was deep sown, and had
he but known it, Tarzan of the Apes had laid the
foundation for much future
misery for himself and his tribe.
night he slept in the forest not far
from the village, and early the next morning set
out slowly on his homeward
march, hunting as he traveled. Only a
few berries and an occasional grub worm rewarded
his search, and he was half
famished when, looking up from a log he had been
rooting beneath, he saw Sabor,
the lioness, standing in the center of the trail
not twenty paces from him.
yellow eyes were fixed upon him
with a wicked and baleful gleam, and the red
tongue licked the longing lips as
Sabor crouched, worming her stealthy way with
belly flattened against the
did not attempt to escape. He
welcomed the opportunity for which, in
fact, he had been searching for days past, now
that he was armed with something
more than a rope of grass.
he unslung his bow and fitted a
well-daubed arrow, and as Sabor sprang, the tiny
missile leaped to meet her in
the same instant Tarzan of
the Apes jumped to one side, and as the great
cat struck the ground beyond him
another death-tipped arrow sunk deep into
mighty roar the beast turned and
charged once more, only to be met with a third
arrow full in one eye; but this
time she was too close to the ape-man for the
latter to sidestep the onrushing
the Apes went down beneath the
great body of his enemy, but with gleaming knife
drawn and striking home. For a
moment they lay there, and then Tarzan realized
that the inert mass lying upon
him was beyond power ever again to injure man or
difficulty he wriggled from beneath
the great weight, and as he stood erect and
gazed down upon the trophy of his
skill, a mighty wave of exultation swept over
swelling breast, he placed a foot upon
the body of his powerful enemy, and throwing
back his fine young head, roared
out the awful challenge of the victorious bull
forest echoed to the savage and
triumphant paean. Birds fell still, and the
larger animals and beasts of prey
slunk stealthily away, for few there were of all
the jungle who sought for
trouble with the great anthropoids.
London another Lord Greystoke was
speaking to HIS kind in the House of Lords, but
none trembled at the sound of
his soft voice.
proved unsavory eating even to Tarzan
of the Apes, but hunger served as a most
efficacious disguise to toughness and
rank taste, and ere long, with well-filled
stomach, the ape-man was ready to
First, however, he must
remove the hide, for it was as much for this as
for any other purpose that he
had desired to destroy Sabor.
removed the great pelt, for he
had practiced often on smaller animals.
When the task was finished he carried his
trophy to the fork of a high
tree, and there, curling himself securely in a
crotch, he fell into deep and
loss of sleep, arduous exercise,
and a full belly, Tarzan of the Apes slept the
sun around, awakening about noon
of the following day. He
repaired to the carcass of Sabor, but was
angered to find the bones picked
clean by other hungry denizens of the jungle.
hour's leisurely progress through
the forest brought to sight a young deer, and
before the little creature knew
that an enemy was near a tiny arrow had lodged
in its neck.
quickly the virus worked that at the end
of a dozen leaps the deer plunged headlong into
the undergrowth, dead. Again
did Tarzan feast well, but this time he did not
he hastened on toward the point
where he had left the tribe, and when he had
found them proudly exhibited the
skin of Sabor, the lioness.
he cried, "Apes of
what Tarzan, the mighty
killer, has done.
Who else among you has
ever killed one of Numa's people? Tarzan
is mightiest amongst you for Tarzan is no ape.
Tarzan is – " But
stopped, for in the language of the anthropoids
there was no word for man, and
Tarzan could only write the word in English; he
could not pronounce it.
had gathered about to look upon
the proof of his wondrous prowess, and to listen
to his words.
Kerchak hung back, nursing his hatred
and his rage.
something snapped in the wicked
little brain of the anthropoid. With a
frightful roar the great beast sprang among the
and striking with his huge hands,
he killed and maimed a dozen ere the balance
could escape to the upper terraces
of the forest.
and shrieking in the insanity of
his fury, Kerchak looked about for the object of
his greatest hatred, and
there, upon a near-by limb, he saw him sitting.
down, Tarzan, great
killer," cried Kerchak. "Come
down and feel the fangs of a greater! Do
mighty fighters fly to the trees at the first
approach of danger?" And
then Kerchak emitted the volleying
challenge of his kind.
Tarzan dropped to the ground. Breathlessly
the tribe watched from their lofty
perches as Kerchak, still roaring, charged the
relatively puny figure.
seven feet stood Kerchak on his
His enormous shoulders were
bunched and rounded with huge muscles.
The back of his short neck was as a
single lump of iron sinew which
bulged beyond the base of his skull, so that his
head seemed like a small ball
protruding from a huge mountain of flesh.
back-drawn, snarling lips exposed his
great fighting fangs, and his little, wicked,
blood-shot eyes gleamed in horrid
reflection of his madness.
him stood Tarzan, himself a mighty
muscled animal, but his six feet of height and
his great rolling sinews seemed
pitifully inadequate to the ordeal which awaited
and arrows lay some distance away
where he had dropped them while showing Sabor's
hide to his fellow apes, so
that he confronted Kerchak now with only his
hunting knife and his superior
intellect to offset the ferocious strength of
antagonist came roaring toward him,
Lord Greystoke tore his long knife from its
sheath, and with an answering
challenge as horrid and bloodcurdling as that of
the beast he faced, rushed
swiftly to meet the attack. He was
shrewd to allow those long hairy arms to
encircle him, and just as their bodies
were about to crash together, Tarzan of the Apes
grasped one of the huge wrists
of his assailant, and, springing lightly to one
side, drove his knife to the
hilt into Kerchak's body, below the heart.
could wrench the blade free
again, the bull's quick lunge to seize him in
those awful arms had torn the
weapon from Tarzan's grasp.
aimed a terrific blow at the
ape-man's head with the flat of his hand, a blow
which, had it landed, might
easily have crushed in the side of Tarzan's
was too quick, and, ducking beneath
it, himself delivered a mighty one, with
clenched fist, in the pit of Kerchak's
was staggered, and what with the
mortal wound in his side had almost collapsed,
when, with one mighty effort he
rallied for an instant – just long enough to
enable him to wrest his arm free
from Tarzan's grasp and close in a terrific
clinch with his wiry opponent.
the ape-man close to him, his
great jaws sought Tarzan's throat, but the young
lord's sinewy fingers were at
Kerchak's own before the cruel fangs could close
on the sleek brown skin.
struggled, the one to crush out
his opponent's life with those awful teeth, the
other to close forever the
windpipe beneath his strong grasp while he held
the snarling mouth from him.
greater strength of the ape was slowly
prevailing, and the teeth of the straining beast
were scarce an inch from
Tarzan's throat when, with a shuddering tremor,
the great body stiffened for an
instant and then sank limply to the ground.
the knife that had so often
rendered him master of far mightier muscles than
his own, Tarzan of the Apes
placed his foot upon the neck of his vanquished
enemy, and once again, loud
through the forest rang the fierce, wild cry of
came the young Lord Greystoke into
the kingship of the Apes.
one of the tribe of Tarzan who
questioned his authority, and that was Terkoz,
the son of Tublat, but he so
feared the keen knife and the deadly arrows of
his new lord that he confined
the manifestation of his objections to petty
disobediences and irritating
mannerisms; Tarzan knew, however, that he but
waited his opportunity to wrest
the kingship from him by some sudden stroke of
treachery, and so he was ever on
his guard against surprise.
months the life of the little band went
on much as it had before, except that Tarzan's
greater intelligence and his
ability as a hunter were the means of providing
for them more bountifully than
Most of them, therefore,
were more than content with the change in
led them by night to the fields of
the black men, and there, warned by their
chief's superior wisdom, they ate
only what they required, nor ever did they
destroy what they could not eat, as
is the way of Manu, the monkey, and of most
the blacks were wroth at the
continued pilfering of their fields, they were
not discouraged in their efforts
to cultivate the land, as would have been the
case had Tarzan permitted his
people to lay waste the plantation wantonly.
this period Tarzan paid many
nocturnal visits to the village, where he often
renewed his supply of
soon noticed the food always
standing at the foot of the tree which was his
avenue into the palisade, and
after a little, he commenced to eat whatever the
blacks put there.
awe-struck savages saw that the
food disappeared overnight they were filled with
consternation and dread, for
it was one thing to put food out to propitiate a
god or a devil, but quite
another thing to have the spirit really come
into the village and eat it. Such a
thing was unheard of, and it clouded
their superstitious minds with all manner of
this all. The
periodic disappearance of their arrows,
and the strange pranks perpetrated by unseen
hands, had wrought them to such a
state that life had become a veritable burden in
their new home, and now it was
that Mbonga and his head men began to talk of
abandoning the village and
seeking a site farther on in the jungle.
the black warriors began to
strike farther and farther south into the heart
of the forest when they went to
hunt, looking for a site for a new village.
often was the tribe of Tarzan
disturbed by these wandering huntsmen.
Now was the quiet, fierce solitude of the
primeval forest broken by new,
No longer was there
safety for bird or beast. Man
animals passed up and down the jungle
by day and by night – fierce, cruel beasts – but
their weaker neighbors only
fled from their immediate vicinity to return
again when the danger was past.
it is different.
When he comes many of the larger animals
instinctively leave the district entirely,
seldom if ever to return; and thus
it has always been with the great anthropoids.
They flee man as man flees a pestilence.
short time the tribe of Tarzan
lingered in the vicinity of the beach because
their new chief hated the thought
of leaving the treasured contents of the little
But when one day a member of the tribe
discovered the blacks in great numbers on the
banks of a little stream that had
been their watering place for generations, and
in the act of clearing a space
in the jungle and erecting many huts, the apes
would remain no longer; and so
Tarzan led them inland for many marches to a
spot as yet undefiled by the foot
of a human being.
every moon Tarzan would go swinging
rapidly back through the swaying branches to
have a day with his books, and to
replenish his supply of arrows. This
latter task was becoming more and more
difficult, for the blacks had taken to
hiding their supply away at night in granaries
and living huts.
necessitated watching by day on
Tarzan's part to discover where the arrows were
he entered huts at night while
the inmates lay sleeping upon their mats, and
stolen the arrows from the very
sides of the warriors. But
he realized to be too fraught with danger, and
so he commenced picking up
solitary hunters with his long, deadly noose,
stripping them of weapons and
ornaments and dropping their bodies from a high
tree into the village street
during the still watches of the night.
various escapades again so terrorized
the blacks that, had it not been for the monthly
respite between Tarzan's
visits, in which they had opportunity to renew
hope that each fresh incursion
would prove the last, they soon would have
abandoned their new village.
blacks had not as yet come upon
Tarzan's cabin on the distant beach, but the
ape-man lived in constant dread
that, while he was away with the tribe, they
would discover and despoil his
it came that he spent more
and more time in the vicinity of his father's
last home, and less and less with
Presently the members of his
little community began to suffer on account of
his neglect, for disputes and
quarrels constantly arose which only the king
might settle peaceably.
some of the older apes spoke to
Tarzan on the subject, and for a month
thereafter he remained constantly with
duties of kingship among the
anthropoids are not many or arduous.
afternoon comes Thaka, possibly, to
complain that old Mungo has stolen his new wife. Then
must Tarzan summon all before him, and
if he finds that the wife prefers her new lord
he commands that matters remain
as they are, or possibly that Mungo give Thaka
one of his daughters in
his decision, the apes accept it
as final, and return to their occupations
comes Tana, shrieking and holding
tight her side from which blood is streaming.
Gunto, her husband, has cruelly bitten
Gunto, summoned, says that Tana is lazy
and will not bring him nuts and beetles, or
scratch his back for him.
scolds them both and threatens
Gunto with a taste of the death-bearing slivers
if he abuses Tana further, and
Tana, for her part, is compelled to promise
better attention to her wifely
And so it
goes, little family differences
for the most part, which, if left unsettled
would result finally in greater
factional strife, and the eventual dismemberment
of the tribe.
Tarzan tired of it, as he found that
kingship meant the curtailment of his liberty.
He longed for the little cabin and the
sun-kissed sea – for the cool
interior of the well-built house, and for the
never-ending wonders of the many
As he had
grown older, he found that he had
grown away from his people. Their
interests and his were far removed. They had not
kept pace with him, nor could
they understand aught of the many strange and
wonderful dreams that passed
through the active brain of their human king.
So limited was their vocabulary that
Tarzan could not even talk with
them of the many new truths, and the great
fields of thought that his reading
had opened up before his longing eyes, or make
known ambitions which stirred
tribe he no longer had friends as
of old. A
little child may find
companionship in many strange and simple
creatures, but to a grown man there
must be some semblance of equality in intellect
as the basis for agreeable
lived, Tarzan would have
sacrificed all else to remain near her, but now
that she was dead, and the playful
friends of his childhood grown into fierce and
surly brutes he felt that he
much preferred the peace and solitude of his
cabin to the irksome duties of
leadership amongst a horde of wild beasts.
hatred and jealousy of Terkoz, son of
Tublat, did much to counteract the effect of
Tarzan's desire to renounce his
kingship among the apes, for, stubborn young
Englishman that he was, he could
not bring himself to retreat in the face of so
malignant an enemy.
Terkoz would be chosen leader in his
stead he knew full well, for time and again the
ferocious brute had established
his claim to physical supremacy over the few
bull apes who had dared resent his
would have liked to subdue the ugly
beast without recourse to knife or arrows.
So much had his great strength and
agility increased in the period
following his maturity that he had come to
believe that he might master the
redoubtable Terkoz in a hand to hand fight were
it not for the terrible
advantage the anthropoid's huge fighting fangs
gave him over the poorly armed
entire matter was taken out of Tarzan's
hands one day by force of circumstances, and his
future left open to him, so
that he might go or stay without any stain upon
his savage escutcheon.
was feeding quietly, spread over
a considerable area, when a great screaming
arose some distance east of where
Tarzan lay upon his belly beside a limpid brook,
attempting to catch an elusive
fish in his quick, brown hands.
accord the tribe swung rapidly
toward the frightened cries, and there found
Terkoz holding an old female by
the hair and beating her unmercifully with his
approached he raised his hand
aloft for Terkoz to desist, for the female was
not his, but belonged to a poor
old ape whose fighting days were long over, and
who, therefore, could not
protect his family.
knew that it was against the laws of
his kind to strike this woman of another, but
being a bully, he had taken
advantage of the weakness of the female's
husband to chastise her because she
had refused to give up to him a tender young
rodent she had captured.
Terkoz saw Tarzan approaching without
his arrows, he continued to belabor the poor
woman in a studied effort to
affront his hated chieftain.
did not repeat his warning signal,
but instead rushed bodily upon the waiting
the ape-man fought so terrible a
battle since that long-gone day when Bolgani,
the great king gorilla had so
horribly manhandled him ere the new-found knife
had, by accident, pricked the
knife on the present occasion but
barely offset the gleaming fangs of Terkoz, and
what little advantage the ape
had over the man in brute strength was almost
balanced by the latter's
wonderful quickness and agility.
sum total of their points, however,
the anthropoid had a shade the better of the
battle, and had there been no
other personal attribute to influence the final
outcome, Tarzan of the Apes,
the young Lord Greystoke, would have died as he
had lived – an unknown savage
beast in equatorial Africa.
was that which had raised him far
above his fellows of the jungle – that little
spark which spells the whole vast
difference between man and brute – Reason.
This it was which saved him from death
beneath the iron muscles and
tearing fangs of Terkoz.
had they fought a dozen seconds
ere they were rolling upon the ground, striking,
tearing and rending – two
great savage beasts battling to the death.
had a dozen knife wounds on head and
breast, and Tarzan was torn and bleeding – his
scalp in one place half torn
from his head so that a great piece hung down
over one eye, obstructing his
far the young Englishman had been
able to keep those horrible fangs from his
jugular and now, as they fought less
fiercely for a moment, to regain their breath,
Tarzan formed a cunning
would work his way to the
other's back and, clinging there with tooth and
nail, drive his knife home until
Terkoz was no more.
maneuver was accomplished more easily
than he had hoped, for the stupid beast, not
knowing what Tarzan was
attempting, made no particular effort to prevent
the accomplishment of the
finally, he realized that his
antagonist was fastened to him where his teeth
and fists alike were useless
against him, Terkoz hurled himself about upon
the ground so violently that
Tarzan could but cling desperately to the
leaping, turning, twisting body, and
ere he had struck a blow the knife was hurled
from his hand by a heavy impact
against the earth, and Tarzan found himself
the rollings and squirmings of the
next few minutes, Tarzan's hold was loosened a
dozen times until finally an
accidental circumstance of those swift and
ever??changing evolutions gave him a
new hold with his right hand, which he realized
was absolutely unassailable.
was passed beneath Terkoz's arm
from behind and his hand and forearm encircled
the back of Terkoz's neck. It was
the half-Nelson of modern wrestling
which the untaught ape-man had stumbled upon,
but superior reason showed him in
an instant the value of the thing he had
It was the difference to him between life
And so he
struggled to encompass a similar
hold with the left hand, and in a few moments
Terkoz's bull neck was creaking
beneath a full-Nelson.
no more lunging about now. The
two lay perfectly still upon the ground,
Tarzan upon Terkoz's back. Slowly
bullet head of the ape was being forced lower
and lower upon his chest.
knew what the result would be. In an
instant the neck would break. Then
there came to Terkoz's rescue the same
thing that had put him in these sore straits – a
man's reasoning power.
kill him," thought Tarzan,
"what advantage will it be to me?
Will it not rob the tribe of a great
if Terkoz be dead, he will know nothing
of my supremacy, while alive he will ever be an
example to the other
hissed Tarzan in Terkoz's
ear, which, in ape tongue, means, freely
"Do you surrender?"
moment there was no reply, and Tarzan
added a few more ounces of pressure, which
elicited a horrified shriek of pain
from the great beast.
said Tarzan, easing up
a trifle, but not releasing his hold.
"I am Tarzan, King of the Apes, mighty
hunter, mighty fighter. In all
the jungle there is none so great.
to me. All
the tribe have heard. Quarrel no more
with your king or your people, for next time I
shall kill you.
Do you understand?"
said the ape.
let him up, and in a few minutes all
were back at their vocations, as though naught
had occurred to mar the
tranquility of their primeval forest haunts.
But deep in the minds of the apes was
rooted the conviction that Tarzan
was a mighty fighter and a strange creature.
Strange because he had had it in
his power to kill his enemy, but had allowed him
to live – unharmed.
afternoon as the tribe came together,
as was their wont before darkness settled on the
jungle, Tarzan, his wounds
washed in the waters of the stream, called the
old males about him.
seen again to-day that
Tarzan of the Apes is the greatest among you,"
they replied with one
voice, "Tarzan is great."
he continued, "is
not an ape.
He is not like his
ways are not their ways, and
so Tarzan is going back to the lair of his own
kind by the waters of the great
lake which has no farther shore. You
must choose another to rule you, for Tarzan will
young Lord Greystoke took the
first step toward the goal which he had set –
the finding of other white men
following morning, Tarzan, lame and
sore from the wounds of his battle with Terkoz,
set out toward the west and the
traveled very slowly, sleeping in the
jungle at night, and reaching his cabin late the
several days he moved about but little,
only enough to gather what fruits and nuts he
required to satisfy the demands
days he was quite sound again,
except for a terrible, half-healed scar, which,
starting above his left eye ran
across the top of his head, ending at the right
was the mark left by Terkoz when he had torn
the scalp away.
his convalescence Tarzan tried to
fashion a mantle from the skin of Sabor, which
had lain all this time in the
he found the hide had dried
as stiff as a board, and as he knew naught of
tanning, he was forced to abandon
his cherished plan.
determined to filch what few
garments he could from one of the black men of
Mbonga's village, for Tarzan of
the Apes had decided to mark his evolution from
the lower orders in every
possible manner, and nothing seemed to him a
more distinguishing badge of
manhood than ornaments and clothing.
end, therefore, he collected the
various arm and leg ornaments he had taken from
the black warriors who had
succumbed to his swift and silent noose, and
donned them all after the way he
had seen them worn.
neck hung the golden chain from
which depended the diamond encrusted locket of
his mother, the Lady Alice. At his
back was a quiver of arrows slung from
a leathern shoulder belt, another piece of loot
from some vanquished black.
waist was a belt of tiny strips
of rawhide fashioned by himself as a support for
the home-made scabbard in
which hung his father's hunting knife.
The long bow which had been Kulonga's
hung over his left shoulder.
Lord Greystoke was indeed a
strange and war-like figure, his mass of black
hair falling to his shoulders
behind and cut with his hunting knife to a rude
bang upon his forehead, that it
might not fall before his eyes.
straight and perfect figure, muscled as
the best of the ancient Roman gladiators must
have been muscled, and yet with
the soft and sinuous curves of a Greek god, told
at a glance the wondrous
combination of enormous strength with suppleness
personification, was Tarzan of the Apes,
of the primitive man, the hunter, the warrior.
noble poise of his handsome head
upon those broad shoulders, and the fire of life
and intelligence in those
fine, clear eyes, he might readily have typified
some demigod of a wild and
warlike bygone people of his ancient forest.
these things Tarzan did not
was worried because he had not
clothing to indicate to all the jungle folks
that he was a man and not an ape,
and grave doubt often entered his mind as to
whether he might not yet become an
hair commencing to grow upon his
the apes had hair upon theirs
but the black men were entirely hairless, with
very few exceptions.
had seen pictures in his books of
men with great masses of hair upon lip and cheek
and chin, but, nevertheless,
Tarzan was afraid.
Almost daily he
whetted his keen knife and scraped and whittled
at his young beard to eradicate
this degrading emblem of apehood.
And so he
learned to shave – rudely and
painfully, it is true – but, nevertheless,
felt quite strong again, after his
bloody battle with Terkoz, Tarzan set off one
morning towards Mbonga's
was moving carelessly along
a winding jungle trail, instead of making his
progress through the trees, when
suddenly he came face to face with a black
of surprise on the savage face was
almost comical, and before Tarzan could unsling
his bow the fellow had turned
and fled down the path crying out in alarm as
though to others before him.
took to the trees in pursuit, and in
a few moments came in view of the men
desperately striving to escape.
were three of them, and they were
racing madly in single file through the dense
easily distanced them, nor did they
see his silent passage above their heads, nor
note the crouching figure
squatted upon a low branch ahead of them beneath
which the trail led them.
let the first two pass beneath him,
but as the third came swiftly on, the quiet
noose dropped about the black
quick jerk drew it taut.
an agonized scream from the
victim, and his fellows turned to see his
struggling body rise as by magic
slowly into the dense foliage of the trees
frightened shrieks they wheeled once
more and plunged on in their efforts to escape.
dispatched his prisoner quickly and
silently; removed the weapons and ornaments, and
– oh, the greatest joy of all
– a handsome deerskin breechcloth, which he
quickly transferred to his own
indeed was he dressed as a man should
there was who could now doubt
his high origin.
How he should have
liked to have returned to the tribe to parade
before their envious gaze this
the body across his shoulder, he
moved more slowly through the trees toward the
little palisaded village, for he
again needed arrows.
approached quite close to the
enclosure he saw an excited group surrounding
the two fugitives, who, trembling
with fright and exhaustion, were scarce able to
recount the uncanny details of
they said, who had been ahead of
them a short distance, had suddenly come
screaming toward them, crying that a
terrible white and naked warrior was pursuing
him. The three of them had
hurried toward the village as rapidly as their
legs would carry them.
Mirando's shrill cry of mortal terror
had caused them to look back, and there they had
seen the most horrible sight –
their companion's body flying upwards into the
trees, his arms and legs beating
the air and his tongue protruding from his open
other sound did he utter nor was there any
creature in sight about him.
villagers were worked up into a state
of fear bordering on panic, but wise old Mbonga
affected to feel considerable
skepticism regarding the tale, and attributed
the whole fabrication to their
fright in the face of some real danger.
us this great story,"
he said, "because you do not dare to speak the
do not dare admit that when the lion
sprang upon Mirando you ran away and left him.
You are cowards."
had Mbonga ceased speaking when a
great crashing of branches in the trees above
them caused the blacks to look up
in renewed terror.
The sight that met
their eyes made even wise old Mbonga shudder,
for there, turning and twisting
in the air, came the dead body of Mirando, to
sprawl with a sickening reverberation
upon the ground at their feet.
accord the blacks took to their
heels; nor did they stop until the last of them
was lost in the dense shadows
of the surrounding jungle.
Tarzan came down into the village and
renewed his supply of arrows and ate of the
offering of food which the blacks
had made to appease his wrath.
left he carried the body of
Mirando to the gate of the village, and propped
it up against the palisade in
such a way that the dead face seemed to be
peering around the edge of the
gatepost down the path which led to the jungle.
Tarzan returned, hunting, always
hunting, to the cabin by the beach.
It took a
dozen attempts on the part of the
thoroughly frightened blacks to reenter their
village, past the horrible,
grinning face of their dead fellow, and when
they found the food and arrows
gone they knew, what they had only too well
feared, that Mirando had seen the
evil spirit of the jungle.
seemed to them the logical
Only those who saw this
terrible god of the jungle died; for was it not
true that none left alive in
the village had ever seen him? Therefore, those
who had died at his hands must
have seen him and paid the penalty with their
as they supplied him with arrows
and food he would not harm them unless they
looked upon him, so it was ordered
by Mbonga that in addition to the food offering
there should also be laid out
an offering of arrows for this Munan-
go-Keewati, and this was done from then
ever chance to pass that far off
African village you will still see before a tiny
thatched hut, built just
without the village, a little iron pot in which
is a quantity of food, and
beside it a quiver of well-daubed arrows.
Tarzan came in sight of the beach
where stood his cabin, a strange and unusual
spectacle met his vision.
placid waters of the landlocked
harbor floated a great ship, and on the beach a
small boat was drawn up.
wonderful of all, a number of
white men like himself were moving about between
the beach and his cabin.
saw that in many ways they were like
the men of his picture books. He
closer through the trees until he was quite
close above them.
were ten men, swarthy, sun-tanned,
villainous looking fellows. Now
congregated by the boat and were talking in
loud, angry tones, with much
gesticulating and shaking of fists.
one of them, a little,
mean-faced, black-bearded fellow with a
countenance which reminded Tarzan of
Pamba, the rat, laid his hand upon the shoulder
of a giant who stood next him,
and with whom all the others had been arguing
little man pointed inland, so that the
giant was forced to turn away from the others to
look in the direction
As he turned, the little,
mean-faced man drew a revolver from his belt and
shot the giant in the back.
fellow threw his hands above his
head, his knees bent beneath him, and without a
sound he tumbled forward upon
the beach, dead.
report of the weapon, the first that
Tarzan had ever heard, filled him with
wonderment, but even this unaccustomed
sound could not startle his healthy nerves into
even a semblance of panic.
conduct of the white strangers it was
that caused him the greatest perturbation.
He puckered his brows into a frown of
It was well, thought he, that he had not
given way to his first impulse to rush forward
and greet these white men as
evidently no different from the
black men – no more civilized than the apes – no
less cruel than Sabor.
moment the others stood looking at
the little, mean- faced man and the giant lying
dead upon the beach.
of them laughed and slapped the
little man upon the back. There
more talk and gesticulating, but less
they launched the boat and all
jumped into it and rowed away toward the great
ship, where Tarzan could see
other figures moving about upon the deck.
had clambered aboard, Tarzan
dropped to earth behind a great tree and crept
to his cabin, keeping it always
between himself and the ship.
in at the door he found that
everything had been ransacked. His
and pencils strewed the floor. His
weapons and shields and other little store of
treasures were littered about.
As he saw
what had been done a great wave
of anger surged through him, and the new made
scar upon his forehead stood
suddenly out, a bar of inflamed crimson against
his tawny hide.
he ran to the cupboard and searched
in the far recess of the lower shelf.
He breathed a sigh of relief
as he drew out the little tin box, and, opening
it, found his greatest
photograph of the smiling, strong-faced
young man, and the little black puzzle book were
ear had caught a faint but
to the window Tarzan looked toward
the harbor, and there he saw that a boat was
being lowered from the great ship
beside the one already in the water.
Soon he saw many people clambering over
the sides of the larger vessel
and dropping into the boats. They
coming back in full force.
moment longer Tarzan watched while a
number of boxes and bundles were lowered into
the waiting boats, then, as they
shoved off from the ship's side, the ape-man
snatched up a piece of paper, and
with a pencil printed on it for a few moments
until it bore several lines of
strong, well-made, almost letter-perfect
notice he stuck upon the door with a
small sharp splinter of wood. Then
gathering up his precious tin box, his arrows,
and as many bows and spears as
he could carry, he hastened through the door and
disappeared into the forest.
two boats were beached upon the
silvery sand it was a strange assortment of
humanity that clambered ashore.
twenty souls in all there were,
fifteen of them rough and villainous appearing
others of the party were of different
an elderly man, with white hair and
large rimmed spectacles. His
stooped shoulders were draped in an ill-fitting,
though immaculate, frock coat,
and a shiny silk hat added to the incongruity of
his garb in an African jungle.
second member of the party to land was
a tall young man in white ducks, while directly
behind came another elderly man
with a very high forehead and a fussy, excitable
these came a huge Negress clothed
like Solomon as to colors. Her
eyes rolled in evident terror, first toward the
jungle and then toward the
cursing band of sailors who were removing the
bales and boxes from the boats.
member of the party to disembark
was a girl of about nineteen, and it was the
young man who stood at the boat's
prow to lift her high and dry upon land.
She gave him a brave and pretty smile of
thanks, but no words passed
silence the party advanced toward the
was evident that whatever
their intentions, all had been decided upon
before they left the ship; and so
they came to the door, the sailors carrying the
boxes and bales, followed by
the five who were of so different a class.
The men put down their burdens, and then
one caught sight of the notice
which Tarzan had posted.
mates!" he cried.
"What's here? This
sign was not posted an hour ago or I'll
eat the cook."
others gathered about, craning their
necks over the shoulders of those before them,
but as few of them could read at
all, and then only after the most laborious
fashion, one finally turned to the
little old man of the top hat and frock coat.
perfesser," he called,
"step for'rd and read the bloomin' notis."
addressed, the old man came slowly to
where the sailors stood, followed by the other
members of his party. Adjusting
his spectacles he looked for a moment at the
placard and then, turning away,
strolled off muttering to himself:
"Most remarkable – most remarkable!"
fossil," cried the man
who had first called on him for assistance, "did
je think we wanted of you
to read the bloomin' notis to yourself?
Come back here and read it out loud, you
man stopped and, turning back,
yes, my dear sir, a
It was quite
thoughtless of me, yes – very thoughtless.
Most remarkable – most remarkable!"
faced the notice and read it
through, and doubtless would have turned off
again to ruminate upon it had not
the sailor grasped him roughly by the collar and
howled into his ear.
out loud, you blithering old
indeed, yes indeed,"
replied the professor softly, and adjusting his
spectacles once more he read
THE HOUSE OF TARZAN, THE KILLER
OF BEASTS AND MANY BLACK MEN.
DO NOT HARM THE THINGS WHICH ARE
WATCHES. TARZAN OF THE APES.
devil is Tarzan?" cried
the sailor who had before spoken.
evidently speaks English,"
said the young man.
does `Tarzan of the Apes'
mean?" cried the girl.
"I do not
know, Miss Porter,"
replied the young man, "unless we have
discovered a runaway simian from the
London Zoo who has brought back a European
education to his jungle home. What
do you make of it, Professor
Porter?" he added, turning to the old man.
Archimedes Q. Porter adjusted his
indeed; yes indeed – most
remarkable, most remarkable!" said the
professor; "but I can add
nothing further to what I have already remarked
in elucidation of this truly
momentous occurrence," and the professor turned
slowly in the direction of
papa," cried the girl,
"you haven't said anything about it yet."
tut, child; tut, tut,"
responded Professor Porter, in a kindly and
indulgent tone, "do not
trouble your pretty head with such weighty and
abstruse problems," and
again he wandered slowly off in still another
direction, his eyes bent upon the
ground at his feet, his hands clasped behind him
beneath the flowing tails of
the daffy old bounder don't
know no more'n we do about it," growled the
civil tongue in your
head," cried the young man, his face paling in
anger, at the insulting
tone of the sailor. "You've murdered our
officers and robbed us. We are
absolutely in your power, but you'll
treat Professor Porter and Miss Porter with
respect or I'll break that vile
neck of yours with my bare hands – guns or no
guns," and the young fellow
stepped so close to the rat-faced sailor that
the latter, though he bore two
revolvers and a villainous looking knife in his
belt, slunk back abashed.
damned coward," cried the
"You'd never dare shoot
a man until his back was turned. You
don't dare shoot me even then," and he
deliberately turned his back full
upon the sailor and walked nonchalantly away as
if to put him to the test.
sailor's hand crept slyly to the butt
of one of his revolvers; his wicked eyes glared
vengefully at the retreating
form of the young Englishman. The
of his fellows was upon him, but still he
At heart he was even a greater coward
Mr. William Cecil Clayton had imagined.
eyes had watched every move of the
party from the foliage of a nearby tree.
Tarzan had seen the surprise caused by
his notice, and while he could
understand nothing of the spoken language of
these strange people their
gestures and facial expressions told him much.
of the little rat-faced sailor in
killing one of his comrades had aroused a strong
dislike in Tarzan, and now
that he saw him quarreling with the fine-looking
young man his animosity was
still further stirred.
had never seen the effects of a
firearm before, though his books had taught him
something of them, but when he
saw the rat-faced one fingering the butt of his
revolver he thought of the
scene he had witnessed so short a time before,
and naturally expected to see
the young man murdered as had been the huge
sailor earlier in the day.
fitted a poisoned arrow to his
bow and drew a bead upon the rat-faced sailor,
but the foliage was so thick
that he soon saw the arrow would be deflected by
the leaves or some small
branch, and instead he launched a heavy spear
from his lofty perch.
had taken but a dozen steps. The
rat-faced sailor had half drawn his
revolver; the other sailors stood watching the
Porter had already disappeared
into the jungle, whither he was being followed
by the fussy Samuel T.
Philander, his secretary and assistant.
the Negress, was busy sorting
her mistress' baggage from the pile of bales and
boxes beside the cabin, and
Miss Porter had turned away to follow Clayton,
when something caused her to
turn again toward the sailor.
three things happened almost
simultaneously. The sailor jerked out his weapon
and leveled it at Clayton's
back, Miss Porter screamed a warning, and a
long, metal- shod spear shot like a
bolt from above and passed entirely through the
right shoulder of the rat-faced
revolver exploded harmlessly in the
air, and the seaman crumpled up with a scream of
pain and terror.
turned and rushed back toward the
sailors stood in a frightened
group, with drawn weapons, peering into the
wounded man writhed and shrieked upon the
unseen by any, picked up the
fallen revolver and slipped it inside his shirt,
then he joined the sailors in
gazing, mystified, into the jungle.
could it have been?"
whispered Jane Porter, and the young man turned
to see her standing, wide-eyed
and wondering, close beside him.
say Tarzan of the Apes is
watching us all right," he answered, in a
"I wonder, now, who that spear was
If for Snipes, then our
ape friend is a friend indeed.
where are your father and
Mr. Philander? There's someone or something in
that jungle, and it's armed,
whatever it is.
Mr. Philander!" young Clayton shouted. There
was no response.
to be done, Miss Porter?"
continued the young man, his face clouded by a
frown of worry and indecision.
leave you here alone with
these cutthroats, and you certainly can't
venture into the jungle with me; yet
someone must go in search of your father.
He is more than apt to wandering off
aimlessly, regardless of danger or
direction, and Mr. Philander is only a trifle
less impractical than he. You
will pardon my bluntness, but our lives
are all in jeopardy here, and when we get your
father back something must be
done to impress upon him the dangers to which he
exposes you as well as himself
by his absent-mindedness."
agree with you," replied
the girl, "and I am not offended at all.
Dear old papa would sacrifice his life
for me without an instant's
hesitation, provided one could keep his mind on
so frivolous a matter for an
There is only one way to
keep him in safety, and that is to chain him to
a tree. The
poor dear is SO impractical."
it!" suddenly exclaimed
can use a revolver,
it you and Esmeralda will be
comparatively safe in this cabin while I am
searching for your father and Mr.
Come, call the woman and I
will hurry on.
They can't have gone
as he suggested and when he saw
the door close safely behind them Clayton turned
toward the jungle.
the sailors were drawing the spear
from their wounded comrade and, as Clayton
approached, he asked if he could
borrow a revolver from one of them while he
searched the jungle for the
rat-faced one, finding he was not dead,
had regained his composure, and with a volley of
oaths directed at Clayton
refused in the name of his fellows to allow the
young man any firearms.
Snipes, had assumed the role of
chief since he had killed their former leader,
and so little time had elapsed
that none of his companions had as yet
questioned his authority.
only response was a shrug of the
shoulders, but as he left them he picked up the
spear which had transfixed
Snipes, and thus primitively armed, the son of
the then Lord Greystoke strode
into the dense jungle.
moments he called aloud the names
of the wanderers. The watchers in the cabin by
the beach heard the sound of his
voice growing ever fainter and fainter, until at
last it was swallowed up by
the myriad noises of the primeval wood.
Professor Archimedes Q. Porter and his
assistant, Samuel T. Philander, after much
insistence on the part of the
latter, had finally turned their steps toward
camp, they were as completely
lost in the wild and tangled labyrinth of the
matted jungle as two human beings
well could be, though they did not know it.
It was by
the merest caprice of fortune
that they headed toward the west coast of
Africa, instead of toward Zanzibar on
the opposite side of the dark continent.
When in a
short time they reached the
beach, only to find no camp in sight, Philander
was positive that they were
north of their proper destination, while, as a
matter of fact they were about
two hundred yards south of it.
occurred to either of these
impractical theorists to call aloud on the
chance of attracting their friends'
attention. Instead, with all the assurance that
deductive reasoning from a
wrong premise induces in one, Mr. Samuel T.
Philander grasped Professor
Archimedes Q. Porter firmly by the arm and
hurried the weakly protesting old gentleman
off in the direction of Cape Town, fifteen
hundred miles to the south.
and Esmeralda found themselves
safely behind the cabin door the Negress's first
thought was to barricade the
portal from the inside. With
in mind she turned to search for some means of
putting it into execution; but
her first view of the interior of the cabin
brought a shriek of terror to her
lips, and like a frightened child the huge woman
ran to bury her face on her
turning at the cry, saw the cause of
it lying prone upon the floor before them – the
whitened skeleton of a man. A
further glance revealed a second skeleton upon
horrible place are we in?"
murmured the awe-struck girl. But
was no panic in her fright.
disengaging herself from the
frantic clutch of the still shrieking Esmeralda,
Jane crossed the room to look
into the little cradle, knowing what she should
see there even before the tiny
skeleton disclosed itself in all its pitiful and
awful tragedy these poor mute bones
proclaimed! The girl shuddered at thought of the
eventualities which might lie
before herself and her friends in this ill-fated
cabin, the haunt of
mysterious, perhaps hostile, beings.
with an impatient stamp of her
little foot, she endeavored to shake off the
gloomy forebodings, and turning to
Esmeralda bade her cease her wailing.
Esmeralda, stop it this
minute!" she cried. "You
only making it worse."
lamely, a little quiver in her
own voice as she thought of the three men, upon
whom she depended for
protection, wandering in the depth of that awful
girl found that the door was
equipped with a heavy wooden bar upon the
inside, and after several efforts the
combined strength of the two enabled them to
slip it into place, the first time
in twenty years.
sat down upon a bench with their
arms about one another, and waited.
Mercy of the Jungle
Clayton had plunged into the jungle,
the sailors – mutineers of the Arrow – fell into
a discussion of their next
step; but on one point all were agreed – that
they should hasten to put off to
the anchored Arrow, where they could at least be
safe from the spears of their
And so, while Jane Porter
and Esmeralda were barricading themselves within
the cabin, the cowardly crew
of cutthroats were pulling rapidly for their
ship in the two boats that had
brought them ashore.
had Tarzan seen that day that his
head was in a whirl of wonder. But
most wonderful sight of all, to him, was the
face of the beautiful white girl.
last was one of his own kind; of
that he was positive. And the young man and the
two old men; they, too, were
much as he had pictured his own people to be.
doubtless they were as ferocious and
cruel as other men he had seen. The
that they alone of all the party were unarmed
might account for the fact that
they had killed no one. They
very different if provided with weapons.
had seen the young man pick up the
fallen revolver of the wounded Snipes and hide
it away in his breast; and he
had also seen him slip it cautiously to the girl
as she entered the cabin door.
not understand anything of the
motives behind all that he had seen; but,
somehow, intuitively he liked the
young man and the two old men, and for the girl
he had a strange longing which
he scarcely understood. As for
black woman, she was evidently connected in some
way to the girl, and so he
liked her, also.
sailors, and especially Snipes, he
had developed a great hatred. He
their threatening gestures and by the expression
upon their evil faces that
they were enemies of the others of the party,
and so he decided to watch closely.
wondered why the men had gone into
the jungle, nor did it ever occur to him that
one could become lost in that
maze of undergrowth which to him was as simple
as is the main street of your
own home town to you.
saw the sailors row away toward the
ship, and knew that the girl and her companion
were safe in his cabin, Tarzan
decided to follow the young man into the jungle
and learn what his errand might
swung off rapidly in the
direction taken by Clayton, and in a short time
heard faintly in the distance
the now only occasional calls of the Englishman
to his friends.
Tarzan came up with the white
man, who, almost fagged, was leaning against a
tree wiping the perspiration
from his forehead.
The ape-man, hiding
safe behind a screen of foliage, sat watching
this new specimen of his own race
intervals Clayton called aloud and
finally it came to Tarzan that he was searching
for the old man.
was on the point of going off to
look for them himself, when he caught the yellow
glint of a sleek hide moving
cautiously through the jungle toward Clayton.
Sheeta, the leopard. Now,
Tarzan heard the soft bending of grasses
and wondered why the young white man was not
it be he had failed to note the loud
before had Tarzan known
Sheeta to be so clumsy.
white man did not hear. Sheeta
was crouching for the spring, and
then, shrill and horrible, there rose from the
stillness of the jungle the
awful cry of the challenging ape, and Sheeta
turned, crashing into the
came to his feet with a start. His
blood ran cold. Never in all his life had
so fearful a sound smote upon his ears.
He was no coward; but if ever man felt
the icy fingers of fear upon his
heart, William Cecil Clayton, eldest son of Lord
Greystoke of England, did that
day in the fastness of the African jungle.
of some great body crashing
through the underbrush so close beside him, and
the sound of that bloodcurdling
shriek from above, tested Clayton's courage to
the limit; but he could not know
that it was to that very voice he owed his life,
nor that the creature who
hurled it forth was his own cousin – the real
afternoon was drawing to a close, and
Clayton, disheartened and discouraged, was in a
terrible quandary as to the
proper course to pursue; whether to keep on in
search of Professor Porter, at
the almost certain risk of his own death in the
jungle by night, or to return
to the cabin where he might at least serve to
protect Jane from the perils
which confronted her on all sides.
not wish to return to camp without
her father; still more, he shrank from the
thought of leaving her alone and
unprotected in the hands of the mutineers of the
Arrow, or to the hundred
unknown dangers of the jungle.
too, he thought, the professor
and Philander might have returned to camp.
Yes, that was more than likely. At least
he would return and see, before
he continued what seemed to be a most fruitless
so he started, stumbling back through the
thick and matted underbrush in the direction
that he thought the cabin lay.
Tarzan's surprise the young man was
heading further into the jungle in the general
direction of Mbonga's village,
and the shrewd young ape-man was convinced that
he was lost.
this was scarcely
incomprehensible; his judgment told him that no
man would venture toward the
village of the cruel blacks armed only with a
spear which, from the awkward way
in which he carried it, was evidently an
unaccustomed weapon to this white
was he following the trail of
the old men.
That, they had crossed and
left long since, though it had been fresh and
plain before Tarzan's eyes.
The fierce jungle would make easy prey of
this unprotected stranger in a very short time
if he were not guided quickly to
there was Numa, the lion, even now,
stalking the white man a dozen paces to the
heard the great body paralleling
his course, and now there rose upon the evening
air the beast's thunderous
man stopped with upraised
spear and faced the brush from which issued the
The shadows were deepening, darkness was
To die here alone, beneath the fangs of
wild beasts; to be torn and
rended; to feel the hot breath of the brute on
his face as the great paw
crushed down up his breast!
moment all was still. Clayton
stood rigid, with raised spear. Presently
a faint rustling of the bush
apprised him of the stealthy creeping of the
It was gathering for the spring. At
last he saw it, not twenty feet away – the
long, lithe, muscular body and tawny head of a
huge black-maned lion.
was upon its belly, moving
forward very slowly. As its eyes met Clayton's
it stopped, and deliberately,
cautiously gathered its hind quarters behind it.
the man watched, fearful to launch
his spear, powerless to fly.
a noise in the tree above
new danger, he thought, but he
dared not take his eyes from the yellow green
orbs before him.
There was a sharp twang as of a broken
banjo-string, and at the same instant an arrow
appeared in the yellow hide of
the crouching lion.
roar of pain and anger the beast
sprang; but, somehow, Clayton stumbled to one
side, and as he turned again to
face the infuriated king of beasts, he was
appalled at the sight which
with the lion's turning to renew the attack a
half-naked giant dropped from the
tree above squarely on the brute's back.
lightning speed an arm that was banded
layers of iron muscle encircled the huge neck,
and the great beast was raised
from behind, roaring and pawing the air – raised
as easily as Clayton would
have lifted a pet dog.
he witnessed there in the
twilight depths of the African jungle was burned
forever into the Englishman's
before him was the embodiment of
physical perfection and giant strength; yet it
was not upon these he depended
in his battle with the great cat, for mighty as
were his muscles, they were as
nothing by comparison with Numa's. To his
agility, to his brain and to his long
keen knife he owed his supremacy.
arm encircled the lion's neck,
while the left hand plunged the knife time and
again into the unprotected side
behind the left shoulder. The
beast, pulled up and backwards until he stood
upon his hind legs, struggled
impotently in this unnatural position.
battle been of a few seconds'
longer duration the outcome might have been
different, but it was all
accomplished so quickly that the lion had scarce
time to recover from the
confusion of its surprise ere it sank lifeless
to the ground.
strange figure which had
vanquished it stood erect upon the carcass, and
throwing back the wild and
handsome head, gave out the fearsome cry which a
few moments earlier had so
him he saw the figure of a young
man, naked except for a loin cloth and a few
barbaric ornaments about arms and
legs; on the breast a priceless diamond locket
gleaming against a smooth brown
hunting knife had been returned to its
homely sheath, and the man was gathering up his
bow and quiver from where he
had tossed them when he leaped to attack the
spoke to the stranger in English,
thanking him for his brave rescue and
complimenting him on the wondrous
strength and dexterity he had displayed, but the
only answer was a steady stare
and a faint shrug of the mighty shoulders, which
might betoken either
disparagement of the service rendered, or
ignorance of Clayton's language.
bow and quiver had been slung to
his back the wild man, for such Clayton now
thought him, once more drew his
knife and deftly carved a dozen large strips of
meat from the lion's
squatting upon his
haunches, he proceeded to eat, first motioning
Clayton to join him.
strong white teeth sank into the raw
and dripping flesh in apparent relish of the
meal, but Clayton could not bring
himself to share the uncooked meat with his
strange host; instead he watched
him, and presently there dawned upon him the
conviction that this was Tarzan of
the Apes, whose notice he had seen posted upon
the cabin door that morning.
If so he
must speak English.
Clayton attempted speech with the
ape-man; but the replies, now vocal, were in a
strange tongue, which resembled
the chattering of monkeys mingled with the
growling of some wild beast.
could not be Tarzan of the Apes,
for it was very evident that he was an utter
stranger to English.
Tarzan had completed his repast he
rose and, pointing a very different direction
from that which Clayton had been
pursuing, started off through the jungle toward
the point he had indicated.
bewildered and confused, hesitated
to follow him, for he thought he was but being
led more deeply into the mazes
of the forest; but the ape-man, seeing him
disinclined to follow, returned,
and, grasping him by the coat, dragged him along
until he was convinced that
Clayton understood what was required of him.
Then he left him to follow voluntarily.
Englishman, finally concluding that he
was a prisoner, saw no alternative open but to
accompany his captor, and thus
they traveled slowly through the jungle while
the sable mantle of the
impenetrable forest night fell about them, and
the stealthy footfalls of padded
paws mingled with the breaking of twigs and the
wild calls of the savage life
that Clayton felt closing in upon him.
Clayton heard the faint report of
a firearm – a single shot, and then silence.
cabin by the beach two thoroughly
terrified women clung to each other as they
crouched upon the low bench in the
Negress sobbed hysterically, bemoaning
the evil day that had witnessed her departure
from her dear Maryland, while the
white girl, dry eyed and outwardly calm, was
torn by inward fears and
She feared not more for
herself than for the three men whom she knew to
be wandering in the abysmal
depths of the savage jungle, from which she now
heard issuing the almost
incessant shrieks and roars, barkings and
growlings of its terrifying and
fearsome denizens as they sought their prey.
there came the sound of a heavy
body brushing against the side of the cabin.
She could hear the great padded paws upon
the ground outside. For an
instant, all was silence; even the
bedlam of the forest died to a faint murmur.
Then she distinctly heard the beast
outside sniffing at the door, not
two feet from where she crouched.
Instinctively the girl shuddered, and
shrank closer to the black woman.
"Hush, Esmeralda," for the woman's
sobs and groans seemed to have attracted the
thing that stalked there just
beyond the thin wall.
scratching sound was heard on the
brute tried to force an
entrance; but presently this ceased, and again
she heard the great pads
creeping stealthily around the cabin.
Again they stopped – beneath the window
on which the terrified eyes of
the girl now glued themselves.
she murmured, for now,
silhouetted against the moonlit sky beyond, she
saw framed in the tiny square
of the latticed window the head of a huge
gleaming eyes were fixed upon her in
"For God's sake, what
shall we do?
cowering still closer to her
mistress, took one frightened glance toward the
little square of moonlight,
just as the lioness emitted a low, savage snarl.
that met the poor woman's eyes
was too much for the already overstrung nerves.
Gaberelle!" she shrieked,
and slid to the floor an inert and senseless
seemed an eternity the great brute
stood with its forepaws upon the sill, glaring
into the little room. Presently
it tried the strength of the
lattice with its great talons.
had almost ceased to breathe,
when, to her relief, the head disappeared and
she heard the brute's footsteps
leaving the window. But
now they came to
the door again, and once more the scratching
commenced; this time with
increasing force until the great beast was
tearing at the massive panels in a
perfect frenzy of eagerness to seize its
Jane have known the immense strength
of that door, built piece by piece, she would
have felt less fear of the
lioness reaching her by this avenue.
did John Clayton imagine when he
fashioned that crude but mighty portal that one
day, twenty years later, it
would shield a fair American girl, then unborn,
from the teeth and talons of a
twenty minutes the brute
alternately sniffed and tore at the door,
occasionally giving voice to a wild,
savage cry of baffled rage. At
however, she gave up the attempt, and Jane heard
her returning toward the
window, beneath which she paused for an instant,
and then launched her great
weight against the timeworn lattice.
heard the wooden rods groan
beneath the impact; but they held, and the huge
body dropped back to the ground
again the lioness repeated these
tactics, until finally the horrified prisoner
within saw a portion of the
lattice give way, and in an instant one great
paw and the head of the animal
were thrust within the room.
the powerful neck and shoulders
spread the bars apart, and the lithe body
protruded farther and farther into
As in a
trance, the girl rose, her hand
upon her breast, wide eyes staring
horror-stricken into the snarling face of
the beast scarce ten feet from her. At
her feet lay the prostrate form of the Negress.
If she could but arouse her, their
combined efforts might possibly avail
to beat back the fierce and bloodthirsty
stooped to grasp the black woman by
the shoulder. Roughly she shook her.
"Help me, or we are lost."
opened her eyes.
The first object they encountered was the
dripping fangs of the hungry lioness.
horrified scream the poor woman rose
to her hands and knees, and in this position
scurried across the room,
"O Gaberelle! O
Gaberelle!" at the top of her lungs.
weighed some two hundred and
eighty pounds, and her extreme haste, added to
her extreme corpulency, produced
a most amazing result when Esmeralda elected to
travel on all fours.
moment the lioness remained quiet
with intense gaze directed upon the flitting
Esmeralda, whose goal appeared to
be the cupboard, into which she attempted to
propel her huge bulk; but as the
shelves were but nine or ten inches apart, she
only succeeded in getting her
head in; whereupon, with a final screech, which
paled the jungle noises into
insignificance, she fainted once again.
subsidence of Esmeralda the
lioness renewed her efforts to wriggle her huge
bulk through the weakening
standing pale and rigid against
the farther wall, sought with ever-increasing
terror for some loophole of
escape. Suddenly her hand, tight-pressed against
her bosom, felt the hard
outline of the revolver that Clayton had left
with her earlier in the day.
she snatched it from its
hiding-place, and, leveling it full at the
lioness's face, pulled the trigger.
a flash of flame, the roar of the
discharge, and an answering roar of pain and
anger from the beast.
Porter saw the great form disappear
from the window, and then she, too, fainted, the
revolver falling at her side.
was not killed.
The bullet had but inflicted a painful
in one of the great shoulders. It was
the surprise at the blinding flash and the
deafening roar that had caused her
hasty but temporary retreat.
another instant she was back at the
lattice, and with renewed fury was clawing at
the aperture, but with lessened
effect, since the wounded member was almost
her prey – the two women – lying
senseless upon the floor. There
longer any resistance to be overcome. Her meat
lay before her, and Sabor had
only to worm her way through the lattice to
she forced her great bulk, inch by
inch, through the opening. Now
was through, now one great forearm and shoulder.
she drew up the wounded member to
insinuate?? it gently beyond the tight pressing
more and both shoulders through,
the long, sinuous body and the narrow hips would
glide quickly after.
It was on
this sight that Jane Porter again
opened her eyes.
Clayton heard the report of the
firearm he fell into an agony of fear and
He knew that one of the sailors might be
author of it; but the fact that he had left the
revolver with Jane, together
with the overwrought condition of his nerves,
made him morbidly positive that
she was threatened with some great danger.
Perhaps even now she was attempting to
defend herself against some
savage man or beast.
the thoughts of his strange
captor or guide Clayton could only vaguely
conjecture; but that he had heard
the shot, and was in some manner affected by it
was quite evident, for he
quickened his pace so appreciably that Clayton,
stumbling blindly in his wake,
was down a dozen times in as many minutes in a
vain effort to keep pace with
him, and soon was left hopelessly behind.
that he would again be
irretrievably lost, he called aloud to the wild
man ahead of him, and in a
moment had the satisfaction of seeing him drop
lightly to his side from the
moment Tarzan looked at the young man
closely, as though undecided as to just what was
best to do; then, stooping
down before Clayton, he motioned him to grasp
him about the neck, and, with the
white man upon his back, Tarzan took to the
few minutes the young Englishman
never forgot. High into bending and swaying
branches he was borne with what
seemed to him incredible swiftness, while Tarzan
chafed at the slowness of his
lofty branch the agile creature
swung with Clayton through a dizzy arc to a
neighboring tree; then for a
hundred yards maybe the sure feet threaded a
maze of interwoven limbs,
balancing like a tightrope walker high above the
black depths of verdure
first sensation of chilling fear
Clayton passed to one of keen admiration and
envy of those giant muscles and
that wondrous instinct or knowledge which guided
this forest god through the
inky blackness of the night as easily and safely
as Clayton would have strolled
a London street at high noon.
they would enter a spot where
the foliage above was less dense, and the bright
rays of the moon lit up before
Clayton's wondering eyes the strange path they
times the man fairly caught his
breath at sight of the horrid depths below them,
for Tarzan took the easiest
way, which often led over a hundred feet above
with all his seeming speed, Tarzan
was in reality feeling his way with comparative
slowness, searching constantly
for limbs of adequate strength for the
maintenance of this double weight.
they came to the clearing before
the beach. Tarzan's quick ears had heard the
strange sounds of Sabor's efforts
to force her way through the lattice, and it
seemed to Clayton that they
dropped a straight hundred feet to earth, so
quickly did Tarzan descend. Yet
when they struck the ground it was with
scarce a jar; and as Clayton released his hold
on the ape-man he saw him dart
like a squirrel for the opposite side of the
Englishman sprang quickly after him
just in time to see the hind quarters of some
huge animal about to disappear
through the window of the cabin.
opened her eyes to a realization of
the imminent peril which threatened her, her
brave young heart gave up at last
its final vestige of hope. But
her surprise she saw the huge animal being
slowly drawn back through the
window, and in the moonlight beyond she saw the
heads and shoulders of two men.
Clayton rounded the corner of the cabin
to behold the animal disappearing within, it was
also to see the ape-man seize
the long tail in both hands, and, bracing
himself with his feet against the
side of the cabin, throw all his mighty strength
into the effort to draw the
beast out of the interior.
was quick to lend a hand, but the
ape-man jabbered to him in a commanding and
peremptory tone something which
Clayton knew to be orders, though he could not
under their combined efforts, the
great body was slowly dragged farther and
farther outside the window, and then
there came to Clayton's mind a dawning
conception of the rash bravery of his
naked man to drag a shrieking,
clawing man-eater forth from a window by the
tail to save a strange white girl,
was indeed the last word in heroism.
as Clayton was concerned it was a
very different matter, since the girl was not
only of his own kind and race,
but was the one woman in all the world whom he
knew that the lioness would make
short work of both of them, he pulled with a
will to keep it from Jane
then he recalled the battle
between this man and the great, black-maned lion
which he had witnessed a short
time before, and he commenced to feel more
was still issuing orders which
Clayton could not understand.
trying to tell the stupid white man
to plunge his poisoned arrows into Sabor's back
and sides, and to reach the
savage heart with the long, thin hunting knife
that hung at Tarzan's hip; but
the man would not understand, and Tarzan did not
dare release his hold to do
the things himself, for he knew that the puny
white man never could hold mighty
Sabor alone, for an instant.
the lioness was emerging from the
last her shoulders were out.
Clayton saw an incredible
racking his brains for
some means to cope single-handed with the
infuriated beast, had suddenly
recalled his battle with Terkoz; and as the
great shoulders came clear of the
window, so that the lioness hung upon the sill
only by her forepaws, Tarzan
suddenly released his hold upon the brute.
quickness of a striking rattler he
launched himself full upon Sabor's back, his
strong young arms seeking and
gaining a full-Nelson upon the beast, as he had
learned it that other day
during his bloody, wrestling victory over
roar the lioness turned completely
over upon her back, falling full upon her enemy;
but the black-haired giant
only closed tighter his hold.
and tearing at earth and air, Sabor
rolled and threw herself this way and that in an
effort to dislodge this strange
antagonist; but ever tighter and tighter drew
the iron bands that were forcing
her head lower and lower upon her tawny breast.
crept the steel forearms of the
ape-man about the back of Sabor's neck.
Weaker and weaker became the lioness's
Clayton saw the immense muscles of
Tarzan's shoulders and biceps leap into corded
knots beneath the silver
There was a long sustained
and supreme effort on the ape-man's part – and
the vertebrae of Sabor's neck
parted with a sharp snap.
instant Tarzan was upon his feet, and
for the second time that day Clayton heard the
bull ape's savage roar of
he heard Jane's agonized
Oh, what is it? What
quickly to the cabin door, Clayton
called out that all was right, and shouted to
her to open the door. As
quickly as she could she raised the great
bar and fairly dragged Clayton within.
that awful noise?" she
whispered, shrinking close to him.
the cry of the kill from the
throat of the man who has just saved your life,
Wait, I will fetch him so you may thank
frightened girl would not be left
alone, so she accompanied Clayton to the side of
the cabin where lay the dead
body of the lioness.
the Apes was gone.
called several times, but there was
no reply, and so the two returned to the greater
safety of the interior.
frightful sound!" cried
Jane, "I shudder at the mere thought of it. Do not
tell me that a human throat voiced
that hideous and fearsome shriek."
did, Miss Porter,"
replied Clayton; "or at least if not a human
throat that of a forest
he told her of his experiences
with this strange creature – of how twice the
wild man had saved his life – of
the wondrous strength, and agility, and bravery
– of the brown skin and the
make it out at all," he
"At first I thought he
might be Tarzan of the Apes; but he neither
speaks nor understands English, so
that theory is untenable."
whatever he may be," cried
the girl, "we owe him our lives, and may God
bless him and keep him in
safety in his wild and savage jungle!"
said Clayton, fervently.
good Lord's sake, ain't I
turned to see Esmeralda sitting
upright upon the floor, her great eyes rolling
from side to side as though she
could not believe their testimony as to her
for Jane Porter, the reaction
came, and she threw herself upon the bench,
sobbing with hysterical laughter.
miles south of the cabin, upon a
strip of sandy beach, stood two old men,
them stretched the broad
their backs was the Dark
Close around them loomed the
impenetrable blackness of the jungle.
beasts roared and growled; noises,
hideous and weird, assailed their ears.
They had wandered for miles in search of
their camp, but always in the
They were as hopelessly
lost as though they suddenly had been
transported to another world.
At such a
time, indeed, every fiber of
their combined intellects must have been
concentrated upon the vital question
of the minute – the life-and-death question to
them of retracing their steps to
Philander was speaking.
dear professor," he was
saying, "I still maintain that but for the
victories of Ferdinand and
Isabella over the fifteenth-century Moors in
Spain the world would be today a
thousand years in advance of where we now find
ourselves. The Moors were
essentially a tolerant, broad-minded, liberal
race of agriculturists, artisans
and merchants – the very type of people that has
made possible such
civilization as we find today in America and
Europe – while the Spaniards –
tut, dear Mr. Philander,"
interrupted Professor Porter; "their religion
positively precluded the
possibilities you suggest. Moslemism
is, and always will be, a blight on that
scientific progress which has
marked – "
interjected Mr. Philander,
who had turned his gaze toward the jungle,
"there seems to be someone
Archimedes Q. Porter turned in
the direction indicated by the nearsighted Mr.
tut, Mr. Philander," he
often must I urge you
to seek that absolute concentration of your
mental faculties which alone may
permit you to bring to bear the highest powers
of intellectuality upon the
momentous problems which naturally fall to the
lot of great minds? And now
I find you guilty of a most flagrant
breach of courtesy in interrupting my learned
discourse to call attention to a
mere quadruped of the genus FELIS. As I
was saying, Mr. – "
Professor, a lion?"
cried Mr. Philander, straining his weak eyes
toward the dim figure outlined
against the dark tropical underbrush.
yes, Mr. Philander, if you
insist upon employing slang in your discourse, a
as I was saying – "
me, Professor," again
interrupted Mr. Philander; "permit me to suggest
that doubtless the Moors
who were conquered in the fifteenth century will
continue in that most
regrettable condition for the time being at
least, even though we postpone
discussion of that world calamity until we may
attain the enchanting view of
yon FELIS CARNIVORA which distance proverbially
is credited with lending."
meantime the lion had approached
with quiet dignity to within ten paces of the
two men, where he stood curiously
moonlight flooded the beach, and the
strange group stood out in bold relief against
the yellow sand.
reprehensible," exclaimed Professor Porter, with
a faint trace of
irritation in his voice. "Never, Mr. Philander,
never before in my life
have I known one of these animals to be
permitted to roam at large from its
shall most certainly report this
outrageous breach of ethics to the directors of
the adjacent zoological
right, Professor," agreed
Mr. Philander, "and the sooner it is done the
us start now."
the professor by the arm, Mr.
Philander set off in the direction that would
put the greatest distance between
themselves and the lion.
proceeded but a short distance
when a backward glance revealed to the horrified
gaze of Mr. Philander that the
lion was following them. He
his grip upon the protesting professor and
increased his speed.
"As I was
saying, Mr. Philander,"
repeated Professor Porter.
Philander took another hasty glance
lion also had quickened
his gait, and was doggedly maintaining an
unvarying distance behind them.
following us!" gasped Mr.
Philander, breaking into a run.
tut, Mr. Philander,"
remonstrated the professor, "this unseemly haste
is most unbecoming to men
What will our friends think
of us, who may chance to be upon the street and
witness our frivolous
let us proceed with more
Philander stole another observation
was bounding along in easy leaps
scarce five paces behind.
Philander dropped the professor's arm,
and broke into a mad orgy of speed that would
have done credit to any varsity
"As I was
saying, Mr. Philander –
" screamed Professor Porter, as, metaphorically
speaking, he himself
"threw her into high." He,
too, had caught a fleeting backward glimpse of
cruel yellow eyes and half open
mouth within startling proximity of his person.
streaming coat tails and shiny silk
hat Professor Archimedes Q. Porter fled through
the moonlight close upon the
heels of Mr. Samuel T. Philander.
them a point of the jungle ran out
toward a narrow promontory, and it was for the
heaven of the trees he saw there
that Mr. Samuel T. Philander directed his
prodigious leaps and bounds; while
from the shadows of this same spot peered two
keen eyes in interested
appreciation of the race.
Tarzan of the Apes who watched, with
face a-grin, this odd game of follow-the-leader.
the two men were safe enough from
attack in so far as the lion was concerned.
The very fact that Numa had foregone such
easy prey at all convinced the
wise forest craft of Tarzan that Numa's belly
already was full.
might stalk them until hungry
again; but the chances were that if not angered
he would soon tire of the
sport, and slink away to his jungle lair.
the one great danger was that one
of the men might stumble and fall, and then the
yellow devil would be upon him
in a moment and the joy of the kill would be too
great a temptation to
swung quickly to a lower limb in
line with the approaching fugitives; and as Mr.
Samuel T. Philander came
panting and blowing beneath him, already too
spent to struggle up to the safety
of the limb, Tarzan reached down and, grasping
him by the collar of his coat,
yanked him to the limb by his side.
moment brought the professor within
the sphere of the friendly grip, and he, too,
was drawn upward to safety just
as the baffled Numa, with a roar, leaped to
recover his vanishing quarry.
moment the two men clung panting to
the great branch, while Tarzan squatted with his
back to the stem of the tree,
watching them with mingled curiosity and
the professor who first broke the
deeply pained, Mr. Philander,
that you should have evinced such a paucity of
manly courage in the presence of
one of the lower orders, and by your crass
timidity have caused me to exert
myself to such an unaccustomed degree in order
that I might resume my discourse. As I
was saying, Mr. Philander, when you
interrupted me, the Moors – "
Archimedes Q. Porter,"
broke in Mr. Philander, in icy tones, "the time
has arrived when patience
becomes a crime and mayhem appears garbed in the
mantle of virtue. You have
accused me of cowardice. You
insinuated that you ran only to overtake me, not
to escape the clutches of the
a care, Professor Archimedes
I am a desperate man. Goaded
by long-suffering patience the worm
tut, Mr. Philander, tut,
tut!" cautioned Professor Porter; "you forget
nothing as yet, Professor
Archimedes Q. Porter; but, believe me, sir, I am
tottering on the verge of
forgetfulness as to your exalted position in the
world of science, and your
professor sat in silence for a few
minutes, and the darkness hid the grim smile
that wreathed his wrinkled
Presently he spoke.
here, Skinny Philander," he
said, in belligerent tones, "if you are lookin'
for a scrap, peel off your
coat and come on down on the ground, and I'll
punch your head just as I did
sixty years ago in the alley back of Porky
gasped the astonished Mr.
"Lordy, how good that
you're human, Ark, I love
you; but somehow it seems as though you had
forgotten how to be human for the
last twenty years."
professor reached out a thin, trembling
old hand through the darkness until it found his
old friend's shoulder.
me, Skinny," he said,
hasn't been quite
twenty years, and God alone knows how hard I
have tried to be `human' for
Jane's sake, and yours, too, since He took my
other Jane away."
old hand stole up from Mr.
Philander's side to clasp the one that lay upon
his shoulder, and no other
message could better have translated the one
heart to the other.
not speak for some minutes. The
lion below them paced nervously back and
third figure in the tree was
hidden by the dense shadows near the stem.
He, too, was silent – motionless as a
certainly pulled me up into this
tree just in time," said the professor at last. "I
want to thank you.
You saved my life."
didn't pull you up here,
Professor," said Mr. Philander. "Bless me! The
excitement of the moment quite caused me
to forget that I myself was drawn up here by
some outside agency – there must
be someone or something in this tree with us."
you quite positive,
replied Mr. Philander, "and," he added, "I think
we should thank
He may be sitting right next
to you now, Professor."
What's that? Tut,
Philander, tut, tut!" said Professor Porter,
edging cautiously nearer to
it occurred to Tarzan of the Apes
that Numa had loitered beneath the tree for a
sufficient length of time, so he
raised his young head toward the heavens, and
there rang out upon the terrified
ears of the two old men the awful warning
challenge of the anthropoid.
friends, huddled trembling in their
precarious position on the limb, saw the great
lion halt in his restless pacing
as the blood-curdling cry smote his ears, and
then slink quickly into the
jungle, to be instantly lost to view.
lion trembles in fear,"
whispered Mr. Philander.
remarkable," murmured Professor Porter,
clutching frantically at Mr.
Philander to regain the balance which the sudden
fright had so perilously endangered.
Unfortunately for them both, Mr. Philander's
center of equilibrium was at that
very moment hanging upon the ragged edge of
nothing, so that it needed but the
gentle impetus supplied by the additional weight
of Professor Porter's body to
topple the devoted secretary from the limb.
moment they swayed uncertainly, and
then, with mingled and most unscholarly shrieks,
they pitched headlong from the
tree, locked in frenzied embrace.
quite some moments ere either moved,
for both were positive that any such attempt
would reveal so many breaks and
fractures as to make further progress
Professor Porter made an attempt
to move one leg. To his surprise, it responded
to his will as in days gone
now drew up its mate and
stretched it forth again.
remarkable," he murmured.
God, Professor," whispered
Mr. Philander, fervently, "you are not dead,
tut, Mr. Philander, tut,
tut," cautioned Professor Porter, "I do not know
with accuracy as
infinite solicitude Professor Porter
wiggled his right arm – joy! It was
he waved his left
arm above his prostrate body – it waved!
remarkable," he said.
are you signaling,
Professor?" asked Mr. Philander, in an excited
Porter deigned to make no
response to this puerile inquiry.
Instead he raised his head gently from
the ground, nodding it back and
forth a half dozen times.
Philander had not moved from where he
had fallen; he had not dared the attempt.
How indeed could one move when one's arms
and legs and back were broken?
was buried in the soft loam; the
other, rolling sidewise, was fixed in awe upon
the strange gyrations of
sad!" exclaimed Mr.
Philander, half aloud. "Concussion
the brain, superinducing total mental
How very sad indeed! and for one still so
Porter rolled over upon his stomach;
gingerly he bowed his back until he resembled a
huge tom cat in proximity to a
Then he sat up and felt of
various portions of his anatomy.
all here," he
he arose, and, bending a scathing
glance upon the still prostrate form of Mr.
Samuel T. Philander, he said:
tut, Mr. Philander; this is no
time to indulge in slothful ease. We
must be up and doing."
Philander lifted his other eye out of
the mud and gazed in speechless rage at
Then he attempted to rise; nor could
have been any more surprised than he when his
efforts were immediately crowned
with marked success.
still bursting with rage, however,
at the cruel injustice of Professor Porter's
insinuation, and was on the point
of rendering a tart rejoinder when his eyes fell
upon a strange figure standing
a few paces away, scrutinizing them intently.
Porter had recovered his shiny
silk hat, which he had brushed carefully upon
the sleeve of his coat and
replaced upon his head. When
he saw Mr.
Philander pointing to something behind him he
turned to behold a giant, naked
but for a loin cloth and a few metal ornaments,
standing motionless before him.
evening, sir!" said the
professor, lifting his hat.
the giant motioned them to follow
him, and set off up the beach in the direction
from which they had recently
it the better part of
discretion to follow him," said Mr. Philander.
tut, Mr. Philander," returned
"A short time since
you were advancing a most logical argument in
substantiation of your theory
that camp lay directly south of us. I was
skeptical, but you finally convinced
me; so now I am positive that toward the south
we must travel to reach our
I shall continue
Professor Porter, this man may
know better than either of us. He
to be indigenous to this part of the world.
Let us at least follow him for a short
tut, Mr. Philander,"
repeated the professor. "I am
difficult man to convince, but when once
convinced my decision is
I shall continue in the
proper direction, if I have to circumambulate
the continent of Africa to reach
argument was interrupted by Tarzan,
who, seeing that these strange men were not
following him, had returned to
beckoned to them; but still they
stood in argument.
the ape-man lost patience with
their stupid ignorance. He grasped the
frightened Mr. Philander by the
shoulder, and before that worthy gentleman knew
whether he was being killed or
merely maimed for life, Tarzan had tied one end
of his rope securely about Mr.
tut, Mr. Philander,"
remonstrated Professor Porter; "it is most
unbeseeming in you to submit to
scarcely were the words out of his
mouth ere he, too, had been seized and securely
bound by the neck with the same
Tarzan set off toward the
north, leading the now thoroughly frightened
professor and his secretary.
deathly silence they proceeded for what
seemed hours to the two tired and hopeless old
men; but presently as they
topped a little rise of ground they were
overjoyed to see the cabin lying
before them, not a hundred yards distant.
Tarzan released them, and, pointing
toward the little building, vanished into the
jungle beside them.
remarkable!" gasped the professor. "But you see,
Mr. Philander, that
I was quite right, as usual; and but for your
stubborn willfulness we should
have escaped a series of most humiliating, not
to say dangerous accidents. Pray
allow yourself to be guided by a more
mature and practical mind hereafter when in need
of wise counsel."
Samuel T. Philander was too much
relieved at the happy outcome to their adventure
to take umbrage at the
professor's cruel fling. Instead
grasped his friend's arm and hastened him
forward in the direction of the
It was a
much-relieved party of castaways that
found itself once more united. Dawn
discovered them still recounting their various
adventures and speculating upon
the identity of the strange guardian and
protector they had found on this
was positive that it was none
other than an angel of the Lord, sent down
especially to watch over them.
seen him devour the raw meat
of the lion, Esmeralda," laughed Clayton, "you
would have thought him
a very material angel."
was nothing heavenly about his
voice," said Jane Porter, with a little shudder
at recollection of the
awful roar which had followed the killing of the
it precisely comport with my
preconceived ideas of the dignity of divine
Professor Porter, "when the – ah – gentleman
tied two highly respectable
and erudite scholars neck to neck and dragged
them through the jungle as though
they had been cows."
As it was
now quite light, the party, none
of whom had eaten or slept since the previous
morning, began to bestir
themselves to prepare food.
mutineers of the Arrow had landed a
small supply of dried meats, canned soups and
vegetables, crackers, flour, tea,
and coffee for the five they had marooned, and
these were hurriedly drawn upon
to satisfy the craving of long-famished
task was to make the cabin
habitable, and to this end it was decided to at
once remove the gruesome relics
of the tragedy which had taken place there on
some bygone day.
Porter and Mr. Philander were
deeply interested in examining the skeletons.
The two larger, they stated, had belonged
to a male and female of one of
the higher white races.
smallest skeleton was given but passing
attention, as its location, in the crib, left no
doubt as to its having been
the infant offspring of this unhappy couple.
were preparing the skeleton of the
man for burial, Clayton discovered a massive
ring which had evidently encircled
the man's finger at the time of his death, for
one of the slender bones of the
hand still lay within the golden bauble.
it up to examine it, Clayton gave a
cry of astonishment, for the ring bore the crest
of the house of Greystoke.
same time, Jane discovered the books
in the cupboard, and on opening the fly-leaf of
one of them saw the name, JOHN
In a second book which
she hurriedly examined was the single name,
Clayton," she cried,
"what does this mean? Here are the names of some
of your own people in
here," he replied gravely,
"is the great ring of the house of Greystoke
which has been lost since my
uncle, John Clayton, the former Lord Greystoke,
disappeared, presumably lost at
do you account for these
things being here, in this savage African
jungle?" exclaimed the girl.
but one way to account for
it, Miss Porter," said Clayton.
"The late Lord Greystoke was not drowned. He
died here in this cabin and this poor
thing upon the floor is all that is mortal of
this must have been Lady
Greystoke," said Jane reverently, indicating the
poor mass of bones upon
beautiful Lady Alice,"
replied Clayton, "of whose many virtues and
remarkable personal charms I
often have heard my mother and father speak.
Poor woman," he murmured sadly.
reverence and solemnity the
bodies of the late Lord and Lady Greystoke were
buried beside their little
African cabin, and between them was placed the
tiny skeleton of the baby of
Kala, the ape.
Philander was placing the frail
bones of the infant in a bit of sail cloth, he
examined the skull
he called Professor
Porter to his side, and the two argued in low
tones for several minutes.
remarkable," said Professor Porter.
me," said Mr. Philander,
"we must acquaint Mr. Clayton with our discovery
tut, Mr. Philander, tut,
tut!" remonstrated Professor Archimedes Q.
the dead past bury its
the white-haired old man repeated
the burial service over this strange grave,
while his four companions stood
with bowed and uncovered heads about him.
trees Tarzan of the Apes watched
the solemn ceremony; but most of all he watched
the sweet face and graceful
figure of Jane Porter.
savage, untutored breast new
emotions were stirring. He could not fathom
wondered why he felt so great an interest
in these people – why he had gone to such pains
to save the three men. But he
did not wonder why he had torn Sabor
from the tender flesh of the strange girl.
the men were stupid and ridiculous
and cowardly. Even Manu, the monkey, was more
intelligent than they. If
these were creatures of his own kind he
was doubtful if his past pride in blood was
girl, ah – that was a different
did not reason here. He
knew that she was created to be protected,
and that he was created to protect her.
wondered why they had dug a great hole
in the ground merely to bury dry bones.
Surely there was no sense in that; no one
wanted to steal dry bones.
been meat upon them he could have
understood, for thus alone might one keep his
meat from Dango, the hyena, and
the other robbers of the jungle.
grave had been filled with earth
the little party turned back toward the cabin,
and Esmeralda, still weeping
copiously for the two she had never heard of
before today, and who had been
dead twenty years, chanced to glance toward the
her tears ceased.
them low down white trash out
there!" she shrilled, pointing toward the Arrow. "They-all's
a desecrating us, right here
on this here perverted island."
enough, the Arrow was being
worked toward the open sea, slowly, through the
promised to leave us firearms
and ammunition," said Clayton.
"The merciless beasts!"
the work of that fellow they
call Snipes, I am sure," said Jane.
"King was a scoundrel, but he had a
little sense of humanity. If
they had not killed him I know that he would
have seen that we were properly provided for
before they left us to our
that they did not visit us
before sailing," said Professor Porter.
"I had proposed requesting them to leave
the treasure with us, as I
shall be a ruined man if that is lost."
looked at her father sadly.
mind, dear," she
wouldn't have done any
good, because it is solely for the treasure that
they killed their officers and
landed us upon this awful shore."
tut, child, tut, tut!"
replied Professor Porter. "You
a good child, but inexperienced in practical
matters," and Professor
Porter turned and walked slowly away toward the
jungle, his hands clasped
beneath his long coat tails and his eyes bent
upon the ground.
daughter watched him with a pathetic
smile upon her lips, and then turning to Mr.
Philander, she whispered:
don't let him wander off again
as he did yesterday. We depend upon you, you
know, to keep a close watch upon
becomes more difficult to handle each
day," replied Mr. Philander, with a sigh and a
shake of his head.
"I presume he is now off to report to
the directors of the Zoo that one of their lions
was at large last night. Oh,
Miss Jane, you don't know what I have to
do, Mr. Philander; but while
we all love him, you alone are best fitted to
manage him; for, regardless of
what he may say to you, he respects your great
learning, and, therefore, has
immense confidence in your judgment. The
poor dear cannot differentiate between erudition
Philander, with a mildly puzzled
expression on his face, turned to pursue
Professor Porter, and in his mind he
was revolving the question of whether he should
feel complimented or aggrieved
at Miss Porter's rather backhanded compliment.
had seen the consternation depicted
upon the faces of the little group as they
witnessed the departure of the
Arrow; so, as the ship was a wonderful novelty
to him in addition, he
determined to hasten out to the point of land at
the north of the harbor's
mouth and obtain a nearer view of the boat, as
well as to learn, if possible,
the direction of its flight.
through the trees with great
speed, he reached the point only a moment after
the ship had passed out of the
harbor, so that he obtained an excellent view of
the wonders of this strange,
were some twenty men running hither
and thither about the deck, pulling and hauling
land breeze was blowing, and the
ship had been worked through the harbor's mouth
under scant sail, but now that
they had cleared the point every available shred
of canvas was being spread
that she might stand out to sea as handily as
watched the graceful movements of
the ship in rapt admiration, and longed to be
Presently his keen eyes caught the
suspicion of smoke on the far northern horizon,
and he wondered over the cause
of such a thing out on the great water.
same time the look-out on the
Arrow must have discerned it, for in a few
minutes Tarzan saw the sails being
shifted and shortened. The
about, and presently he knew that she was
beating back toward land.
A man at
the bows was constantly heaving
into the sea a rope to the end of which a small
object was fastened. Tarzan
wondered what the purpose of this
action might be.
the ship came up directly into the
wind; the anchor was lowered; down came the
was great scurrying about on deck.
was lowered, and in it a great chest
was placed. Then a dozen sailors bent to the
oars and pulled rapidly toward the
point where Tarzan crouched in the branches of a
stern of the boat, as it drew
nearer, Tarzan saw the rat-faced man.
but a few minutes later that the
boat touched the beach. The
out and lifted the great chest to the sand.
They were on the north side of the point
so that their presence was
concealed from those at the cabin.
argued angrily for a moment. Then
the rat-faced one, with several
companions, ascended the low bluff on which
stood the tree that concealed
looked about for several
a good place," said the
rat-faced sailor, indicating a spot beneath
"It is as
good as any," replied
one of his companions. "If they catch us with
the treasure aboard it will
all be confiscated anyway. We
well bury it here on the chance that some of us
will escape the gallows to come
back and enjoy it later."
rat-faced one now called to the men who
had remained at the boat, and they came slowly
up the bank carrying picks and
you!" cried Snipes.
it!" retorted one of the
men, in a surly tone. "You're
admiral, you damned shrimp."
Cap'n here, though, I'll have you
to understand, you swab," shrieked Snipes, with
a volley of frightful
boys," cautioned one of
the men who had not spoken before.
"It ain't goin' to get us nothing by
enough," replied the
sailor who had resented Snipes' autocratic
tones; "but it ain't a-goin' to
get nobody nothin' to put on airs in this
bloomin' company neither."
fellows dig here," said
Snipes, indicating a spot beneath the tree.
"And while you're diggin', Peter kin be
a-makin' of a map of the
location so's we kin find it again. You,
Tom, and Bill, take a couple more down and fetch
up the chest."
you a-goin' to do?"
asked he of the previous altercation.
didn't think your
Cap'n was a-goin' to dig with a shovel, did
all looked up angrily. None
of them liked Snipes, and this
disagreeable show of authority since he had
murdered King, the real head and
ringleader of the mutineers, had only added fuel
to the flames of their hatred.
mean to say that you don't
intend to take a shovel, and lend a hand with
Your shoulder's not hurt so all-fired bad
that," said Tarrant, the sailor who had before
"Not by a
damned sight," replied
Snipes, fingering the butt of his revolver
God," replied Tarrant,
"if you won't take a shovel you'll take a
words he raised his pick above his
head, and, with a mighty blow, he buried the
point in Snipes' brain.
moment the men stood silently looking
at the result of their fellow's grim humor.
Then one of them spoke.
the skunk jolly well
right," he said.
the others commenced to ply his pick
to the ground.
The soil was soft and he
threw aside the pick and grasped a shovel; then
the others joined him. There
was no further comment on the killing,
but the men worked in a better frame of mind
than they had since Snipes had